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[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - june.

Summary: Henry takes Becky with him on a non business trip.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Mentions of an accident. Also: smut - sex, fingering, squirting ✨daddy✨

Wordcount: 6.4k

A/N: The chapter is a bit choppy, I’m sorry 💕

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[buckets-and-trees]

SHIRT [The Executive AU]

Characters/Pairings: CEO!Steve Rogers x curvy Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 300 Summary: Working for this man will be trouble.

Content/Warnings: partial male nudity; workplace dynamics; implied inappropriate thoughts from the reader

Author Notes: Written day 7 of @societyfolklore and @soelstress's Sexy September Scribbles challenge. All pieces must be 300 words or less. Prompt in bold-italics. Credit to @stargazingfangirl18 for helping me spiral over him and contributing to some of CEO!Steve's dialogue.

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You’ve been in the CEO’s office for fifteen minutes, laptop open, fielding a Slack firestorm about the new launch, when the man finally barrels in.

“Sorry!” Steve says, all six-foot-something of him with wet hair, gym shirt stretched over a chest with rippling muscles that taper to his waist, gym bag slung over his shoulder. His executive assistant Bucky Barnes follows behind, already taking the bag, his other hand holding a hanger with a shirt, tie, and suit coat.

It’s almost nine. Steve is supposed to be on a Zoom in exactly three minutes.

He looks at you, blue eyes bright, “Refresh me on the decks?”

You start reciting the key points: revenue projections, partner integration testing, the “optimistic” market share estimates, all while trying not to be distracted by the way Steve peels his shirt over his head, or the flash of golden skin and damp abs.

Steve pulls on the oxford, buttoning up each of the buttons with swift but meticulous care while he listens. He always listens so intently, eyes fixed on you even as Bucky hands him the tie.

You try not to stare, mostly because it’s useless. Steve radiates so much charm you’re sure you could die of it. Even if you did let your eyes flicker to his hands (big, competent) or his abs (were there twenty blocks there?), he’d never notice. It’s why he didn’t mind stripping in front of you. He didn’t know he’d said, “Don’t you dare come until I say so,” in your dreams last night.

You don’t cross your legs to squeeze your thighs together.

Steve grins. The effect is devastating. “Thanks, sweetheart, you’re a lifesaver, dunno what I’d do without you,” he says, slipping into the jacket Bucky holds for him and taking the seat at his desk.

All my previous scribbles have been SMUTTY, but this one is only SEXY. But yesterday's photos from TIFF have me thinking of a soft!dark CEO billionaire Steve Rogers... and I think I'm going to drop quite a few scribbles of him throughout the rest of the month if we like him... What do you think?

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[remmicksmuse]

ROUND 2 !

pairing: military!steve rogers x wife!reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: manhandling, full nelson, overstim, oral(fem receiving), fingering, slight degradation

summary: it’s been a year since you’ve seen your husband and he just got home, but he’s so much taller and bigger. his new body makes your mind go wild and wonder what new things he can do now.

notes: i’m watching captain america:the first avenger and steve rogers looks so fine i HAD to write something. and i had to keep splitting up paragraphs because tumblr said they were too long…also this takes place back in 1943. DADDY’S HOME

life has been so lonely & boring since steve left for war. now all you left have of him is some of his clothes and small pictures of him and you spread around the house. going to bed alone felt painful enough so you slept with his picture next to you sometimes. it was especially hard when you felt needy and no one was there but your pillow. you were thinking about asking your neighbor, who always flirts with you any chance they get, for help but you could never cheat on steve, not after how sweet he is to you. it’s was getting late so you headed downstairs to make yourself dinner. you made alfredo for yourself and prepared a plate. you took a seat at your dining take and stared at the picture of your husband. every night, you pray he’s still alive and comes back home soon. suddenly you hear a knock at the front door. your eyes dart up in panic, you don’t want to get your hopes up and think he’s finally home but rarely anyone visits you unless it’s a friend & your friends never show up at 10PM. you slowly arise from your chair and walk to the door. before your nervous hand reaches the door, you hear a click and the door slowly opens.

“steve, is that you?” you ask peeking from being the door. it’s dark outside so you can’t see his face, but you can see his silhouette. the man is tall & buff, and you can’t stop staring at his biceps. he starts to walk towards you slowly as you step away from him. once you both are under the light, his face is more clearer and you realize your husband is finally home. “did you miss me?” he says softly as places his hand on your waist and pulls you towards him. your at a loss of words and embrace him into a hug. for the first time, you weren’t on the same level as him. “what happened to you? i knew you’d look a little bigger after war but this is completely different!” you have so many questions but your honestly trying to stop yourself from smothering his handsome face with kisses, and something else. “it’s a long story, but my only focus is you”he sweet talks, which makes your heart flutter and his words go right to your core. “well if you’re hungry, i made-”you start before he gently pushes you against the island in the kitchen and kisses you with his soft lips. the way he was kissing made you feel like you were having your first kiss. the first you both kisses, you kisses him first and you could easily reach his lips, but it felt so different this time because you had to get on your toes to reach him, nearly having to jump. chris trapped you between his muscular arms and held you in place as he kissed you. the more he held you there, the more you felt your arousal build higher & higher. you felt him slowly glide his hands down your waist and tug on the waistband of your pajamas pants. you break away from the kiss and look at him in shock. “where did all this confidence come from, last time we tried to have sex, you could barely get it up last time and you were just so nervous”you mocked but he just smiled at you with pure lust in his eyes. “trust me, i’m not that guy anymore sweetheart, and now that i’m back i’ll give you all the love you’ve been needing this time”he murmured. before you argue back, chris’s hand is creeping into your panties and starts rubbing slow circles onto your pussy. the sudden feeling makes your legs feel weak and your lips fall open. you can’t help but feel chris’s eyes peering at you, “does this feel good?”he asks after he slides his fingers inside but you barely processes what he’s saying to you because you’re so caught up in this pleasure you’ve never experienced so you just eagerly nod. before he fully fulfills your needs, he picks you up over his shoulder and walks up the stairs. the loss of his fingers make you whine and you clench around nothing. “shh, i’ll let you finish once we get to the bedroom” he whispers.

he holds you in place on his shoulder with his arm and pushes open the door with his other. he tosses you onto the bed before he takes off his shirt. his chest and his abs make you stare in awe, he’s so strong and firm now that he’s back from the war. “are you gonna take off your clothes or do i have to do that for you too while you stare at me?”his words make you get out of head and you scramble to take off clothes. now you just left with your panties on and sitting on the bed with your knees to your chest. he climbs over to you on the bed and gently pushes you back. once he pulls your soaked panties down & throws them next to your pile of clothes, he pulls you closer to him and spreads your legs open, “no need to be shy, i see you’re not the only one that misses me” he says before placing a kiss on your pussy. feeling his lips on you makes you squirm but chris’s firm hands are holding you in place. his lips start making out with your cunt and you can’t help but whine. you were so shocked how good he was making you feel you wondered how his dick would feel inside you. chris wanted you to sound even more louder as he felt your hips slowly rocking against his face so his licks got more sloppier and wet. the amount of pleasure made your back arch and your thighs tried to close but his big hands held your legs in place. “s-steve, i’m g-gonna-”you cried and he picked up his pace at your words. “mhm, c’mon” he hummed against you and the vibrations from his lips make your tummy feel warm and sends you over the edge, making you squirt against his face. you don’t even realize you squirted before you sit up against your elbows & notice the smile on his face with your juices all over his chin. “oh chris, i’m sorry i’ve never done that before i-”you panic before apologizing but chris cuts you. “don’t apologize, i’m planning on making you do that again, but this time with my dick” he interrupts and take his pants off. as soon as his boxers come off, his cock springs free and stands tall against his toned abs. “on your hands and knees, facing the headboard”he instructs and do as he says while your thighs still quivered.

“can you feel that?” he whispers as he nudges his tip against your hole. he knows you can’t answer since he’s pushing your head into the pillow under you but the size of his dick makes you gulp. you feel the big stretch as he slowly pushes his cock inside you and before you can feel any pain, he drops a hand down and rubs your clit so you can still feel pleasure. once he finds his rhythm in his thrusts, he slowly picks up the pace. the only thing being heard inside the room is the sound of your soaked pussy squelching around him. all this pleasure makes your tummy feel tingly and like it’s going to explode. “n-ngh i c-can’t take it, s’too much!”you complain but he only goes faster. his thrusts are getting so rough, he almost knocks you off the bed. you try to grab & hold on to the sheets to get away from from the overstimulation but steve notices and pulls you up against his chest & wraps his bicep around your neck, putting you in a chokehold. “c’mon you can’t get away from me yet, i just got you back” he coos as you paw against his thick bicep. he’s not choking you enough to hurt you or make you pass out, it’s only enough to make you cough and makes you moan even louder if you move too much. soon enough he’s moving his hips as fast as he can against your ass. there’s nothing else you can do but sit there and take his cock deep inside your tummy as whimpers fall fast your lips. chris places a warm hand on your tummy and rubs it, “can you see that, there’s a bulge inside of you”he says but your brain is all fuzzy and your so cockdrunk you don’t hear what he’s saying. all you’re physically capable of doing is nodding. your so overstimulating and dizzy, his cock is making you see stars. steve feels your legs shaking and your hole fluttering around him and he starts to rub your clit. all the attention on your clit makes whine and even shred a couple tears because it’s feel like it’s so much. once he starts rubbing your nipples, you feel yourself gushing all over his cock. you whine from the relief before he unwraps his arm from around your neck and lets your body fall forward & relax against the bed. the release leaves you panting and struggling to catch your breathe. he starts to rub your back before throwing the covers over you as he watching you shiver. “i’m right here, let me know if you need anything,” he says as he scoots under the covers and cuddles your fucked out body. “and don’t underestimate me again or i’m not going easy on you next time sweetheart” he warns as you drift off to sleep from exhaustion.

[ramp-it-up]

Call Me Captain When I...

Summary: You were Steve's subordinate, but you'd met as friends. And Steve needs your help with something.

Pairing: Early CATWS era Captain Steve Rogers x SHEILD Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. S MUT! Early CATWS Steve, talk of politics, flashbacks, groping while asleep, Not-so Inexpereinced-ish Steve, Dom Steve, Friends to lovers, angst, mutual pining, fluff, Captain and Sir kink, pulling rank, uniform kink, talking in sleep, masturbation, sex toy, voyeurism, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, oral s ex (m receiving), raw p in v, intimations of female receiving oral.

A/N: This was supposed to be the conclusion to Greatest, but this popped in my head. This is set very soon after he first meets Sam and is still getting adjusted to the world. Also, I am not in the military and know nothing really of proper uniform or officer/subordinate address or etiquette. This is pure fantasy. Hope you like it. HBD Steve! 😁

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You woke up with a start, mouth dry, burning hot and seriously needing to pee. 

You weren’t sick; the cause of your discomfort was the 240 pound super soldier next to you. You looked over to see Steve Rogers’ sleeping face six inches away from yours on the chaise lounge of your sofa, the blue glow from your smart tv’s home screen bathing his face in eerie light. 

You allowed yourself two minutes to admire the man you had come to have a huge problematic crush on in such a short time.

You smiled to think of the first time you saw him in person as he wandered into the Information Technology Division of S.H.I.E.L.D., which you were running. 

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He wasn’t in uniform, but who he was and his rank was unmistakable. Everyone rose when he entered. You watched him investigate the division by wandering around and looking at soldier’s workstation screens, reading files on desks, which was fine. The venerated Captain Steve Rogers had just about as high a clearance as anyone in the room.

You recognized the look on his face, a mixture of awe and earnestness, and something happened with your heart.

You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like to wake up, 70 years out of your own time. You watched his face, noting the anxiety, but mirroring his slight smile when he saw the book stacks at the rear of the room. Something like relief overtook his features. He scanned the room, calculating that the stacks went quite a way back into the facility, then he sized up the size of the troops in the division. 

You commanded 24 soldiers who helped you to oversee a good amount of basic historical, and quite a lot of classified information for SHIELD. You were too busy watching Steve’s face when his eyes found yours, and were caught off guard when he addressed you although you should not have been.

“Looks like you have quite the mission, Lieutenant.”

You snapped to attention and responded. 

