Warnings: Miner DNI!! Age gap, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie, a bit of rough play. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 2,856
(Likes and reposts are greatly appreciated!<3)
Hero and part time professor, you take his class and he asks you to meet him during his office hours.
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Professor Rogers' class was one of the hardest courses to get into; it took hours of refreshing your school's portal, waiting to see if you were lucky enough to take his course. Apart from the fierce competition to get in, it is also a limited option, given that the course is being taught by a literal hero, making a set schedule impossible. But there you were on the first day of schedule selection, heart racing and palms feeling clammy. You bit your bottom lip, stressed out, seeing as only mere seconds were left for classes to open. After the last refresh, it instantly opens and shows up as still available; without thinking twice, you enroll in it. You go to check your schedule and realize that it's real, you really did it. You felt yourself be relieved and you look forward to beginning the semester.
Time skip to a couple weeks into his class.
It is the middle of the semester now, and you're stressed out about studying for midterms and keeping up with all your tasks. You were definitely starting to feel burnt out, and you were running on caffeine and practically living in the library. But his class has definitely kept you motivated; you are semi-interested in the actual subject in the class. He is teaching history from the 1940's specifically World war II, seeing as though he was part of it. You don't engage too much or too little, just enough so that he knows your name.
Today was no different; he was going on a tangent, speaking about Hydra and getting a bit too passionate about it. You weren't even paying attention to what he was saying, but just admiring him, which is what everyone else is doing in the class as well. The fierce competition for this class roots from other girls trying to speak and see him; it's the only opportunity for some people to ever lay their eyes on such an iconic hero. On the rare occasion, there are some history majors who seem genuinely interested in his topics, but they are definitely the minority.
You take your time leaving, as everyone takes the end of the lecture to go up to him and ask him all sorts of questions, making for some traffic to start building up by the door to leave. After about 10 minutes or so, you were one of the last ones to head out, but before you could, you saw him come up to you with a soft smile, "Miss Y/N, I seem to have noticed that you looked confused with some of the topics I went over today. Could you meet me during my office hours?" Your heart was racing as you had never gotten so close to him, and he was speaking directly to you. The embarrassment of his having caught you basically gawking at him hadn't hit you, as you just felt a rush of excitement wash over you. "Thank you so much, Professor Rogers. I would love your help. I'll be sure to go to your office hours." He gives you a small approving nod, and as you walk out, you hear him say, "I'll be expecting you."
You rush to your apartment, quickly showering and dressing a bit nicer, putting some extra effort into your looks. Although it is just to meet during his office hours, you wanted to leave a lasting impression. It is not unheard of for him to help reach out to students, but you couldn't help but feel as though this is a different situation.
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It was 5:00pm on the dot when you knocked on his office door; you heard a polite "Come in." As you opened the door slowly, there he was sitting at his desk waiting for your arrival. "Hello, Miss Y/N, thank you for coming," he said with a warm smile. You felt a warmth spread over your cheeks at just how kind he was being to you, but you quickly reminded yourself to calm down, seeing as you were in a professional setting with him. "Please sit down, and let's go over the topics you might need some help with." You nod quickly and take out your notebook full of notes.
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After spending time going over lectures, which branched out to small conversations about the topics, you hadn't realized just how much time had passed. "Oh, Miss Y/N, I'm so sorry about the time. I must've gotten carried away reminiscing about the past," he said with a small chuckle. You smiled back at him. "No worries, Professor Rogers, it has been so informative, and I know I'll definitely pass your midterm thanks to you." He gave you a small smile back before looking at his watch and looking back at you "Please allow me to take you to your home, it's quite late for a young lady like you to be out alone", your heart started to race, The captain america wanted to you home...you felt shy to accept his offer "Oh it's okay Prof Rogers, I'll just take the bus that's about 30 minutes away!" He looked at you with a blank face and then get's out of his chair with a smile "Please I insist... it is my fault that you are out this late, it really wouldn't be any trouble. But of course, it's whatever you'd like" he said in a reassuring tone, letting you know he wasn't forcing you to.
After wracking your brain for a second, you think Fuck it, you would rather a Hero take you home than go through some treacherous public transportation. You giggle softly before answering, "Well, you're not wrong...I'll take you up on that offer." He smiles, pleased with your answer, and you both head out to his car. He has a nice vintage car that you can tell he keeps in pristine condition. "Nice car, Prof Rogers, she seems well-loved", he lightly taps the roof of the car. "Always wanted this baby back in my day, but never had the time for it. Tony pulled some strings for me," he says with a slight smirk. He really just dropped the fact that he's friends with Tony Stark as if nothing, and he never ceases to amaze you.
