Pairing: Husband!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve has gone feral, and you are the only one who can calm him.
Warnings: Minors DNI | Feral Steve | Slightly dark Steve | Possessive husband Steve | Smut galore | Semi public smut | Stuntish smut | A load of fluff in the end | Language | I'm whimpering in shame at the filth I've spewed 🤭| Lemme know if I'm missing anything.
A/N: I've refurbished and rewritten this fic for SMUT-BER FEST | It was originally part of Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 with the Prompt: Multiple Orgasms. But this fit perfectly for Annie's SMUT-BER ASK. So, I've given it a fresh look. @nekoannie-chan Thank you for sending in the ask 🩷Apologies for how long it took, love!
Note: Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work! GIF credits to the creator. Divider credits to my amazing @buck-star Thank you, Sydney :) Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
Come to the gym, pronto. Nat's message read. You were confused as to why Nat was texting you.
A slight unease settled in your nerves. Telling Ben you'd be right back, you rushed out of the lab. Walking through the long, stretching corridors, you arrived at the gym where the team usually held their major training sessions or workouts.
As you walked in, you noticed a small group had gathered, with agents huddled near the center of the vast room. Your stomach twisted with worry. You had no idea what was going on or why Nat had called you.
Suddenly, you felt Nat hurrying you through the crowd.
"Take Steve away from here. He's not listening to anyone...please, or he's going to kill the guy," Nat whispered urgently.
What? A sliver of fear crept into your confused mind. Rightfully so, because when your gaze settled on the scene before you, you gasped. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of a shirtless Steve being restrained by Sam, Clint, and Tony. On the floor, a bloodied man lay coughing and wheezing.
Did he do that to the man? Why? Your mind was reeling.
"Steve," you breathed, your voice barely audible, but he heard it. His gaze settled on you, and he straightened up, jaw clenched. He glanced at the man on the floor, then back at you, sighing angrily, his nose flaring.
Sam motioned for you to come forward, and you did, carefully avoiding the bloodied man on the floor.
You stretched your hand out, almost hesitantly, as if approaching an angry stray ready to hiss and attack.
"Come with me, Steve," you gently coaxed him.
Steve shrugged off Sam, Clint, and Tony's hold, taking your hand with a firm grip, perhaps a bit too firm. Immediately, the agents parted, giving you him space, fear evident in their eyes.
Though Steve was tall and extremely burly, he walked a step behind you the entire way to the elevators just outside the gym. He let you lead him, but as soon as you pressed the button for the elevator, he snapped.
Pulling you into his arms, his hands gripped your ass as he lifted you and wound your legs around him. His one hand pressed on the small of your back, bringing you close to his bare chest. Your hands shot up to find balance, winding them around his shoulder and neck with a squeaky gasp.
Steve's eyes darkened when he looked at you with so much intensity that you had to resist the moan threatening to slip away.
Steve licked his lips, pulling your lower lip with his thumb, all the while adjusting you right on top of his crotch. You moaned this time, more like whimpered, and quickly looked around to see if you had any audience.
Steve seemed unhappy with your wavered attention from him, and he let out a low groan, cradling your jaw and bringing it close to his face.
Licking his lips sensually, he breathed against you giving you a second to comprehend before he captured your bottom lip with his teeth, giving it a nip, and sucked on it.
Your husband was a poised man outside the comfort of your home or private space. You had known him for many years and were well aware of how careful he was when showing affection in public. However, you and your pussy knew well enough how free-spirited your man was behind closed doors, and right now, he looked at you like he could fuck you nine ways into Sunday.
His hand glided from your jaw and into your hair, tugging at it.
"Steve," you moaned, wondering what had happened to him to make him so unhinged.
You knew for a fact that Steve could be territorial.
Did someone say something to him?
You tried to form a question to combat the haze of desire engulfing you. But before your mind could process anything, he pushed you into the elevator and pressed the button for your floor.
"I need you," Steve grunted, and his one hand palmed your mound through the leggings, making you slick your panties. Nothing except him was vivid, his intoxicating smell, and that fucking sinful body displaying strength.
You groaned in pleasure as you rested your forehead onto his bare shoulder. He was rubbing you the right way. The Perfect Way. Insanely perfect, just like he did last night in the shower.
"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me, Mrs. Rogers?" he cooed, his raspy voice dipping far lower, intense and needy, rumbling all your senses.
He stalled the squeezing, finding the seam of your leggings at the center, and without a second thought, he tore through it expertly.
Your breath hitched, and you bit onto his shoulder when his fingers sneaked inside your torn fabric of the poor leggings proudly and tapped on your drenched panties.
"You smell so fucking delicious and all mine," he exclaimed, fingers pushing your panties aside and trailing into your slick heat.
"Ste..OH MY…" You let out a guttural moan as he touched you with his coarse fingers.
He inched two fingers inside and moaned filthily into your ear.
"I'll eat you out till you can't remember anything but me," he vowed his warnings as if it wasn't already happening.
Your mind was a mush.
You were riding his fingers, chasing your orgasm all the while he cradled you with one arm and his other hand sinfully encouraging you to grind. While his expert fingers occasionally shifted from fucking you to rubbing along from your clit to the end of your ass and not even breaking a step or sweat.
Sweet fucking heavens!!!
That mere situation crumbled your senses, and you reached your high, floating in the air, almost clutching him in a death grip, shouting your release, collapsing into his waiting arms.
~
You were unaware of when your bottom half became completely bare, still traversing through the orgasming high. When you did get your bearings straight, you realized you were in your room, your back pressed to the wall beside the door.
You gazed into Steve's eyes. He was nothing but a raging storm, and you knew you were sailing straight into it if you hadn't already.
He let his right hand clutch your button-down shirt and slid his hand through the resistance of the buttons in a go, and they clattered away in the room, leaving you bare except for the bra.
Your breath came out in shallow spurts. Steve's eyes followed the length of your body from your eyes to your bare legs wound around him and back to your eyes. You squirmed, his tactical pants giving you the right friction.
"You are mine," he declared. "Hold tight," he said, before pulling you up suddenly. Your legs were wound against his shoulders and neck, and your drenched core was at his face, and he stood to his full height.
"Steve," you whispered in horror. "What even…?" You were at a loss for words as you grasped what was happening.
Fuck. He was going to eat you, standing up all the while your head was resting against the wall, almost at the ceiling of the room. Shit! You were practically trembling. The ground looked impossibly far.
Your breath hitched at the first lick, your body flailing as fear and pleasure wrecked you. Your sinful man pushed one of his gorgeous veiny forearms and placed it under your tits for your support, and the other held your upper thigh for his control. Your hands found purchase in his soft blonde locks. His stubbled jaw parted your legs even more, and you gasped at the feeling.
Steve was displaying all his strength. He groaned as he kissed your bud softly, reverently, and you almost came at the sensation.
Steve chuckled against your mound before he took you in completely, sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue vigorously rubbing patterns that you were too familiar with and ever craving. You wailed helplessly at the pleasure wrecking your senses.
"I'm...I'm..." You managed, but he didn't move away, and you reached your high. You begged him as you cried, for what you have no idea.
He placed a few more kisses till you came down the high, his "good girl," and some more praises barely registering through the loud ringing of your ears.
Steve gently pulled you into his arms, sliding you down his torso. You were huffing, needing to breathe when he lined up and slid into you. Your breath caught in your throat; your pussy clenching him tightly.
Steve gaped, his mouth parted, face contorted in pleasure. "Fuck," He hissed, his nose rubbing against your left cheek as he pecked you softly. He didn't move, giving you a few seconds to adjust to the intrusion even after priming you so well.
He was sinfully kind like that.
Your open shirt rode up when he slid you down, and you hissed as the cold wall touched your skin. Steve pushed you both off the wall as he adjusted the shirt on your back, letting it cover your back, and pushed you back onto the wall, adjusting himself for a better angle.
"Who do you belong to?" He growled, sneering at the sensation as he gave you languid thrusts. The same knot in your belly tightened, wanting to tighten and tighten and break apart for him.
"You," your answer had spurred him on.
"Yes," he grunted as he held you by your ass with both his hands firmly, borderline painfully, and fucked you into oblivion. Steve came within a few thrusts, pushing you into another orgasm as you milked him. "Agh!" He moaned, teeth nipping at your jaw.
You knew it was far from over. Steve could go at least four times before he took a break.
He gave you a bit of a breathing respite as he carried you to the bed. Steve laid you down with your back pressed onto the mattress, lower half wound around him. He readjusted your legs and stood up straight near the bed, pulling you to the edge, with your back almost arched, and your legs on his shoulders.
"Now look me in the eye when I make you cum," he demanded, and you nodded diligently. The angle and the way he was standing was a bit too much for your already sensitive pussy, but you indulged him because you were a good girl. His good girl. Also, you knew you could use your safeword, and he'd stop immediately, fussing over you, but you didn't.
"Aww, you wanna come again, doll?" he said, almost mocking you as he rocked in you slowly. You nodded, knowing fully well your body gave him whatever he wanted.
"Hold it," he ordered, one hand reaching out to cup your tits, pinching your nipples. He increased his pace, grunting and cursing. You were far too close, and you had no clue how long you could possibly hold when his cock kissed your cervix so deliciously.
"Come," he said, biting onto your ankle, and you almost arched off the bed in pleasure feeling your orgasm enhanced by his, as Steve painted your insides.
Steve didn't pull away yet. No.
He settled on the middle of the mattress, gracefully, and deftly pulled you into his lap, his still hardened cock twitching hotly. He put one of his arms beside him for support and the other wrapped around your body.
"All mine," Steve said as he fucked you upwards, controlling his movement and yours, bringing you down while he inched up.
"Steve... Steve... Steve," you cried, almost reaching another peak.
"I gotcha, doll. Your husband is here, isn't he?" he said, a smug satisfaction adorning his face as he rolled his hips sensually.
You let out a cry as his hips stuttered, sending shivers down your spine. It was Steve's turn to chant your name filthily, like a prayer, and this time you couldn't wait for him to give you permission to cum.
"Yes, yes, fucking look at me, this belongs to me," he gritted out, running a hand from your heart to where you were joined.
You nodded frantically, tears blurring your vision at the extreme pleasure you felt.
Steve ceased his movements for a few seconds before fisting your hair in his hand and pulling you closer to him for a devouring kiss. You could practically taste yourself on him married with the perfect taste of Steve. He let go of you as your breathing became shallow.
Your eyes shut tight as he licked the length of your throat before nipping at your jaw, leaving a mark you were sure he'd help cover later on.
He pulled out still hard, and your pussy tried to clench onto him desperately. Steve and you hissed at the loss of contact. He turned you onto your stomach dexterously, and towered over you, entering slowly from behind.
"Steeevee," you cried.
It felt too fucking good!
"I know, darling. I know," Steve whispered, holding your thighs tightly, almost in a lower plank position, placing his forearm beside your head while his other hand held your hip as he pounded into you deeply and slowly, making you feel his entire length.
You could feel the warmth of his weight when you cried, and your orgasm made you see stars, and you collapsed haphazardly onto the bed, almost fainting into a subspace happily. You were aware of the warmth of his cum filling you up as he roared your name delightfully.
A few moments of silence followed, filled only with the sound of both of you breathing.
Steve was soft when he pulled out of you.
He placed kisses on your shoulders, and his sweaty body weighed you down gently onto the mattress before he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his side.
You were aware of his lips, kissing your temple and cheeks as his breathing came to normal. You tried really hard to be aware of what happened later, but the only thing you remembered was his soft "I love you," and the kiss underneath your ear like he did not just rail you to sleep.
You sighed, smiling, words unable to form as you succumbed to the blissful oblivion. You were completely out of it when he cleaned you tenderly or when he made you sip Gatorade.
~
A few hours later, you woke up to the vibration of your phone beside you. You were confused for a few moments before the weight of your husband brought back the events in the 4k definition.
You opened the message from Nat: He heard the agent talking something about you. Hope you calmed the dragon.
More like the dragon claimed me. You snorted, flushing at the memories.
Another message from Ben said, Of course, Doc ;)
Steve must have texted Ben, too.
How very thoughtful of your husband!
You read what Steve had texted Ben.
A bit held up with my husband. He needs me. You groaned internally, knowing you wouldn't hear the end of the teasing now.
You rolled your eyes, sighing as you looked at the peaceful, sleeping face of your husband illuminated by the light of your phone. Steve's face smushed into your chest, against the soft fabric of his white undershirt that he must have put you in.
You gently pushed away the unruly strand of hair from his face, bending awkwardly to kiss his forehead, breathing in the intoxicating smell of him.
You stilled when Steve's grip tightened around you, hoping you hadn't disturbed his sleep. It seemed you hadn't, as he readjusted you in his arms and drifted back to sleep, his deliciously pink lips parting slightly.
You really needed to have a talk with him about picking fights.
Read this Prelude to Berserk Captain Rogers
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SUMMARY: You and Steve broke up, but life as an assassin for SHIELD goes on, no matter how grueling. little did you know, Steve was suffering too, and reality is far from how it appears.
CW: MDNI 18+, smut, breakups, protective!Steve, assassin work, mentions of blood and death, Steve is a bit of a munch (but he still tops you), happy ending
AN: inspired by "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart" by Taylor Swift from her album The Tortured Poets Department.
divider by @saradika-graphics
Steve left you on a random Tuesday afternoon. No fanfare, no warning, no discussion. He barely even looked at you when he shattered your heart.
In the two years you'd known him, and the six months you loved him, you'd never seen him so callous. He'd looked at motorcycles with more affection than he looked at you in that moment.
You didn't understand, couldn't understand, but it didn't matter. Your relationship was over, and your life felt like a held breath ever since.
He said he'd love you all his life, but for a man that's been alive for a century, six months was barely a blip. You were barely a blip.
But you couldn't dwell, couldn't break down like you wanted to, because you were one of the top assassin's at SHIELD, and missions didn't care about your feelings.
So you were sent out into the field, day after day, week after week, with a smile on your face and your shoulders thrown back, never ever missing your mark. And still, SHIELD demanded more of you.
Fortunately, you could do it with a broken heart.
“Agent L/N, report to Fury’s office for assignment,” the earpiece in your ear crackled to life, jarring you from the workout you were pretending to do.
“Another one? Seriously?” Nat said, looking up from the squat rack, sweat glistening along her hairline.
