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đŁđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader (dark A/B/O college AU)
đȘđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ | DARK themes/elements, A/B/O dynamics, 6â6â Steve, mean!Steve, manipulation, (little bit of) soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), assault, sexual tension, scenting, SMUT - minors DNI, non-con to dub-con, coercion, fingering (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, size difference, degradation, dumbification, choking, spitting, p*ssy slapping, squirting, grinding (dry humping, bulge riding), spanking, (a hint of) dacryphilia (but not really, he does lick tears though), major power imbalance, possessive behaviour
đŠđđșđșđźđżđ | Itâs hell week at Howard College and Arcadia Phi has traded their pledges for the fresh faces of Kappa Phi, and youâre one of them. Based off this ask.
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đ/đĄ | here we go ! and because this is me, the frat is full of familiar characters. I made up the frat/sorority names, steve gives me bully vibes (a bully to other people) but itâs just him acting all high and mighty bc heâs an alpha. pls donât ask me about frat/sorority chapters, iâm making things up/changing things in this fic. all mistakes are my own. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been givenâif you donât like it, donât read.
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A loud banging on the door makes you jump before you blindly scramble for your clothes. Squinting is useless in the darkness, but you make out the vague shadow looming from under the door as an unmistakable musk follows. Itâs woody and smokey, and has been burnt into your brain the moment you walked into the frat house.
âWhatâs taking so long, legacy! Those floorboards arenât going to scrub themselves.â A deep voice booms, followed by another round of knocks as the doorknob rattles. âYou better come out before we come in.â
âLet her hide, Bucky.â Someone else laughs, âWeâll see how long until Steve breaks the door down.â
You swing open the door, âI wasnât hiding.â You correct in irritation, holding your clothes to your chest.
âAwfully suspicious amount of time in there then. You know, some girls just got changed out in the open.â Another man quips, his cardigan hanging over his shoulders, âWhy couldnât you do the same, sweetheart? Are you shy?â
âBryce, shut up.â The blond on your right speaks up, no longer a silent observer.
You meet those clear blue eyes that have been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Almost subconsciously, you take a step backwards to put some distance between the two of you.
Steve is leaning on the wall, his thick arms crossed over his defined chest, the seams of his t-shirt nearly burst as he flexes. âWhy did you take so long?â
You uncomfortably shift as dozens of leers fall on you, searing straight through the skimpy maid costume. âThe lightbulb went out and I couldnât see.â You tug on the back of the dress, hoping to save at least an ounce of your dignity.
The alpha stares at you a minute longer, analyzing your features before snapping his fingers. âOne of you get on the counter and change the light.â
A girl your age surges forward, a bright and suave smile on her face as she passes the frat brothers. You keep your head up and slip out of the dark bathroom.
A warmth ghosts your arm, a slow Brooklyn drawl following suit, âBetter get with the others, legacy.â
After tucking away your clothes, you sink back into the small crowd of girls, each of you is clad in your costumes. Varying in colour combinations, but all in the same style, right down to the little lace apron around your waists.
The volunteer from earlier returns, a skip in her step as she takes position front and centre, sheâs one of the few girls completely comfortable in these circumstances.
Steve walks forward, exchanging a few words with a brunet alpha. You scan over his body, begrudgingly admiring the way his shirt clings to his biceps, well-built chest and tapering to his thin waist. Finally, you reach his long legs and thick thighs outlined by his dark jeans, but before your eyes can go rogue, you feel a nudge.
Wanda is smiling cheekily. âThe pictures didnât do him justice, right?â
You briefly recall the various photos plastered on the schoolâs website and social mediaâSteve Rogers, one of the most prominent figures at Howard College. Most known for being the captain of the football team and the vice president of his fraternity, which itself was exclusively for male alphas, leading to a rowdy bunch of men with egos the size of the moon.
You turn to Wanda and lie, âI donât remember them.â
The beta looks unconvinced, as expected. Ever since you met her last year, sheâs been able to read you like an open book, those inquisitive green eyes peeking through your brain to read the thoughts you havenât organized yourself. Although, youâve grown used to her poking and prodding, in an endearing way.
Glancing around at the other pledges, theyâre all wearing the same hazy expression, utterly taken by the gods of campus a few feet away.
âYou seem a little affected despite not rememberingâŠâ She trails off, wiggling her nose.
Your eyes widen and your arms wrap around you. âReally!â
âNo, but now I know you were lying.â She replies smugly, flipping her long auburn hair over her shoulder. âAs if I could pick you out amongst these ones.â
You deflate, thankful your body hadnât proven that stereotype rightâthat omegas are sensual fiends and just easy toysâyet another conception that has haunted you for your whole life.
A loud clap echoes through the room, and everyoneâs attention snaps to Steve. Heâs taller and bigger than his frat brothers, naturally domineering every other person in the room as he slowly paces. âWelcome to Arcadia Phi, ladies, itâs a good thing youâre all easy on the eyes.â He pauses in front of one girl, frowning, âAlmost all of you.â
The eruption of laughter makes you cower backwards, your chest aching for the poor girl. Steve was living up to his reputation as clear as dayâthe vain, cruelly praised star who couldnât do any wrong, but on the off chance he did, no one would care. His high and mighty designation and status blind any accountability. Youâve only heard a handful of rumours where people disagreed with him, and only a few actually spoke up about it, but you donât know what happened after the fact.
Who knows what these ruthless alphas are capable of?
The sons of other alphas who have had the world on a silver platter since their presentation. Taking over society with a snap of their fingers as everyone falls to their kneesâin submission or fear.
You hated it, but itâs also all youâve ever known. A little bit of hope sparks in your chest, a faint perhaps things will change. In your past year at this college, youâve been blessed to avoid the inevitable consequences that come with being a young, unclaimed omega. The disrespect and objectification, and the horror stories of assault and things even worse.
It hurts even more because of your current predicament, dressed in the most scandalous outfit for the pleasure of these men.
It was unfair to be blessed to not face challenges that no one should ever come across. And, that perhaps burns brighter every time you daydream about a life without any struggles or hardships, where your thoughts and words matter, where your voice can be heard and not disregarded solely based on what you are.
