“O Captain, My Captain ”
Pairing : Steve Rogers[Captain America] x fem! Reader
Word Count : 3k+ [3367]
Summary : Don't fuck with Captain when he's busy but we don't care, do we?
Warning : MINORS DNI, 18+ Porn without plot, degradation, daddy kink, name calling (sweetheart, doll etc), punishment, Captain kink, Size Kink, Breath play, Face Fucking, Exhibition, Teasing, Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), Dirty Talking, Cum play?, Angry Sex, Avengers Tower Sex, S&M.
A/N : 200 followers? For me? How? Here's this work of. . . Art? for that. I'M STILL WORKING ON THE WARNINGS AND KINKS SO IF I MISSED SOMETHING, DO LET ME KNOW. no beta we die like robin. Wrong fandom oops.
If you believe in god or any superior power, you might wanna hit a pause on that till the end of this fuckfest.
“What the fuck was that?”
You heard him loud and clear as his footsteps approached you. Resting against a secluded fire escape you thought that maybe taunting him in front of the new batch of recruits wasn’t the best idea for his reputation but watching him put on his Captain facade made you clench your thighs.
His voice was demanding, commanding. Taut like the soldier he was. Shoulders broad and straight. It turned you on to the point where you realized, new kink ? unlocked.
All you could think of were the flashbacks of nights where Steve pounded into you relentlessly, His upkept body offering stamina to keep going all night long and a pre breakfast treat. Those were the best kind of nights. Your body always ends up being sore and marked up by him.
“ . . hm?”
You questioned him with faux innocence, pretending you never heard his question. He could look right through you, his eyes boring into yours. He stepped closer to you, his jaw tensed and eyebrows drawn together. His tall big frame leaning into your personal space. Oh he was mad and you loved it.
“Did I upset you, Captain? ” you purred at him, pushing off the wall you were leaning against, stretching your neck up right into his face. He wasn’t playing around and neither were you. You gasped when you felt his hand around your throat squeezing with enough pressure to make your breath you hitch. Pushing you up against the same wall he leaned in dangerously close to your face, your lips longing for him. If you were turned on before, now you were wet. God, the things this man could do to you.
“You think this is funny, huh?” his voice dropped down almost like a growl. That was enough to make you moan like a bitch in heat but you were on a mission here. Taking a deep breath against his grip you smirked at him and moved your lips to the corner of his, “Gonna put me in my place Captain?” you spoke against his lips and sealed your question with a peck. That set him off.
“Fucking brat”
He pushed you up against the wall and let go of your throat only to tug your head to the other side. His head dipped into your collarbone kissing and nipping at every bit of visible skin. His hands grabbed your ass, pulling and spanking it, marking it as his. You squirmed against him,whined even, wanting more friction. That caused him to pull away slightly and start kissing under your jaw and up to your ear. You felt his hands go down your ass and squeeze roughly, “Shut the fuck up” he growled His hand trailed down to undo your pants and pulling you out of them.
“You’re such a brat, always wanting to be stuffed by daddy’s cock, yeah? You have no common sense do you?” You bit your lips trying not to moan at his words. You felt his hand roughly push your legs apart and go straight to your pussy. You both groaned feeling how wet you had gotten by the mere thoughts and words of him. Not wasting another moment, he slipped 2 fingers in
“ You're dripping like a filthy cum whore, Doll. See how easily my fingers slipped in? Yeah? All you have is hole that needs to be used, don’t you?” His pace increased with every word. You could feel the way your walls cleansed against his fingers every time he thrusted in, you were close, so close to cumming.
“ . . . Fuck I’m-” His fingers left your dripping pussy as soon as you uttered those words denying you an orgasm. You whined at the loss of contact and tried thrusting your hips at him to feel something. You could see his cock strained against the kevlar suit, dying to break free. Why wasn’t he doing anything?
He chuckled darkly at your desperation. His eyes flickered from your lips to your collarbone and throat, likely admiring the marks he had left. His hand once again had found your throat, “ You wanted a game, didn’t you? Well guess what Sweetheart,. . “ his hand trailed from your throat to your face, cupping it “. .’m gonna give you a game and maybe then you’ll learn not to play with me again” he finished as he slapped you and dragged his hand into your hair tugging it harshly to bring you down to you knees.
“Get to work whore”
Your eyes glistened from lack of air supply but your dick controlled mind didn’t give a shit. All you wanted was to be fucked by his cock, oh how you loved his cock. It was massive, bigger than anything you’ve had before. You loved how it never fit in any of your holes, how it felt like to be spilt open every time you had him. As soon as you found some stability on your knees. Your hands moved like they had a mind of their own. Reaching up to unzip his pants and pull them down, you moaned at the sight in front of you. His boxers had a wet spot. You know his tip was already leaking. As you raised your hand to feel his cock, he slapped them away.
“Not like this” he smirked and grabbed your throat, His strength was more than enough to turn both your bodies into a new position. “ . . just like this” You realized what he had done. His back was toward the cell door making your naked, swollen ass visible to anyone who walks down the hallway.