You shrugged. “The fun never stops,” you said with a half-hearted smile, and she rolled her eyes, returning to her reps.
As quick as you could, you pulled an oversized hoodie over your sports bra and retied your ponytail, which has fallen into sweaty disarray during your workout.
Normally, you'd change into your suit, but when Fury called, he didn't like to be kept waiting.
You take the elevator direct to his office, and when the doors roll open, you're greeted by Nick Fury, Sergeant Barnes, and, of course, the back of Steves head.
His hair has grown a little longer since you were together, and your fingers itched to run through it, to scratch his scalp in the way that makes his dark lashes flutter, to tug on his roots in the way that makes him groan low in his throat…
You shook yourself and slapped on a smile. “Good morning, Nick,” you chirped, sauntering into the room.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said, offering as close to a smile as he could manage. “Have a seat.”
You perched on the edge of Bucky’s table, and he gave you a stiff nod in greeting . Steve didn't look up from the open file in front of him, but you could tell by the angle of his shoulders that he wasn't happy.
Nausea twisted in your stomach, your heart splintering a bit further, but you kept your expression pleasant.
“Would it kill you two to be a little more cheerful?” Fury quipped, and Bucky snorted. “Could all use a little more sunshine around here.” Fury winked at you, and you winked back.
Steve’s fingers tightened on the file, but you chalked it up to its contents.
“Little Miss Stabs-a-lot seems to be managing just fine for all of us,” Bucky said, his voice dry even though his eyes were smiling.
That's you, managing just fine.
Fury chuckled and passed you a similar file to Steves. “Your target is Lugoff Isaacson, HYDRA weapons director.”
You flipped through the file, finding a laundry-list of diabolical misdeeds, as well as a number of altercations with the two men beside you.
“Dinosaur’s couldn't hack it?” You teased, but only Nick laughed.
“Unfortunately, Mr. Isaacson lives like a hermit, and the only people allowed in his company are fellow HYDRA agents—” Nick paused, bracing his hands on the desk. “And pretty women.”
You heard Steve's teeth grind together, and Bucky glanced over at him, but you kept your eyes on your boss. “When do I leave?” You asked, already rising.
“Nick, she can't go in there with Isaacson alone,” Steve snapped, pushing the file away from him. His voice was rough and low, menacing, and it sent a chill up your spine.
“She certainly can,” Nick rebuffed. “Unless you want to go with her?”
Steve glared at Nick, so sharp it was practically lethal, but didn't say another word.
You felt like he stomped your heart beneath his boot, and were seized by the urge to fall at his feet and beg for a reason why he would do this to you. But instead, you flipped through the file, finding your orders in the back. “Flights at 2:30. I need to pack and get a blowout. I'll update when I land.” You tucked the file under your arm, blew Nick a kiss, and flitted back to the elevator, not sparing Steve a second glance.
He certainly wouldn't look back at you.
“How many is that this month?” You heard Bucky ask as the doors started to roll closed.
“15,” Fury answered, pride clear in his voice. “She's our most productive assassin to date.”
Steve's POV
“Don't give me that look, Rogers,” Fury droned, avoiding Steve's eye.
“She's not some goddamn chess piece you can just play however you want,” he bit, barely contained anger simmering underneath the surface. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his mouth shut during that meeting, to not grab you around the middle and run for the fucking hills.
The thought of Isaacson, that slimy rat laying a hand on you—it made Steve's mind bleed red with rage. He knew you could handle him, knew you'd make quick, clean work of the kill, but the things you'd have to endure to get that perfect opportunity…
He couldn't bear it.
“Thats exactly what she is,” Fury said, snatching the file from in front of Steve. “It's what you all are.”
Bucky scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and Steve rose from his chair, bracing his hands on the table to lean into Fury’s smug face.
“I'm done playing your fucking games. And if you think I won't take her and leave, then you don't know me very well,” he growled.
Bucky got to his feet, metallic arm flexing as tensions mounted.
“Oh, I know you, Cap. I know you'll do whatever you need to do, move wherever the fuck I want you to move, so she stays on the damn board. Right?”
Steve grit his teeth. “And when we leave, whose going to come after us? Him?” He gestured to Bucky. “Nat? Thor? Quill? Whose it gonna be?”
Fury narrowed his eye.
“Because here's the thing you've never understood. Without us, there is no fucking SHIELD. You broke us up so she'd be free to your dirty work right? Without my interference?”
Fury scoffed and went to back away, but Bucky was standing directly behind him, blocking any escape route.
“She likes it—”
“It's killing her.” Steve cut him off. “When's the last time she had a day off? A vacation? A job that wasn't too hard for another agent, but too low profile to send us? Hm? Call her fucking sunshine while your burying her alive.”
“Steve,” Bucky warned, and the table cracked beneath Steve's hands.
“It ends now. Either SHIELD takes care of her, or I do.” Steve pushed off the desk and stormed out of the room, taking the stairs to get to the control room faster.
Nat was already there. “She just got to her apartment. Steve, she's—”
“I want eyes on her 24/7, and a team waiting to deploy within twenty miles of Isaacson bunker,” he ordered.
A chorus of ‘yessir’s’ answered him, and he sunk down in the vacant swivel chair, steepling his fingers as he watched the entrance to your apartment building, a SHIELD van idling just outside.
“Cap, listen.” Nat leaned against the control panel beside him. “This has to end, before she fucks up.”
“I know—”
“No, you don't. At this level of burnout, one misstep and that's it.”
“I know!” He barked, and the surveillance workers all jumped. “I'm fixing this. I just need a little more time.”
“She might not have time.” Nat pushed off the panel. “It might not be this mission, but it could be the next one, or the next. Stop being a fucking coward and fix it before it's too late.” She stormed off, leaving Steve staring at the monitors, his heart in his throat.
He was going to fix this. He had to fix this, before he lost you for good.
You hurried out of your apartment, dressed in slacks and blouse, wrapped up in a leather trenchcoat. The driver jumped out to greet you and took your bag, and you slipped into the backseat.
He flipped the camera to the car feed, a wonky fisheye from the dashboard, and saw you check your mascara in the mirror, faint smudges of black under your eyes, your nose kissed pink.
You'd been crying.
“I'm gonna fix it, baby,” he muttered to himself, wishing you could hear him somehow. “I promise.”
Reader's POV
You took out Isaacson without any issues, just smiled and tried to ignore the way he groped your thighs, ogled your tits. He made it too easy to slit his throat.
And as soon as you returned, there was another assignment, and another, and another, until you didn't even bother going home anymore. Which was well enough for you. You didn't care to sleep in the bed Steve held you in, or the couch you'd watched his favorite black and white movies on. Didn't care to eat in the kitchen where you taught him to make your mother's signature recipe, or shower in the stall he'd washed your hair in when you were sick. It was better to stay away from all the little reminders that you didn't imagine the whole thing.
You pretended to love being busy, treated every mission like a birthday gift, and pushed forward. Until, you were assigned to work at the Winter Gala.
SHIELD hosted the annual event as an excuse for the team to rub elbows with politicians, diplomats, and executives. You'd be masquerading as a guest, of course, but in reality you were on intel duty, eavesdropping on conversations and flirting trade secrets out of the most powerful people in the world.
One of the few perks of still being anonymous to the world.
You were dreading it. A night filled with romantic music, dancing, and drinks, watching Steve schmooze with women twice as wealthy and twice as powerful as you? You'd rather choke on your own dagger. But you were determined to look fabulous, a young woman in her glittering prime, and maybe you'd feel something besides emptiness.
Tony had a gorgeous ball gown sent to your apartment that probably cost more than your annual salary, and you spent three hours on your hair and makeup for the occasion, mainly because you kept crying it off. But at the last minute you steeled yourself and carpooled with Nat to Stark Tower.
She wolf whistled as you climbed into the car, looking downright stunning herself. “I know I'm not supposed to comment, but that fossil is going to lose his fucking mind.” She chuckled, tearing off down the street.
“Lose his mind?” You snorted inelegantly. “I can barely get a ‘hello’ out of him.”
Nat looked at you sidelong, the expression sharpened by her eyeliner. “And why do you think that is, babe?”
You didn't dare comment, didn't dare think about it. You'd never get through the night if you clung to a razor thin thread of hope.
The party was in full swing when you arrived, and you came in separately from Nat to forgo any suspicion. With a glass of champagne in hand, you circled the party, trying to tune out your own thoughts so you could absorb all the conversations going on around you.
But the noise completely stopped when your eyes met Steve's across the room.
He was dressed in an immaculately tailored Navy blue suit, with a crisp white shirt and brown leather loafers. His hair was styled back from his face, his beard freshly trimmed, and he was staring at you like hunter through a scope.
“Y/n, sweetheart, come with me for a moment,” Tony appeared to your left, startling you out of your reverie. “There's someone I want you to meet.” He winked, and you flashed a toothy smile, even though you felt like screaming.
“Lead the way, Mr. Stark,” you cooed, for the benefit of anyone in earshot.
Tony led you away, but you could feel Steve's eyes burning a hole in your back, tracking you through the crowd.
“Alex, this is Lydia, the daughter of a colleague of mine. You both attended Stanford!” Tony lied through his teeth to a handsome, dark haired gentleman, and you picked it up without delay.
“Oh, of course! It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!” You gushed, sliding onto the stool beside the stranger. “Tell me, what was your favorite time of year on campus?” You brushed your fingers along his forearm, noting the model of the Rolex on his wrist, the designer of his suit.
“Fall, of course. Can't beat those colors,” Alex grinned, and you fawned like it was the most ground breaking thing you'd ever heard.
Tony left you to it, and twenty minutes later you were tucked into a booth with Alex, his arm slung over your shoulders, and his phone face up and unlocked right in front of you. Oblivious to the way you scanned every message that came through.
Alex leaned closer, his nose brushing the shell of your ear, and you had to swallow a shiver of revulsion. His hand came up to cup your cheek as you wracked you mind for a way out of this—
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Trevais, but I need to steal Lydia for a moment.” Nat appeared suddenly beside the table, looking smug, and Alex scowled.
“Right now? Really?” He argued.
“I'm afraid so.” Nat batted her lashes and Alex immediately caved.
“Fine, I'll see you later then?” He winked, alluding to the room key he slipped into your bag a few minutes prior.
“Perhaps.” You winked back, playing coy, and he grinned like a fool. “What's going on?” You hissed as Nat led you out of the party and down an dark, empty hall. "I was in the middle of something—"
“You'll see,” she whispered back, stopping at a door and doing a quick sweep before pulling it open and ushering you inside.
The door slammed shut behind you.
“Nat, what—”
The lights came on in the room, dim and golden to reveal the luxurious study you were standing in, all black leather and granite, shelves of books and expensive furniture.
But you barely registered any of that, because Steve Rogers was waiting for you by the window. Moonlight kissed his face, highlighting the flawless angles on his bone structure, and your mouth ran dry, your heart falling through the floor.
“Uh, is there a problem, Captain Rogers?” You asked, propping up the professional barrier despite the urge to launch yourself at him, the need to kiss him, or strangle him, pushing against the underside of your skin.
When he looked at up you, the air was sucked from the room. His eyes were stormy, fogged with sorrow, water collecting on his lower lashes.
“You really have turned espionage into an art form,” he chuckled, his voice thick with emotion. “Like you're having the time of your life.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“But that's not true, is it? You're as miserable as I am.”
You shook your head. “I—I’m fine.”
He huffed a laugh, pushing off the window sill. “You put on a good act, honey. But I can tell when you're performing.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, indignation flaring in your gut. “What do you want, Steve? You haven't spoken to me in months.”
He grimaced, a look of genuine pain crossing his face. “Y/n, I—”
“You disappeared for two weeks after dumping me out of the blue. You refuse to take missions within a hundred miles of me. You won't even train at the same time." You were yelling, unable to stop once you started. You'd kept it all bottled up for so long, there was no forcing it back now. "You've barely looked at me, Steve! It's like we never happened, like I made it all up in my head!”
“Because it was killing me!” He shouted back, and you flinched, tears pricking behind your eyes. You could count on one hand the amount of times Steve Rogers raised his voice, and it was never at you.
“You left me!” You yelled, your voice cracking at the edges.
“Because I had no choice! They gave me no choice.”
Your stomach dropped. “W-what?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Fury, SHIELD, they threatened to send you overseas if I didn't. To some desolate base in Russia.”
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This couldn't be real. “Steve, that doesn't make sense—”
“You really think I would leave you like that? That I would just throw away what we had? I was trying—” his voice caught in his throat. “I thought I was protecting you. But they lied to me.”
You were shaking your head, backing away. You couldn’t take any more empty words, any more bullshit—
Steve rushed toward you, catching your face in his large hands before you could turn away. “Baby, listen to me,” he said, softening. “They wanted me out of the way so you would be more likely to do whatever they wanted. When we were together, we were working less, we were happier, we cared about something that wasn't SHIELD, and they couldn't stand it.”
“But Fury—”
“Is a manipulative fuck that took advantage of your broken heart.” You gasped at his language, usually reserved for sex or intense fighting. Steve lowered himself to his knees, his hands gripping the curve of your waist and shaking you. “I need you to believe me, honey. I'm begging you. I would never have done this if I knew the truth. I'm so sorry for hurting you, and I wish I could take it back. But I can't, all I can do is tell you the truth.”
“You didn't want to leave me?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course not.” He rested his forehead on your belly, drawing a shaky breath before looking up at you again, pleading with big, blue, watery eyes. “I-I love you. And I agreed because I was terrified to lose you completely but then I—I did anyways because I'm a fucking coward.”
You wiped a tear from his cheek with your thumb, the last of your trepidation falling away. “I love you too, Stevie,” you said, and he surged upwards, slamming his mouth to yours in a ruinous, bone-melting kiss.
He parted your lips with his tongue, possessing your mouth in a display of dominance you rarely saw from him. He licked along your teeth, groaning low in his throat as you dug your nails into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He tasted like black coffee and something sweet, like he'd hit the dessert table instead of the bar, and it made your heart flip.
God, you'd missed him.
Your lungs screamed for air, an affliction super soldiers didn't contend with, and you were forced to break the kiss to breathe.
“Cameras?” You panted, craning your head back as Steve planted wet, open-mouth kisses down your jugular.