Everyone else was given a chance to be something when they presented, for omegas, it was the opposite. The opportunities slip from your grasp before you can even consider them. Truly doomed by your predestined fate. A mere passenger to the life already written for you.
Howard College has stated multiple times that theyâre all for omega rights, but their efforts and representation within the board and council are severely lacking. Their words are silenced by their actions, only confirming their true beliefs.
You werenât surprised.
It was an awful reflection of society itself. The divide gets thicker every day, between alphas, betas and omegas. Alphas and betas were more common than omegasâbut that didnât halt any ill-treatment, it never did and you dread it never will. Growing up, youâve heard stories about omega trafficking, and that in some places, breeding programs are still legalized and itâs mandatory for omegas to be claimed within five years of presenting.
At least you werenât in any of those pieces of hell on earth.
Unfortunately, worldwide, omega rights are nothing but an afterthought. Something to consider after everything else has been handled and stabilized, only when there is care and consideration to spare.
Being at the bottom of the barrel, nothing you say or do could helpâso you bite your tongue, tugging at your skirt. God, the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. The audacity and self-entitlement radiating from the men across the room were suffocating. But a voice in your head warns you to steer clear of the fratboys who are notorious for coining the term; omega slut walk.
The vice president stops in front of your side of the group, looming over a beta. When he flashes a charming smile, she sighs dreamily, âA few of you are quite pleasing to look at.â
Some of the girls giggle, flirtatiously fluttering their lashes.
Steve stops short, âI didnât say I want to hear any of you.â He raises his hand as silence takes over, âThatâs better. Just look pretty and do what we say, all right? Then, youâll all be in our sister sorority.â He pauses, a short test for any rulebreakers, but there arenât any and he nods in approval.
âNow, ladies, this house hasnât been deep cleaned in a while.â He stands with his feet spread shoulder-width apart, âSo, be thorough, be quiet unless youâre spoken to, and Iâll put in a good word with Maria. Got it?â Everyone silently nods. âYou can speak.â
âYes, Steve.â You all say at once.
The blond cockily grins at his friends. âGood girls, now, line up for your supplies.â He gestures to the kitchen.
The group of you move towards the doorway in a neat line, lips sealed tight as the fratboys talk amongst themselves. Some outrightly compliment the fit of the costumes, their muffled lewd comments make your cheeks heat up.
âWhereâs Ari?â One of the betas asks, sheâs at the end of the line with her arms crossed over her chest. âHeâs the president, why isnât he here?â
The tall blond quirks a brow, âLast time I checked, his whereabouts isnât something you need to know.â
âYou canât give ordersâI heard Maria made the deal with Ari, not you.â
Steve clears his throat, an unnerving gaze locked on her face. It drags on long enough that the line has completely stalled until someone pushes ahead. Now, you and Wanda stand by the kitchen doorway. You glance back again, and Steve hasnât moved, neither has the girlâand itâs a flicker, barely noticeable from where you stand, but she slightly recoils. And, like that, Steve pounces.
âAnd that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get your pledge redacted.â His voice booms as he tilts his head, âWas it worth opening your mouth, beta?â
âIââ
âCurtis, open the door.â The brunet with a buzzcut clicks open the lock, welcoming the afternoon sun as a fresh breeze blows through, but itâs futile against the tension. âGo on, walk out. Leave because youâd rather speak than join Kappa Phi.â
The girl looks at everyone else, wordlessly begging for a saviour, a courageous person to stand up against the vice president but no one does. Youâre all either too afraid or too infatuated to even dare and hopelessly, she leaves. Gathering her belongings and slowly walking out of the frat house.
âMaybe we should call this the stupid beta walk.â The man from earlier, Bryce scoffs.
Itâs quite comedic watching the other alphas collectively sigh, as if theyâre only aware of the doucheness when Bryce opens his mouth. It wouldnât surprise you if thatâs why they kept him around, to make them look better because even within their designations, alphas need to be the absolute best.
With an ego so vast it made room for a new one, blooming from right in the centre.
One of the other brothers pulls Steve aside, heâs the one who was banging on the bathroom door. Bucky is almost as tall as Steve but his hair is longer and darker. Their build is similar, packed with muscles straining against their clothes but Buckyâs skin is slightly more tanned.
Everyone takes turns gathering supplies; some grab a bottle of cleaner and a rag, others take a small bucket and a sponge. Youâre one of the last ones and take a sponge and bucket, dipping your finger in the warm water as you retreat to the small group of girls. All of the different scents overwhelm your nose, ranging from antiseptic to bitter to intensely sweet, the betas surrounding you shake with anticipation.
Alphas give each of you tasks all around the house. Some are sent back to the kitchen, the living room or one of the bathrooms. Youâre all dismissed with alphas to keep an eye on you, supervisors to bark out demands.
Youâre following a few girls to the living room, then settling into a corner, dipping the sponge in the bucket before scrubbing the discolouration on the floorboards. Itâs probably a spill from one of their legendary parties.
As you halfheartedly listen to the alphas talk to each other and the occasional vile comment, you remind yourself why youâre doing this.
Wandaâs gleaming face appears in your head, her eyes lighting up at the thought of belonging to the sorority, Kappa Phi, one of the best for betas and omegasâalthough there have only ever been a few omegas accepted. And unfortunately, you werenât one of them last year and thatâs how you met Wanda, bonding over being rejected from the sorority.
Wanda called Kappa Phi perfect, although not as known as Arcadia Phi. There wasnât a fraternity like it, with the most celebrity alums and best leaders with successful lives. Sometimes you wonder how those self-serving souls were gifted with great lives, then you realize thatâs how society treats alphasâfeeding into their hunger, fueling their greed and egos.
Just like that, Wandaâs face transforms into your motherâs disappointed frown, the same one she wore when you told her the news last year.
âLegacy.â A voice singsongs, âCap would like to speak to you.â
âI can speak for myself.â Steve pushes off the wall. Anxiety scatters your thoughts, because you didnât know he was there.