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After 15 to 20 minutes, you make it to your apartment, he parks and heads out first, opening the door for you. This action made you feel giddy; you can really see that he was born in a completely different time period. After he opens the door for you and both of you head out to your apartment door, "Well, Professor Rogers, this is me...would you like some water or something? I feel bad you took me home and I don't give you anything back," you said, not realizing you were directly inviting him into your apartment. He takes a moment before answering, "Well, you don't owe me, but I wouldn't mind some water," he replied politely with a smile.
You open your apartment door, and you welcome him. He walks i,n and you lock the door behind him. He is immediately distracted by your small display of wine bottles. You turn to him with a cup of water. "Are you interested in it?" you ask as he grabs the cup of water and sets down the bottle he was eyeing. "Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you any further on your Friday evening, plus it's not like I'd actually be able to feel its effects. I enjoy the taste of it all," he says with a small chuckle. You giggle before replying, "You are absolutely not bothering. I fear you may have overestimated my Friday evenings. We can open it...If you'd like? I can make us a charcuterie board, too." He looks at you a bit flustered but gives a small yes. You take his confirmation and head to the kitchen. He insists on helping you, but he quickly follows you into your kitchen.
He rolls up his sleeves and looks at you, awaiting directions. You start pulling out the cheese, ham, and crackers for the board. The two of you assemble it quickly, "I'll bring it over to the table, you're on wine duty." he gives you a soft smile, and you feel that familiar warm feeling over your cheeks once again. "Thank you so much, Professor-" he cuts you off quickly, "Steve...just Steve is good." You give him a flustered smile and nod as you head over to the couch with him. As he sets down the board, you put down the wine glasses, and you head to your record player. There you pick some old jazz, which immediately catches his attention, "Miss Y/N it seems to me that you do pay attention to my class" you take a swig of the freshly poured wine and answer swiftly "Well of course Steve, you make teaching history something completely different...and it doesn't hurt that you've made some good music recommendations." He laughs and asks sarcastically, "Only sometimes?"
Giving him a smug smile back, "Well, other times...it seems that you need someone to teach you more modern music." he feigns to be hurt and offended by your comment, and it causes you to release a burst of laughter. "Well Miss Y/N...would you be interested in filling that position up?" as you take another swig of wine you look at him, feeling the heat going down your thorat as you answer "What a priviledged position you've given me, I would love to Steve" he smiles softly but you cut him off "Also just call me Y/N no need for formalities right?" You say as you raise your wine glass towards him, he smirks and clinks his wine glass with yours. "Sounds perfect, Y/N..."
As both of you finish up your wine, you instinctively pour him some more wine, but as you heard him ask something, you got distracted and accidentally spilled wine on his pants. "Oh no, Steve, I'm so sorry about that." You quickly get some napkins to pat dry the mess you made, but you feel him tense up, and that's when you look at him, beet red. You stare at him with concern. "Steve, are you alright? Your face seems to be red, is it hot?" He adjusts his collar, trying to breathe. You look back down where you were cleaning and notice a visible bulge. Feeling empowered by the glass of wine you had, still in full control of your body, courage is surging through you. He's still looking away, feeling embarrassed, "Hey, this is normal, okay..." as you said that his cheeks get even more flushed, "You are only a man after all...you look after us, and who looks after the heroes?"
He looks at you with dazed eyes, seeing his once serious blue eyes now covered in a glaze of desperation. You can feel him holding back, but once you straddle over him, he loses it. His big, strong hands grip your waist. "Y/N...if you continue, I won't be able to hold back." You ignore his warning, starting to grind over his throbbing desperation under you. "F-fuck Y/N" one of his hands moves from your waist to the back of your head. He pulls you at an angle where he plants a desperate kiss over your lips, putting just a bit of pressure with his grip. You let out a small moan as you take in his rough, wet kissing, your lips moving rhythmically. You slip a bit of your tongue into his mouth, and he immediately wraps his own around yours, savoring your taste. You feel his other hand wrap tightly around your waist, preparing for him to carry you off the couch.