“This is Fury's personal study. No cameras,” Steve mumbled against the peak of your shoulder, his hands all over you.
You scoffed. “Of course, because he can have priv—”
“Forget about him.” Steve captured your lips again, and you nipped at his lower lip for cutting you off. He backed you against the desk, breaking the kiss to toss you up onto it.
“Forgotten,” you replied, breathless as you looked into his eyes.
“I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet, have I?” He asked, leaning back a bit to take you in, your chest heaving against the deep plunge of your dress, lips kiss-stung and eyes bright.
You shook your head, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a smirk.
“I love this color on you,” he murmured, rubbing the hem of your dress between his thumb and index finger. And your makeup—”
“Steve.” You grabbed him by the lapel and tugged him closer, bringing his face down towards yours. A flare of arousal twinged between your legs, you loved when he let you manhandle him. “I know you're trying to be a gentleman and not fuck me without some proper flirting, but it's been months. I need you.”
Steve smiled, leaning forward to lay you back on the desk. “You don't need me, honey,” he hummed, kissing down your sternum while his hands moved your dress up your legs. He looked up at you when he settled between your thighs. “You've proven that you're a force all on your own. And that's okay, you don't have to need me, as long as you want me.”
You nibbled your lower lip, processing his words. He was right, you'd proven that you could live through heartbreak, that you didn't need him to carry on. And as much as it hurt, and as much as you missed him, there was something liberating in that knowledge.
“So, do you want me?” He asked, grazing his thumb over the gusset of your panties, maddeningly light.
“Yes, I want you,” you answered, threading your fingers through his blond hair and urging him forward.
He chuckled, smiling up at you, then pulled your panties to the side with his middle finger and flattened his tongue against your slit, licking a firm stripe up your pussy. Your head fell back onto the desk when he sucked your clit between his teeth, wasting no time in his pursuit of your pleasure.
Steve, for all his propriety and politeness, loved nothing more than feasting on your pussy. He was sloppy with it, rough and self-indulgent, as if making up for the decades he went without it. He often stayed until you were overstimulated and orgasmed-out, weakly trying to push his head from between your legs while he lapped up the mess you made for him.
“Missed you so damn much,” he mumbled against your pussy, eyes fluttering closed as he drove his tongue into your entrance.
“Missed you,” you whined, your hips bucking up into his mouth as he devoured you, lashing every one of your sweet spots with expert precision.
His hands tightened on your hips while he massaged your clit with his tongue, and even that fraction of his real strength was enough to leave a dull ache. The reminder of his true strength made your head spin, your mind empty. You may not need him, but there was something thrilling about being able let go while you were with him. Trusting that he would keep you safe and you could just be.
He licked one last stripe up your pussy before pulling back, kissing his way up your body. “Baby, I need you,” he mumbled, nosing into your neck. You could feel just how badly from the ridge beneath his trousers, his hips rocking slightly into yours. “Please, can I fuck you?” He asked, unlatching his belt with a flick of his wrist, and a shiver rolled up your spine at the desperation in his voice.
“You want to fuck me?” You repeated, toying with him. You reached between your bodies and pulled out his cock, thick and long and flushed, and pumped it once, twice, smearing precum down his shaft.
He moaned, hot and breathy against your skin. “I know I hurt you, and I still have to make up for that, but I just—fuck, I need to feel you. Please, please let me make you come on my cock.”
“Just start slow,” you cooed, petting his cheek when he lifted his head in excitement. “Been awhile since I took you.” You glided his cockhead through your folds, his breath hitching when you notched it at your drooling entrance.
Gently, he eased his hips forward, sliding in one inch, then another. "Shit, honey. Have a little mercy," he panted, his muscles bulging against the fabric of his shirt, tendons in his neck flexing.
You groaned, releasing his cock to grab hold of his shoulders, nails biting into his shirt at the stretch, bright and burning.
“Gotta relax, baby. Let me in.” He gently guided you thigh up and around his waist, squeezing the fat of your haunch in reassurance. He moved a little deeper, and you both gasped when your walls clenched around him. “So goddamn tight,” he rasped, drawing his hips back a bit, assuaging some of the discomfort before easing back inside, coaxing your muscles to loosen for him.
“Fuck, Steve,” you panted when he pushed a little deeper, your eyes rolling back in your head when he grazed your g-spot.
“Almost there, doll. You can do it,” he encouraged, reaching up to hold your face. He caught your gaze, smiling a little when your eyes struggled to stay focused, lashes fluttering. “Starting to feel good?”
You nodded, pleasure spilling through you as your body accepted him inch by inch, until finally, you felt his pelvis press against yours.
“There we go,” he purred, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheek, giving you a few more seconds to adjust. “Good girl, takin’ all that cock.”
He ground into you, stifling a fractured moan against your shoulder when your pussy made an obscene squelching sound, dripping wet for him. You were on another planet, tingling head to toe as waves of pleasure crested. Every beat of your heart had you clenching around him, full to splitting, and you wanted more.
“Please, baby, need more,” you whined, trying to rock your hips against his, but he was too heavy for you to do much.
He braced his hands on either side of your head, sweeping his eyes down your body as you squirmed beneath him. He chuckled, the sound low and almost malicious. “Need more?"
He drew his hips back and delivered a punishing thrust, two, three, five, until you were all but screaming, unable to do anything but lay there and take everything he gave you.
"How's that for more?" He asked, his cock brutalizing your cervix and stretching you beyond your limits, molding your pussy to the shape of his cock. Ruining you with a fervor that made your head spin.
Your peak was rapidly approaching, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust until you were half-mad with desperation, clawing at his forearms by your head and leaving pink, raised lines across his flesh.
“Gonna come for me, baby? God, I missed this little pussy—feels so good,” he grated, bringing one of his hands down to circle to your clit, firm and deliberate. Exactly what he knew you needed. “That's my good girl. C'mon, I’m right there with you—” Another thrust and he sent you both flying over the edge, sparks exploding behind your eyes as the orgasm ravaged your body, flaying you open.
You grabbed onto his arm, desperate for something to ground you as you soared, his hips still thrusting erratically as he pumped you full of his release.
Crack!
The desk suddenly tilted beneath you and Steve whisked you up into his arms, still buried inside you. You clung to him in shock as the desk collapsed to floor, sending all of Fury's belongings scattered across the carpet.
"Are you alright?" He asked, searching your face.
You nodded, easing your grip on him.
Steve adjusted you, lifting and lowering you onto his cock, and you gasped, still sensitive from the lingering orgasm, and mildly shocked by his lack of reaction to what you'd just done.
“Steve, we—”
“We did,” he hummed, kissing along your neck as he caught his breath, lazily working you over his length to wallow in the last dregs of pleasure. “And if he has a problem, he can take it up with me.”
“I think he's going to have a problem,” you snickered, and Steve smiled.
“And I'll deal with it.” He eased himself out of you and set you on your feet, straightening your panties and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You felt like you were floating in a dream, in disbelief that you had your Steve back, that he never really was gone in the first place.
“How are you going to deal with it?” You asked after righting your dress and he had tucked himself back into his trousers.
Steve pulled you back into his arms, like even that moment of separation was more than he could bear. “Depends on how much of a problem he has,” he replied, smirking. “I told you, forget about him. I'll handle it for us.”
Us. Your knees went a little weak at the word. “Yes, Captain,” you replied rising on your toes to kiss his cheek.
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You leaned against the doorway to Steve's office, where he'd been cooped up for the last four hours since his shift ended. He was pouring over a report, resting his chin on his hand while scanning the security footage on the screen on front of him.
“Are you going to say hello or just loiter in the hall?” He asked without looking away from the footage. His tone wasn't unfriendly, but not exactly welcoming either. You knew how stressed he'd been, work piling high on his mighty shoulders, and it was starting to wear on his seemingly endless patience.
“It's nearly 11,” you said. “You haven't eaten, honey.”
He sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. “Don't have much of an appetite,” he replied. Then, sensing your frown, finally tore his eyes from the screen, beckoning you over.
You tried not to appear too eager as you bound towards him, folding yourself into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, one of his brawny hands slipping under the hem of your sleep shirt, squeezing the softness of your haunch. “I'm sure dinner was delicious, baby. Sorry I missed it.”
“S’okay.” You nestled further into him, resting your head on his broad chest, the heavy thump thump thump of his heart soothing some of your concern. He was Captain America, he would be fine missing a meal.
But you missed him. Like, really missed him.
“It'll get better soon,” he murmured, placing a mollifying kiss to your forehead. “Maybe we’ll take a vacation.”
You huffed a laugh. “A vacation? SHIELD would fall apart without you.”
“Yeah,” he heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Sure seems that way lately.”
It was meant to be a joke, but it seemed he was more stressed than you realized. So you lapsed into silence, savoring his presence and hoping your company could offer him a bit of comfort too.
His hand continued to knead your haunch and thigh, moving absently along the curves of your body, unaware of the heat his touch, his proximity, was stirring in your belly.
You pressed your lips to his neck, trailing your fingers along his chest, feeling the muscles flex and soften with his breath. He smelled divine, masculine and clean from his post-work shower, his skin deliciously warm under your lips.
You couldn't help yourself, kissing him again and again, each press more sugared than the last, working your way up to that sensitive spot by his ear. One you knew made him melt every time.
“Baby,” he said, sensing your intention before you actually made contact. “I need to concentrate.”
“So concentrate,” you replied, laving your tongue where his pulse thrummed under his jaw.
His grip tightened on your thigh, azure eyes fluttering closed. “If I don't get this done, Fury is going to make me work a triple.”
“Better get it done then,” you hummed, nipping at his earlobe.
He chuckled, shaking his head, but didn't tell you to stop—not explicitly, at least. So you persisted, kissing downward until you reached his collarbones, nursing a mark just under his neckline. It would be healed in an hour or two, but the desired effect was all the same, if the throbbing hardness pressing against your hip was any indication.
“Y/n,” he warned, voice rough around the edges. Frustrated. “Have a little mercy.”
“M’not doing anything,” you mumbled, tracing a heart on his chest with your finger.
“Of course not,” he cooed, resting his forehead against yours, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “You’re a perfect angel.”
“I just think maybe you could use a break,” you said, dragging your fingertips lower to toy with the waistband of his sweats.
“That's very considerate of you, doll.” He leaned back in his seat, hips thrusting up to center you on his lap. “But I really need to get this done.”
“Are you telling me Captain America can't multitask?” You teased, sliding your hand beneath his waistband to palm his pulsing length.
A hiss broke through his teeth, head knocking back against his chair. “You’re insatiable.”
You stroked him lightly, long, languid pulls that had his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, velveteen skin feverish to the touch.
“I've been neglecting you, haven't I?” He asked, rolling his head to look at you.
In lieu of an answer, you guided his paw from your hip to the crux of your thighs, pressing his fingers against your sodden, bare pussy.
His eyes darkened, black pupils eclipsing the cornflower blue. “What a grave oversight on my part,” he purred. In a blink, you were straddling his lap, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against your heat.
“Shit, Steve,” you gasped, clutching his shoulders, hips rocking against his on instinct.
He tightened his hold on your thighs, just enough to still you. “Ah, ah,” he clicked his tongue. “You think I'm rewarding this kind of behavior?”
Your heart skipped a beat, pussy fluttering at the dominant edge to his voice. It wasn't often Steve went full dom, but when he did…phew.
“Here's what we're going to do.” He grasped your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze. “I'm going to finish this report, and you are going to sit on this cock until I'm done.”
“But—”
“And you will not move a goddamn muscle,” he finished.
Holy shit. You were practically a puddle in his lap, helpless under the weight of his authority. Submitting like a rabbit in the maw of a wolf. “Yes, Captain,” you breathed.
He smirked, pulling you in for a brief, but lush kiss. “Lift your hips, baby.”
You obeyed while he freed himself from his sweats. His cock was an angry pink, precum beading from the slit as it throbbed in his hand.
Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, the fist of his cockhead feeling extra huge after a few days without it, the stretch bright and burning.
“So goddamn tight, doll. Droolin’ all over me,” he panted, gripping your hips to take some of your weight off your trembling thighs.
“Did you get an extra dose of serum? Fuck,” you whined. Felt like you could feel him in your fucking throat, so full you could choke on it.
When your weight fully settled into him, a pleased sort of rumble resounded from his chest. “Bite off a little more than you can chew?” He chuckled, massaging your clenched thighs to help you relax. “What happened to my cock-hungry girl?”
“She's full,” you moaned, already struggling to not grind your hips against him, loving the fullness, but craving the glide.
He laughed again, the movement of his chest giving you momentary relief. “She certainly is. Always take me so well, sweetheart,” he praised, guiding your head to his shoulder and placing a few tender kisses to your temple. “Now be good f’me, and I promise you'll get what you want,” he said, smoothing a hand down your spine.
You nodded, trying to take more regular breaths as you melted into his chest, walls slowly softening around his cock.
“Just like that, doll. Good girl,” he praised. You heard the file slide across his desk, his writing arm starting to move, and just like that, he was working again. Balls deep in your sopping pussy.
You felt yourself flutter around him at the thought of him turning the report in to Fury, knowing what had been happening while he completed it. His cock kicked in response to your internal movements, and you muffled a moan into his neck.
“Shh,” he soothed, free hand coming up to pet your hair.
Minutes ticked by, five, ten, twenty, your mind struggling to think of anything but Steve's length digging into your guts, the steady thump of his heart, the balmy warmth of his skin. Steve seemed entirely unaffected, despite his cock not flagging even an ounce, scribbling away on his stupid little report.
Damn serum.
Your clit was mashed against his pelvic bone, the tiniest movement from either of you would send you reeling, growing more sensitive as time ticked by.
Trying to be sneaky, you took an extra deep breath, hips moving the tiniest bit. But it felt like a bolt of lightening through your lower belly, and your stifled gasp of pleasure gave you away.
Steve jerked his hips up, hitting so deep it bordered on painful, and you yelped, thighs clenching around him. “I know. I know it's hard, baby,” he cooed, the saccharine edge of his voice bordering on mocking. “But you can take it.”
“How much longer?” you whimpered, fists curling in his shirt.
He shuffled some papers. “Five pages.”
You groaned, and he surged inside of you again.
“Can feel that, you know,” he chided. “When you speak, breathe. Every time your heart beats. Every little twitch and flutter—” His words caused your walls to clench around him, and he made a strangled grunt in his throat.