Steve can make his presence known if he wants, which has become very clear since you entered Arcadia Phi. And when he doesnât, he can seamlessly blend in. You bitterly think about him having a choice. To be seen, to be heard, to be fearedâall while you are the unseen, ignored and disregarded, and one who is fearful of people like him.
The most terrifying monsters trick you into believing they arenât monsters at all. Playing on your trust, only to clamp their fangs in your neck when you least expect it, and yank you into their depths.
There wasnât a doubt in your mind that Steve was one of those monsters, and you were positive he knew he was too.
âAre you sure? All youâve done is stare at her like a piece of meat.â A dark-haired man speaks up, his sweater sleeves rolled up while the ring and bracelet glimmer against his pale skin.
âActually, you two stand up.â Steveâs lips are pressed in a firm line. The girl next to you stands, her blond hair in a low ponytail and her green eyes narrowed. âYou go upstairs to the first door on the left, and you,â Steve cocks his head, his gaze unabashedly dragging over your body and lingering on your breasts, âYouâll clean my room.â
The girl walks away with confidence, ignoring the alphas who praise the fit of her costume. With a straightened posture, you follow after her, facing forward with the wet sponge in your hand. Steve stands by the bottom of the stairs, emanating a force that both lures and repels you.
âWhatâs your name?â His hand falls to your waist like itâs been there a million times before, the warmth sinking through your clothes.
You tell him your name as you stop at the last door on the right. Itâs strikingly different from the rest, as if it were painted with a fresh coat of white, it stood out among the busted, stained or cracked doors. Your reflection shines in the doorknob, distorted with visible unease over your features.
His arm brushes yours as he unlocks the door, the key slipping out before he dangles it in front of your face.
âI like my privacy. My brothers tend to just do whatever they want.â
The door slowly swings open, as silent as a breath of air. The walls are a dark blue, almost a rich navy and contrasting against the blinding white bedspread, the sheets wrinkled and half off of the mattress. Thereâs a desk in the corner cluttered with a shiny laptop, pens and textbooks, as messy as yours back at your dorm. The nightstands are mostly clean, apart from a small stack of books and a lamp on each.
There is an arrangement of paddles on the wall. Some are a plain light wood tone and one, in particular, is a design of red, white and blue, all of them display the same thing; Greek letters, the fraternity crest, along with âBig Bro Steveâ above the other name.
The wide window is open, a soft wind flows through, lightly rustling the curtains and the various posters taped on the wallsâranging from school promotions, and fraternity and football related. Nothing beyond that, not even a movie or a band which leads you to believe Steve was as one-dimensional as a sheet of paperâhis life revolved around school, his fraternity and football.
Bland, but you had no protests because then heâd be easy to forget. Except, those nerves come rushing back again when you spot something on his four-poster bed. On the metal frame by the fluffy pillows are two pairs of handcuffs, unlocked and glaring at you straight in the face.
âOops, forgot I left those there.â
The way he speaks makes you think heâs lying. Behind you, Steve dips down and takes a deep breath inches away from your head and growls lowly in his chest. Your toes curl in your shoes as your mind tells you to run far away and never come back, but Wandaâs hopefulness and your motherâs dismay root you into the floor of the house.
You needed a spot in Kappa Phi. Even if that meant risking being scented by an ill-famed alpha.
âHave you ever been handcuffed? I can imagine you have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself, you like being touched, and touching someone else.â He rasps, âBut I have a feeling that youâre better at following rules than others. Putting on this little dress without any complaints, just a polite request to change in the bathroom.â
You clench your jaw when he tugs at the bow of the apron, âCan I just clean?â
You gasp and the water splashes and gets on your dressâit was a costume, made of cheap flimsy material that wouldnât survive a gust of wind, and it definitely wouldnât survive a strong alpha like Steve. He has the tie wrapped in his fist, the fabric digs into your front and pulls you into his chest, keeping you firmly against him.
âDid you leave your manners downstairs?â He doesnât shout, his words are quiet and low and that only makes them more unsettling.
âN-No.â You despise the rapid beating of your heart, your natural instincts kicking in and nearly forcing you under his submission. âIâm sorry, can I please clean?â Your ass brushes over the firm bulge in his pants.
âPretty, sweet and smart? Makes me wonder how an omega like you is still unmated.â He releases you and he reaches for your scent gland, but you quickly shuffle into his bedroom. Steve just chuckles, âEager to please tooâsounds to me that youïżœïżœïżœre picture-perfect material.â
âWhat should I clean first?â You avoid his gaze, finding great interest in the gentle ripples of the water in the bucket. You canât let him that close again, and you shouldnât have let him that close in the first place. If he touches your spot, youâd be another notch on his belt and another omega on the slut walk listâbecause yes, there was a list and itâs plastered in the living room.
It didnât help that he smells so good, earthy and borderline spell-inducing. He makes you sick to your stomach and then that nausea erupts into flames of rage because heâs an asshole standing on a pedestal with his name etched in gold.
Steve made you feel so many things when you didnât even know him. When he was just Howard Collegeâs star player, and that hasnât changed since youâre feet away from him. Those overwhelming and inconsistent feelings have appeared again. You donât want him to make you feel anything. Except maybe forgotten, because then heâd leave you alone.
âHow about you just get on your knees, omega?â
He doesnât move, taking up more than half of the entryway as he gestures to the moderate mess of his bedroom. You shiver and obey, turning around and spotting a hamper with clothes hanging over the edge, some on the floor. You drop to your knees, gathering each item as his smell encapsulates your mind. Youâre briefly reminded of your boring and plain bedroom, and how much better it would look with a nest.
On the walls of your brain are images of a warm and comforting bundle, varying in pillows and blankets, but most notably, thereâs a heaping of fabrics that look awful like Steveâs clothes in your hands.
You start to feel sick again, and if only you could scrub your brain instead of the floorboards.
âAinât that a pretty view.â Steve crosses his arms, admiring the view of your upper thighs, âDonât get any ideas, legacy.â
âWhat?â You toss the clothes into the basket and cover it. Standing once again, you straighten the bottles of cologne and other belongings on his dresser. Itâs a little dusty, so you take the sponge from the bucket and wipe it down.