“Yes, Sir. Information is key for the success of SHIELD, and we take pride in our work.”

“At ease.” 

Captain Rogers stood before you as you adjusted to parade rest. 

“I hear you do great work, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

There was an awkward silence.

“I need some help.”

“Sir?”

Steve huffed, annoyed at your formality. He looked around to see your entire division staring.

“Can we go into your office?”

“Of course, Sir.”

Once the door was closed, Steve had to address this first point, even though his body thrilled when you called him ‘Sir.’”

“You don’t need to be so formal, you know. You and I are friends, aren’t we?”

At the dulcet tone in his voice, you looked him in the eye, although you remained at parade rest. You knew that your troops were looking through your window. Steve noticed that your blinds were open and went to close them, which irritated you. That would only arouse suspicion.

Steve quickly admired your body in your work greens, eyes scanning from your boots up your pants, which were tailored very well out of necessity, to your shirt as he marveled how your buttons stayed closed. He chuckled as he had the same problem himself.

Your eyes were on him as his made their way to your face.

“You said you needed something, Captain?”

He almost groaned at that address. He needed you, spread out on his bed, calling him Captain and begging him to fuck you. But he had to play it cool. 

“I have this problem. And only you can help me with it.”

Steve had no idea how much that sounded like a line, so he barrelled ahead. He needed you, and he knew it from the moment he saw you at Sam’s house party the night before. The fact that you introduced yourself as a librarian endeared you to him, and the kind way that you talked to him all night about historical events of the 20th and 21st century cemented your place in his heart. He even adopted Sam’s nickname for you, Libby the librarian.

“I need a tutor.”

He’d piqued your interest.

“Sir?”

This time his groan was audible. That cute little head tilt was driving him crazy. And your braids up in that neat braid bun. You were wound tight at work.He wanted to have them down, waving along your ass and hypnotizing like they were last night. He wanted to wrap them around his hand as he….

You were going to be the death of him. He cleared his throat.

“I need someone to bring me up to speed. Someone who can help me understand this brave new world we have here.”

You didn’t respond, your eyes just scanned his face. He continued talking to fill the void.

“I mean, I wake up, and everything is different, society, technology, women, hell, even the president…”

“You never dreamed we’d have a black president, did you?”

You were toe to toe with him now, an equal in the field of knowledge, superior to him in history and culture. Steve liked this feeling. He really needed you.

“Honestly. No. I’ve missed the history that would lead me there. That’s why I need you.”

You bristled slightly, straightening your posture again and looking at the wall. Steve caught the vibe.

“This is not a command. I’m coming to you as a new friend that I thought we both gained last night. I want help. I’m asking you. Not as my subordinate, but as a friend. Please, Libby.”

Steve’s earnest plea melted you on the inside. You gave up trying to keep him at arm's length. You knew it was not appropriate what you did last night in your bedroom as you thought of the conversation with him last night. His voice, his eyes, those lips. And you did not overlook that body beneath his button up shirt and khakis. 

But he’d made it clear that you were friends and you would rock with that. Besides, you wanted to help America’s number one soldier see all sides of what he was fighting for. 

He needed to see the truth.

“Alright. One evening a week. Thursdays good for you?”

You walked around your desk and grabbed a post it note and started writing.

Steve was elated and nodded until you looked up at him and he responded verbally.

“Yes.”

He kind of liked you in control. It might be that much more pleasureable to subdue you. He shook his head, surprised at his own thoughts.

“Great.” 

You tore off a note and handed it to him.

“Order these books. Have one read, doesn’t matter which, by this Thursday and meet me at Pete’s Deli at 5:30.”

“Thank you.”

You smiled at him and Steve thought he was going to kneel at your feet.

“Don’t thank me yet until you’ve survived one of my very serious debates.”

“Sounds grueling.”

“You have no idea.”

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Over the last four months, you and Steve debated, argued, went through periods of needing space from each other, and late nights texting about tons of topics and cultural events during “the ice years,” as Steve called them. It was almost like a marriage.

You’d graduated from books, to Ted Talks, to movies, to videos on tons of topics and Steve was developing quite the knowledge base. 

You were proud of him, he digested information, reasoned it out, and didn’t become a carbon copy of you, but a well informed, better Steve Rogers. 

And fuck all, that made him even hotter.

Now, you were moving to the popular culture portion of your tutoring, and the night before you’d started the 1980’s/Spike Lee movie portion of your lessons. 

You’d binged She’s Gotta Have It, School Daze, and fell asleep halfway through Do The Right Thing. Now you were trapped between the arm of your couch and a 240 lb heat generator super strong super soldier.

You inched out from under Steve’s thick thigh, which was thrown over your legs, and was about to be able to escape when he turned over, his hand grabbing your boob and his fingers skillfully finding your thickened nub.

“Thank God for the right nipple. Thank God for the left nipple…”

You froze, but then remembered that was a line from the movie, and continued trying to escape without waking Steve up. He couldn’t be held responsible for his subconscious.

“Libby, wanna suck your nipples…please..”

You froze again. Well this was a development. Steve’s subconscious was trying to slide.

“Call me Captain when I suck your nipples. Sir when you suck me off…”

You managed to get up and you stood there, watching Steve, who was snoring now, and had no idea what he’d just said. You shook your head at the fact that he hadn’t learned the power of grey sweat pants.

In a daze, you walked to the bathroom and somehow ended up in the shower before you realized you had a guest. You were trying to process, and it was just a coincidence that your Leelo was in there. You’d be able to slake your hunger and clean up before he awoke.

Steve woke up, confused for a minute, and noticed that it was 4 am. 

He was on your couch with a Giant boner, and someone was in the shower. He stood up, stretched and went to your kitchen for a bottle of water when he heard you moan. 

Wanting to make sure that you were okay, Steve went to your slightly open bathroom door and got an earful.

“Ohhhh. Fuck, Captain, yessssss.”

Steve’s heart began to beat as he took a peek in at you through the clear glass of your shower, back against the wall as you held a sex toy to your pussy. The sight made him forget to breahe. The way you convulsed made his dick jump in his sweats. He rubbed himself to try and calm down, but your voice making those pretty sounds made him grab himself and chase friction against his clothes.

“Yes, Sir… would love to…suck… you…. offfff….fuck, Steve….!”

The sound of his name as you came made him feral and he hit his hand against the door frame. 

You stopped what you were doing as you looked toward the door. Steve used his best stealth tactics to go back to the couch, and that’s where he was when you came out of the bathroom in your robe.

“How much did you hear? Did you see anything?”

The way he was looking at you told you everything.

“I’m sorry, Steve. You were talking in your sleep, because of the movies. I got heated at what you said. Needed to relieve some tension. I understand if you want to stop meeting up. I’ve not been professional. Or a friend.”

“What did I say?”

“Hunh?”

Steve stood up and walked toward you. His voice was so deep. 

“What did I say when I was asleep?”

You gulped, but then you just said it.

“You said that you wanted to… suck my nipples and you said, ‘call me Captain when I suck your nipples. Sir when you suck me off…’”

Steve was closer now. 

“That wasn’t because of the movies.”

His hand was above you on the wall and you were staring up into his impossible blue eyes, which seemed to be shining in the dim light.

“It’s what I want to happen.”

“S-steve?”

Steve’s hand went to your hair, loosening the bun that you’d made for the shower.

“But I figured you only wanted to be friends, y’know?

“We are friends. That’s what you established when you came to my office…”

Steve fisted your braids in his hand and drew your head toward his. 

“I needed your help, true. But I was trying to get close to you without knowing how to make my move. Didn’t think you wanted me too, but what I just saw you doing in that bathroom. What I heard you saying, Libby…”

He stopped, his lips mere centimeters from yours.

“Christ, do you know how that ruined me?”

You whimpered in your throat and closed the distance between you.

If a supersoldier could slam someone against the wall gently, that is what Steve Rogers did to you as his lips and tongue explored yours. Your hands found his hair and tugged as he pulled yours, and your body pressed against his.

Steve pressed soft kisses all along your face. When he finally reached your lips, he teased you, barely touching them, causing you to whimper. He deepened the kiss, his tongue licking at yours, daring it to follow. Your mind was completely blown, and when you separated for air, Steve asked a question.

“So. Can you call me Captain when I suck your nipples? Sir when you suck me off?”

Your eyes met his and you made a silent agreement.

“Oh Yes, Sir.”

“Hmmmmmm.” 

Steve closed his eyes and groaned.

“Good girl. Correct answer.”

Steve kissed you again and this time his hands explored your body too. Your skin was moist and hot from the shower, and he ignited it even more. You writhed against him, brushing your nipples against his chest, causing them to swell and thicken. He groaned into your mouth, and it sent a pool of desire straight to your core. His hard cock pressed into your thigh insistently, and you reached into his sweats to wrap your hand around the rigid length of it.

“Jesus….” 

Steve’s ragged breath huffed into your face as his hand found your breasts and weighed them, rolling each of your nipples between his thumbs. You continued to stroke him, causing his hips to jerk up into your palm, beads of moisture helping to lubricate your hand as you stroked him as best you could, struggling to grip his girth. 

“Is this gonna fit in my mouth? In my pussy?”

Steve growled and kissed you again, his fingers parting your robe and dipping between your thighs. You shivered as first, one impossibly long thick finger slipped inside your slick heat, then two.

“We’ll make it work. You are so wet. So ready. And that mouth. If I can just experience you trying, I’d struggle not to blow my load, Libby. M’ struggling right now with just your hand.” 

“Let’s go to my bed.”

“Give me one now.”

“But-”

“What did I just say Lieutenant? Who is in command?”

Lust rocked your body at Steve pulling rank. You whimpered again.

“You are, Captain.”

“That’s right. Now stay here, and take this like the soldier you are.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Steve rewarded you with a kiss and then trailed more down your neck, moving south. He paused, his breath warming the skin over one of your swollen peaks. You were in agony.

“Captain, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Please let me feel your lips.”

“As you wish.” 

You writhed as he kissed everywhere except where you wanted him. You tugged on his hair, which did nothing to dissuade him from his mission of driving you crazy. 

“I love that you are so desperate for me, Lib. So damn attractive.”

He hovered over your nipple as he teased it with the hot air from his mouth, looking up at you with those blue, blue eyes.

“You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Captain!”

Steve added his thumb to the mix of his fingers pumping in and out of you. He kept the pace consistent, no matter how much you tried to move against his fingers. Chuckling, he finally settled his lips around your nipple and hallowed his cheeks as he drew you into his mouth, causing your pussy to shudder to gush over his fingers as you came.

“C-captain!”

“Yes, Doll?” 

“N-need you to fuck me. Please.” 

“Who’s in command?” 

He grazed your nipple with his teeth. 

“You, Captain, I—” 

Steve withdrew his fingers from your cunt.

“Can you call me Sir first?”

You looked into his eyes and suddenly you wanted nothing more. You dropped to your knees in your living room, not caring how the hardwood felt on your knees. Relishing it, even.

Steve pushed your robe off your shoulders and it pooled around you as you watched him take off his t-shirt and pull down his sweats and boxers. You practically drooled at the sight of the thick tan staff in front of your face.

You watched Steve’s thick fingers grab the base of himself and squeeze and you looked up to see him clenching his jaw.

“You’ are trying to make me blow my load on your face with those eyes of yours, Lieutenant. Maybe I should ask you again. Who is in charge here?” 

“You Sir. Let me taste you, please?”

You were topping him with a request, but Steve let it slide as his cock slid past your lips and tongue.

“So fucking hot. Isn’t that what the kids say?”

Steve took your head in his hands as you put your hands behind your back and let him fuck your face. You hummed an acknowledgement as Steve groaned above you. Your pussy was sopping wet at this point.

Steve let go of your head and braced himself against the wall as he warned you through clenched teeth.

“Do you want this? Because… it….fuck… here it comes….”

You prepared yourself and swallowed quite a lot of Steve’s cum, which tasted surprisingly good. You moaned your approval as he gave you his spend.

He grasped himself again and pulled his still hard cock out of your mouth as you grinned up at him. 

“I could do that all day, Doll." He licked his lips as he looked down at you.

"Where is your bedroom again?”

You smiled and took his hand as he helped you to stand, and he followed you to your bedroom, nodding his head toward your California king.