“You’re such a fucking exhibitionist” you groaned ,eyes trained on his cock, not caring as much as you should have. He chuckled lowly at your comment and cupped your face, dragging his thumb down your lips to push your mouth open. Your eyes darted to his face, wanting to hear more of his filthy words.
“And you’re a fucking cock hungry whore but you don’t see me complaining, now do you, sweetheart? ”
He took advantage of your cockdrunk trance, how could he not? Leaning in slightly he grabbed you by your collar, his hands bunched up with the fabric and in one swift motion he had ripped it off your body. He had ripped kevlar off your body. Fuck, he was strong. You had felt the straps of your bra snap against your back and there you were completely naked, cunt out and tits out just wanting to be used by him.
Was it even possible to be as wet as you were at that moment? You wanted, no needed his cock. He had teased you enough, edged you even and all you wanted was to feel his length hit the deeper back of your throat and watch him enjoy messing up your breathing pattern.
Moving swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and let out a moan as his cock sprung free. There it was, like some holy grail. Tip, swollen and leaking pre cum. The vein popped and pumped. He
was huge. Usually, you would spend time on his cock, kissing, licking, teasing it but not now. It took you a total of 7 seconds to stop marveling at the sight and start taking him in. There was no way his cock would fit in but fuck it, You’re going to take it all.
You rolled your eyes as soon as you felt him in your mouth, his pre cum already sliding down your throat. You could feel the bulging vein against the top of your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself as you swirled your tongue around his tip, moaning at the sensory overload. You wanted to savor the moment, but the Captain had different plans. With his hands in your hair, he pulled you against his cock, making you gag around his length. Your choking sound and tears turned him on to the max.
“You look so good on your knees, darling maybe I should have you promoted to that position permanently”
His words would have made sense to you if he was not busying fucking your face with his massive cock. Your gag reflex was no match to his speed or size. ALl you could do was be a good cock sucker for him, a warm hole for his cock and you were determined to be that. Regaining your balance, you go to work. Your hands went to his balls, fondling and pulling at them, making Steve let out those pretty pretty grunts. Your hand moved towards the base of his cock, pumping the length that couldn't fit inside your throat, that’s how big he was.
“You know what makes you a whore baby? You struggle to take my cock but won’t back down”
His grunts and snaps were like music to your ears. You would have enjoyed your music if he hadn’t decided to grab your face in his massive hands and thrust his hips against your face, the skin to skin contact was for sure going to leave marks but he didn’t care. Holding your face in place, he went at it. Snapping his hips against your face, wanting a release but only it was that easy. You, on the other hand, were now facing the consequences of low oxygen. Your brain wanted to give out, but your cunt? Oh your cunt wanted to be filled, to be used and you’d do anything to get that.
So you struggled against his grip. Was it useless? Yes. Did it buy you 5 seconds of air? Fuck yes. You sucked in a breath, struggling to gain stability but it was enough for now. You cleansed your throat around his cock, making him let out a moan and throw his head back. You got to work. Holding onto his base, your fingers not long enough to go around his dick, you started moving faster on his cock, the choking and gagging sounds filled up the empty hallway. Bobbing on his dick, you managed to fit most of his length in your throat. Opening and closing around his cock, you felt him twitch inside your mouth. His grunts turned into moans, it was a sign that he was close. HIs cum already dripping down your chin and all over your face. Oh how good his load would feel down your throat. The thought itself made you lose your mind. Your sole focus was to make the supersoldier cum, but he had other intentions. He was not going to let you get the upper hand, no more slip ups. He grabs your hair and tugs harshly, making sure your nose hits his crotch every time his rams inside your mouth. Pushing your head down and thrusting upwards, he lets his cock make a mess on you. You stay there, cockdrunk. Trying to swallow whatever you could. Your hands and face, all covered in his load.
You were still painting from being face fucked by a super soldier but that didn’t mean he was done. He gripped your upper arm and pulled you up, not giving you much of a choice. This man was treating you like a ragdoll and you were letting him. The thought itself made you feel dirty, but the Captain had different plans.
“You thought you could just get away with pulling a stunt like that?” DO NOT ANSWER. You were at the point where all you could think was how good his wet cock would feel inside you. Your lack of answer had slightly agitated him, he gripped your jaw and pulled your face closer to his “Maybe this will teach you to behave” his eyes went dark for a moment, his face now held a smile. It wasn’t a reassuring one by any means. Sadistic, that what it was. Letting go of your jaw, he eyed your chest for a moment and admired his work. He loved seeing you covered in his cum. HIs eyes traveled back from his chest to meet yours, that sadistic smile still evident on his face.
“You look like a painted whore, my painted whore” he chuckled, stepping closer to you. You stepped back, element of surprise with Steve often ended up being one hell of an adventure,
“Captain please - ” your sobs fell deaf on his ears. You squired underneath him, it was a mix of arousal and impatience. You were frustrated not knowing what he was planning
“You are a piece of art aren't you babygirl? Art like yourself should be put out for the world to see and admire, don’t you think so?”
It clicked instantly, oh this man was trouble. “ . .. Steve” you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was his super strength or maybe it was his need to fuck your brains out, he was pushing you back in the hallway and there you were, standing in your naked glory where anyone could see your cum cover tits and swollen ass.