âYou might want to snatch something of mine. Wouldnât be the first time an omega tried to steal from me. Iâve been told I have an irresistible scent, I mean, itâs nothing like yours but could be a runner up.â
You try to focus on your tasks. Going from his nightstands to his closet, hanging up a few clothes that have fallen and organizing the shoes on the rack. Youâre kneeling in the closet when one of his fraternity brothers pops up, you ignore them as best you can, sorting the different sneakers, boots and dress shoes.
A loud laugh startles you, making you drop a pair of sneakers.
âOh, sheâs jumpy?â You vaguely remember that voice, youâve heard him in a few of your lectures.
âSheâs cute, right? Like a little bunny.â
Your head snaps back as you glare at Steve. Every moment you spend in his presence makes you want to do something, to be more than a mere bystander, but to an extent because you didnât want to make him too angry. You still wanted toâneeded to join Kappa Phi.
It turns out your heated glare was barely anything, and all you get is a coy wink from the tall blond.
âHoney, are you okay down there?â The older alpha, Andy asks, faint dimples under his thick beard, âYou donât look like the kind to spend a lot of time on your knees.â
You abruptly stand, narrowed gaze set on the two burly men by the door. They have you caged in with a mocking gleam on their faces, daring you to say whatever your little fiery heart desires. Say it, tell them what assholes they are, how they deserve nothing they haveâhow their self-righteousness is just them making up for their lack of knot.
Fucking say it.
You can feel the frustration buzzing in your chest, but your throat and lips refuse to cooperate, forcing the rest of you to just bubble in silent fury. Opening your mouth would be digging your own grave, but the cold and wet dirt is better than Steveâs and any other alphaâs poisoned presence.
If only you were immune to whatever toxicity was streaming through their veins and draped in their words.
Silently defeated by yourself and their taunting expressions, you turn away and dust your dress, belittling yourself for retreating so quickly.
âGood choice, legacy.â Andy quips, âwhat else are you willing to do for a spot in Kappa?â
âIf I tell you, will it happen?â You busy yourself with Steveâs desk. Organizing the pens and pencils into the mason jar, before moving onto the sheets of paper.
âDepends what it is.â
âIâm willing to redo that law essay you flunked on.â You face them again, and Andy has a surprised, but pleased smile on his face. Steve is the opposite, his eyebrows are furrowed while his lips are pressed in a firm line.
âYeah? Do you want to tutor me too?â
Steve steps forward, inserting himself between you and the other alpha like a brick wall. âYou canât do a thorough job if youâre distracted. Do you want him to leave?â
You hold the papers to your chest, âPardon?â
âTell him, show me that youâre Kappa Phi material.â He smirks. âTell him to leave us alone, omega.â
The sheets crinkle in your hands as you tense. Speaking back to alphas was only a fantasy, sure youâve dreamt of kicking their teeth in, but you have never crossed that line.
Omegaâhe was reminding you of your designation, as if you could forget it. But you knew he only wanted to rub it in, to summon that dread and watch it bleed onto your features because omegas could never tell an alpha what to do and have the same impact of an alpha demanding an omega.
Your words would be nothing but white noise, as forgetful as an advertisement on the radio and no one would listen because no one had to. Not like omegas who bowed down at the first syllable of an alpha using their alpha voice or being subject to a great deal of pain.
You couldnât tell an alpha what to do, not without looking like a fool, even if it was one as casual and collected as Andy.
âCâmon, I know thereâs a little spice in all that sweetness. Youâve wanted to open your mouth since you walked in here, and now Iâm permitting you to.â Steve comes closer until he stands a few inches from you, his stature towers over you like a mountain.
âG-Go away.â
Andy chuckles from the door, âWhat was that?â
Steve grabs your chin, âThatâs not what I told you to say, darling.â
You canât tell if the aching you feel is your pride or your loneliness thriving in the attentionâyou havenât been the object of one's attention, alpha or beta, in a very long time.
âLeave us alone, Andy.â Youâre frozen in the pools of blue surrounded by thick lashes. As if it werenât enough for his body to be your wet dream, his face was a work of art. Chiselled cheekbones, strong jaw and a prominent nose. Clear skin sprinkled with freckles and beauty marks, and pink plump lips that stretched into a prince-like smile.
You hated to find him so attractive, but the world has never been on your side anyway.
The brunet pushes off the doorframe, âI guess Iâll check on the other girl in the bathroom. Be gentle with this one, Steve, she seems more delicate than your last toy.â
And, just like that, youâre flung back into reality. Steve is also a player, known for his various relations that never last more than a few weeks. Heâs probably been with more than most think. Some are too ashamed for everyone to know that Steve Rogers had them, then dumped them like trash on the side of the road.
Typical Arcadia alphas, plucking people left and right then ditching them when they get bored or when a new spark catches their attention.
You donât want to be that for Steve. You refuse to be the new object of his affectionâbecause thatâs how heâd treat you, something to show off until he doesnât want you anymore.
Not to mention you just hated everything he stood for.
The easy life, the self-entitlement, privilege and downright mean attitude, selfishness and arrogance rolled into one.
You just need to keep a distance, keep reminding yourself why youâre here and that heâs just a bad man. A terrible man who shouldnât even be touching you right now. You take a step back and distract yourself with his desk. Filing through the textbooks and setting them on the small shelf.
âIâve seen you around campus. Do you have a dorm here?â
âI do.â You answer short. Youâve seen him riding his bike and revving the engine. Zooming down the campus streets with a leather or denim jacket. The supposed legend in the making, but right now, he was just the shadow looming over your shoulder, chilling to the bone.
Steve pulls out his desk chair and sits down, relaxing on the cushions and spreading his thighs. His foot knocks yours. âI havenât had a dorm room, just tried for Arcadia and got in so Iâve lived here for about two years now.â
You just nod, gathering the small bunches of sticky notes and scattered paper clips.
âThose go in the drawer.â He runs a hand through his hair, a twinkle in his eyes.