“Get on the bed.”

Steve watched as you obeyed and stroked himself. Then, he kneeled beside you and ran his fingers along your body.

“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about this.”

You rolled under his touch, desire consuming you.

“Please…Steve”

Steve sighed, but secretly thrilled that his dream was coming true. You were begging him for it.

“I thought you knew what this was, who was in charge…”

He rolled your nipple and then pinched it when you said,

"You are, Sir!"

Steve rolled his big body over yours, supporting himself with his arms over your head. His cock nudged your wet slit, and he swore. 

“So damn good, Doll.” 

You moved your hips, trying for friction, or the goal, penetration, desperate now. 

“Please, Steve, don’t make me wait. I need you. I’m yours.”

Steve stilled, and looked into your eyes.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that…that you’re mine?” 

His tongue licked at your bottom lip before he kissed you. 

“I’m not letting you go.” 

His hips started moving, sliding his rigid member through your folds before testing your entrance. His eyes stuttered closed at the resistance there and at the way you slowly yielded open for him. Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you out like never before, fully sliding into you.

You both gasped as he bottomed out, and you gazed at each other, getting lost in the moment. You knew you would never be the same as you met Steve’s thrusts and he didn’t break eye contact as he stroked you to the most mind-numbing orgasm you’d ever had, embarrassingly quickly. 

Steve stroked lazily for a few minutes before he pulled out, turned you over and admired your back, tenderly kissing your shoulder blades.

“You are so beautiful. Everywhere.”

He lined up to your sopping wet pussy and slowly breached you again.

“What is the proper response, Lieutenant?”

“To what, Sir?”

Steve’s head dropped so that his hair brushed your neck and his tongue traced your spine, causing you to arch your back as he slid all of the way home.

“To the statement of fact that you are beautiful. Everywhere.”

His voice was a desperate groan, and so sexy.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, and kept your mouth open, searching for air because you almost forgot how to breathe.

Steve smacked your ass.

“That’s not correct.”

He was going hard now, and his voice was strained. He was close.

“Y-yes, Sirrrrrrr!”

You came again, pussy clutching Captain America’s cock. Steve became the most profane you’d ever heard him.

“Feels so fucking good, Doll. Love this ass, and this tight, wet, pussy. Fuckkkkk!”

Steve roared as you felt his hot ropes of cum spurt inside you, triggering yet another orgasm.

“Oh my goddd!”

You collapsed and Steve moved so that you were still connected, but on your sides.

“We’ve got to finish the movie. Need to find out what happens with Mookie…”

"Yes, Sir."

But Steve was falling asleep, and you looked over your shoulder at the super soldier who looked more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. You kissed his arm, which was wound around you, and which was holding you tight.

—--

The next Thursday, you were in your office when you heard a commotion. You looked out of your window as you saw Captain Rogers striding toward your office, this time in uniform, his hat under his arm. You closed your blinds and went to stand outside the door of your space as he moved nearer to you.

Damn. You should never have told Steve how much him being in uniform affected you.

“Captain Rogers, this is a surprise.”

You kept your eyes straight ahead as you stood at attention and he moved around you.

“I need your help again, Lieutenant. In your office. Now.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“At ease.”

You relaxed as Steve put his hat on your desk, advanced upon you, putting his hands on your waist as he kissed you silly while easily lifting you and placing you on your desk. He backed up to take a look at you as you crossed your legs.

“I’m here to inspect your uniform today, Lieutenant. From this view, it looks splendid.”

“Thank you, Sir.” 

You straightened your torso and pulled on your jacket, but you knew that he was speaking about the fact that you’d worn a skirt today, as he requested.

“I’m interested to see if you followed all instructions.”

Steve’s hands were on your thighs and he pulled them apart and got on his knees before you. He smiled and licked his lips as he saw that you were in fact, not wearing any underwear. He also could smell your arousal and opened his mouth to breathe it in. He was transfixed. You snapped him out of it when you asked him a question.

“You said you needed help, Sir?”

He looked up at your cocky grin.

“Yes, lieutenant. Need you to help me with a new term I came across today in my reading. Cunnilingus?”

“Y-yes, Sir. Of course Sir.”

It was all you could say as Captain Steve Rogers inspected your uniform from underneath your skirt.

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[matchpointfaist]

⛧ kinktober day 11... breeding kink starring steve rogers

warnings: breeding kink, smut, oral m receiving, fingering, dom sub vibes, lowkey choking, kinda degradation i guess, squirting, pet names, avenger reader (she does mind control but it isn’t plot important), enemies to lovers lowkey but they’ve hooked up before, slightly out of character steve but not too far off i think just nomad steve vibes

wc: 2k

notes: steve rogers brrrrrrrr brain empty

steve was, possibly, the nicest man in the world. he seemed to like everyone, always passing a smile or lending a helping hand, offering up words of encouragement to anyone who needed them. he never lost his friendly, easygoing kindness, even in his tumultuous line of work. that all changed, though, the second you walked into the tower. you were the antithesis of everything he’d worked so hard to stand for. where he was all wide smiles and soft gestures, you were rigid posture and one word replies. it wasn’t that you were cruel, not at all. you just didn’t seem to buy into the whole ‘family’ thing the rest of them had going on. he thought it would change after a few weeks, thought you’d open up, come around. you reminded him of bucky, in a way, a little slow to start but ultimately kind.

you had powers that he didn’t quite understand, which only added to the mystery that surrounded you. no one had bothered to brief him, no one had explained why exactly you’d make such a good asset. but then, the first time on the field, he’d watched you convince a gunman to drop his weapon with only a strong, confident word. it stuck in his mind for days, the way you had spoken the command into his head. when he found you in the training room the next day, headphones in your ears and a focused expression on your face as you stretched, he had a brief moment of hesitation at the mere thought of you getting into his head. he pushed it away, though, pacing over to you slowly. “that was really interesting, what you did yesterday,” he said once you pulled out your headphones, “i didn’t know about your abilities.” “i figured someone told you,” you blinked up at him, “thank you, i guess.” “hey, i know we haven’t really gotten off on the best foot-“ you stood, then, raising a hand to interrupt him, “look, steve, i’m sure you’re super great. i’ve heard all the stories. i’m just not here to make friends, okay? no hard feelings.” and then you disappeared, leaving your yoga mat rolled out on the floor and steve standing, dumbstruck and speechless.

he didn’t speak to you again until the holiday party in the tower. you stood in the corner, red lipstick staining the rim of your wine glass, only offering brief, cordial smiles but dodging conversation. he stepped to your side, nursing a beer, clearing his throat quietly. “enjoying yourself?” he asked, fingers swiping through the condensation on his bottle. “it’s a nice party “ you said after a moment, “do you all do this every year?” “yeah, we think it’s important to get together. some of these guys, me included, don’t have a family to go home to for christmas. this helps make up for that.” you met his eyes, a faint ghost of a smile on your face, “that’s nice. i’m sure they appreciate it.” there was a lull, but you managed to pick up conversation, though he was sure it was only due to your constantly refilled wine glass. what he didn’t expect, though, was for you to follow him to his room when he retired, standing beside him in the hallway, so close that it felt like you were just daring him to touch you. when he finally gave in, kissing you slowly, you melted into his arms, all that rigidity he’d grown used to disappearing for a moment. “this is a one time thing,” you panted when he helped you into his room, pushing you against the door, “it can’t happen again.” he ignored it, though he knew, distantly, that it was true. you didn’t seem the type to make the same mistake twice.

after a particularly tough mission, you’d retreated from everyone for days, staying locked in your room on the highest floor of the tower, not coming out for dinner or to train. for all he knew, you could’ve been dead up there. it drove him insane, the absence of you, the lack of your chilling gaze on his back when he walked ahead, the empty space when everyone sat down for a debrief. he knew he’d screwed up. the mission had gone sideways, and he’d abandoned the objective to run to your side as you lied unconscious on the concrete. when you woke, you’d scolded him with an unrelenting, harsh anger, pacing and spitting cold words at him. “you’d think you’d have more common sense, since you’re the leader of this team,” you’d hissed, “jesus, steve. are you thinking like a hero or thinking with your dick?” “it’s not about that!” he’d argued, “someone from my team was down, i would’ve done it for any one of you.” “yeah, well,” you laughed bitterly, “don’t fucking worry about me. i’ve told you a million times.” you hadn’t looked at him on the flight back to new york, not when you were getting treated in the med wing, not when he stopped in to check on you. you’d just hid yourself away, silent and stubborn.

on the seventh night, he caved, dragging himself up to your room and knocking firmly on the door. “busy,” you called, voice hoarse as if it hadn’t been used. he guessed it really hadn’t. “let me in,” he said through the wood, “just for a minute.” “i said i’m busy, rogers,” you said sharply, and he could hear you rustling around, “come back later.” “no, it is later. you’ve been in here for days,” and then, going against all of his chivalrous instincts, he opened your door, letting himself in and closing it flatly behind him. “don’t you listen?” you snapped, and he finally looked right at you, his breath faltering. you were in an oversized shirt from what he guessed was your old high school, the fabric brushing your bare thighs, your hair hanging in loose curls around your face. “i was worried about you,” he finally said, “you haven’t been out in days.” “yeah, take a hint. maybe i didn’t want to be bothered,” you said, not meeting his eyes. his gaze drifted over you to the bandage still wrapped around your upper arm, interrupting the expanse of smooth skin. “are you feeling okay?” he asked, taking a step closer cautiously, “have you been changing your bandages?” “i’m not a child, rogers,” you spat, “i can take care of myself, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“hey,” the firmness in his own voice surprised him, “i know you’ve got your whole lone wolf thing going on, but that’s now how things work, alright? you’re part of a team, my team, and i’m not gonna stand by and watch you get hurt, or watch you sulk in your room for a week. that’s not how things work around here.” “do you really care that much? or are you just angry at me?” you challenged, glaring at him, your cheeks tinged pink. “why on earth would i be angry at you?” he scoffed, genuinely confused. “you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about that night. you’re probably angry it never happened again,” god, you were stubborn, “that’s no excuse to come up here having a fit, pretending to care about my very minor injury.” “you think that’s what this is about?” he laughed in disbelief, “yeah, of course i think about that night. i think about it every day, every time i see you, every time i close my eyes. is that what you want to hear, sweetheart? you want to hear that i want you? because i guarantee that has nothing to do with my concern for you. believe it or not, i genuinely care.” you sat up straighter, your eyes darkening as you focused in on him, “you’re not in charge of me. drop the whole act, it’s exhausting.” he stiffened, pausing before crossing the room, his large hand wrapping around your neck just enough to hold your attention. “listen to me,” he hissed, voice low, “as long as you are here, a part of my avengers, you will not go off on missions alone. you will not refuse treatment, you will not skip briefings because you’re angry. do you understand?” when you didn’t nod, his hand tightened slightly, just enough that he could feel your pulse pitter pattering on his fingers, “i asked you a question, sweetheart. answer me.”