Perhaps he wasn't as unaffected as he let on.
“I knew you liked when I talked to you, but fuck—feeling just how much is driving me crazy,” he huffed. Buried his face in your shoulder to nip at your pulse. “You drive me crazy.”
“Steve, I can't—” you whimpered, shaking with the effort of keeping still.
His thighs flexed beneath you, muscles coiling tight like he was battling the same urges. “God, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, big hands gripping your ass. Report abandoned.
Just another little nudge—”Stevie, please.”
Oh, you sounded so pitiful. All broken and shrill, fucked out before he'd even started.
And he folded.
“Fuck it—I’ll skip my run in the morning.” He dragged your body forward, grinding you on his cock like a toy, and you keened, the relief exhilarating, bone-meltingly sweet. “Always get your goddamn way, huh? Spoiled brat—” He tossed you up onto the desk like you weighed nothing at all, caging you under his Herculean body as he pounded into you. “Got me wrapped around your little finger.”
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes!” You chanted, clinging to him as your orgasm hit you like a train, blasting through you without warning and sending you into orbit. Stars bursting like fireworks behind your eyes as you soared.
“That's it, sweetheart. So good f’me—feels so—fuck!” He tipped over the edge with you, pumping you so full it ached. “Satisfied now, doll?” He huffed when he came down, head dropping into the crook of your neck.
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Summary: You eat a weed gummy (or three) and are on cloud nine when your boss comes to check on you.
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Being a PA to Lloyd Hansen often meant jet-setting across the globe but Amsterdam was the one place you never expected to be heading to for a flying visit. Especially when the meeting itself could be done over Teams.
The hotel you had booked was lavish; nothing but the best for Mr Hansen, as always. You were too jet lagged the first night together do any exploring despite Mr Hansen's insistence.
"You're no fun, Sweets." He had sighed at you.
"I'm sorry Mr Hansen. It's just been a busy day."
He rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "Suit yourself. I'll bring you back a souvenir."
"Thank you, Mr Hansen."
Your hotel room was adjacent to Mr Hansen's but no less extravagant. A double bed with sheets neatly tucked beneath the mattress, plush carpet and a large bathroom with a tub.
Sighing, you collapse onto the bed. Your boss was a hard-ass. You were worked like a dog with very little praise or acknowledgement for your hard work; running around arranging meetings, booking hotels, dealing with pissy clients. Although, you weren’t sure if praise and gratitude were in Mr Hansen's vocabulary.
You need a vacation. Or a cocktail.
Or three.
You roll onto your back and stare at the cieling. There was something that kept you around, other than the pay, and that was despite his demands and seemingly heartless demeanour Lloyd Hansen was a very good boss. Paid sick leave, paid vacation time, even maternity leave was discussed when you were negotiating your contract. You were taken care of, even if it meant dealing with the man himself.
Your eyes flutter closed, images of Lloyd's sneer creeping in. When he did thank you, it made your chest fill with pride and your legs squeeze tight. You heave a breath. You'd be stupid to deny that your boss wasn't hot but you felt incredibly stupid that, deep down, you loved being his little PA.
Feeling a little more relaxed, you sink into the pillows and fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning, you're rudely awoken to Lloyd entering your room and throwing the curtains open.
You couldn't remember falling asleep and you woke up groggy in the same clothes as the night before.
"Rise and shine, cupcake." Lloyd lilts before frowning at your clothes. "Why the hell are you wearing those?"
"Sorry sir, I fell asleep." You say, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes. You reach for your phone, reading the time as just past seven-thirty a.m. and frown. The meeting wasn't until ten thirty.
Across the street.
You look at Lloyd, struggling to keep your expression neutral. "Mr Hansen, it's seven thirty."
"I know what time it is." He snarks, folding his arms across his chest, towering over your bed. "I wanted us to get some breakfast together downstairs and for you to brief me. Seems like waking you up early was the right choice."
He raises an eyebrow at you and you flush under his gaze with embarassment. Of course he'd want a briefing. How silly of you.
"I'll shower and change and meet you downstairs, sir." You nod, swining your legs over the edge of the bed. "Sorry."
"Pfft." Lloyd waves a hand. "Twenty minutes, sunshine."
Without so much as a goodbye, he stalks out your room and closes the door with a thud. You sigh getting to your feet and stretch, making a stumbled approach to your bathroom.
You definitely need a vacation.
You're actively glaring at Mr Hansen as he grins at you over his coffee.
"What's with the look, Sweets?"
"What look, Mr Hansen?" You respond coolly, picking apart your croissant. Lloyd snorts but doesn't respond. Your briefing had taken half an hour, your notes neatly scribbled and highlighted in a manila folder that sat in front of Lloyd.
You place a piece of the flaky pastry in your mouth, savouring the buttery notes that danced along your tongue. You're not sure why he's intent on tormenting you today but you can feel his eyes on you as you chew and you have to suppress the shiver that threatens to crawl up your spine.
"When was your last vacation, Sweets?" Lloyd asks suddenly. Your brows shoot up as you look up at him, utterly taken aback.
"Um, about six months ago sir."
"After this meeting I want you to take a few days to relax." He takes a sip of his coffee. "Scratch that, start now."
You gape at him. Not only had you been woken up at seven-thirty, he was now forcing you to go on vacation? You'd heard his short temper had others fired on the spot but surely, after working so hard for so long he wouldn't do that to you?
"But sir-"
Lloyd hold up a hand and your mouth clamps shut.
"I can take notes in the meeting if I need to. You've been slacking the last few days. I need you in tip-top shape if you're my PA." He flashes you a smile and you don't know if it's genuine or if he's trying to play mind games. "Can't have you bumbling around and tired. I need you looking fine and ready for anything."
Your jaw sets. You know better than to argue but you know he's not wrong. Lloyd chuckles, setting his cup down.
"Aw, don't be like that cupcake." He coos teasingly. "I know you want me around twenty-four-seven but this is in your best interest. And mine."
When Lloyd catches your look of discontentment, he rolls his eyes with a sigh. "If you want to work that badly my laptop is in my room and you can sort through emails and meetings or whatever else it is you do to make my life easier. The souvenir I got for you is there."
Lloyd's room is a mirror of yours the only difference is that it's slightly bigger to accommodate the king-size he always preferred to have booked for him. There are what look like gummy worms on the bedside table. They must be your souvenir. Your boss certainly had a sweet tooth but gummy worms? You pick up the box and inspect the seal - broken. He must have broken into them last night. You roll your eyes.
So much for your gift.
You'd have preferred a magnet.
Still you pop a gummy worm into your mouth and settle against the headboard and open up the laptop.
"Ooh." You nod as you chew. "Spared no expense, Mr Hansen."
The gummies are delicious and after the first one, you're already munching on a second. All is well for about twenty minutes as you place your third gummy into your mouth, your head feeling heavier than usual. You shake it off. It has to be jet lag.
Another twenty minutes go by and your cheeks feel funny, the words on your email are melting and you slam the laptop lid shut. Your mind doesn't even race, it takes a leisurely jog to try piece together what has happened.
You need to lie down. You crawl to the end of the bed, sprawled flat, head spinning. You feel motion sick, you're on a rollercoaster you can't get off. You don't know how long your there for, or if you fall asleep but when you hear the clock of the door you turn on your back, greeted by your boss' smiling face. Your heart jumps erratically.
"Mr Hansen!" You say a little too excitedly, trying to sit up, swaying violently as he approaches before collapsing back onto the mattress. He kneels at the edge of the bed, his face close to yours.
"Hi." You grin at him and giggle. Was he always this handsome or had you just zoned it out because you worked for him?
"Hi." He grins back, spotting the opened box of gummies next to the discarded laptop. "Honey, how many gummies have you had?"
The nickname, the sweetest he's ever called you, makes your body light up with heat.
"I dunno." You say slowly, your tongue feels too thick in your mouth. "Like three. I think?"
You blink, eyes heavy and glassy. "Why?"
"They have hash in them sweetie." Lloyd says, brushing wisps of hair from your face. "You're high as a fucking kite."
"Hehe hash..... hash 'stache," you giggle prodding at Lloyd’s cheeks. You can feel your breathing grow heavier as you knead his cheeks with your thumbs, his lips twitching into a vicious sneer, but your expression softens.
"You're so handsome." You murmur dreamily to him. "Even for a hard-ass."
"Oh? I'm a hard-ass?" He hums thoughtfully, leaning closer. "Even on you?"
"Yeah." You add dreamily, sighing heavily. Your brain is all gooey grey mush, filled with images of Lloyd's face; a smile, a sneer, a smirk. Every single one made you more light headed than the last. "But you're still a good boss."
You slip further off the bed, your head against curve of the mattress grinning up at Lloyd, eyes puffy and half-lidded.
Lloyd sighs a long breath and moves some of your hair out of your face, looking at you curiously as you shiver under his touch.
"Good bosses don't think about shoving their cock down their PA's throat or bending them over their desk."
"Oh." It's a quiet sound but you know Lloyd's heard it from the smug grin that creeps along his face. You can feel goosebumps rise along your skin, your nipples pebbling against the lace of your bra. You can feel horniness begin to stir but you don't mind it, in fact, you welcome it.
"Why have you never asked before?"
Lloyd exhales and looks away from you grinning like a mad man. He can't believe his ears. "Because, sweetcheeks, I don't want to get sued for sexual harassment."
"Oh yeah." You say slowly, realising what you'd just said. "That'd be bad PR."
"Very bad PR." Lloyd repeats, looking back down at you. "Even if you look absolutely fuckable right now."
"Sir," you breathe out in a whine and Lloyd's brows furrow as his eyes close, trying to focus.
"Jesus Christ, shut up. Let's get you sat up and get you some water." He stands but you make no effort to move, too busy taking in the sight before you. You always wondered why Lloyd wore such tight slacks. Not that you minded much because his ass looked absolutely delectable in them. But now as he stands above you, you realise there's another bonus to them being so tight.
The outline of Lloyd's cock is clearly visible against his slacks. He was so hard already, you almost commended your boss for managing to keep that monster in his pants. If your mouth wasn't so dry, you'd probably be salivating right about now.
However, your brain being the pile of goo it was at the moment in time, did decide to speak it's thoughts out loud.
"Mr Hansen," You shift your legs on the sheets to ease the ache in-between them. "Your cock is huge."
Lloyd groans, running a hand down his face. You can see his cock twitch and strain at your words and your cunt throbs knowing he wants to fuck you so badly right now. And it's kinda turning you on that for once he's being a gentleman.
"You're such a whore." He sighs wistfully as you open your mouth to him tantalisingly. "You want me that badly?"
"Mayyyybe." You say with faux-coyness, erupting into more giggles before stretching with a cute sigh. "Your cock just looks delicious in those slacks."
"Want a taste, huh Sweets?" Lloyd presses, grinning smugly when you nod. "Well, who am I to deny my favourite employee? Especially when she's on vacation."
Your eyes are glued to his crotch as he undoes his belt, unbuttoning his slacks slowly to tease you. Your breathing is almost silent - completely focused on the show Lloyd is putting on for you and Lloyd absolutely fucking loves it.
When his cock springs free of his boxers you audibly gasp with excitement, your legs moving against the covers. You watch with a pout as Lloyd pumps his cock in front of you just for good measure before tapping it gently against your lips, smearing pre-cum over them. He only means to tease but when he pulls back to see the look on your face he groans loudly, as you diligently run your tongue along your lips and stick it out for him.
"Fuck, you want more?" Lloyd runs his cock over the length of your tongue, smirking when you press kisses along his hot shaft in response to his question.
"Please sir." You murmur in a hushed tone, licking stripes up and down his cock. It feels so wrong and so right all at once. "Wanna taste you all the way down my throat."
Lloyd curses but obliges your request, slowly pushing into your mouth, relishing the way your throat convulses around his thick cock. When he hears a choked noise he halts, thinking you've reached your limit.
"Aw, poor little slut," He coos, pulling back just a little. "Can't fit this big cock into your mouth, huh? What a shame. You'll just have to- ah!"
Lloyd's hands brace against either side of your hips on the bed as your nails dig into the flesh of his ass and pull him further down your throat.
"Shit!" He curses, bemused by your eager show as you grope at him, humming around his cock with delight. He's buried to the brim in your throat and your nose nudges at his sac when you bob your head slightly to suck and Lloyd, for once, has no quip to offer you; fully indulging you in letting you service him.
You're surrounded by Lloyd's scent; musky amber mixed with whatever expensive lotion he decided to bring with him and he tastes just as good. You hollow your cheeks as Lloyd's hips begin to move and his chuckle is breathless.
"Oh fuck. You want me to fuck this pretty throat of yours, huh baby?"
You hum excitedly, clawing at the flesh of his ass and urging him to fuck your throat faster. It's suffocating and sexy all at once; hearing Lloyd's moans, the lip-smacking noises and breathless gasps for air as his cock bruises and fills your throat, feeling your spit get smeared across your mouth and cheeks thanks to Lloyd's balls smacking against your lips.
You can feel your skirt hiking over your hips and your clit pulses with arousal as Lloyd peels your soaked thong away from your heated flesh. You make a garbled squeak when you feel Lloyd's fingers spread your silken folds to the cool room air, letting your boss bully his cock further down your throat. You can feel tears forming as you gag around his cock, but force yourself to breathe slowly through your nose.
"All for me? You shouldn't have, Sweets." He taunts, running his fingers down to your dripping hole and back to your clit again. "You are soaked."
Your moan vibrates around his cock when you can feel Lloyd’s spit land on your clit, choking on his cock as he smears your cunt with it, dipping his fingers into your tight hole and working you furiously. Your legs writhe and you try to focus on keep your cheeks hollowed, letting Lloyd's cock slam into your mouth as he lavishes your pussy with toe-curling attention.
"That's a good girl, keep those legs open when you choke on my cock." Lloyd coos, second hand moving over your clit to rub the bundle of nerves raw. Your scream is muffled by Lloyd's thick cock when you soak the sheets beneath you with cum, legs still writhing limply as your body shudders.