You open the drawer and are welcomed with strips of condoms and tubes of lube. Your cheeks go hot as you drop the items in and slam it shut. âThose should be in your nightstand.â
âOh, I have them there too. These are just backups.â Steveâs gaze rakes over you as his tongue pokes out to lick his lips. âYou tried to get into Kappa last year.â
Youâre doing this for Wanda and your mother, and you need to try even harder than you did last year. Maybe after this, your mother will finally return your calls, you can only hope that one day, sheâll recognize the wrongness in her actions. Pushing you away only because you didnât get into her old sorority. Whether Kappa Phi didnât accept you because of your designation or other reasons, itâs not fair of her to treat you this way.
âUnlike Arcadia, Kappa is quite easy to get into. Theyâll accept anyone like every other frat or sorority on campus.â Steve rolls his eyes, âSo, it makes me curious as to why you were denied, legacy.â
âCan you not call me that?â And you quickly add, âPlease?â
âThatâs what you are. Your mother was in Kappa Phi, and now youâre going to be in it tooâmaybe, I can still redact your pledge but I wouldnât want to make momma-legacy upset. Does she know youâre trying again?â
âShe would if she answered my calls.â
Steve is quiet for a few seconds before he nods slowly. You grab the sponge and try to move away, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you to stand between his legs. âWhatâd you do to not get in? Sleep with another girl's partner? Hook up with a professor for some extra credit?â
You scowl. âNone of that.â
âMy brothers and I have a theory that every omega is a whore until proven innocent.â
You stiffen as his other hand fiddles with the lace hem of your dress, slipping between the first layer to the second and finally to your skin. His fingers trail higher, and you clamp your thighs together, glazing at the open door as his grip on your wrist tightens. You want him to let go and stop, so you say the one thing that has been in your head, âYouâre an asshole.â
The second those words leave your mouth, a fresh wave of relief combs over you, but then it freezes like water. The realization is icy cold, stilling in your veins and halting your breath.
âWhat was that?â He moves fast and stands, crowding you against the desk. The water drips down your elbow as you raise your arms and try to keep him at bay, but itâs useless. He presses against you, the water seeping into his shirt.
âAn assholeâam I mean? Like your mother whoâs ignoring you because you didnât get into a sorority?â Steve asks, âI can be much worse than that, and I think you know that.â
He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, heâs close enough that you can see every shade of blue and tint of green in his eyes. His lips are so pink and pillowy soft, you canât help but lean into his touch like a magnetic force. âYouâre looking at me like Iâm going to hurt you.â
Itâs instinctual and completely out of your control. The warmth he radiates, the raw power and just alpha compelling you. You realize youâve been fighting him since you met him, and as vigorously as you resisted, he could turn you to mush with a flutter of his eyes.
He hums softly, drinking down your smell like a man starved. When his gaze meets yours again, the iris is a thin ring around the pupil. âAnd, I just might.â His white teeth gleam maliciously behind a simper.
You snap out of whatever fleeting spell he had you under and inch backwards, willing yourself to stay silent. He steps forward, his thigh slipping between yours and pinning you against the desk.
âI wonât hurt a pretty omega like you unless you give me a reason to.â His Brooklyn twang rings in your ears, drilling the threat into your brain. âSo, donât give me one.â
You nod wordlessly, gripping the sponge so tightly that all the water was gone, and probably on Steveâs shirt and your dress. You canât move to check because he keeps you in place, provoking you to make a wrong move.
And, unknowingly, you did and Steve sighs in disappointment, you find yourself searching your mind for the cause of itâbefore a round of cheers grab your attention. Your face slips from Steveâs hold before he grips you again, this time with your chin between his knuckles, lightly pinching you. âSpeak, sweetheart.â
âY-Yes, Steve.â
âGood girl.â His touch trails across your jaw, then down your neck. âThis is cute.â He notes, touching the silver chain around your neck, all the way to the small circle with the stamped letter. He tuts when you donât speak. âDonât make me repeat myself.â
âThank you, Steve.â You gulp, practically sitting on his desk with his thigh snug between yours. The bottom of your dress is dangerously close to exposing your panties.
âWhoâs H?â
âMy friend.â
He flips the metal charm, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the engraving. âYour friend.â
âMy best friend.â You squirm as his other hand lands on your hip, gently squeezing, âWe grew up together but he goes to Harvard.â
âChildhood friends⊠Isnât that adorable?â Steve beams, âYouâre sentimental, then?â He twirls the necklace around his finger as the chain digs into your neck.
With every swirl of his digit, he brings you another inch closer as his breath fans over your cheeks. âI-I guess.â
Heâs quiet for a few moments, his watchful gaze locked on your face, observing every minuscule twitch. âWould you wear my name?â
âWhat?â
âWould you wear my name right here,â he lightly pulls at the chain, âor would you rather wear my mark,â it almost happens in slow motion. With your arms uselessly sandwiched between your bodies, his touch trails to your scent gland, applying pressure, âright here. Where everyone can see.â
His smell increases tenfold, forming a cloud around you and soaking into your brain. The smoky and woody scent is calming and awakening at the same time. This is exactly what you didnât want to happen, but your defences are fluttering to the ground with every millisecond as he scents youâwithout your consent. It triggers some of your basic instincts, the innate desire to be claimed by another, to be submissive and at their beck and call.
With the chain in his grasp and a gentle touch of his fingers, he cracks the walls youâve built to keep yourself safe and secure, to keep yourself separate from your designation and your predestined fate.
You attempt to collect yourself and through uneven breaths, you push him away. Steve doesnât budge, he only grabs your thigh and hikes it on his waist, forcing you on the desk as your dress flips up. His dark gaze lands on your cotton panties and he growls appreciatively, nostrils flaring.
Your heart beats against your chest, loud enough to rattle your brain. âPlease, donât.â You whisper. âI canâtâI donât...â
âYou donât?â He rubs your spot in slow circles, âIf you donât want me, then why are you getting wet?â He emphasizes his words by snapping the band of your panties against your skin, drawing closer to your warm centre.
âBecause youâreââ You whine, resolve melting away with every delicate motion of his fingers, you slump under his touch.
Weak, you feel so weak yet desired. Itâs a cruel curse of euphoria and you hate yourself for it, although itâs completely out of your control.