“i understand,” you finally said, swallowing as your eyes met his, pupils wide and lips parted, “now let me go.” the words seemed to flip a switch in him, and he released you immediately, though he had no prior intention to. “did you just-“ he stopped, laughing sarcastically, “you do not use your powers on me.” “i think i just did,” you murmured, feigning casualty, “sorry about that, captain.” he grabbed your throat again, harder this time, gritting his teeth as he glared down at you, “see if you can do your little trick when your mouth is full,” he hissed, “you want that, hm? is that what it’s gonna take to get through your thick fucking skull that you’re not in charge here? do i need to fill up that pretty mouth?” you didn’t answer, but he could feel a shift, could see the way you seemed to get all empty headed and relaxed at his words. “oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” he hummed, the hand on your throat coming to cup your jaw as his other hand undid his belt, “you just needed someone to put you in you place, sweetheart. i can see it all over you.” your lips parted almost involuntarily when he pulled his cock free of his boxers, stroking it slowly with one hand, the other tapping his thumb against your open lips. “tell me you want it,” he said hoarsely, “i need to hear it.” “want it,” you said breathlessly, “want you.”

with your confirmation, he settled one hand on the back of your head, guiding you down to his length. you opened up for him immediately, your jaw open achingly wide as you took him into your mouth, tongue flattening against him as he slid all the way to your throat. “there you go,” he praised, watching you through lidded eyes, “knew you’d have a perfect mouth, honey. should’ve had you like this the first time.” you made a muffled, quiet sound, something like a moan, running the tip of your tongue along his vein as you worked him in your mouth. “oh, god, just like that,” he groaned, “you were made for this, weren’t you? acting all tough, but you’re right at home on your knees for me.” quiet, sloppy wet sounds filled the room as you gagged around him, tears brimming your eyes, one escaping down your cheek. he collected it with his thumb, rubbing it away, “you okay, sweetheart? am i too big, hm?” you shook your head as much as you could manage, taking him deeper just to demonstrate that you could handle it, lapping at him as you hollowed your cheeks. “that’s fuckin perfect,” he rasped, “god, honey, i gotta stop you. i can’t finish before i get inside you.” he pulled you off of him gently, a string of spit connecting your slick lips to his tip.

he pushed you back on the bed, pulling the shirt over his head and pushing yours up, groaning when he saw the wet spot on your cotton underwear. “you’re so wet,” he murmured, slipping his hand beneath the fabric, “is this all from sucking my cock, sweetheart? tell me.” “yes,” you whined, eyes screwed shut when he slid a thick finger inside you, your walls fluttering around him, “all for you.” “good,” he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “gimme a kiss, honey. c’mere.” you scrambled closer, kissing him messily as he made a mess of your cunt, his thumb circling your puffy clit. he swallowed up your constant stream of moans, tongue sliding against yours, spit slicking his chin. “come on, baby,” he murmured between kisses, “come on my fingers.” you kissed him even harder as your high approached, teeth clashing, arching onto him. you came with a shudder, spasming around his fingers, moaning incessantly against his mouth. “you came so easy,” he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean as you watched with wide eyes, “you must’ve wanted that real bad, hm? have you been thinking about it as much as i have?” he didn’t need you to answer. it was written all over him, he already knew. he parted your thighs further, tearing off your soaked underwear and tossing them aside, nestling between your legs. “steve, please,” you whined, eyes watery.

“you need it that bad, sweetheart? aw, don’t cry,” he ran his tip through your folds, teasing your pulsing clit, “gonna ruin this pretty pussy.” with that, he pushed inside you, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he split you open. “oh, yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, “that’s what i’ve been missing.” “you’re so big,” you mewled, gripping onto his hand as he slid his fingers into yours, “steve, ‘s too much.” “it’s not too much, sweet girl. you’ve taken it before,” he coaxed, his free hand slowly moving to push your legs open, spreading you open even more. you were on full display for him, pussy fluttering and twitching with each movement of his hips, knees pushed to your chest. your eyes rolled back as he dragged himself through your walls, tip hitting your cervix. “oh my god,” you whimpered, “so good, i love it so much.” “i know, sweetheart,” he rasped, “you’re doing so good. this pussy was made for me.” he took his time, thrusting deep and slow, watching the way you shuddered and mewled with each nudge of his cock to that spongy spot inside of you. “gonna fill you up so good,” he panted, hair falling into his forehead, “god, baby, you’re gonna look so pretty dripping with my cum. that’s what you want, isn’t it? you wanna be full?” “please,” you moaned, grabbing at his bicep, “oh, please,”

“everybody’s gonna know you’re mine,” he moaned hoarsely, “gonna fuck you nice and full, gonna put a fuckin baby in you. you’d let me, wouldn’t you? you’re too fucked out to argue.” “yours,” was all you managed, “all yours, stevie.” “i know it,” he pounded into you roughly, “should make you walk around dripping my cum. maybe that’ll make you stop actin up, honey.” “oh,” you gasped loudly as he hit a particularly deep spot, your eyes widening, “steve, wait, i’m-“ he didn’t falter, and seconds later you soaked his cock and the sheets beneath you, squirting with each thrust of his hips. “oh, jesus,” he watched, dazed, nearly finishing at the sight, “perfect, you’re perfect. sweetest pussy in the world. i’m so close, baby, you’re so good.” “too much,” you clenched tight around him, another orgasm washing over you, “please, please, pl-“ you broke off into a sharp, pitchy moan as he came inside you with a raspy, wild groan, shooting his hot load into your welcoming walls. “fuck, take it,” he panted, “take it all, baby, come on.” the pleasure rolled over him, his muscles taut as he continued to pump out cum inside you, drawn out and nearly painful in intensity. he finally stopped, twitching and slowly pulling out, chest heaving. he watched through dark eyes as his cum dribbled out, joining yours on the sheet below you.

“can’t let that go to waste,” he tsk’d, carefully pushing two fingers inside you, forcing his cum back into you. you mewled, overstimulated clit twitching, walls sucking his fingers in. “look at you,” he praised, “little pussy’s so greedy, sweetheart. can’t get enough of me, can you?” “i can’t- i can’t cum again,” you whined, “please, ‘s too much.” “just making sure it takes, honey. be still f’me,” he soothed, fingers stilling deep inside you, “you feel it, hm? you feel stuffed full?” “so full,” you nodded, squeezing his fingers hard enough for drips of his cum to escape around the digits. “i’ll let it rest for now, sweet girl,” he pulled his fingers out slowly before raising them to your lips, “go on, clean them for me.” you obeyed, humming as you sucked them clean, the mix of your fluids sweet and salty on your tongue. “atta girl,” he rasped, lying down beside you, “so good for me. you gonna keep behaving like this?” “don’t push it,” you murmured, but you settled into his chest all the same, no real bite in your words. “you still hate me?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your messy hair. “always,” you whispered, taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent. “good,” he grinned, closing his eyes, “always.”

[ash5monster01]

Addicted To You

Pairing: Chris Evans x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, dirty talk, thigh riding, language, fluff, desperation, no use of y/n

Summary: Unable to keep dirty thoughts about your boyfriend at bay, when he provides an opportunity, you take it.

word count: 1.5k

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He had to know what he was doing, he just had to. There was no other explanation for the tight white T-shirt on his form and the way he leaned over you at dinner, his heavy cologne invading your senses and T-shirt tugging down to reveal his tattoos shaded in by heavy chest hair. Maybe it was just you, a desperate and aching need filling you at the idea of him. Already drunk off just his smell and the heavy way his accent lolled off his tongue. You were desperate for him, in literally anyway, imagining that same tongue that peeked out to lick his lips was somewhere on your body instead. 

It’s not long until the other dinner guests leave, you and Chris automatically in the habit of cleaning up after the fun night. You retrieve all the dishes and dump them in the sink, determined to have them all placed in the dishwasher while Chris collects empty beer bottles scattered around the home. You’re thankful for the distraction, arms wet to your elbows as you rinse each dish, mind no longer wandering on Chris’ broad body and all the things you want to with it. 

“Sorry,” Chris’ voice suddenly mutters, a hand falling to your hip as he presses his hard body against your back. His free hand reached above the both of you, opening the cupboard there to retrieve who knows what. The infiltration has you tightening your grip on the ledge of the sink, the curve of your ass fitting perfectly into the dip of his crotch. A perfect puzzle piece match and you can’t help the way your head droops and a sigh escapes your lips. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Chris either, realization dawned on him that you are putty in his hands. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice low and heavy in your ear. You gulp, trying to keep your voice steady and mind off of the fact you would do anything to desperately grind back into him right now. 

“Ye-yeah. I’m fine, just a little dizzy from the wine,” you say, eyes opening and offering a soft smile over your shoulder. He hasn’t moved away yet, fingers still wrapped around your waist, and he doesn’t realize he might just be the death of you. 

“Okay, you sure?” he asks, this time with less curiosity in his voice. It makes you question his reassurance until you feel him push tighter against you, hips lifting just a bit that you can now feel him under the curve of your ass. 

You don’t answer, unsure if any words could actually come out right now. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you grip the sink and Chris abandoned whatever it was he came to grab in favor of turning off the sink. His hand returns to hold the other side of your waist and it’s at this moment you realize how screwed you are. 

“I don’t think it’s the wine making you dizzy. I mean I’ve never seen you so desperate,” he mutters, hips rolling into you again while one of his hands trails to your stomach, pushing you tighter against him. This time you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips, your ears turn red from embarrassment but Chris just grins. Slowly his hand dips under your shirt, a large palm gliding up your stomach and rising the fabric with it. When he reaches the cup of your bra, your body finally stops fighting him, your ass grounding into him while your head flings back to rest against his shoulder. 

“It’s your fault,” you accuse, more whines leaving you as he lays his hand across your breast and offers a soft squeeze. 

“Yeah baby, how’s that?” he asks, lips closing on your neck and leaving the faintest of kisses. Cleaning the house has now been abandoned in favor of each other, a desperate need coming from you both. 

“You’re just so big and you smell so good. Every two seconds you had your chest in my face and I’m just a girl,” it’s nonsense, pure nonsense leaving your lips because what words are there to even say as he feels this good pressed against you. 

“So all night, you were just sitting there and imagining me in the most filthy ways?” he asks, a hand brushing some hair away from your shoulder so he could have more access to your neck. He continues to taste the skin there, sucking softly and soothing it over with his tongue. 

“Not exactly, I was imagining all the different ways I could use your big body to please mine,” you answer honestly, in too deep to go back now and a little dizzy with the idea he might actually give you what you wanted. 

“Care to show me?” he asks and you nod eagerly, not a bit of shame in your eyes as he releases his hold on you and guides you to the living room couch. He stands before you, a mischievous grin on his lips as he presents himself to you. 

Without any words shared you grab the hem of his shirt, lifting and revealing more and more of his happy trail. He allows you to remove his shirt, enjoying the way you gape at his sturdy and hairy chest like it was some sort of dessert. When the fabric is thrown somewhere to the side, your small fingers take their time wading through chest hair and exploring the tattoos littered along his chest. He tries to hide the way he shivers as you glide them down and tangle in his happy trail before finding the buttons of his jeans. It's not often he relents control in the bedroom but how turned on you are for him when he had done nothing to you yet made him desperate to submit. He was curious to know what had been in your head all night. 

“Look at you,” you muse, smirking up at him as you grip his length through his strained briefs. He winces at the sensation before grinding into your palm. He’s so hard for you already but having him inside you wasn’t first on the list. “Sit down Chris.”

He is quick to obey, unsteady steps backward until he falls to the couch. He still looks so big against the cushions and you just smile as you slowly undress. Your panties are a mess and you can feel your arousal on your thighs as you look at the Greek God of a man in front of you. Once completely naked you stalk your way over to him, one leg hooking around his waist. He prepares for you to follow suit with the other but instead it wedges between his legs and your wet heat settles against his thigh. 

“Fuck baby,” he says heavily at the sensation. His hands grip your hips, to ground you or himself, he’s not sure. His length pushes against the top of your thigh and you laugh lightly at the very dirty predicament you're in. 

“Been imaging this all night,” you tell him before gliding your hips forward. You move easily due to how wet you are and even though his cock barely brushes along your leg, he’s the one moaning. Discovering it felt even better than imagined you find a rhythm and begin to grind down on him. It should be embarrassing, using him to get yourself off, but the way he looks at you mesmerized takes it all away. 

“Please cum like this?” he begs and you just whine, your clit scraping over his leg hair just right and he removes a hand from your hip to grope your breast. You moan again when he pinches your pebbled nipple and Chris is certain he might cum in his pants just from this.

It’s not long until you feel that coil tightening in your stomach, your slick dripping down his thigh, and you’re so close. Chris notices and brings his mouth to your breast, sucking your nipple softly into his mouth. The new sensation has the rhythm of your hips faltering but he uses his hands to steady you and when he switches to the other nipple, your body stutters to a stop. You convulse, slumping into him as you finish all over his thigh. Chris’ cock jumps, his precum leaking desperately through the fabric, and you look so fucked out already. 

“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he mutters, nuzzling you close and you hiss when your sensitive clit nudges his thigh. He’s so hard it almost hurts. 

“Can I ride your abs next?” you ask and he lets out a hearty laugh, head tipping back in the process. You smile softly, eyes heavy with exhaustion and Chris looks at you lovingly. 