“Since you like putting on a show so much, you wouldn’t mind this, would you?” he growled in your ear as his hands greedily pulled at your flesh, bending you over in the middle of the hallway.
He gripped your hand and pinned them behind your back. His hand firm against your own, pushing down on your lower back, making you arch your back. His other hand moved swiftly to smack your ass, making you jolt forward.
“Fuck. . Steve-”
Another smack right down your other cheek , “What did you call me, Sweetheart?” he growled, pulling at your ass. You could feel his shorts nails digging in your skin. You whined at his touch, his hands felt so close to your dripping holes yet he didn’t touch you. All you wanted was his fingers in you, how good they felt filling you up, and oh his big cock, the vein popping, making it look bigger and girthier. The thought of being filled itself was making your thighs squirm.
“Mhm sweetheart, what do we have here?” he mocked moving his thumb closer to your cunt, merely swiping over your folds “Look at this pretty little thing, doll, all pretty and tight for me to fill huh? You want Captain’s cock Doll? You want Captain till you this whore hole? Mhm? ” His words had you humping air like a dog, you struggled in his grip trying to push back against anything, his hand, his finger but it was useless.
Without warning he pushed his thumb in your hole, the way you purred made his cock twitch, hitting your inner thigh. You could feel your walls clench around his thumb, taking whatever you can to feel some friction. It wasn’t for your pleasure, no. It was all for him. You were all for him. He thrusted in his thumb in and out at a lightning pace, making sure to not give you the pleasure you wanted.
“I am gonna fill up this hole now, yeah ? Isn’t that what you want, baby? Captain’s cock?”
You nodded furiously, tears already streaming down your face. “Ple-ase” came out a broken sob out of your fucked out throat and that was all he needed to grip his cock and push in in your clenching hole, only 3 inches in and you were already a mess.
The way both of you moaned when it slipped in so easily was feral. You threw your head back, feeling how big he was and oh, how good he filled you up. You immediately thrusted back on his cock, wanting all of him.
“Fuck Doll, your pretty pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” he moaned, spreading your ass apart and pushing his cock in, he was going to split you in two and you so wanted it. You were a mess, crying and moaning under him, ready to spasm from the edge he had kept you on.
He grabbed your jaw and pulled you against his broad chest, only then you realized he was fully clothed unlike you, with your naked body that was now littered in hickies and slap marks. He kissed behind your ear, his rough beard against your skin, added to the euphoria.
“Gonna fuck you till your forget your name, doll”
With that he slammed his cock into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the empty hallway. He gripped your hips tightly, enough to leave prints and began to thrust in and out of your sloppy cunt. He moaned out at the sight in front of him.
“Just like that baby.”
“So good for your captain.”
“Take up my cock like a good little slut”
With every thrust he pushed in all the way, hitting your spot every time. You were a mess. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing on your mind was how big he was and good it made you feel. You didn’t even know how many times you had cum, but you did know that the moment he let you go, your legs would give out. Your moans went straight to his cock and you felt him twitch inside you, ready to shoot his load and fill you up.
“Gonna fill you up, you want it don’t you? Fucking cumsleeve aren’t ya? “
Unable to stop your squirming, you pushed your hips back against his, letting him split you open on his cock. You wish you could look at yourself in a mirror, hands tied tears down your face and your cunt dripping down on the floor. You were being used as his cumsleve and you fucking loved it.
“Please Captain, I need you please” you begged for him to fill you up, you sobbed with his dick in your cunt like a little bitch wanting his seed.
Your whinny beginning was the last straw. He grunted as he pushed you down grabbing your hips and pulling your ass apart, slamming in his cock with his supersoldier strength. He chuckled at how pathetic you were, taking on his cock knowing his strength was much more than that of a common man. Each thrust was him getting closer to his high. Fastening his pace his bottomed out in you, clearly not giving a fuck if it tore you apart.
Your begging is now turning into screams as the pressure and pain spread all across your body. You could feel your vision go blurry and the only sound you could hear was his grunts above you.
“TAke it” came out a gruntled scream and you felt hot inside your cunt. Oh he had cum, inside you. Filling you up just like you wanted and just like he had promised You felt his sloppy thrusts inside you, the squelching sound it made inside your pussy. Your head hung down and your blurry vision could make out the cum dripping down your hole but he had to have it his way. He was not slowing down, oh no. One load was not going to wear him down. Just as greedily he fucked his cum back inside your swollen, sensitive hole.
The world wasn’t making any sense. All that you could make sense of was his cock in you. He could feel you giving out, you weighing down on him. With one last thrust, he let go of your body.. Sudden loss of support made you fall down on your side on the cum covered filthy floor, you knew your conscience was about to give out.
A figure crouched down in front of your eyes, a big man. It was him, Captain. He fucked you in a hallway like a slut. He brushed the strand of hair that was covering your face and tucked it behind your ear.
“Come find me when you wake up and I won’t punish you as bad”
A command.
Even though you were thoroughly fucked and on the brink of unconsciousness, your walls clenched at his words.
Your vision was going black but your focus was only on the figure walking away from you.
. . . . had you met god?