âYou want me, sweetheart. I can see it on your face, I can smell you soaking your panties. I bet if I listen hard enough, I can hear your whiney thoughts begging for me.â Steveâs voice is smooth and deep, âBut, all I can hear is your heart racing because youâre excited. Have you ever been touched like this?â His hand brushes over your panties and cups your mound.
âItâs not that.â
Steveâs hold tightens on your necklace as his long and thick fingers start rubbing over the cotton fabric, your wetness unmistakably seeping through. âThen what, omega?â
You donât answer. You canât answer, not while all of your pent-up frustration comes rushing in. The look in his eyes is hard to pinpoint whether heâs remorseless, fully intrigued or downright enjoying toying with you.
Your lips quiver as tears pool in your eyes. You hate him, and you hate how good heâs making you feel with just a few fingers. You whimper as he tugs your panties to the side, sliding between your slick folds.
âIs it fear?â His tone is light and taunting, âBecause thatâs even better than excitement and, it looks especially lovely on you, legacy.â
As he releases your necklace, and his warmth on your scent gland leaves too. Youâre flooded with ease and without his support, you sag into the shelf on the desk, the textbooks fall and the mason jar of pens tips over, clattering to the ground as the glass rolls away.
Steve tears the front of your dress, the cheap seams giving away under his strength. Your nipples meet the cool air, pebbled and immediately pinched by the alpha standing between your legs. He growls, massaging your tits as his other hand returns to your nub.
âYou havenât been touched in a while. I can tell.â His tone is so wickedly gentle, itâs a sharp contrast to his character. âLook at you, going dumb for me already, getting my desk wet.â He rasps, âCâmon, push me away.â
Your hands land on his forearms as your last line of defence falls.
His eyes lock on yours, his pink lips part in low breaths. âDo it. Tell me you donât want me.â
Your fingertips press into his skin when he pulls away from your cunt, his big hands land on your inner thighs. A strained whine escapes your throat, a silent plea for more.
âOr, tell me you want me, baby. Cry for meâlet me know how bad you want my touch, my fingers in your pretty pussy, my knot in your fuckhole.â Steve massages your flesh, inching closer to your core but never directly touching there, âI want to hear you say it, omega.â
His words are another blow to your pride. You surrender to his undeniable authority, giving in to him because Steve was right, you havenât been touched in a long time, and everyone was a victim to his commandâthat didnât exclude you.
Do you want him?
Do you even have a choice?
âLet me hear you, sweet girl. Give me what I want, donât you want to make me proud?â
Maybe you did and thatâs why he was asking.
You consider it, which might have been your first mistake. After all the rumours youâve heard, most of them have been proven to be true, you shouldnât trust him or want to make him proud. Why should his commendation matter when heâs nothing but another alpha with a sense of superiority?
Because he isnât just another alphaâheâs Steve Rogers.
And he wants you.
You should have stayed far away from him and Arcadia Phi, regardless of your best friendâs and motherâs wishes. But you didnât, and now look at you, sprawled on his desk with his bedroom door open, scantily clad in a torn maid costume with your most sensitive spot exposed. Your scent gland is still buzzing with his touch, craving more.
Despite your hateful feelings, you want more, you want him. Thereâs no denying that at this moment.
Thatâs when the first tear falls down your cheek, leaving a shiny trail in its wake.
âPlease touch me, Steve. I-I want you.â You hiccup, reaching for his hands to bring one to your face, the other to your pussy. Your knees hook around his waist, âWant you so bad, alpha.â
His blue eyes twinkle, the corner of his lips quirk up, âThatâs my omega.â
You would have never expected your day to end up like this. Willingly giving in to his advances, but maybe that was why you even considered it.
Steve knows the truth. You believed you had a choice when he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. He thrives off your sweet little heart having faith in yourself, itâs adorable. And, he canât wait to corrupt you.
âPlease, Steve.â Your legs fall open, neck craning to watch his skilled fingers trace your hole, barely dipping it before rubbing your clit again. Youâre aching for him and anything he can give you.
Your slick drips out and Steveâs mouth waters, heâs seconds away from dropping to his knees and devouring you whole. âDo you know how long Iâve waited for this? I saw you at orientationâyou seemed so lost but eager.â He cups your face, leaning down until his nose brushes yours and finally, one of his fingers pushes in, pressing to his knuckle before drawing out. âYou didnât even fucking look at me.â
You whine, scrambling for his broad shoulders and falling deeper into that blissful headspace.
âAs if I wasnât even there.â He slides in with two fingers, sissoring you open. He pumps in deep, curling his digits to reach your special spot as his thumb lands on your clit, âNow look at you, baby, dripping on my desk, your cunt sucking me in. Bet youâre hungry for a knot, huh?â Thereâs a softness in his eyes and his touch on your cheek. His warmth sinks to your bones, burning an imprint in the shape of him.
Steve speeds up and adds more power. His bicep flexes with every thrust, working you open as your juices drip down his hand, marking him with your scent. He looms over you, huge and intimidating, making you a compliant mess. His groan rumbles his chest as he pulls out to slap your pussy, the wet noises make your cheeks heat up. âNearly forced Kappa Phi to take you in but my ex was the president at the time.â
He captures your lips in his, slipping his tongue in your mouth as his palm falls to the side of your neck. Your jaw falls slack as he rubs your gland and penetrates three thick fingers into your tight hole at the same time. Steve growls, biting on your bottom lip before kissing you sloppily. He tastes like mint and heâs demanding and rough, while youâre needy and docile, a perfect match.
You turn away as he picks up pace, spreading his long fingers along your inner walls. Moans flow out of your body and into the open air, shameless and absolute music to Steveâs ears. He stretches you open as the shelf digs into your back, his expert touch bringing you to the edge fast. Heat builds in your belly and even in the thin dress, you feel the sweat on your skin. He spanks your clit, feeding off your mewls along with the lewd sopping noises coming from your core. Your cream has formed a mess under your ass as itâs forced out of your poor hole, dripping down to your rosebud.