“Not yet, I need to be inside you first. Maybe tomorrow,” and you don’t complain as he uses his strength to lift you and lay you along the couch. You watch dreamily as he finally removes his boxers and frees his length. It’s so hard it nudges his pelvis, angry and red. Your pussy clenches just at the sight and he grins before sealing his lips against yours and pushing up inside of you. 

Finish cleaning the house be damned.

[mercurial-chuckles]

Berserk Captain Rogers

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.

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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝

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𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢, 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦．

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𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

Stomping through the snowy path, towards the Hydra base alongside Steve Rogers. You hated this man. You truly did. You hated how much you were drawn to him. You hated how much he got under your skin. You especially hated how much you, didn’t hate him. Tony assigned both of you to go on the mission together, it was no doubt you guys worked perfectly together but the bickering got in between that. He always had something negative to say, “C’mon keep up, you’re slowing me down.” he says, glancing back at you. You were only a few steps behind him, despite the cold not having an affect on you, you still grew tired from walking such a long distance. “Yeah, yeah.” you mumble catching up to him. As you approached the base you instantly felt something was off, the air seemed to freeze completely around the both of you. The sound of wind hushing stopped, an ambush. “Steve…wait.” you whisper.

Steve stops abruptly, his senses on high alert as he scans their surroundings. He can feel it too, an eerie silence that doesn't sit right. As he turns to look at you, his expression is serious. "What is it?" he asks quietly, his eyes never leaving yours.

The soft crunching of snow made your body tense up, your eyes meet his with urgency, “We have to go back, this doesn’t feel right.” You say keeping your voice hushed. You can feel the shift in movement around you, making your head spin in different directions. Steve's instincts kick in, mirroring your unease. He slowly starts to backtrack, his hand reaching for his shield on his back. "You're right..." He whispers, his eyes darting around the frozen landscape.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them erupts. the snow explodes around you two. Ice shards fly everywhere, narrowly missing you both. Hydra soldiers emerge from hidden tunnels, surrounding you. "Dammit," Steve mutters, pulling his shield off his back. He throws it effortlessly, knocking one soldier unconscious.

Your heartbeat picks up, the two of you are no match for the amount of soldiers surrounding. “Duck.” With that you send ice shards into as many soldiers as you could before grabbing Steve’s arm, pulling him behind a bush. “We have to retreat, there’s too many of them.”

Steve follows your lead, ducking behind the bush just as a barrage of bullets whizzes by where you were standing. "You're right," he grunts, peeking through the leaves to assess the situation. The soldiers are closing in, their boots crunching on the frozen ground. You nod trying to come up with a plan to leave safely. “When I say run, sprint as fast as you can.” You whisper, he tries to argue but it’s no use.

Your eyes contort to a glowing ice blue. shit. shit. shit. Popping up from behind the bush, you manipulate the ice below the soldiers, sending ice like shards through their bodies. “Run!” Steve grabs you, sprinting as fast as he can. You arrive at an old cabin. Steve kicks open the cabin door, pulling both of you inside the darkened interior. The old smell of wood and ash hitting your senses immediately. He slams the door shut and leans against it, breathing heavily. His eyes widen as he notices your ice-blue glowing eyes fading away.

"What the hell was that back there?"

You fall onto the old sofa, chest heaving. “Saving your ass.” you breathe, still trying to catch your breath.

Steve lets out a short, incredulous chuckle despite the dire situation. He pushes off from the door and strides over to the sofa, lowering himself to sit beside you. His gaze is searching, eyebrows furrowed with concern and lingering awe from the display of your powers. "Literally,"

There’s a few moments of silence, comfortable silence at that, before you spoke up, “We can hide in here for a while then head back to the quinjet.” You say, standing up, you open the heavy curtain on the window and your jaw drops. The snow completely covered it, “no…” you mumble under your breath. You try to open the door but it’s shut closed, We’re trapped.

In an instant, he's by your side, concern etched deeply in his features. He tries to push the door open himself, his muscles flexing with effort. It doesn't budge. "Trapped," he says grimly, running a hand through his hair.

Your jaw tightens, “fucking great.” you mutter, taking a seat back on the sofa. “Is your com still working?”

"Yeah," He pats his communicator, then presses the button. "This is Rogers. Anyone read?" Static answers him. He tries again, lower voice laced with worry. "Tony? Natasha? Anyone?" Still static. He drops down on the coffee table facing you, his brows furrowed. You groan knowing you’re really trapped now. “The snow should pass over, I can try to move it but it looks like there’s a lot out there, it’ll take hours.”

Steve nods, looking grim but determined. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he considers the situation. "Hours might be a problem. Those soldiers weren't far behind us, and they'll likely follow the tracks." He glances around the cabin, mentally cataloging potential weapons or defensive positions.

You nod, “I can cover our tracks, it’ll buy us some time.” Standing up from the sofa, you make your way over to the window once again. Focusing on the ice, you rise it a bit higher covering the foot prints.

Steve watches you work, impressed despite the dire circumstances. Once you've covered the tracks, he stands up and joins you by the window. He peers out into the blinding snowstorm, his breath fogging up the glass. "This storm is worse than I thought."

No shit Sherlock. “Are you cold?” you whisper, turning to look up at him. You can handle the cold, it’s practically pumping through your veins. But Steve? He can only sustain the temperature for so long.

"A little," He admits softly, his body language stiffening slightly, not wanting to show weakness. He's used to cold weather training…hell, he can sustain it for a lot longer than you probably could, but this storm is something else. He watches you, sees how unaffected you are by the temperature. "You're like a human ice cube," he jokes softly.

You smirk at his comment, giving him a playful slap to the chest before taking a seat on the sofa. “How long do you think you’ll last, till you freeze.” you ask, you meant in a joking manner but it came out a bit more serious than you intended. This is the longest conversation you and Steve had without arguing. Maybe it’s the predicament you’re currently in, not much room for arguing at the moment.

He sits down next to you, his gaze drifting to the window as he tries to estimate his endurance in this frigid environment. "A few hours." he says quietly, his breath visible in the cold air. Theres no source of heat in here, no fire, no blankets, nothing. He’ll be lucky if he can even go a few hours. He glances over at you, his expression, almost thoughtful.

You inch closer to his embrace, trying to provide some kind of warmth. “I know you would rather be anywhere but here…but this is the best option if you don’t want to freeze.” You mumble, scooting closer.

He tenses briefly, then relaxes into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you to share what little warmth he has left. He rests his chin on top of your head, inhaling the faint scent that's uniquely yours. "This is torture," he mutters softly.

You chuckle softly, “A couple hours, that’s all. Then we can get the hell out of here.” You whisper, wrapping an arm around his waist. His grip tightens slightly, pulling you even closer. He knows he should push you away, but the cold is sapping his strength and resolve. He rests his head against yours, his voice barely audible.

"And then what? Back to hating each other?"

You shrug in his arms, “That’s usually how it goes.” you mutter, You never understood why he hated you. The constant picking on you, the hushed retorts. You certainly don’t hate him, but god…does he make it hard to like him. He sighs, his breath visible in the cold air. For a moment, he's silent, mulling over your words and the irony of their situation. Here they are, stranded together in a freezing cabin, pretending to tolerate each other for survival.

An hour or so passes and you practically can feel Steve shaking in your arms. “Steve, you okay?” you whisper, looking up at him. His lip is quivering ever so slightly, and his face is flushed.

He looks down at you, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. "F-fine," he stutters, trying to hide the shiver that wracks his body. He knows he's reaching his limit, the cold seeping into his bones and sapping his strength. Before you could think, you straddle his lap facing him. “Just…relax.” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace.

The heat of your body against his instantly warms him, but the gesture catches him completely off guard. He sits frozen - literally and figuratively - surprised by your sudden closeness. His hands automatically go to your waist to steady himself. "What are you doing?"

“Trying to keep you alive.” you mumble into his neck, accidentally rolling your hips against his trying to sit comfortably on his lap, not realizing exactly what you just did.

His heart hammers against his chest as he realizes the position you've put him in. His face is pressed against your neck, inhaling your scent and feeling the warmth of your body. He can feel your hips against his, and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to react. You shift uncomfortably on his lap, hips rolling against his. You would think sitting on his lap would be a bit more comfortable, it felt like sitting on a brick.

He grits his teeth, trying to ignore the uncomfortable yet strangely pleasant sensation of your hips against his. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Stop moving," he mutters, his voice strained.

You can feel heat rushing to your cheeks at his words. You didn’t mean to…? “Sorry.” you breathe out, your breath warm against his chilling neck. He suppresses a shudder, not from cold this time, but from the feeling of your breath so close to his sensitive neck. His grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly.

"It's fine," he gruffs out, though his rigid posture suggests otherwise.

You swear you weren’t doing it on purpose, but couldn’t help shifting again, his hold around your waist getting uncomfortably tight. “You’re gonna squeeze me to death Rogers.” you mutter, rolling your hips against his once again.

His breath catches audibly in his throat at the movement, his usually controlled demeanor beginning to crack. "Would you stop-" But he can't finish the sentence, your movement has made something very evident through his layers of clothing. "Jesus Christ," he mutters under his breath. Your heart stops beating for a moment, is he seriously? “Steve.” you retort, pulling away from his neck to meet his eyes.

His eyes lock with yours, filled with an unreadable expression - a mix of anger, frustration, and something else he refuses to acknowledge. He swallows hard, his jaw clenching. "You're doing it on purpose," he accuses, his voice low and gravelly.

You scoff, resting your hand on his chest. Is he fucking serious? “I am not doing anything.” you retort back.

His hand moves from your waist to your hip, applying the slightest bit of pressure to keep you still. "Bullshit," he mutters, his face inches from yours. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your touch. "Do you even realize where-" But he stops himself, jaw clenched.

So much for not arguing. “Yeah? tell me what I’m doing, that’s supposedly on purpose.” Something in your tone changed, your voice was low, almost seductive. You slide your hand from his chest to the back of his neck, seeing the small hairs stand up.

His breath catches at your touch on his neck, muscles tensing. "You're- Fuck," he swears quietly, gripping your hip firmly. "You're sitting on my lap, moving around like..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought.

"You know exactly what you're doing."

Your eyes widen slightly, realizing what he’s implying. “You think I’m purposely trying to ride you or something?” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

His eyebrows furrow as he stares at you incredulously. "Well, what the hell am I supposed to think when your hips are basically grinding against-" He stops abruptly, realizing how loud his voice has gotten. Clearing his throat, he stops noticing a smirk creep onto your lips. you’re having an effect on him, and he knows it. Your eyes glance to the very evident bulge in his pants, before meeting his eyes once again.

His eyes watch your gaze flick downwards, his jaw tightening again. "Goddammit," he mutters softly, his voice lower than before. Your smirk making him suspicious. His eyes flick down to your lips briefly. "Are you-" He swallows hard. You cut off his words, rolling your hips against his with urgency. “Oh like this?” you retort sarcastically.

His eyes snap down to where your body moves against his. "Shit," he mutters quietly, watching your hips. "That's not an answer," he grits out, trying his best to ignore the sensation between his legs. "And stop moving," he adds sharply. Despite his efforts telling you to stop, You simply nod slowing your movements, but not stopping them.

Steve's nostrils flare as he takes a shuddering breath, fists clenching at his sides. "I said stop moving," he repeats, his voice strained with barely suppressed frustration - and something else entirely. His hips involuntarily jerk upwards, betraying his body's reaction. The sudden movement, catches you off guard completely. A soft moan slipping from your lips.

He freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes what just happened. His eyes snap back up to meet yours, seeing the soft, needy sound that escaped your lips. His gaze locks onto yours, the air thick with tension. "Don’t," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.

You stop your teasing, almost embarrassed at the sound that left your lips. “Sorry.” you whisper resting both of your hands on his chest, trying to steady yourself. His muscles flex beneath your hands, chest heaving. The word "Sorry" catches in his throat as he stares at your lips again, remembering how they just forming around that delicate moan. "Just shut u-" He catches himself, jaw clenching.

"Don't stop moving."

His words throw you for a loop, your brows furrowing in response hearing his low words. You roll your hips against his slowly, the friction feeling delicious. His eyes roll back slightly, head tipping back against the wall as he lets out a shaky breath. The movement is slow, but it's enough. His hips begin to move subtly, matching your roll with his own gentle thrusts. "Jesus Christ," he breathes, head still pressed against the wall.