Lloyd pulls his aching cock from your mouth, glistening with your spit, and hearing your pants as your body settles after your orgasm. You lamely make an attempt to shuffle back to swallow his cock again, unabashedly cock-drunk, but end up slipping further off the the bed; balanced awkwardly on your shoulders as your legs dangle limply downwards, too heavy to keep up. You start to giggle and catch Lloyd's lips twitch into a smirk, towering over your body with a twitching cock.
"Don't think we're done yet sweetcheeks," Lloyd huffs, taking off his shirt. "I've not cum yet."
You squeak as you're spun on your shoulders with your back to Lloyd, your legs held apart as Lloyd buries his cock into your still-pulsing pussy, making you both moan loudly.
"Tight little cunt," Lloyd grits out, straightening his knees so just the tip of his cock twitches against your walls. "Perfect fit."
He doesn't wait to slam back into you, fucking you into the hotel carpet as he holds you up by your legs. You whine, gripping at the carpet, Lloyd's cock splitting you open in the most debauched and delicious way.
"You stupid little cocksleeve," Lloyd taunts, thumbing your clit as his cock pounds into you. "You should know better than to eat things that don't belong to you."
"I'm sorry sir!" You wail, gasping for air as electricity pulses through every nerve. "I thought they were mine."
"Well, you thought wrong." Lloyd retorts. "The fuck would I get those for you? Don't you think I know you by now?"
"Yes! Yes I - ooohh fuck." You cut yourself off loudly when his cock hits just the right spot that has you seeing white splotches across your vision. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him down into your tight channel as your clit throbs from Lloyd's consistent attention. You barely have time to collect your thoughts before warning him of what was about to happen.
"Please Mr Hansen," you half sob. "I'm going to cum."
He removes his cock just before you squirt, furiously rubbing your clit with his fingers to make your legs shake as you soak your thighs, your own cum dripping down onto your torso. Your moans of ecstasy quickly turn into pitiful yelps as Lloyd smacks your overworked clit, weak apologies tumbling from your lips. You should feel embarassed but your head feels stuffed full of clouds and the only thing on your mind is having your boss fuck you stupid; all inhibitions, morals and worries are long forgotten.
"Fuck me." He huffs as the head of his cock dips into your soaked cunt again."You're my very own self-lubricating fleshlight honey. Feels so good having you wrapped around my cock like this."
You only moan in response. Your thighs strain from their own weight but you feel like you're on cloud nine; fucked out and strung out whilst Lloyd uses your pussy. You whimper thinking you may squirt a third time. His cock is relentless and so deep, especially with his palms pressing on the backs of your thighs to keep you wide open.
"I could just start fucking this sweet ass right now and you'd thank me for it." Lloyd jeers, squeezing at your thighs hard to hear you cry out.
The fullness of his cock stretching you out disappears entirely but before you can pout and beg for him to keep going, you see spit from his lips careen to your asshole and you jerk with a yelp at the sensation.
"Shall we see if you do?" Lloyd murmurs, running the tip of his cock downward through his fresh spit against your puckered hole.
There's a feeble, half hearted attempt to call for him to stop but the moment his fat cockhead breaches that tight hole you're moaning louder than before.
"Ohh," comes Lloyd's breathy response as he pushes down further, slowly intruding on your other tight hole. "Your ass is just welcoming me in!"
The stretch isn't as painful as you'd expected. Being so relaxed from the gummies and two orgasms later you're pretty much primed and ready to be stuffed. And Lloyd is more than happy to fulfil that promise.
Through your dazed expression you can see that signature smirk of his. "You like this don't you? You like me using every hole?"
You pant, trying to think of words. Evidently, you take too long, and Lloyd smacks at your cunt making you scream and jerk against him.
"Answer me, Sweets." Lloyd demands, starting to move his hips as your ass accommodates his cock.
"Yessir!" You hiccup out, earning you a beaming, proud smile from Lloyd.
"Good girl," he purrs fucking into your ass in a steady rhythm. "Now, say thank you."
"Thank you sir!" You squeal as his thumb circles your clit again and again and again. You can feel Lloyd’s sinful gaze on your cunt as it squeezes and gapes around nothing, his thick cock busy ruining yet another hole. You can feel the wetness of his hand toying with your pussy, strumming your clit lazily. You can't take the pressure, or pleasure, of his cock any longer both holes contracting tight as you cum with a mewl.
"That's it." Lloyd praises, pushing your thighs so you're almost bent double, tips of your toes behind your head. "Don't think, Sweets. Keep cumming."
Your body is wrecked, you're seeing everything in a haze of overstimulated tears, smiling a big, dumb pleasure-riddled smile back up at Lloyd. There's a curse and he pulls out of you quickly, pumping his cock a few more times before painting your pussy and clothes in thick, sticky ropes of cum.
You're both huffing trying to catch your breath and you let your legs fall, half curling under you. Lloyd gives you a devilish smirk and steps over you stepping into the bathroom. You're still sprawled on the floor when you hear the door open again, your head still spinning. All of your muscles ache from being stretched to their limit, thankfully dulled by the edibles you'd mistakenly eaten.
"Now that's a sight," Lloyd purrs, stepping out of the bathroom. Even without looking in a mirror you'd have to agree; lying on a hotel room carpet, your clothes creased and covered in cum.
Lloyd offers you a hand and pulls you up to your feet, chuckling when you flop into him. Your muscles strain and you wobble, earning you another grin.
"Aw sweetheart, fucked so good you can't walk straight? Come on." He urges you to the bathroom where you can now hear the distinctive sound of running water.
You strip as Lloyd checks the temperature before helping you step in, helping to keep you upright while you clean up, even going so far as to let you use his expensive body wash. He cleans up after you, an arm around your waist so you don't slip or fall. You help brush his hair out of his face when it gets drenched in the shower and you catch a glimpse of what might be a real smile.
"Thank you, Mr Hansen." You whisper sincerely into the shower stream between you, breathing in the scent of his soap.
"I think you have earned the right to call me Lloyd off-shift, honey." He says softly, shooting you a small smirk.
You smile a little and take a brave, yet still wobbly, step out of the shower and dry yourself with a soft towel. Lloyd quickly follows suit but smacks your ruined clothes from your hands when you attempt to re-dress.
"What are you doing?"
"Sir, I-"
"Lloyd," he corrects sharply before shooting you a quizzical look. "You're not gonna leave me high and dry after letting me fuck you like that, are you?"
"Um..." your eyes are wide as you stare back at him. He couldn't be serious. But this was Lloyd. Your boss. "No?"
"Good answer." Lloyd says, tugging you from the bathroom, and pushing you towards the bed. You clamber into it, getting comfy under the sheets and ignoring the slight damp patch you left earlier. Before you can say anything else Lloyd tosses a water bottle from the mini fridge at you, moving to join you with a bottle of his own.
"Just doing my due diligence, cupcake." He smiles down at you. No shark's grin, no mocking smirk; a real smile that makes your stomach swoop. "You're a good employee and I want to keep you around."
"Just as an employee?" You scoff half expecting him to agree. Whatever had happened between you had most definitely blurred the lines between boss and employee... but Lloyd didn't seem to care so why should you?
Lloyd hums thoughtfully. "We'll see. If you keep letting me fuck you stupid, I'd be inclined to update our arrangement."
You nod, cheeks growing warm at the thought, something Lloyd doesn't miss and without missing a beat, drapes an arm over your shoulders and tugs you closer into his side.
"And if that's the case, you deserve some room service. My treat."
End
A/N: And yes, Lloyd got you a magnet. Vote for who's next here
Summary: Steve's been bossy all week, pushing you just a little too far- so you decide to push back. But teasing him quickly turns into something much more when he decides to remind you exactly who's in charge.
Word Count: 2.7K (I know I said they’d all be under 2k but this one.. well happened)
Steve had been bossy all week- giving orders, correcting your form, acting like Captain America even in your most casual moments. But what really did it?
That morning at the gym.
"That’s too much, sweetheart. Can’t have my little lady hurting herself."
In front of everyone.
The way Sam smirked, the way Natasha gave you that pointed look, it burned hot in your chest. It was fine when Steve called you 'little lady' behind closed doors. After all, compared to him, you were. But in front of the others? No. No, no, no.
Now? You were going to teach him a lesson.
Steve was stretched out beneath you, broad back pressed against the headboard, hands resting at his sides, his body relaxed- for now. His big blue eyes flicked over your body as you settled in his lap, confidence rolling off him in waves. He thought this was going to be easy. He thought he knew how this would go. That you’d sink down onto him, take him nice and deep, let him roll you onto your back and fuck you into the mattress like he always did.
Oh, he had no idea.
You straddled him, your knees framing his thighs, feeling the heat of him pressing against your slick folds. His cock twitched as you rubbed yourself over him, dragging your wetness along his length, getting him nice and messy. Steve groaned, the sound deep and satisfied, his hands lifting from the sheets to grip your waist.
"That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?"
You hummed in agreement, letting your lips brush along his jaw as you shifted, rolling your hips until his thick tip caught at your entrance.
"Oh, baby," you cooed, letting just the head push in, stretching you just enough to make your breath hitch. *"*You got her so soaked for you…"
Steve let out a deep groan, gripping your hips tighter, ready to guide you down onto him, but you pressed a firm hand to his chest, pushing him back into the pillows. Not yet.
You rocked against him, teasing, letting his tip slide in and out, feeling the way your body clenched down, desperate for more- but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Not when you had a point to make. His eyes stayed locked on yours, expectant, patient. He still thought he was getting what he wanted. What you both craved.
You smirked, dragging your nails across his shoulders, watching the muscles in his chest tense beneath your touch. You let yourself sink down just enough to make him groan, your walls fluttering around his thick tip before you clenched intentionally, making him feel just how tightly you could hold him. Then, you lifted again, leaving him achingly empty.
"Oh no," you pouted dramatically, cocking your head in faux innocence. "I don’t think I can take all of you, Stevie… I mean, I am just such a 'little lady', right? Guess we’ll have to stay like this."
His growl was deep, low, frustrated, his hands twitching on the bedspread, itching to grab your hips and force you down onto him the way you both knew you could take it. His fingers flexed, chest heaving, his self-control hanging by a thread.
"Honey, please…" he groaned, sweat beading at his temples, his blue eyes dark with tension and something deeper- need, desperation, an ache that throbbed as you hovered above him, keeping him right on the edge without letting him have anything. “I said I was sorry. It was just a slip-up..”
You tsked, pressing a finger to his lips, enjoying the way his jaw clenched at the interruption. He had apologized over lunch, once he realized you’d been upset about the ‘little’ comment. Earnest and sweet, telling you he hadn’t meant to embarrass you, that it had just slipped out. But that didn’t mean he was getting off easy.
"Uh-uh. I don’t wanna argue with a big, strong man like you, Stevie..”
His nostrils flared as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping the sheets instead of you. You watched the war play out on his face, the tension in his shoulders, the controlled restraint in the way he stayed still even as his body begged him to move. Muscles coiled tight, every inch of him on the brink of breaking. His cock pulsed against your entrance, leaking against your folds, desperate for more, for everything.
"You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself," you murmured, shifting just enough to make him gasp, feeling how desperately he wanted more. “Not after you made such a point of making sure I was careful today."
He let out a slow, controlled sigh through his nose, but you could see it- the tight clench of his jaw, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, betraying just how much he was struggling. His hands trembled at his sides, fingers twitching, his veins standing out along his forearms as he gripped the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from breaking completely. He was barely holding on.
"Sweetheart, if you don’t sit that pretty li- ass down- "
Your smirk widened, but before you could tease him again.
"No can do, Captain."
You slid back up, slow and deliberate, grinding yourself along his length, letting his cock drag against your slick folds, smearing your arousal over him, making sure he felt every aching second of how much he'd worked you up. His cock twitched beneath you, straining for more, and you smirked, dragging yourself along his length again, never giving him what he really wanted. Just enough friction to drive him insane.
Steve groaned, head tipping back against the headboard, his fingers twitching in the sheets as he fought not to grab you. His restraint made it even better, watching him hold on when every muscle in his body was screaming for him to take control. You could feel the way he was pulsing, heavy and hot beneath you, his slick length gliding against your folds, teasing your clit with every slow movement.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" you murmured, rolling your hips again, dragging your heat along him. "Feeling how wet you got me... knowing you can't have me yet?"
Steve let out a sharp breath, his knuckles white against the sheets, his jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was physically forcing himself to stay still. You could feel it in the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, in the way his thighs flexed under yours, in the way his cock twitched, hot and slick, as you coated him in your arousal.
You pressed a soft kiss to his jawline, your lips barely grazing his skin as you whispered, "Mmm... poor thing."
His restraint wavered. One hand lifted, hesitated in the air for just a second, before he gave in. His large, calloused palm landed on your hip, not gripping, not forcing- just guiding as he tried to coax you down onto him.
"Please, sweetheart," he ground out, voice thick with need. "Enough. Okay?"
You could hear it, the desperate edge creeping into his tone, the breaking point hovering just out of reach. His fingers tightened, his hips shifting up just slightly, just enough to feel you without taking what he wanted.
"I'm trying to be a gentleman here," he bit out, his control fraying, breath shuddering as he dragged you along his length, spreading your slick over every aching inch of him.
But you didn't relent. You kept your movements excruciatingly slow, letting yourself sink down just a little more before pulling back up, keeping him teetering on the edge without ever giving in. His breath hitched, his grip tightening, and you could feel the tension in his body- the push and pull between holding back and snapping.
"You feel that, Stevie?" you whispered, trying to keep control, but your voice wavered as your body clenched around his tip. "That's all you. You got me this wet, got me dripping all over you... and you’re not even inside me."
His cock throbbed beneath you, thick and aching, his self-control hanging by a thread. His chest heaved, his blue eyes dark and hooded with lust. But even through the haze of desperation, his lips curled into a smirk of his own now.
"You're such a little brat," he murmured, voice low and rough. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart. And you know it."
Then, with a frustrated noise, Steve let go of your hip entirely. His hands retreated up to his head, fingers threading into his own hair, nails scratching against his scalp as he exhaled sharply. His biceps flexed, elbows splaying out against the headboard as he forced himself to stay put, his entire body taut with restraint.
"Jesus Christ, you're killing me," he groaned, head tipping back, exposing the tight line of his throat. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Now can we please move past this?"
You let out a soft hum, trailing your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch. Then, with a wicked little smirk, you leaned in, lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "How do I know you're sorry?"
His breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists against the headboard before he forced them open, palms flattening as he exhaled a shaky breath. Steve’s smile changed- slow, knowing, cocky. You knew that look. That was the smile of a man who had just found a loophole. His whole body seemed to relax, the frustration rolling off him in waves as if he had finally figured out exactly how to turn the tables. The tension in his shoulders melted, replaced by something far more dangerous- certainty.
"If you won’t forgive me," he murmured, voice thick with heat and amusement, "I bet she will."
Before you could even process what he meant, his hands were on you. Not forcing, not demanding- authoritative. He collected your wrists, guiding them behind your back, holding them in one strong hand as he leaned in, lips pressing hot and firm against your throat.
The tip of his cock still sat right there, lodged just at your entrance, teasing, pulsing, waiting for you to finally give in. His breath fanned over your skin as he kissed along your neck, his free hand skimming down your side, teasing the curve of your waist, making you shiver under his touch.
Steve’s smirk deepened, his grip steady but teasing as he leaned in closer. "Bet I can think of all sorts of things to make her forgive me..."
His hand slid between your bodies, wrapping around himself as he pulled back, his thick, weeping tip slipping from your entrance only to drag slow and deliberate against your swollen clit. The slick pressure sent a shudder through you, heat curling low in your stomach as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal some more, making sure you felt every aching second of it.
"You're not just being mean to me, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing along the side of your neck, his voice warm and indulgent, like he was enjoying this just as much as he would finally being inside you. "You're being mean by spoiling her fun, too."
Steve suddenly went quiet, his voice dropping into something lower, smoother- dangerous in its calm.
"Now," he murmured, his hand leaving the space between you to brush your hair back over your shoulder, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he leaned in closer, lips ghosting over your ear. "Be my best girl and accept my apology."
His other hand slid down to your shoulder, his grip steady but unrelenting as he slowly pushed you down onto him, guiding you inch by inch, the silent command to take all of him.
Steve let out a deep groan, the tension that had coiled inside him finally snapping as he held you there, his fingers flexing against your skin. "That's it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "And you said I wouldn’t fit."
The brat in you had been smoothed away, replaced with something softer, something pliant as more of him pushed deeper, your body yeilding. He could feel it in the way your body trembled around him, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your forehead dripping to his chest as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. He felt deep like this- so deep it knocked the air from your lungs, making you struggle to do anything but take it.
He exhaled slowly, savoring the way you clenched around him, the way your thighs trembled as you sank fully onto his lap. His hand letting go of your wrists to smoothed up your back, grounding, firm, but there was no teasing left in his voice now. Just something warm, possessive.
"That's better, isn't it, honey?" he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he settled you deeper, like you hadn’t already taken all of him. "All full up. Just how we both like it."
One of his hands drifted back to your hips, fingers tightening, holding you there, keeping you seated on him even as your body twitched, adjusting to the sheer size of him. His grip flexed, steady, as he rocked his hips ever so slightly, just enough to remind you of exactly how deep he was buried inside you.
"Can you feel how sorry I am?" he murmured, his voice smooth, controlled, sinking into you like warmth spreading through your bones.
Then, he started to move you.
His hands guided you, tilting your hips, shifting you ever so slightly as the sensation overwhelmed you- lifting you just enough before sinking you back down, stretching you all over again. The feeling was intoxicating, unbearable in its depth, in the way he filled you so completely.
Then, he took more.
His grip tightened, fingers flexing against your hips, holding you exactly where he wanted as he rolled his hips upward, thrusting slow and deep, driving himself further inside you. The shift sent a shockwave through you, your breath catching, hands gripping onto his shoulders, but he didn’t let up.
"See, honey," he breathed against your ear, each thrust deliberate, sending pleasure curling up your spine, "I take real good care of my girl. Even when she’s being a handful."
"Yes, Captain," you whimpered, your voice breaking as Steve made you take everything he gave.. The pressure built, every movement teasing a spot so deep it left you gasping, helpless against the sensation. Your hands pressed to his chest, fighting against the pleasure threatening to consume you too fast. Steve hummed in satisfaction, feeling you melt into him, the last shreds of your resistance fading away.
"Now, that’s my best girl," he whispered, his lips brushing over your jaw. "So sweet for me now, aren't you? Such a perfect girl. You forgive me yet?" His grip on your hips tightened, slowing his movements until they were nothing more than a deep, teasing grind. "I can't let you come unless you forgive me."
A low whimper slipped from your lips, your nails pressing harder into his chest as your body clenched around him involuntarily.
"I forgive you," you gasped, voice breathless, desperate, finally giving in.
Steve groaned, the sound low and satisfied, like he'd been waiting for it. "Atta' girl."
His grip on your hips tightened as he took over completely, guiding you up and down in a steady, relentless rhythm, pulling you onto him in deep, fluid strokes. Each movement sent pleasure coiling tighter, your body surrendering fully to his control.
“I- oh god, Steve- ”
His pace quickened, your breathy moans breaking apart as he drove into you, keeping you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t do anything but take it, your body trembling in his grasp as he worked you over that edge.
"That's it, honey. Fuck yes that's it."
The tension snapped, pleasure ripping through you like a live wire, raw and uncontrollable. Your walls clamped tight around him, pulling him with you. Steve groaned, thrusting up hard, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you in thick, hot waves.
His breathing was heavy, his forehead dropping against yours as the aftershocks rolled through you both, your bodies tangled together, spent and satisfied.
Steve let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, pressing a lazy kiss against your lips. "Now that- that was an apology, sweetheart."
Steve Rogers who has only had a couple kisses and one hookup ever since the 1940's.
Steve Rogers who finds himself absolutely head over heels for Reader and have been dating for a couple months
Steve Rogers who tells you that he hasn't had many relationships or anything sexual for a while.
Reader giving Steve the sloppiest head ever and make him whimpering and whining beneath you as he begged you to slow down so he could savour the moment more and not cum instantly from your tongue.
Steve Rogers who eats you out like a starved man, trying to gauge your reactions to everything that he was doing because all he wants to do is make you feel good.
Steve Rogers who's sloped nose occasionally bumps your clit every so often as his tongue laps at your hole like its the last meal he'd have for a while.
18+ CW’s below the cut(fingering, slightly pussy drunk Steve, oral with female receiving, riding Steve’s face, his beard leaving behind marks for days to come).
“Steve,” his name was a choked breath on my lips as I reached for this hair, desperate to pull him closer.
His fingers worked ruthlessly inside of me, spreading me wide. Preparing me for his cock that I knew was leaking at the tip.
Those bright eyes filled with lust snapped up towards me from between my legs and I moaned at the sinful sight. Steve’s mouth sucked and licked at my clit, never once stopping his fingers inside of me.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking devine, doll. I can’t get enough of it. My favorite fucking drug,” he breathed over my swollen clit after he pulled away slightly.
My arousal mixed with his saliva coated his beard and I nearly reached for him to lick it clean.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please. I’m so close.”
Steve ignored my pleas, instead rubbed his beard on the inside of my thigh to the skin that was already red and irritated.
“Too much,” my eyes fluttered shut while gently pushing him away now.
“You were begging to sit on my beard. On your knees begging. Now you want me to stop?” Steve chuckled darkly before diving back into my cunt.
He was ruthless now with his tongue, teeth, and fingers. Anything he could do to bring me closer to yet another orgasm. He already pulled two from me just from devouring my cunt.
The cold marble of the kitchen counter was a pleasure against my heated skin. Earlier when Steve saw me prancing around the Avengers Compound in a yellow sundress, he dragged me onto the kitchen counter so he could have a taste. Needless to say he was surprised to see I hadn’t been wearing any panties.
“You little minx,” he growled.
I shrugged. “I wanted it to be easily accessible for you.”
“Oh fuck!” I cried out when my orgasm exploded through me, my back arching off the counter.
Steve’s free hand slapped over my mouth, seizing my cries of pleasure, and then his face was looming over mine. I could smell my cum dripping from his beard and it made my cunt vibrate.
“Gotta be quite my pretty doll. Can’t have the others hear how angelic you sound falling apart on my cock.”
My apologies were muffled by his hand which only made him smirk, it was crooked and evil.
“Open wide for me. My cock missed his home," was all Steve said before he filled me completely in one go.
steve rogers is a munch and a half. i’m calling it rn. love to be all “im captain america” and is sometimes such a hard ass on missions but as soon as you get done debriefing after you’re home, he’s face deep in your pussy.
eyes rolled to the back of his head, whining into your most sensitive parts. eager tongue prodding into you before relaxing to swirl over your swollen clit. humming and moaning when he uses his tongue to sweep up your slick.
his golden hair would be sticking up in every direction from your hands running through it. and whenever you let go he’s reaching up to pull your hands back to his locks because he loves giving up that little bit of control. especially after giving orders on a mission.
loves the way your body moves in every possible direction while making sure to never pull your cunt too far from his face. grinds against the bed when you start rocking your hips, chasing your orgasm. lives for the way words just start spilling from your rosy lips.
“steve, I-.. m’gonna cum..”
“don’t fuckin’ stop baby, lick my cl- oh god..”
“i-, m’ cumming.. fuck, oh! oh my god, steve..
and afterwards he’s just as much of a mess.
“so good, honey..”
“could taste you for hours.. c’mere.. lemme share, sweetheart.” as he pushes himself up to pull you into a kiss.
Words: 6.2K
Warming: Age Gap (reader in early 20s), unprotected piv sex, domineering acts. oral (both receiving), dirty talk, praising.
Summary: You drove Steve to his utmost limit, but what is it going to take to get him to calm down?
A/N: I rewatched the old Marvel movies and have been feeling feral towards coughCAPT'Ncough. Bon appetitties?
The mission had gone sideways in a way that left Steve Rogers simmering with frustration. He could feel the anger bubbling up inside him, a foreign sensation that made his chest tight and his thoughts cloudy. You had gone against his direct orders, putting yourself in danger—again—and it had pushed Steve to his breaking point.
As you stood in your private cabin, both your voices echoing off the walls, Steve couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You had no right to do that, Y/N!” Steve’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharper and louder than you’d ever heard it.
Your eyes flashed with defiance as you fought back with all your frustration. "I made that call because it was the right thing to do! I was not going to allow those people to die just because you were excessively consumed with following the agenda!
Steve’s fists clenched at his sides, his muscles taut with barely restrained anger. “This isn’t about saving lives—it’s about you ignoring direct orders! You put yourself in danger, and you compromised the entire mission! You can’t just act on impulse and expect everything to work out!”
As he felt feelings he wasn't accustomed to expressing, his normally composed demeanor began to crumble under the strain of mounting aggravation. It frightened him that he could feel his grip weakening. He had never been so furious with you before; the level of intensity was nearly too much to bear.
You stepped closer, refusing to back down. “I thought about it! I knew exactly what I was doing, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat! You’re the one who doesn’t get it! You’re so obsessed with being in control that you can’t stand it when someone else makes a decision!”
“This isn’t about control, Y/N! This is about you thinking you know better than everyone else! You think you’re invincible, but you’re not! One day, your recklessness is going to get you in serious trouble and then what? How are we supposed to deal with that?” Steve’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as the anger threatened to spill over.
Your eyes narrowed, your voice rising in anger matching his. “You’re the one who’s supposed to trust me! But you don’t! You can’t stand it when things don’t go according to your plan, so you lash out at me like I’m some kind of liability!”
Steve took a step closer, the space between you charged with tension. “I trust you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit back and watch you throw yourself into danger without a second thought! You didn’t see how close you came, Y/N. You didn’t see what I saw!”
“What you saw?” you shot back, your voice shaking with emotion. “You’re always trying to shield me from things, Steve, but you can’t keep doing that! I’m not a child! I’m your partner, and that means you have to let me make my own choices, even if they scare you!”
As Steve struggled to control the flood of emotions that were about to overflow, his breaths came in short, quick bursts and his palms quivered.
“You think I’m trying to control you? I’m trying to keep you alive! I’m trying to make sure that you come back, every single time! But you… you don’t think about what that does to me.”
“And what about what it does to me? Every time you go off on some mission, every time you put yourself in danger without thinking about the consequences, do you know what that does to me? Do you?”
Steve’s face twisted with frustration, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “I do know. I know because I feel it too, every time you do something reckless, every time you make a decision that could get you. . .” He couldn’t say the word, “And it terrifies me, Y/N. It terrifies me because one day, I might not be there to save you.”
Even though he looks angry, worry is visible in his eyes. You tightened your jaw because you were at a loss for words to respond to him.
Steve pivoted and stomped out of the room before you had a chance to reply. He had to escape for a moment to collect himself before he spoke a word he would regret. Heading directly for the woodpile, he stepped outside, his breath coming in quick, angry bursts.
By the time you caught up with him, Steve was already there, his jacket discarded on the ground. He grabbed the axe with a force that sent a jolt of pain through his arm, but he welcomed it. He needed to feel something physical, something tangible to anchor him in the midst of the storm raging inside him.
Without hesitation, he began chopping. The axe came down with a powerful swing, the wood splitting cleanly in half. But it wasn’t enough. The anger was still there, burning hot and fierce in his chest, so he swung again. And again. And again.
These pent-up emotions had been growing for weeks, if not months, and it was evident in every swing. The fear that he would lose you, the frustration that you didn’t seem to understand how much he cared, how much it hurt to see you risking your life time and time again. He was feeling helpless and that his only option was to keep chopping, to redirect his wrath onto something that wouldn't harm you or ruin everything both had built together.
Steve reached for yet another thick log, this one feeling rock-solid and unmoveable. None of that mattered. His muscles tensed as he lifted the axe above his head, and he lowered it with such power that the wood splintered. Although he felt the hit all over, it failed to provide him with the relief he had hoped for. He was being torn apart by the rage that remained dormant, just below the surface.
“So this is it? You’re just going to chop wood until the problem disappears?” Amidst the steady clack of the axe on wood, your irritated, sharp voice sliced through the air.
Steve didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The overwhelming wave of feelings he couldn't articulate washed over him, leaving him unable to speak. He swung the axe again, harder this time, as if he could somehow chop away everything he felt.
But then, a switch went off in his brain. That axe wasn't cutting it. He needed more—he needed to break something with his own hands, to feel the physical release of the anger that was consuming him.