âThatâs it, you going to come for me, sweet girl? This cunt was made for taking cock, for taking mineâyou want my knot, omega? Since youâre this wet from my hand, I bet youâre a stupid mess when youâre in heat. You hear that?â He slaps your cunt in quick succession, âYouâre dripping for me, you want me to stretch you open, fuck you until you canât even think.â He grunts, teeth clenched as your thighs threaten to shut, he prys them apart and swats your clit harder, still pounding you with his fingers. âYouâd take my cock if I just asked, huh? Youâd let me fill your little cunt, breed you like a dumb slut. I bet you fucking love this.â
You cover your face as you squeal, the back of your head thumping against the wall as you convulse. Your slick pours out, soaking his skin and dripping down his wrist. His pumps donât stutter or even slow down, he keeps up the intensity and youâve officially lost your mind. You fist his t-shirt in your other hand, either trying to escape or pull him closer, you donât even know.
âSo fucking tight, you donât even want me to stop, huh?â He yanks you close by the back of your neck, he spits into your open mouth. âThatâs why you squirted all over me, fucking cock hungry whore.â He kisses you although you barely respond, too fucked out and dazed. When he pulls away, he messily traces through your folds, smearing your juices around as he releases your lips with a pop.
The blue in his eyes is hardly visible, but that could just be your watery vision. He brings his hand to your face, spreading his digits as your cream webs between them. âYou want a taste, baby?â
You let him slip two fingers into your mouth, pressing to the knuckles and forcing you to clean him. He groans as you gag slightly, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth just like your cunt. When he deems youâve had enough, he sucks his ring finger, eyes fluttering shut at your taste. Heâs filthy with it, putting on a show, letting you know just how heâd treat your precious pussy with his tongue.
âTastes even better than I thought.â Steve sighs, and runs his fingers along the bottom half of your face, your wetness mixed with both of your saliva dries on your skin. âNow, if you did that last year during pledge week, you wouldâve gotten into Kappa without a doubt.â
Youâve barely managed to catch your breath, still riding on that wave thatâs made you question your entire college career. âI-I donât need your help.â
Steve laughs, easily picking you up and sitting in the chair. Even in his lap, heâs bigger than you. âYou just need me. And with that, youâre going to get my help anyway.â He grips your hips as your tingling cunt meets his jeans.
âWaitââ You gasp, âItâs too much, I canâtââ
âYou can,â He kisses down your cheek to your jaw, he sucks at the spot right by your scent gland. âAnd, you will. Make me even prouder, omega. Rub yourself on me, make a mess on my pants. Claim me just like Iâll claim you.â Then, his teeth drag over your spot, immediately making you pliant in his hold and to his voice. âBe a good girl for daddy.â
You tie your arms around his shoulders, wasting no time in grinding against the giant bulge. The denim is rough against your sensitive petals, but it feels so good, it feels better than your pillow at your dorm and with every swirl of your hips, Steve groans freely against your neck.
He tears the back of your skimpy dress and the fabric falls down your body. It hangs from your waist and the skirt flutters with every rock of your hips. Your cunt is tortured by his jeans, your clit rubbed raw and begging for a break, but you canât give yourself one. Not until Steve wants you to because, despite your best efforts, youâve fallen victim to his cruel charm and your darkest fantasies.
Steve sucks on your spot, teasing you with nips between his dirty words. You canât even hear him anymore, your body hums with passion and want. An instinctual desire to obey his every command and be his good girl, you want to claim himâown him like he owns you.
Perhaps the stereotypes about omegas were always right, and youâve been in denial. Or, Steve is just intoxicating with a magnetic force that draws you in. Heâs awoken a longing inside you, one that you didnât even know existed.
âThey said you were one of the smartest omegas on campus, but it doesnât seem like that now.â Steve grabs your throat with one hand, guiding you over his clothed cock with the other. âI turned you into my little omega, my dumb slut. I can feel your pussy throbbing for me, oh, my pussyâbecause this tight fuckhole was made for me.â He tightens his hold and licks from your jaw to your cheek. âAw, are you crying for me? Giving daddy those pretty tears, itâs like you never want me to let you go.â
You struggle against him, hiccuping another pathetic moan as he thrusts upwards, meeting your grinds.
Steve knows you arenât incapable, not like the rest of the dull and drab students of Howard College. You had a fight in you, albeit timid and frail, it was there and he can only imagine what other fire hides within your soul. He read the hatred and spite on your face like an open book, you werenât as secretive as you thought and he assumed youâd be trouble. But no, you stayed quiet and obedient until he lured you out.
You had potential, you had shown that with your early resistance and how you treated Andyâfucking Andy, this morning he asked if you could clean his room, but Steve had already made his intentions clear. You were his for the day, and the next, until he was done with you. Which wasnât anywhere in the near future.
Watching you now, teary eyes rolled in the back of your head and listening to your mewls echo through the room, he hopes Andy and the rest of his frat brothers were listening. Then, theyâd know that Steve wasnât letting you go, they could try, they could beg and fight, and heâd just tease you in front of their noses. Playing with people was fun, and with you in his corner, heâd never lose.
âFuck, keep going.â Steve hisses, the veins in his neck tense as his head falls back. His fingertips dig into your ass, groping the flesh, âThatâs it, youâre doing so good, baby.â
âDaddy, ah please, daddy.â
âWhat do you need, omega?â Steve pants, flipping up the stubborn skirt to watch your puffy cunt grind against his bulge. The denim is dark under you and he has the perfect view of your spread folds and swollen clit rubbing along his jeans, your sweet slick seeping through his jeans to his skin, he can feel you.
âF-Fuck me, pleaseâI want it, want it.â You repeat, nails dragging down his shirt, your poor hole weeping for him.
He smirks, âMy little girl wants my cock? Want me to stretch your tight pussy, fuck you until you donât have any tears left, pump you full of my cum and fucking breed you?â He spanks you, making you jerk and squeak, âYou want to be my omega?â
You nod shakily and reach down, weakly attempting to unbutton his pants but he swats you away. With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he takes control and moves you roughly over his dick. You let out a high-pitched squeal, knees pressing into the cushion of the seat as you try to right yourself, but itâs feeble against his strength.