His whispered words are enough to send heat straight to your core. You quicken your movements, grinding harsher against his hardness. He gasps sharply, one hand flying to grip your hip as his control slips. "Fuck, wait-" But his words dissolve into a low groan as you press against him more insistently. His hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more friction, more of that delicious heat rubbing against his aching cock.

Still grinding your hips, you lower your head catching his neck, leaving soft open mouth kisses along his jaw. His hips buck up hitting your clit perfectly, making you moan softly just below his ear. He inhales sharply, his body tensing as he feels your warm breath on his neck, those soft open-mouthed kisses driving him mad. His hips surge upward again, finding that perfect spot that makes you make those tiny needy sounds.

You wanted more, fuck that. You needed more.

“Steve…”

His name on your lips, broken and desperate like that, completely shatters his remaining control. One hand moves to grip your hair at the nape of your neck, the other squeezing your hip possessively. "God, stop moaning like that..."

You smirk, kissing just below his ear, softly nipping at the sensitive skin. “S’good Steve…just like that.” you coo in his ear.

His breath catches sharply as your voice, low and breathy, tickles his ear. He swallows a groan, realizing you're purposefully teasing him with words and touches. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he pants out, one eyebrow quirked despite his desperation. Just as the words leave his lips, his hips jerk up hitting your clit deliciously once again. “yes…!” you cry out.

A shudder runs through him at your shameless moan, his resolve cracking further. "Fuck, you're sexy when you're desperate," he growls, surprising himself with the dirty talk. His hands slide down to grab your ass, squeezing and guiding your hips in tighter circles against him.

Pressing a hand against his chest, halting his movements. You climb off of his lap, pulling your tights down quickly. His eyes darken at the sight, you swore he drool a little. He pulls you back on his lap, letting out a whiny moan, the thin lace of your panties being the only barrier between you two. He sucks in a sharp breath, his hands flying to your hips to pull you even closer, as if he can't get enough of the friction.

Making it apparent you couldn’t get enough, you lift your hips above his, hovering over his bulge. “Take them off.” you whisper, tilting his head up to look at you. His gaze snaps up to meet yours, filled with a heady mix of desire and surprise at your commanding tone. Without a word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare, glistening core.

“You sure?”

You nod, reaching down unbuttoning his jeans. Pulling them down just enough to release his bulge evident in his boxers. “Look at you…” you whisper, breath catching at the sight. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, watching your confident movements. The way you're teasing him, handling him with such deliberate care, drives him crazy.

"Don't look at me like that..." he warns, though it comes out more like a plea than anything else. "It's making me..." His words trail off into a low groan as his cock bounces free, standing proud and hard between his thighs. He's never been so turned on in his life, and it's all because of the way you're looking at him, like he's the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

Unable to hold back any further, you rub his head through your slick folds. letting out a soft moan in responce. A low, deep sound escapes his throat at the feel of your wetness against his sensitive head. His hands dig into your hips, urging you on though he knows he should probably tell you to take it slow. "Shit..." his head falls back against the wall, eyes darkening with desire.

You hum in approval before teasing his head at your entrance, The obscene sound filling the room. His abs tighten as he fights back a thrust, watching you rub his head against your entrance, making his imagination run wild with images of sliding deep inside you. His hands flex on your hips, trying not to take control. "Baby..." He warns softly.

Without warning, you sink down onto his cock. The blissful pain flowing through your core, causing a whimpered moan to slip from your lips feeling him stretch you out deliciously. You sit still on his lap, letting your body adjust to his incredible size. “My god…” you whimper softly.

His back arches slightly at the sudden tight, wet heat. "Holy..." He swallows hard, hands flying to your thighs to spread them wider. He watches where you're connected, his thick length slowly disappearing inside you. He can feel every little movement you make, your inner muscles tightening around him. Slowly, you began riding him, your body moving upward and downwards at a perfect rhythm. His breath catches in his throat as you begin moving, the sensation unbelievable as your velvety walls squeeze him tightly. He watches in awe, hands stroking up and down your thighs, before sliding around to grip your ass, encouraging your rhythm.

"Fuck... Just like that,"

You nod in approval, chest heaving. Your pace quickens slowly but surely, the sound of skin clapping against each other, wet noise, and the smell distinctly of sex filling the quiet cabin.

His eyes roll back as he loses himself in the sight and feeling of you riding him. The sound of your wet pussy squeezing his cock, the way your breasts bounce with each movement, it's all too much. He lets out a string of curses, his hips bucking up to meet your downward motion.

You tighten your hold around his shoulders, breathe warm against his neck. You kiss, bite, lick gently on the delicate skin, leaving dark marks, letting out soft moans and whimpers here and there. He groans at the feeling on his neck, his large hands gripping your ass tightly as he thrusts up into you. The combination of your soft sounds and tight pussy is driving him wild. He can feel his orgasm building, his sac tightening as he gets closer and closer. He can your walls tighten around his length, making him twitch inside of you,

“I know you’re close…let go for me sweetheart.” You whisper, your voice is low, whiny…seductive in his ear.

Your seductive words and tight walls prove too much, sending him over the edge. With a low groan that seems to rumble through his entire body, he bursts, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside you. His grip on your ass becomes almost bruising as spikes of pleasure course through him. You’re right behind him, his hot seed painting your walls, sending you right where you craved to be. Body shaking with pleasure, as your orgasm crashes through you.

He holds you tight, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rides out his climax, filling you to the brim with his release. When he finally starts to come down, he collapses back against the sofa, you still impaled on his softening length.

You chuckle softly, through a heavy breath. “Warmer now?” you say, grinding your hips slowly, riding out your high. He chuckles back, his strong arms around your waist, his fingers splaying out on your lower stomach possessively. "Much warmer," He murmurs, his hips twitching up into you gently, not ready to slip out just yet.

Letting your body rest on his for a few moments longer, you finally lift off of his lap, his release dripping down your thigh. “Oh, fuck.” you whimper. He looks down at the evidence of their passion dripping down your thigh, his release mingling with yours. He reaches out to hook his fingers around your thigh, pulling your leg over his lap again, keeping you close. "Damn..."

“Still hate me?”

He looks up at you with a smirk, his hand slowly trailing up and down your thigh while keeping your leg draped over his lap. "Only when you're being a brat," he jokes, squeezing your thigh gently. His eyes soften as he meets your gaze, a tender look passing between you both.

You laugh softly, leaning down to catch his lips. After all of that, you couldn’t believe you didn’t kiss him sooner. He returns the kiss, his arms wrapping around you again as if he never wants to let you go. When you finally break the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours, holding you close. "I think I've been an idiot," he admits softly.

“Humor me, Rogers.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head with a rueful smile. "Okay, smart-ass, maybe I've been more of an idiot than usual. Thinking I could hate you, when really..." He pauses, searching your eyes. "...when really, you drive me fucking crazy." He notices the subtle furrowing your brows,a confused glint shining in your stunning eyes. He swallows hard, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your thigh as he tries to put his jumbled thoughts into words. "You make me angry, you make me laugh, you make me..." He trails off, his jaw clenching briefly.

“Spit it out Steve.”

He lets out a frustrated groan, running his free hand through his hair. "What I’m trying to say is...you make me want things I shouldn't. Like this," He gestures between you two with his hand on your thigh. "I shouldn't want to kiss you every damn second." He looks at you with a conflicted expression, his blue eyes searching yours. "I shouldn't want to protect you, to make you smile, to hear your laugh... I shouldn't want to be near you all the time." He takes a deep breath, his voice dropping to a softer tone.

Your hands trail up his body, stopping to caress his jaw gently, eyes never leaving his. “Why do you?”

His eyes flutter closed briefly at your touch, leaning into your hand. When he opens them again, there's a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely shows. "Because... because I think I'm falling for you." The words are barely a whisper, but they hang heavy in the air between you.

You crash your lips onto his, the kiss slower, messier, full of undeniable feelings. His hand moves up to grip your neck while the other pulls you closer, kissing you deeply. When you finally part, he rests his forehead against yours again, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Good, because I’ve already fallen.”

"God, you're impossible.”

[worksby-d]

Give Me More Than Just Some Butterflies

Pairing: Steve Rogers x grad student!Reader

Summary: You begin to learn the shy Steve Rogers from your art class isn't so shy with you. Read the setup for these two here 🫶

Warnings: Age gap, unprotected sex I fear, 18+

Word count: ~700

Your chest rises and falls as you take in and let out slow, steady breaths. You’re sprawled out on your bed with Steve beside you, still half on top of you. His flushed, damp skin presses against yours. 

You can’t help but let out a quiet laugh, thinking to yourself thank God you let him take you out first if this was the return. 

But his first thoughts are somewhere else. When he finally speaks up, his voice is low and rough as he lifts his head to look down at you. 

“Was that okay?”

You slowly blink up at him, not immediately following what he’s asking.

“What?”

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and breathes out a small laugh. His hand on your hip squeezes gently. 

“It’s been a while,” he admits. “I feel like I got a little carried away.”

“Oh,” you giggle, but stop yourself not wanting it to seem like you’re laughing at him. He was a little rough, sure, but it was good. “No, I liked it.”

His look of relief is cute. He leans closer to you again, brushing his lips against yours. “Yeah?”

You nod and complete the kiss. “Yeah.”

His response comes in the form of trailing slow kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 

His deliberate movements coax a gasp out of you. “Steve–”

He smiles against your skin. “Hm?”

You feel the bed shift as he moves – His leg that’s resting between your own nudges against your thigh, guiding you to spread your legs and make room for him between them again. 

As you follow his lead, you can feel a faint ache that’s setting in from how thoroughly he fucked you the first time, but it’s not enough to impede your desire for it again. 

You tilt your head, giving him better access to your neck and collarbone. Your hand slips between your bodies to find him hard again. He lets out a deep groan when your fingers wrap around him, stroking gently. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he mutters. 

“Think you can handle one more round, old man?” You tease, referencing the first night you talked.

“See, I knew you were thinking about my age,” he scoffs. 

He rolls his hips, pressing his cock against your wet pussy. He gives you a second before thrusting into you in one deep stroke. A cocky smirk appears on his face hearing your loud moan and he lifts his head to watch a look of pleasure take over you. 

His name falls from your lips again, this time as a whimper. 

He groans, feeling your fingertips dig into his sides as you hold onto him. “God, you feel so good.”

He moves torturously slow at first, making sure you feel every inch of his cock dragging in and out of your tight cunt. He holds a hand against your waist as he sets a steady pace. 

Writhing beneath him, you arch your back, trying to feel him even deeper. “Please,” you beg. 

“Please what?” He asks in a teasing tone. 

“Fuck me, please.”

“What do you think I’m doing, sweetheart?”

Asshole.

“Harder,” you plead. 

He hums, acting like he’s thinking about it, and he ultimately decides to oblige. His lips meet yours again for a deep kiss as he snaps his hips forward, harder this time. 

As his movements become more intense, the room fills with the obscene sounds of his hips meeting yours and heavy breaths from both of you. 

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Just like that. Good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re right on the edge of coming for him again. You whine as the overstimulation begins to set it. 

“Steve– I’m–”

“I know,” he pants, fucking you even harder. “Let go for me.”

That’s all you need. Pleasure crashes over you in waves as you cry out his name. 

Your climax spurs his own. His hips stutter and his movements come to an abrupt halt as he spills inside you.

Silence takes over as you both focus on catching your breath again. 

It’s a chuckle from Steve that pulls you out of your blissful daze. 

“I think the question should be whether you can keep up with me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

Through heavy breaths, you let out a laugh. “No fucking kidding.”

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[capsicle-evans]

The Make Believe Ms Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, ass play, swearing.

Part 1

“Stay still” Marina, my make up artist warns me as she applies my eyeliner. “Can’t fuck this up now”

“Claire would probably murder you” I grin as I feel the weight of Marina’s hand on my cheekbone. “Did you know that you make funny faces when you are doing my make up?”

“It’s my concentration face” She winks at me before setting the pen on the table. “There, all done”

“Just in time” I whisper as Claire enters the bathroom, a stern look on her face.

“Y/N, can you join us in the living room, please?” Claire, my publicist, asks me.

“Depends” I twist my mouth to the side. “Am I getting lectured?”