He snatched up yet another log, this one heavier and thicker than the rest. His hands, still trembling with fury, gripped the log tightly. His muscles bulged as he poured all his anger, all his frustration, into his grip.
“Steve, talk to me! You can’t just—”
But before you could finish, Steve let out a low, guttural roar and pulled at the log with all his might. The wood resisted at first, but Steve was relentless. His biceps strained, his veins standing out against his skin, and with a deafening crack, the log gave way. He tore it in half with his bare hands, the wood splintering under the sheer force of his strength.
The pieces fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the sound almost drowned out by the ringing in your ears. You stood there, frozen, your breath caught in your throat as you watched Steve’s display of raw power. It was terrifying—seeing him so close to the edge, so consumed by anger—but it was also something else, something that sent a shiver down your spine.
You were genuinely scared by his actions just now. The shock that he could lose control, that he could be so driven by his feelings, was a stark reminder of how much he cared, how deeply he felt. But alongside that shock was a rush of something primal, something that made your pulse quicken and your cheeks flush.
You shouldn’t have found it attractive—this display of strength—but you did. Seeing Steve like this, so powerful, so intense—he never bragged about his power, and it stirred something inside you that you couldn’t deny. Your body reacts before your mind could catch up, a rush of heat flooding your senses.
Steve turned to face you, his chest still heaving, his eyes blazing. “What do you want me to say, Y/N?” His voice was rough, almost broken. “That I’m okay with you going off on your own and putting yourself so close to death? Because I’m not!”
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You could see the chaos in his eyes. It made your heart ache. To him it didn’t matter if you were one of the best agents out there because he knew how life is so fragile, he knew because he's been around for ages—you forget that sometimes his cellular age is not twenty-seven.
For now, both of you stood there, the tension thick and suffocating, wrapping around you like an iron vice.
You took a shaky breath, the sound of it almost deafening in the quiet that had fallen between you. You knew you should say something, anything, to defuse the situation. But your throat felt tight, and the words wouldn’t come. All you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to reconcile the man you love with the fury that had just been unleashed.
Steve’s chest heaved with each breath, his fists still clenched at his sides. He didn't know how to come down from the brink he'd been driven to, didn’t know how to deal with the mix of relief and frustration that you were standing in front of him, unharmed but defiant.
His mind raced with the images of what could have happened, what might have happened if he hadn’t been there to pull you out of the fire. The thought was enough to make his vision blur with a fresh wave of anger and fear.
“I can’t lose you, Y/N,” Steve finally managed to say, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “Do you understand that? I can’t. I don’t know what I’d do if something happens to you.”
Your breath hitched, your heart hurt at the openness in his voice, and the urgent plea cut through your barriers. You knew how much he cared—how deeply he felt everything—but hearing it, seeing it in the way his hands shook, in the way his eyes were filled with unshed tears, made it impossible to stay mad.
Driven by a surge of emotion you couldn't contain, you briskly walked towards him. Steve kept his gaze glued onto you, anticipating your next move. In an instant, you closed the distance between you, your body moving on instinct alone.
You leaped up, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, your hands fisting in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss that was searing, desperate, and filled with every ounce of the fire that had fueled the argument.
His kiss was intoxicating. You pressed yourself against him, your body molding to his as you deepened the kiss, your mouth moving against his lips with a fervor.
You could feel the tension in his muscles, the heat radiating from his skin, and it only made you want him more, made you kiss him harder, as if you could imprint yourself on him, claim him in a way that left no room for doubt.
Steve's grip on you was bruising as his hands found your hips, pulling you even closer, his own body responding to the intensity of the moment. He angled his head, deepening the kiss further, your tongues clashing in a dance that was as much about dominance as it was about the overwhelming need to feel connected.
You let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating between you, spurring you both on. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you couldn't get enough. You shifted against him, your hips pressing into his, feeling the undeniable evidence of his desire for you, and it sent a jolt of heat through your entire body.
When you finally broke apart, it wasn't because you wanted to, but because you both had to breathe. Your foreheads rested against each other, your breaths mingling, both of them trembling from the force of what had just happened.
Your breathing was ragged, your heart pounding in your chest as you looked into Steve's eyes, blue like the ocean but filled with fire. The air between you crackled with an electric tension, the heat of your shared desire still burning hot.
“I’m still mad at you. Chopping wood was not enough,” Steve whispered his voice rough, “I hope you're prepared for that.”
“Try me.” You replied breathily against his lips.
Steve didn't need any more encouragement.
When he reached the back-door, he didn’t hesitate. With a powerful kick, he busted it open, the door slamming against the wall with a force that echoed through the room and shook walls.
Steve's hands gripped you firmly as he turned, pinning you against the nearest wall, his body pressing onto yours, the solid weight of him making you gasp. His mouth found yours again, and the kiss, filled with intensity that left you both dizzy, desperate for more.
You could feel the way his body responded to your every touch, every kiss. Your hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, your fingers digging into the hard muscle, needing to hold on, to anchor yourself against the storm of emotions swirling inside you.
Steve's grip on you tightened, his hands sliding from your hips to your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer. He pressed his lips to the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, making you shiver. The sensation sent a wave of heat rushing through you, igniting every nerve in your body.
“Y/N…” Steve's voice was low, a rough whisper that sent a thrill down your spine. You could feel the restrained tension in him, the way his body was coiled like a spring, ready to snap. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Shit. He swore. Now you know you're in deep trouble—and it excites you. You tightened your legs around his waist, leaning into him as you captured his lips once more, this time with even more intensity, more urgency.
Steve responded immediately, his mouth moving against yours in a kiss that was possessive. His hands roamed over your back, his touch firm, grounding you as you lost yourself in the taste of him. His touch ignited a trail of fire everywhere.
He pushes the hem of your shirt above your head and pulls off your black tee shirt, tossing it aside like it was nothing, exposing your bare breast, then his mouth devours you. He suckles and licks urgently, opening his mouth wider to envelop nearly your whole breast. It’s as if he wants to taste every inch of your skin all at once.
You moaned and arched your back, which thrusts your breast against his face, causing your fleshy mound to squeeze against him and bulge out at the sides.
His hand, rugged and calloused from years of relentless work, moved with purposeful intent to the other. He gripped your breast firmly and began to knead, applying a rough pressure on your flesh.
You squeeze his shoulders, grasping at the starched cotton of his shirt. It feels manly under your palms. Your mouth drops open when the shape of his hard cock lines up perfectly against you, applying a delicious pressure you desperately need.
“Oh my—Steve. . .”
Any self-preservation you've been holding on to evaporates at the feel of his hot length, and your hips tilt into him on their own.
You groan simultaneously at the much-needed friction. His scent, his rough groans, the tight hold of his large hands, the stab of his hot tongue—everything about Steve is strong, hard, domineering, and so deliciously male.
His mouth leaves your breast whispering into your ear, “Are you going to disobey me again?”
“I can't promise you that I won't.” You try to pull back and drop your legs, but he grips your thighs, holding them open, and presses his bulging cock onto you.
He loved the way you looked, the way you reacted, and he loved everything about you. You were the most precious thing in the world to him. So beautiful, so sweet, so giving and too damn good for him, but he was a selfish bastard and wouldn’t let you go.
Ever.
His breath fans over your neck, and he whispers dangerously. “That so?”
You didn’t notice how you both ended up in the bedroom until he shoved you toward the bed, because you found yourself falling onto it, the descent feeling agonizingly slow.
Your head turned sideways just as it was about to collide with the mattress, but you were too shocked to react, too numb to fight back against what was unfolding.
Steve moved with a swift, commanding presence, leaping onto the bed and straddling your torso with an authority that pinned you down. His shirt was already on the floor when you met his eyes—dark, angry. A side of him you're seeing for the first time in the bedroom.
His muscles are swollen from chopping all that wood and splitting one in half with his hands. His abs were a testament to the discipline and strength he had cultivated over the years. The six-pack was not just defined but chiseled, each muscle distinct and firm beneath the taut skin.
He pushed your thigh open with his knee, his palm grazing from your stomach, between the valleys of your breasts, stopping at where your collar bone meets the base of your neck.
All of your focus is on its path, and you quiver when his thumb now brushes the bottom curve of your breast.
“This is mine.” He twists your nipple, sending shards of electricity tumbling through you, and you buck against him, lust completely taking over all your senses.
“Yes,” You gasp and roll your hips, willing to say anything he wants to get him to continue touching you, searching for the right position to hit your clit with the head of his cock, desperate for more.
His chuckles tickle the sensitive shell of your ear, and a shiver runs through you as the sharp ridges of his teeth gently close on the soft earlobe. “Such a good girl all of a sudden?”
He drags his hand down your body, exploring it like he’s mapping every inch of you by touch alone. He forces your jeans off, almost ripping it in the process.
His thumb grazes your clit through your underwear, and a pained cry escapes your lips. He craves knowing the sounds you'll make as he drives his cock hard inside you. He'd make you beg for more until you scream out his name as he sear himself into your soul.
“Do you know what good girls get, Y/N?” He slides under the thin fabric and circles the spot you need him the most. “Good girls get to come.”
“Please,” you beg. Every molecule of your being is focused on his fingers. The weight of the air around you compresses until it’s hard to suck in your next breath. Tension radiates as you wait for what happens next. His touch is the only thing that matters.
He shifts you so he can reach lower, sliding wet fingers through your slit, then circling your entrance. You whimper his name as he sinks two fingers inside you.
“Look at you, soaked for me. Ready. This pussy knows she’s mine.” His voice is a dark rumble as he pumps his fingers in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm.
“I need more,” you grind out through your teeth.
“Take it. Fuck my fingers,” he orders you against your ear and loosens his hold to allow you to take control.
You wrap your arm around his neck, leveraging yourself, and grip his hair as you work yourself on his fingers.
Steve’s breath comes out in hot pants against your jaw, and he bites down on the edge at the same time his palm massages your clit. You forget to breathe as you rock against him, your head buzzing with the lack of oxygen.
“Oh yes, right there.” You gasped.
“That’s my pretty little pussy, fucking herself so well.” He adds another finger, and your world goes blank. All that’s left are his commands. “Come for me.”
Tingles shoot up your spine as your entire body pulls tight, and then your orgasm crashes over you in shuddering waves. “Steve.”
He pumps every last ounce of your release, his hands glistening. “That’s it. Say my name.”
“Steve,” You say, barely a whisper.
He withdraws his finger then and lifts his hand to your face, pressing his finger against your lips. It’s the same finger that was just inside you.
“Suck it,” he orders, and you obediently open your mouth, sucking the finger in. You can taste yourself, your own desire, and it makes you even more turned on.
When he’s satisfied that the fingers are clean, he removes it from your mouth, grasping your chin with his hand instead, forcing you to meet his gaze, “I'm going to ask you again, are you going to disobey me?”
You stare up at him, mesmerized by the dark blue striations in his irises. Your body is throbbing with need, desperately craving his possession. You want him to take you, to fill the aching emptiness within.
A smile of defiance crept on your lips as you cocked your head forward, “My answer remains that same.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.” he warns, voice low, and a tremble runs through you.
Your instincts are on high alert, but you don’t try to pull away. You swallow hard. “What game?”
“The one where you act like all has been put aside. That you don’t already know who you pissed off. Or do you need a reminder?” He shifts his grip and circles your neck with his fingers, resting them on your collarbone as a warning.
Heat pours into your core, and your clit throbs. A low moan escapes you, and his smile turns dark. He pushes closer, bent so his breath fans against your mouth.
“I’m going to spin you around and fuck your pretty pussy against this bed, I think it’s fair I take out my frustrations on you. I will make you beg so hard, because baby, I can do this all fucking day.” He said with grit.
Your ears ring, and all your thoughts vanish with his words. You push yourself up, closing the distance between your mouths. He groans deep and takes over the kiss, running his tongue against yours until you're consumed by him. Your head feels light from the lack of oxygen, but you don’t pull away, letting him do whatever he wants to you.
There’s a power that surges inside you, giving in to his control. No matter his threats, you know if you told him to stop, he would.
He’s not gentle when he flips you on your stomach. His hands fisted at your hips and you heard a snap as he tore your panties away. The abrupt sound and the violent action behind it spurred your desire to a fever pitch.
You hear him unzip his jeans, and in your attempt to look, he presses your head hard into the mattress. Then, you feel him pulling while he collects all of your hair and wraps it around his hand with the intention of using it as a rein.
You let out a whimper when Steve tugged harder. You don’t hesitate to move when his foot meets yours and spreads your legs further apart. He grunts in approval and runs his fingers up your slit, before his erection brushed between your legs as he moved and you whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he’d given you earlier had only deepened your craving rather than appeased it.
Then he shifts his hips a little and uses his hand to guide his shaft toward your opening. You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as he begins to push inside. You're extremely wet, but you still feel uncomfortably stretched as he slides in all the way. Steve doesn’t give you time to adjust before withdrawing and slamming in again, his thrust doling out punishment and pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hisses when you squeeze around him, and a sharp slap lands on your ass. “You’re so tight.”
You bite your lower lip, trying to cope with the burning, too-full feeling. You clutch at the bed sheets, needing something to hold on to as the familiar tension starts to gather low in your belly. The head of his cock brushes against that sensitive spot somewhere inside you. You gasp as he pulls your hair harshly making you arch to take him deeper, needing more of that intense sensation, wanting to bring you over the edge.
“Oh my god, Steve, yes,” you cried, finding your face pressed into the mattress again and you could hardly breathe. All you can feel is him: the back-and-forth movement of his thick cock inside your body, the heat emanating from his skin.
In this position, he goes deep, even deeper than usual, and you can’t help the pained gasps that escape your throat as the head of his cock bumps against your cervix with each thrust of his hips. Yet the discomfort doesn’t seem to prevent the pressure growing inside you again, and you feel climax coming again, your inner muscles clenching helplessly around his shaft.
“Oh no you don't,” He groans harshly, sensing that you're about to come. Then he pulls out. Leaving a void of emptiness that aches. The womanly fluids that leak down your thighs now felt cold, before you could protest, Steve flips you again and your eyes finally get to lay upon his magnificence, his erection at your eye level.
But all he does is look at you, a mocking half-smile playing on his beautiful lips. “You think I’m going to come inside you, Y/N?” he asks softly. “Is that what you’re expecting me to do?”