âYou want my cock so bad that youâll just pull it out without my permission?â Steveâs stomach tightens as the tears trail down your cheeks, slipping into the corners of your parted mouth. âThought youâd know better now.â
You grab onto his wrists, piercing his skin with your nails, âI-Itâs too much!â Your cry.
âItâs not enough.â He grabs your throat, not tight enough to restrict airflow but firm enough to let you know he can, and it only makes you greedier. You try to meet his grinds but youâre just bouncing on his lap.
âD-Daddy, I canât.â
âYou can.â He insists, getting closer to the edge. He imagines your tight hole clenched around his cock as he stuffs his knot into you. âYou can, and you will.â
You weep, â...canât.â
Steve has always loved a little challenge and he knows youâre an omega who hoped for more, who craved for moreâand it was ultimately intriguing. To tame the feisty attitude bubbling inside of you, the same flicker he sees when he speaks again. âYou canât come.â
Your eyes shoot open, a torn and angry expression on your face, âButââ
âShush now, baby.â He groans, cheeks flushed red as his whole body tenses, and he never stops moving you over him. âI said make a mess, I didnât say you could come. Tell me you want to be mine.â
âDaddy, pleaseââ You whimper, the tightness in your belly becoming too much.
Steve swats your ass harshly, âfucking say it.â
Your cunt throbs between your thighs, the denim has rubbed you raw, âI-I want to be yours, daddy.â
Steve groans gutturally, his back arches as his eyes flutter shut. Throaty praises ring in your ears, his hold is so tight that theyâll be bruises tomorrow. His muscles flex, his abs, biceps and thick thighs under you, and you can feel his cock swell up under your core. His knot is going to waste and you whine.
Steve's hair falls against his forehead as he looks at you, blue eyes full of bliss and perhaps even devotionâheâs beautiful and evil.
You sniffle quietly, feeling his warm cum seeping through the denim. âYouâre so meanâŠâ
Steveâs chest heaves, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. âThought we already established that, baby?â
The open air is exactly what you need as you limp down the path with your clothes in your arms, some girls canât help but stare at you. In envy or pity, they watch your uneven steps. Theyâre all still wearing their costumes, the evening breeze isnât kind to their exposed skin. You stand out like a sore thumb, clad in Steveâs t-shirt and his sweatpants. Your poor folds gaining a bit of much-needed relief.
Some of the other pledges are talkingâyou know itâs about you despite how quiet they try to be.
They know, everyone in the house knew what happened in Steveâs bedroom. And some of the other girls were either jealous or sorrowful. You were unsure about your own feelings too, since youâre still teetering on the edge of that omega headspace because Steve couldnât stop touching your gland.
In particular, the Arcadia alphas were as shameless as ever. They clapped and cheered when you wobbled down the stairs with Steve on your tail.
âLegacy deserves a gold star for that performance.â
âIâm going to knock your teeth in if you donât shut up, Bryce.â Steve spits as he pulls you to the kitchen, grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge.
Bucky whistles lowly, âAnd thus, the innate need to be an asshole after getting with an omega. Donât you all wish there were more omega pledges, fellas?â
Steve ignores him in favour of gathering snacks from the cabinets and shelves. And, for the rest of the day, you sit on his lap in his clothes, watching the other pledges sweat and scrub at the whole house.
He relaxes on the couch, one of his hands never leaving your body as he speaks to his brothers, petting and tending to you like a doll, âPerhaps little legacy is Kappa Phi material, huh, baby?â
You donât look back once, forcing yourself to stare ahead as Wanda asks how youâre feeling, among other things. Youâll tell her when youâre at your dorm and far away from Arcadia Phi.
Steve watches from the front door of the frat house, his arms crossed as the breeze brushes his bare skin, the band of his sweatpants hanging dangerously low. Behind him, his frat brothers are discussing names of the pledges, yours pops up more than a few times and is followed by a lewd comment.
âOur sister sorority, too. Youâre freakier than I thought, punk.â Bucky steps beside him, a little apron in his hands.
âI wonder if I should tell our parents about his risquĂ© behaviour.â Another voice says as an arm swings around Steveâs shoulder, âWhat do you think, little brother? Will mom and dad return you?â
Steve shrugs off Ransom, glaring at him. âIâm older than you, dipshit, and thatâs not how adoption works.â
âBlah, blah, blah. All Iâm hearing is the sound of an overdue glorified housepet.â He teases while the blond just scoffs.
Theyâve been this way since they met, their relationship was strong from the beginning but that didnât lessen any of the bickering or fights that every other sibling has. The only difference was their resilience yet they had odd similarities in terms of behaviour and attitude. Both being headstrong and fearless alphas. It was a wonder how they had lasted this long while constantly sharing a circle of friends.
âAlthough, I must acknowledge your exquisite taste because that sweet girl,â Ransom points down the street, âis on every alpha and betaâprobably some wild omegas tooâradar.â
âSurprised she hasnât been claimed yet.â Curtis speaks up, âactually, Iâm shocked a lot of omegas here havenât been mated.â
âSome of us have standards and most of those omegas have been strung through every bed on campus.â Ransom replies, grinning at his brother, âI admire our parallel preferences, Stevie, think I can take a go at legacy?â
âFuck you.â
âOh, it seems that testosterone is still sky-high. Iâll ask you when youâve had time to wind down, try out the hot tub, huh?â The brunet leaves with a wink and a slap on Steveâs shoulder, waltzing into the house and joining the discussion with the rest of the brothers.
âHate to be the bearer of bad news, Mr. fuck-em-and-leave-em, but she doesnât even like us,â Bucky laughs, âMuch less you.â
âNot yet.â He licks his lips as your group disappears around a corner. The empty air still carries a thread of your scent, or maybe thatâs just your soaked panties crumbled in his pocket.
He was already one of the gods of Howard College and he's going to be yours too.
đđ§đđ§đšđđđŹ: well here it is ! the first part of captain's legacy and the first dark fic I've ever posted. mean!Steve just does something to me, and I have a feeling he'll be like that for a while. this is a dark fic, so we'll see how much fluff is in the future. the ending was supposed to be longer but I think it fits better in the next part and like my other series, this has no update schedule.
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