“Depends” She gives me the same look I just gave her. “Are you going to comply?”

“Ugh, fine I’ll join you” I roll my eyes, standing up from my makeup chair. “You know, you need to stop being so grumpy all the time. It’s not good for your health”

“Yeah well that’s what working for you gets me” She turns around, guiding me towards the living area of the suite.

I grab the train of my dress before following her steps, making sure not to step over the hem. As soon as I enter the space, I notice Chris standing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixated on his tie, completely oblivious of my presence. I walk pass him, towards the chair next to the window, sitting down gracefully just to make sure my dress remains intact.

“I’m here” Polly appears from the adjacent room, a lot of papers in her hand and her phone between her ear and her shoulder. “Gotta go, call you later”

I take a couple of seconds to look at Chris, his black suit and black shirt hugging his entire frame. I turn my eyes to Polly before Chris can look back. “What’s going on?”

“What the fuck is going on with you two?” Polly asks as she places her phone down over the coffee table. “And why is this the fifth call I receive today about you two?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” I pout, reaching for a chocolate truffle but setting it down after thinking of the mess I might make of my dress.

“Well, enews is asking if you guys are getting a divorce, people magazine is asking me who cheated” Claire snarks back at me.

“Well, we know the answer to that one” I smile sarcastically.

“Seriously, Y/N? You’re still on that shit?” Chris rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

“What? She asked and it’s not like I actually care” I tell him before turning back to Claire and Polly. “But for real, what’s up with the questions? We haven’t done anything”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, you two don’t look at each other or even talk to each other during events and people are starting to notice it” Polly says as she takes a seat across from me. “Guys, we know this wasn’t a love match but for fuck’s sake, you guys are actors, try to pretend at least”

Chris and I got married about 4 months ago after a lot of campaigning on Polly and Claire’s part. Every since Chris and I did a movie together two years ago, our fame skyrocketed and our teams thought that it would be a great idea if we dated. Or at least we pretended to. But in reality, we hated each other but apparently that’s what our movie needed since it was an enemys to lovers story. Fans went batshit crazy after a picture of Chris leaving my apartment at 3 am went viral. Truth was, he was there to apologize after a massive fallout we had during shooting. So we pretended to date and our relationship became like crack for the fans. It only took a couple of months before they were selling us the idea of marriage and only an idiot would deny the good press that our relationship brought to our careers, so we agreed.

“She basically chops my hand off as soon as I even try to step close to her” Chris waves his hand at me. “Take it up with her”

“Nice, put the blame on me” I chuckle. “Fucking prick”

“See, this has to stop if you guys don’t want to end up doing lifetime movies for the rest of your lives” Claire glares at us accusingly.

“If I’ll put me out of this misery” I exhale loudly but soon stop when Claire gives me a stern look. “Kidding”

“Guys, please” Polly sighs. “We know this situation is not ideal but I need you guys to cooperate”

“Fine” I shrug. “We’ll be more lovey doveys with each other”

“Chris?” Polly looks up at him with pleading eyes.

“It’s not like I have a choice” Chris turns to me. “No offense”

“I’d have to care in order for it to offend me” I snark back before turning to Claire. “Sorry, from now on I’ll be a good wifey”

“God help us all” Polly looks up at the ceiling as if God can give her any guidance.

***

The limo pulls up right at the edge of the red carpet, flashes and shouts already making me feel anxious. Chris opens up the door from his side and steps out, waving immediately at the people who have turned their attention to our car. He turns to give me a hand, his free hand reaching for the train of my dress.

“Thank you” I whisper as he bends down to spread the train nicely so it can be appreciated in its full glory.

“That’s what lovey dovey husbands do” Chris grins as he places a hand just above my butt cheek. “Try not to chop off my hand”

“Try not to tempt me” I say with a tight smile in my lips.

Chris guides me towards the red carpet, our names being shouted from every angle. With his left hand still on my back, he pulls to his side to pose for some pictures. He then turns to me, leaning in to whisper something in my ear. “Pretend I just said something funny”

“That’s hard since I don’t have a point of reference” I pretend to giggle as Chris hand pinches my skin. “Jerk”

“See, that’s why we make a lovely couple” He grins down at me, his lips pressed against my temple. “We are both assholes”

“Chris, Y/N” A pap calls our attention “look over here”

We keep posing for a couple of minutes, every once in a while looking at each other and giving a fake smile. After a while, Polly and Claire guide us to the inside of the theater where Chris’ movie is premiering. It’s about a war veteran who comes after being presumed dead. It was a heavy movie and it took a big toll on Chris but it all payed off because people where even mentioning his name along the word “oscar”.

Half way through the movie, after crying a bit over a really hard scene, an almost naked Chris came on the screen, and there was a bunch of gasps heard around the room. Chris looks good, no one could deny it, but this scene in particular really made it difficult for me to not gape at him. It was really intimate and sexy, and it focused on him going down on his estranged wife.

My hands went to the armrests, gripping a bit as Chris’ mouth hid between his costars legs. Every since we started the agreement, there was no one else. At least on my part. Mostly to avoid gossip. That meant that my sex life was basically non existent, unless anyone counted the vibrator in my bedside table.

A couple of eyes turned to my direction, hoping to see a reaction from me as I watch my husband be so intimate with another woman. I fidget a little in my seat, a warm feeling setting over my abdomen as I listen to Chris’ moans over the speakers. I need sex. Not with Chris, obviously. Just sex.

“Stop moving” Chris grunts, placing a hand over my shaking thigh. His palm is hot against my skin, making me gulp.

“Get your hand off me” I grit my teeth, trying hard not to push his hand away.

“You are moving like a worm and it’s distracting me” Chris looks down at me before taking his hand away.

“Sorry, the dress is too tight” I lie. I don’t want him to think that this is about him.

“Whatever, just stop squirming” He almost grins when I send him a death glare. “Childish”

“Idiot” I call him through my teeth.

“Both of you shut up before someone else listens” Polly pokes her head from Chris’ side, giving both of us a pointed look.

I huff before settling my back against my chair. Thankfully, the scene is over and my skin has stopped tingling. I manage to put my attention back into the movie, tears forming every once in a while. Soon after, the credits are rolling and everyone is on their feet, clapping at the whole crew.

I stand up and clap along before Claire softly pushes me to Chris’ side. Biting the inside of my lip, I wrap my arm around his waistline and look up, faking a smile. “Pretend that I just said something sweet” I whisper only form him to hear.

“That’s hard since I don’t have a point of reference” Chris grins, throwing my words back at me. “But I’ll try”

***

“God she is so pretty” I cry as I stare up at Taylor Swift as she walks around the room. Every since it was announce that she was going to be in the movie soundtrack, I nearly fainted.

“Stop being a creep” Chris gives me a weird look before going back to his whiskey.

After the movie was over, we traveled to the after party to loosen up a bit more and enjoy the cool LA night. I switched my dress before arriving, opting for a short black dress.

“Can you leave me alone? Please?” I try to not to make a face in case anyone is watching.

“Trust me, there’s nothing that I want more than to be away from you” Chris says, still holding his glass to his lips.

“You’d rather be with her?” I ask, reaching for my vodka soda.

“Seriously? Are we going there?” I can see the anger in his hands as it grips the glass. “Nothing happened”

About a month after the wedding, I started receiving texts and screenshots from one of Chris’ costars on a film. They were from a conversation between her and Chris and about how they couldn’t wait to be alone and fuck each other’s brains off. I obviously never cared about it out of jealousy but out of anger because he was making me look like an idiot. Claire and Polly had to intervene, so, after she got a deal on a movie thanks to them, the messages stopped coming.

“Whatever” I roll my eyes before going back to looking around the room. “At least she was pretty, I would actually murder you if you cheated on me with an ugly person”

“I didn’t cheat” He exhales harshly, really annoyed with me.

“Glad to see you are not biting each other’s heads off” Claire joins us at the VIP table, a glass of white wine in her hand.

“Come back in 5 minutes and we’ll see” I give her a sarcastic smile. “It’s really tempting”

“Maybe you should fuck the anger away” Polly smirks as she sits next to Claire.

I immediately tense up, remembering that scene from the movie. “I’d rather shave my entire hair and eat it before doing that”

Chris laughs, clearly amused by my comment. “And they say romance is dead”

“When it comes to this relationship, they are right” I flop back down on the couch. “Anyways, enough about our wonderful marriage. I want to dance or do something fun for once”

“Let’s go” Chris stands up, stretching his hand to me. I stare at his hand for a couple of seconds. “Before I change my mind”

“You want to dance with me?” I blink up at him.

“That’s what couples do, Y/N” Chris rolls his eyes before reaching for my hand and forcing my to stand up.

“So romantic” Polly teases, earning a giggle from Claire.

“Oh shut up” I glare at them before following Chris to where there are some people dancing.

Taylor has been singing for a while now, the tunes of Dress starting to slither through the speakers. Chris pulls me against his chest, his hand landing on the curve between my ass and my back. People start to turn their attention to us.

“People are staring” I whisper against his jacket.

“Ignore them” Chris whispers against my ears. “Just remember you have to look like a madly in love wife”

“Yeah, because that’s easy” I chuckle. “I’ve never been married before and I’ve never been madly in love either”

“Never?” He asks me, his breath fanning my skin as we sway with the music. “A high school boyfriend?”

“I mean I’ve had boyfriends” I explain. “Just never that serious. You?”

“Not really, I mean, I enjoyed my past relationships but never enough to wish to marry them” Chris spins me around just as Taylor starts singing the chorus.

“And yet you married someone you actually hate” I laugh, seeing the irony.

“Yeah, well, at least you are hot” He pinches my back softly.

“Christopher Robert Evans, is that a compliment?” I fake gasp. He has called me this before. And so have I. Just because we are not particularly fond of each other doesn’t mean we are blind.

“Don’t let it get to your head” Chris rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to get along here”

“I mean we are making progress” I look around the room, scanning the crowd. “This is the longest we have gone without giving each other an insult”

“Don’t tempt me” He chuckles. “No but I’m serious… We should try to at least get along”

“Yeah, I guess” I bit the inside of my cheeks. We stay pressed against each other, surrounded just by Taylor’s sweet voice and some chatter.

“I never cheated” Chris breaks our silence, his muscle tensing under my hands. “I know that I don’t owe you an explanation and I know you probably are not going to believe me. But I didn’t. I promised to respect you, and I plan on sticking to that promise, fake husband or not”

I fix my eyes on the button of his shirt, not daring to look him at his eyes. “I know… I guess I just chose to believe it to have a reason to hate you. I’m sorry”

“Okay, let’s just put that behind us” Chris relaxes, his back slouching a bit. “We can be friends, Y/N. God knows how long we are going to need to keep this going, might as well get along”

“Pains me to say this, but you are right” I finally look up at him, his blue orbs staring down at me. “Hi, I’m Y/N. And you are?”

Chris throws his head back, laughing. “You have my last name, Y/N. We can start over without weird introductions”

“Indulge me, Evans” I poke his chest. “I don’t know that much about you”

“What do you want to know?” He raises his eyebrow. “Ask away”

“What’s your favorite color?” I blush, realizing how stupid my question is. “Sorry, I’ll try again”

“Green” He ignores my second statement. “Yours?”

“Blue, but like light blue, kinda like your e-“ I cut myself, my cheeks flaring.

“Here I was asking to be friends and you are just laying it out on me” Chris grins hard. “You waste no time, Ms. Evans”

“Idiot” I slap his arm playfully. “I meant I like the shade, that’s all”

“Sure sure” He nods, a smug look on his face. “My turn… Favorite animal?”

“Mmm tough one… I really like raccoons and-“ I stop myself when Chris’ laugh erupts from his chest. “What?”

“Who the fuck likes Raccoons?” His eyes are still tingling with amusement.

“They are cute and funny” I defend myself. “They are like just so hilarious”

“Fuck that’s good” He shakes his head. “You are weird”

“Many people like raccoons” I fight him. “You need to learn to appreciate their beauty”

“Yeah, no thanks” Chris stops moving and grabs my hand. “Why don’t we go back to the table? Seems stupid to try to have a conversation while dancing”

“Okie dokie” I follow his lead back to our VIP table.