Once he lifts you off, he slams you against the nearest wall, kissing you roughly and slightly biting your bottom lip, as he presses himself against your heat. You can feel how hungry he is, as you moan louder at the contact with your sensitive spot. "Y/N I need you... Please," he whispers in your ear, "Me too, Steve..." he finds your bedroom and sets you down, staring at you with soft eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You stare at him full of lust. "There's no turning back now..." He smirks and starts to kiss your neck as he towers over you, taking your clothes off as if you were a delicate flower with petals.
He trails his kisses, and the removal is quick and precise; he didn't want to wait any longer to make you feel good and have your sweet moans fall over his ears again. He tugs on your soaked panties swiftly, and he hovers over your arousal. "So pretty..." he says, admiring it, practically drooling over it as he places his hot mouth over your bundle, your back arching at the sensitivity and the contrast of his warmth. He loses no time, his tongue moving at the perfect pace with just the right amount of pressure. When you feel your legs trembling with pleasure, he slips two of his thick fingers into you. "Steve...fuck" you moan loudly as he has the right between with his tongue and now his fingers. You feel yourself approaching your climax, the heat getting stronger, your eyes getting heavier, and you feel your heart beating thumping in your ears loudly, and then you snap. Your arousal splashing all over his face, fingers, bedsheets, and your legs are shaking. He licks his lips and kisses your lower stomach.
"Such a good girl for me..." he goes up to your phase with a smug smile on his face, with your juices all over his face. You were still coming down from your high as you looked at him, you felt your breathing regulate, and you leaned in to kiss him. You hold the back of his head, slightly gripping his hair, and you taste yourself on him. You pull back quickly and stare at him as his fully clothed, hot and bothered. "It's time you take those clothes off..." You start tugging at his professor's clothing, pulling on the buttons. He hurries the process up by simply ripping his shirt off. You were caught off guard by how fast he undid everything. You admired his muscular body, acknowledging the fact that he wasn't just any other man; he was Captain America, and he was all yours at that very moment.
You saw just how large and girthy his cock was; you knew he would hurt you when he entered, but you did not care, you needed him badly. "Get on all fours, Y/N," he said in a demanding tone, stroking his cock, rubbing his precum to lubricate himself as he inserted himself in you. He goes in slowly, going in smoothly because you were so wet and needy for him. It burns as he stretches you out, never dealt with a cock so big in your life, you breathe in and out taking him, "So tight doll..." as he finally puts all his inches in you. Your eyes were watery with just how much he stretched you out. But you feel him hovering over your back, ass touching his skin. He moves after letting you adjust, going slightly back and thrusting back in.
With your ass arched for him, he slams into you roughly, making your skin clap against his with every thrust. You moan loudly, grabbing onto your sheet, and your face is being held down by his hand. Using his other hand to grip himself onto you as he crashes into you. The sound of skin slapping and your arousal filled the room, alongside your loud moans and his lower grunts. Every thrust was hitting you right in your sweet spot, hit it harder each time as Steve goes even deeper into you. You lost sensation in your legs, only feeling the bounce of your ass against him. "Shit doll... feels s'good..." he says, slightly slurred with pleasure taking over his senses as well. He can feel how your walls tighten around him, making him lose control, and he quickens his pace. You moan loudly as he now has both of his hands around you to slam into you faster, with how rough he was going, you felt euphoric for the second time tonight. Creaming all over his cock as he was still slamming into you harder each time, he let go of your waist to pull your hair and slam into you as he spilled his seed into you. "Holy shit, y/n," he moans, pulling out to see it drip from your wet, puffy cunt.
Your eyes were glazed with how tired you felt, but also with satisfaction. He helps you lie down and gets a wet cleaning cloth to clean himself off of you. He then lies down with you, your face pressing against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slow each minute.
A/N I don't really write fluff but I really hope you guys like it!!<3 Merry Christmas to those who celebrate:)
Warnings: None pure fluff!!
Word count:1,061
(Likes and reposts are greatly appreciated!<3)
You bake Christmas cookies with Luffy on christmas eve!
You rarely had the kitchen to yourself, but when you did you let the chef know in advance. Today was one of those days, Sanji had finished cleaning up after the Christmas feast and let you know the kitchen was free to use and wished you Goodluck. The reason being, that you were going to bake with Luffy.