You blink, startled by the question. Of course you expect him to do that. You did something that upsetted him. Apparently reading the answer on your face, he smiles wider. “Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly in a generous mood.”
“Sit up and suck it,” he murmurs, looking down at you.
Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when he rewarded you with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of him with one hand, you hollow your cheeks and draw rhythmically.
You cup his balls in your other hand and squeeze them lightly. He groans, his eyes closing and his hand fisting your hair, and you continue, moving your mouth up and down on his cock, swallowing him deeper every time.
Your head bobbed as you pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while you sucked and stroked the crest with your mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and you slid the flat of your tongue along them, tilting your head to find and caress each one.
He swelled, growing thicker and longer.
“Baby, you suck me so good.” He held your head still and took over. Thrusting his hips. Fucking your mouth. Stripped to a level of base need where only the race to orgasm mattered.
You gripped his straining thighs in both hands, frantically working your lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were heavy and big, an audacious display of his powerful virility. You cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up.
“Ah, Y/N.” His voice was a guttural rasp. His grip tightened in your hair. “You’re making me come.”
The first spurt of semen was so thick, you struggled to swallow. Mindless in his pleasure, Steve was thrusting against the back of your throat, his cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into your mouth. You eyes watered and your lungs burned, but still you pumped your fists, milking him. His entire body shuddered as you took everything he had. The sounds he made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying you'd ever heard.
You licked him clean, keeping eye contact the entire time, marveling at how he didn’t fully soften even after an explosive orgasm. He was still capable of fucking you senseless and more than willing to, you knew. He wasn't kidding when he says he can do it all fucking day.
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“OH, God.” Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, your back arching as Steve pinned your hips to the bed and his lips circled your clit and his cheeks hollowed. Sucking rhythmically, he massaged the hypersensitive knot with the tip of his tongue.
Your skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, your vision blurring as your core tightened viciously in preparation for orgasm. Your pulse was thrumming and racing. You've comed twice already, as much from the sight of his blonde head between your legs as from his wickedly gifted mouth.
“I’m ready.” You pushed your fingers into his hair, feeling the dampness at the roots. His restraint was costing him. You're overstimulated and he's taking the time to make sure you are soft and wet before filling you too full with his long, thick cock.
“I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
“I need you inside me, please. I won’t disobey your orders again.” You pleaded, bucking your hips towards his face.
“You ache without my cock inside you. You’ll say anything to have me there.” Steve crawled toward you like a sleek panther on the prowl.
“Yes.”
He hovered over you, his big body casting a shadow over yours. Tilting his head, he lowered his mouth and lightly traced the seam of your lips with the tip of his tongue.
“You crave it. You feel empty without it.”
“Yes, damn you.” You gripped his lean hips, arching upward to try to feel his body against your. You never felt closer to him than when you were making love, and you needed that closeness now, needed to feel like you were okay.
He settled between your legs, his erection lying hard and hot between the lips of your pussy.
“I need you,” you breathed, rubbing your wet cleft shamelessly along the heated length of his cock.
“Not yet.” He moved, rolling his hips to find you with the broad head of his penis. He pushed gently against you, parting you, spreading you open as he slipped just the tip inside. You writhed against the tight fit, your body begging.
“Fuck me. God … just fuck me!”
Steve reached down with one hand and grabbed your hip, stemming your frenzied attempts to push up and take more of him.
You fought his hold. Your nails dug into the tight curves of his ass and you tugged him against you. If you didn’t get him in you, you thought you'd lose your mind.
“Give it to me!”
Steve slid his hand into your hair, fisting it to hold you where he wanted you. “Look at me.”
“Steven!”
“Look at me.”
You stilled at the command in his voice. You stared up at him, your frustration melting as you watched a slow, gradual transformation sweep over his handsome face.
With his eyes still on yours, he reached beside him to claim your wrists. One at a time, he lifted your arms over your head, restraining you. Pinned to the mattress by his grip, his weight, and his unflagging erection.
Steve slowly enters you, penetrating you inch by slow inch. It feels good, so unbelievably good, and you moan again, tightening your inner muscles around his shaft. He groans, closing his eyes, and you do it again, wanting more of the sensation.
He opens his eyes and stares at you, his face taut with lust and his eyes glittering. You hold his gaze, fascinated by the fierce need you see there.
He began to thrust, stroking through the trembling walls of your cunt with the thickly veined length of his big cock. Claiming you. Possessing you.
You can hear his harsh breathing, and you know that he’s exerting a lot of control over himself, that he probably wants to fuck you harder but is trying not to ‘damage you beyond repair.’ Nevertheless, his movements cause your insides to twist and churn, causing you to cry out with every stroke.
“I love you.” your voice is barely audible, each word feeling like it’s being wrenched out of your very soul.
You can see his pupils dilating while grinding breathlessly, “Tell me again.”
“I love you.” which came out like a small, helpless sound.
“I love you too.”
Struggling with the grinding urge to rock into the ferocious thrusts of his big cock. He shoved his other hand beneath your hip, cupping your rear and lifting you into his thrusts so that his cock head stroked over and over the spot that ached for him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, pounding his hips up at you, yanking your hips up to meet his punishing strokes.
“Yes, yes! Come inside me.” you yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Steve hit the end of you with every deep thrust, battering into you. You could feel him growing harder and thicker. You watched him avidly, needing to see it when he went over the edge for you. His eyes were wild with his need, losing their focus as his control frayed, his gorgeous face ravaged by the brutal race to climax.
“Y/N, I'm coming!” He came with an animal sound of feral ecstasy, a snarling release that riveted you with its ferocity. He shook as the orgasm tore into him, his cock jerking as it pumped thick spurts of scorching semen into you.
You climaxed in a rush that had you sobbing his name, your bodies convulsing as the sensation enhanced and magnified by the way he’d controlled your body.
Steve laid on top of you, waiting for his cock to get soft before he pulled out. Your body remains convulsing under him.
“You’re a machine,” you told him, trying to catch your breath. “Or a god.”
Steve let out a low, breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin as he held you close. He laid beside you, his chest was still heaving from the intensity of what you had just done, but there was a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you. Steve shifted slightly, so he could meet your eyes, his expression softening as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
“Maybe,” he murmured, his voice rough and warm from exertion. “But as much as I like the sound of being a god,” he continued, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “I think I’d rather just be the man who’s lucky enough to have you in his arms.”
“Just don’t pull a stunt like that on me again and I’ll be fine,” he responded, his tone a mix of lingering concern and affection. But there was still an edge to his voice.
“But it’s against my nature to ignore—” you started, trying to explain yourself, but Steve cut you off, his gaze intense.
“Do I have to impregnate you? For you to think more carefully?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a rough, teasing tone that sent a shiver down your spine. The words were provocative, laced with a mix of frustration and possessiveness that made your breath catch.
Your eyes widened slightly at his bold statement, your heart skipping a beat as the meaning of his words sank in. There was a challenge in his eyes, but also a deep-seated need—a desire to protect you, to keep you safe in a way that was so intensely Steve.
“Is that what it’s going to take?” he continued, his tone softening just a bit, though the intensity in his gaze never wavered. “Because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you’re careful out there. I can’t lose you, Y/N. I won’t.”
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your mind racing with his words and the seriousness behind them. He wasn’t just teasing; there was a part of him that meant every word. It was possessive, yes, but it was also born from a place of deep love and fear of losing you.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “I’ll be more careful, I promise.”
Steve’s expression softened, his eyes searching yours as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Good,” he murmured against your mouth, his tone still laced with that protective tone. “Because I’m not letting you out of my sight, not if I can help it.”
Steve rogers has to go out on a looong mission and as he's fucking your brains out the thought of leaving a part of himself inside you, drives him mad and now he needs to fill you up to the brim, the thought of you all soft and big and round with his baby is all he can think about and umm😩🥵
oh my goodness I might pass out
smut warning!!
“Gonna leave you with a parting gift.”
He rasps it into your ear, sweat slick bodies melded together effortlessly. He’s got you folded in half, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as he licks up your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses across any skin he can reach.
All you can do is whine in response. In this moment, you’d let him do whatever he wanted. Anything.
“If I knock you up now, you should be showing by the time I get back.”
Oh.
Your head lols into the pillow, fingernails drawing blood from Steve’s back as they rake downwards. You want him to stop. You want more. You can’t think.
His hips are relentless, gliding into yours with no signs of stopping. He shoves a hand between your bodies, simultaneously circling your clit with his fingers and using it to anchor you to the bed. Every time your back arches up, he shoves you back down, right where he wants you.
“Gonna come as many times as I physically can,” he grunts into your jaw. “Gives us the best chance.”
He sucks a bruise into your throat as you whimper, hands scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders.
“Steve.”
“I know, baby. S’good, huh? You’ll make such a perfect mom. Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty all pregnant and glowing.”
The image throws you over the edge, tightening around him as you both groan.
“That’s it, atta girl. Just keep coming, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”
18+ f!reader. best friends steve and bucky. dirty talk. bisexual steve. bisexual bucky.
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"Tell me again where you want it baby." Your new husband had you in his lap thumbing your clit while you rode him. Your thighs were shaking but you were desperate, tears of frustration on your pretty lashes as you balanced yourself with both hands on his shoulders.
"Inside, Stevie, please?" His hands were roaming over your body possessively, gripping the fat of your ass and thrusting his soaked cock up into you with every down stroke of yours.
"Don't make the sweet thing cry Stevie." Bucky groans as he palms himself through his slacks, waiting his turn for once in honor of your wedding night. Usually he and Steve would've flipped a coin or fought for who got to bully their way inside your pussy first.
"I'm not gonna Buck, she's just so pretty when she begs. My wife." Steve's baby blues were dancing with mischief as Bucky cursed.
"You met her first by accident, Rogers. I'm older-" Bucky started growling the same damn argument they'd been having since they decided they wanted a baby and therefore a wedding. (They were too old fashioned for anything else.)
"Boys, can we argue later?" You cut in breathlessly, and Steves arm wrapped around your waist. Your only warning before he took over- fucking you up and down his shaft like a rag doll as he groaned,
"Alright baby. I gotta do right by my Mrs don't I?" With the smuggest grin you'd ever seen his balls twitched, and spurt after spurt of cum filled you fluttering walls.
"Goddamnit, Stevie." You would've comforted your other boyfriend if you could focus. But Steve's thumb was rubbing your clit as you seized up, coming hard and milking his cock for all he had to give.
You collapsed against his chest.
"You gonna be good for Bucky baby? You got one more in you?" Steve murmured gently as he rocked you on his softening shaft, his cum leaking out of you and drenching his balls in your combined juices.
"Mhm. Want him inside too." You smiled as you kissed him, soft and sweet like you had several hours earlier in front of all your friends and family.
"My turn." You hadn't heard him move but you weren't surprised when you were lifted and bent over the massive bed, Bucky was hardly a patient man once he had the green light.
"Fuck sweetheart, you're dripping." Bucky's voice was hoarse. But Steve, who was laying down close enough for you to tongue at his soft cock, just snorted.
"Don't complain like you don't love it, jerk." Steve guided his shaft into your mouth and murmured softly, "Clean me up baby."
"'M not complaining punk, it's a compliment." You moaned around Steve as Bucky to one good lick of your stuffed pussy before straightening and dragging his cock head through the mess. "Your cum tastes better inside her by the way."
"Shut up, you love my cum anyway you can get it, Barnes."
"Maybe." One smooth thrust and you were full once more, and Bucky goes from teasing his boyfriend to cursing how good you feel. "I gotta say doll. You're kind of a slut."
"B-Bucky!" Your scolding would be more effective if your pussy didn't clench around him from his words and the memories flooding you brain of watching Bucky swallow down Steves cock.
"Greedy fucking pussy-" His moans were loud, shameless. "Back me up here Stevie."
"He's not wrong sweetie. Youre an absolute slut for us. But just us, yeah?" Steve sounds proud. Proud that on his wedding night his wife is being tag teamed by him and his best friend.
Fuck.
You were going to cum, hard and Bucky- the smug bastard- wasn't going to let it happen quietly.
"Someone likes being reminded how needy her pussy is. Clenching down so hard on me doll." Bucky fucked different than Steve. Harder, filthier. His hands were dragging you back onto his fat cock until the audible slap of his hips against your ass echoed around the room. He was getting close you could tell. His heavy balls were slapping against your clit, aching to add to the cum already slicking him inside you. "Should've waited till after the honeymoon to let me fuck her Steve."
His hand snaked around to find your clit and with quick tight circles over your swollen nub you came apart with a cry.
"Yeah Buck? And why's that.." Steves eyes were narrowed like he was annoyed, but you new the truth. His cock was growing hard in your mouth again. Bucky thrusted hard inside you before he started to unload, grinding into you as if to make sure his seed took first.
"Cause now we're never gonna know who knocked her up first till the baby's born."
You’re laying on top of your bed reading your favorite book, you’re so immersed in the fictional world you don’t hear the click of your door open, your boyfriend just came home from a long day at the office. Having to be professional all day has always exhausted him and you know exactly how he likes to unwind, you jump slightly as you come back to reality at the touch of his fingers on the back of your bare thigh, “shh, it’s just me baby,” his deep voice instantly soothes your nerves.
Goosebumps form all over your body as his hands wander up, he palms your ass through your skirt before lifting it up to expose your bare ass, a soft breath falls from his lips, “such a good girl, always keeping yourself accessible.” He praises, noting your lack of under garments. “Looks like that little pussy is already wet for me.” You hear the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor and can’t help but let out a soft yelp as he pulls your lower half towards the edge of the bed. You can feel your clit throbbing with anticipation as his breath ghosts across your aching core, that book you were reading is long forgotten.
A needy whimper leaves your mouth as his tongue makes contact with your cunt, your legs tremble from the immediate pleasure that courses through your body, the vibrations of his hums of satisfaction sends shocks of pleasure to your clit. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, my favorite meal.” He says against your flesh and begins to devour your core with hunger, your brain completely turns off as your body is taken over by pleasure. His tongue knows your body better than you do, every little flick sends you closer to the edge. You reach around and grip a handful of his hair as you feel yourself start to come, your whole body shakes violently when you go over the edge. He holds you steady as he finishes lapping up your juices before slowly pulling back, “I needed that, baby, thank you.” He says softly and places a soft kiss on your ass cheek before pulling your skirt back down, standing up, and getting on the bed beside you.