You knew better than anyone just how gluttonous your boyfriend can be, but he always insisted on being by your side while you baked. His reasoning was that he liked to 'help' you, when in reality it was just you scolding him and swatting away his stretchy hands from eating all the raw cookie dough, and this time was no different. "Luffy!! Don't eat that, the raw ingredients can make you sick" you scolded him as his face was already covered with the flour and dough. His mouth was stuffed with the cookie dough as he spoke "But I'm hungryyyyy" he moaned as if he hadn't stuffed down a Christmas feast. You roll your eyes at him "Luffy you just ate like 30 pounds of meat and you're still hungry?" His stomach growled right after you asked that, he pouts slightly and pats his stomach "See? I wasn't lying."
You couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was begging for the cookie dough. He looks at you pouting and with pleading puppy eyes. "Okay fine... I'll give you some more cookie dough, but that's it because we need to leave some for Santa." His eyes lit up as you gave into his begging and immediately swallowed whole the sugar cookie dough you gave him. His cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. You made more cookie dough, rolled it out, and started using Christmas cookie cutters to get the right shapes. Luffy was having a blast using his gum gum Gatling move to cut the cookies faster, the room was filled with his laughter.
After putting a batch of cookies to bake, Luffy is sitting by the oven admiring them and impatiently waiting for them to be ready. You hear him slightly groaning and muttering how the cookies are taking too long to bake. You ruffle his hair and smile "Be patient...they're almost done" He groans again "This is taking so long..." You come over with two mugs of hot cocoa and hand him one, "Here, to make the wait easier" He swipes the mug away from you and grins "Thanks! You're the best" He sips it slowly since it was piping hot, but that didn't stop him from trying to chug it.
After a few more sips of the hot cocoa, the timer indicating that the cookies are ready rings and he jumps up, "They're ready!!" You make your way to the oven and carefully place them on a cooling rack. "Careful babe, you'll burn yourself" but he was practically drooling over them. He ended up stealing one although you warned him, and he was trying to play it off "I-It's not that hot..." You saw how red his face was and smiled at how stubborn he is.
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After the cookies cooled off, you had set a variation of decorations. Things such as various colors of icing, sprinkles, gummy, candies, and colored sugar. As you set your half of cookies on one side, you set his half on the other side. You called him "Babe the cookies are ready to decorate!" He rushes in and immediately grabs an icing bag. Noticing how eager he is you ask,"Oh how are you going to decorate your cookies?" He snickers and looks at you "It's a surprise...just wait and see." You were still extremely curious as you watched him gently squeeze and spread the frosting on the cookies, but you knew he wouldn't budge if you continued to ask, so you let him concentrate. You started playing some Christmas music as you decided to start decorating the cookies you'd leave out for Santa.
After an hour, you finally finished. You tried your damn hardest to make the cookies as precise and jolly as you could. You admired the decorations you made, the Christmas trees, the snowflakes, and the Santa hats. But you were so focused and in your zone you had forgotten about Luffy. You turned to look at him as he has a prideful grin on his face, and you saw the mess he made and the frosting all over his face, and he even had some in his hair. "Check it out! what do you think?" He moved away from hiding his cookies and let you see the surprise design he made. You felt an overwhelming sensation in your chest as you saw the surprise design he made was actually everyone in the crew.
You saw all the hard work he put into the cookies and admiring how adorable everyone came out, noticing sanjis extra curly eyebrow, and Zoro's face being grumpier then ever. You felt him looking at you for approval on how he did, when you turn to look at him "Luffy...these are the cutest cookies I've ever seen, you did amazing." His eyes lit up at your praise and he smiled, "Really you like em' that much?" You giggle softly as he pulls you closer by the waist "I love em', who knew you were such an artist." His laugh bubbles out loud when he pulls you even closer, "Let's leave our cookies and milk out for Santa..." You kiss him softly and admire that sweet excited expression he has all over his face, "Whatever you say Cap."
With that, you two set up a little table on the deck outside on a sunny, placing a mix of both of your cookies and a glass of milk. He smiles and looks at you while placing the cookies neatly before speaking up, "Wait... I wanted to eat this one" He points at the one he made of you. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit "You wanna eat me?" He nodded eagerly "Uh-huh! It's my favorite cookie out of all of 'em!" You couldn't say the cookie he made of you, "Of course babe...whatever you want." You saw as he devoured your cookie,
He wrapped one of his arms around you pulling you as close as possible to him and you hear him say "This was the best Christmas ever!"