Polly and Claire are deep into a conversation, probably some gossip or something like that. PR people always know everything about everyone. We sit down across from there, getting back their attention.

“Oh look, you guys made it without a scratch” Polly nods proudly. “Who would’ve thought?”

I roll my eyes before turning my eyes back to Chris, falling back into our conversation.

***

“Hi, bub” I lean down, my heels in on hand and the other one petting Dodger behind his ears. “Where you a good boy to uncle Scott?”

Scott was our designated dog-sitter most of the nights. Neither of them minded, Dodger loved him so much, he actually listened to him.

“He’s always a good boy” Chris bents down to plant a kiss over the dog’s head before walking away from the entry way.

I make my way to my room, Dodger following right behind me. I hear Chris yell “traitor” before I disappear into my closet.

A couple of minutes later, I’m tucked in my bed, Dodger at the edge, his head over my feet. Chris’ footsteps catch hims attention, his head snapping up. “You traitor”

“Let him be” I pull the dog closer to me. “He always sleeps with you”

Chris and I have separate rooms and I only sleep on the masters bedroom whenever we have other people around. People that don’t know about the whole fake marriage thing. Mostly the maid and the cook and both of our families. Even Scott believed we were happily married.

“Yeah, cuz he is mine” Chris sasses. “C’mon boy”

But Dodger stays put. “Just give up already”

“Fine, just this once” Chris drops the subject before snapping his head up. “Uh, I forgot. Do you have any spare razor? I forgot to ask Mayra to restock my shelf”

“Yeah sure” I move slowly so that dodger won’t sprint out of my bed. I push the covers away and step out of the bed.

Quickly, I reach the bathroom and pull a pink razor from the cabinet under my sink. “You’ll have to settle for this pink one” I stretch my hand before looking up, Chris’ eyes not exactly meeting mine.

Fuck. I forgot that I chose the pink nightgown. The one the gave me too much cleavage and barely reached under my butt cheeks. Nervously, I reach for my rob that’s draping over my night stand, snapping Chris’ attention away from my bare legs.

“Uh, yeah no, thanks” Chris mutters, snatching the razor from my hand and walking away from my room a bit to fast.

I shake my head a bit before moving back to my bed, Dodger still sprawled on the edge of the bed. “Let’s sleep this off, buddy”

About 10 minutes have passed since I turned off the lamp over my nightstand, when a weird sound startles me awake. I squint my eyes, as if that’s going to help me decipher the source of the noise. A couple of seconds later, right when I’m about to drop it, I hear it again. A moan. A moan from Chris. His bathroom shares a wall with my room, sounds slipping into my area really easy. I can hear his muffled moans a bit clearer, connecting my ear to the wall.

“This fucker” I feel anger bubbling inside of me. He brought someone home. After saying he wouldn’t cheat on my. Well not technically on me, on the promise of respecting me.

I push away the covers from my frame, earning a glare from Dodger before he moves to settle over the free side of the bed.

I walk fast towards his room, ready to rip him a new one. I push pass his door and head straight to the bathroom. I keep waiting for a pair of heels or some panties dropped somewhere on his room but my eyes remain cleaned from that sight. I’m about to burst into the bathroom when the imagine forming on front of me stops me cold on my feet.

Chris’ has his back against the wall, the shower head splashing his face, water dripping down his torso. His hand is pumping his swollen dick, curses coming out of his mouth along with the movement.

It’s like I am being hypnotized. I want to move my eyes away, but the scene in front of me so fiery, my eyes remain glued to his member. I feel a warm spreading in between my legs as Chris pumps harder. He lets out a hard loud moan as white loads burst from the tip of his dick. He huffs, rolling his head back, letting the water wash away all the produce of his effort.

I snap out of it, walking backwards fast before sprinting back to my room. I close my door slowly, making sure not to make a sound before hiding under my bed spread. I close my eyes hard trying to remove the picture from my head but the heat in between my legs not allowing me to.

I give up after 5 minutes, poking my hand out from under the bed covers. Without even looking, I dig my hand into my nightstand, searching for my pink vibrator. This will have to do for the night.

I have a plan for tomorrow.

***

“Let me get it off, bub” I bent down to release Dodger from his leash, the pup ready to sprint to the backyard.

Dodger and I love to go on hikes together, just the two of us and the sun rising over the horizon.

I hear from clattering from the kitchen so I step into the area, spotting Chris over the stools that surround the kitchen island. “Hey there”

“Morning” Chris looks up at me, as he sets his coffee down. “How was the hike?”

“Pretty good” I reach for the top cabinet, looking for a glass. Chris probably put the dishes away because the glasses are to far back, forcing me on my tip toes.

I can feel Chris’ eyes burning a hole over my ass as the my tennis skirt rises enough to expose the underside of my cheeks. I turn around and Chris snaps his gaze back to his omelet, his cheeks turning red.

I fill my glass with water and gulp it down, not taking my eyes from him. I settle the glass down before moving to stand in front of him, the kitchen island separating us.

“Let’s have sex” I say hard, so hard that Chris starts coughing as a piece of egg gets caught up in his throat.

“I’m sorry, what?” He looks up at me, his breath a bit hard from the chocking and maybe from my statement.

“Let’s have sex” I repeat myself. “You said you were not going to cheat and neither will I. But we both have needs and I think it’s a good idea”

“What are you even-?” Chris starts but I roll my eyes.

“I heard you last night” I confess. His face turns a deep shade of red, the vein on the side of his neck pulsing. “Look, I won’t judge you, I did it, too.

“You- what?” Chris’ breath hitches, his knuckles turning white as he closes his hands.

“C’mon we are not five” I step around the kitchen island, closer to him but still leaving some space between us. “We can get each other off, and we are married so it’s not like we are doing harm to anyone

“I don’t- I’m” Chris stammers a bit. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea”

I stare at him for a couple of seconds before finally speaking up again. “Fine, I’m not going to beg. I still have my vibrator. It’ll probably do a better job, anyways”

I turn around to leave but Chris’ hand flys up to my neck, gripping the back to turn me back around.

“What did you just said?” He brings his face close to mine. His grip tightening a bit. “Repite it”

“I can do a better job with my vibrator than you” I breath out, focusing my eyes on him.

Chris grunts before crashing his lips down to mine angrily. A moan scapes my mouth as he bits into my lower lip, making way for his tongue to punish me. His free hand travels down to my leg, pulling me up to place me on the kitchen counter.

I push my hands into his hair as his tongue swipes my bottom lip clean before moving down to my jaw and the to my neck before settling on the spot right under my earlobe. He sucks hard as his hands start pulling at my sports bra. My sweaty chest makes it a bit hard so I pull away to help him. As soon as the textile is not longer covering my boobs, Chris dives right in for one of my nipples, forcing me to arch my back. While his tongue polishes my hard nipple, his right hand moves to the other unattended bud of flesh. First his palm rolls against the harden button, his calloused skin sending tingles straight to my core.

“Fuck” I moan as I his salive drips down a long my nipple. I can’t keep my eyes away from the scene, my burning gaze forcing Chris to look up at me as he pulls my nipple with his teeth. “Oh god”

“Lay down” Chris pushes me down with his hand until my back connects with the cold granite of the counter.

I bring my hands to his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his shirts, signaling him to take it off. “Get rid of this, Christopher”

“On it” He groans against my skin, stepping away just enough to pull the shirt over his head. His hard pecks and abdomen glistening in front of me, the pants forcing his muscles to look more prominent. “Satisfied?”

“No” I pull him down against my lips, my tongue making a mess of his bottom lip. “Take me like a man, Evans” I mutter against his lips.

“As you wish” Chris groans before moving his mouth down along my skin until it reaches the edge of my skirt. I wait for him to take it off but instead he just pushes it up and tucks down my underwear along with my leggings. He steps back a bit to pull his pants down, his boxers following the same fate.

“You know how many times my eyes were glued to your ass as you skipped around with this fucking skirt?” Chris growls as his spreads my thighs as my pussy radiates heat right in front of him. “How many times I picture your ass red after a good slapping, only this thine material covering the swell of your ass?”

I moan loudly as his hands grab my thighs, my ass hanging slightly over the edge of the counter. “I want you to be loud, Y/N” Chris pinches my butt cheek before lining himself up to me. “Moan my name”

“Yes, Chris” I throw my head back as he rubs my entrance with his tip “Rip me open”

Chris pushes just enough for his head to enter my pussy, my folds hiding his pink tip. “Yeah stretch me open” I throw my head back as he sways back and forth, entering me slowly.

“I can’t hold it anymore” Chris grips my thighs. “Brace yourself”

I grab the edge of the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white as he pushes hard into me. There’s a sting that makes tears form on my eyes. I’ve never had someone this big inside of me, my pussy throbbing at the new feeling.

“Look at you” Chris presses his thumb against my clit. “Taking me so good” He throws his head back as his entire cock disappears into me. His thrusts are hard and slow, building up the tension in my lower belly.

“C’mere” Chris stops, pulling out so I cry at the loss of him. “Let me turn you around”

Chris puts me on my feet before turning me around so my ass is pressed against his hard cock. “Bend over, Y/N”

I do as I’m told, pressing my chest against the cold tiles. Chris grabs both of my hands and holds them behind my back, using the as support to hold himself as he re enters me. “That’s right. So tight”

I’m lost in my own moans when I feel Chris spit on his hand, before pressing his thumb against my asshole. “Chris” I tense up immediately.

“I’m not going to fuck you there, Y/N” He massages around my hole. “I just like to see the way you clench up” he caresses my butt cheek, trying to get me to loosen up again. “Do you want me to stop?”

He waits for my answer as I take in the sensation, his thumb placing a soft pressure over my hole. It’s not bad. “No, it’s okay”

“Good” Chris grunts as he picks up his pace, plunging hard against me. This new position really allows him to go in deep, reaching a new part of me that has me whimpering.

“Chris” I whine when he angles himself so that I can feel him fill me up to the point where me knees are shaking under me. “I won’t last”

“Yes, cum around my cock” He reaches down to grab my pony tail in a fist, making me arch my back. His movements become erratic as he speeds up, encouraging the orgasm out of me.

“Yes yes yes” I cry as I feel the tightness around my pussy before the release finally arrives. The cries that come out of ny mouth are filthy, so filthy that Chris drops down and plugs in his thumb into my mouth. I bit at his skin, the waves of pleasure still rocking my core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Chris groans as he pulls out, his entire load landing on my back. “Fuck yes”

I’m still shaking, waiting for him to catch his breath so that he can help me stand up. “Chris, fuck that was…”

I’m so out of breath I don’t even finish my sentence, Chris doing it for me. “So hot”

I feel him pull away from me, a cool breeze replacing the warmth of his body. “Don’t move” I hear him move around the kitchen, looking for a clean towel before running it down the the warm water that pours out of the faucet.

Chris walks back to me, cleaning his entire release from my back. “I think you need to wash your hair” I can hear the grin on his smug face.

“Seriously?” I groan, standing up. “Aim better next time, Evans”

“You want a next time?” He throws the dirty towel at the floor where my sweaty clothes are.

“I’m game if you are” I shrug, tugging the elastic out of my hair.

“Then let’s play, Y/N” Chris grins hard as his dick starts twitching.

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New series coming your waaaay🩵 hope you guys like this

[dc418writes]

talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

✨Pairing✨: inmate!softdark!Steve Rogersxpsychiatrist!black!reader

Summary🪄: Your pining isn’t in vain

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, oral (m!receiving), unprotected happy adult times (please be safe out there guys and girls!), language, obsessive like behavior, implied stalking, mention of masturbation (f!receiving)

A/N🎤: ✨HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!✨ this is my submission to the Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @yenzys-lucky-charm and I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️! Also please support the other works for this event and even submit your own if you feel inclined💕!

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Dialogue Prompt: “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was”

Tropes/Situational Prompt: the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

You didn’t have to hear a name to know which escaped inmate the news anchors were currently talking about.

“Blonde white male, blue eyes, 6’3, considered highly dangerous.”

You knew him very well having had him as a patient for about a year now. Pretty much the same amount of time his hulking body - yet soft features - has plagued your dreams and hidden fantasies. That first night it happened, your imagination vividly playing in your resting mind how his thick fingers would touch you just right to have you writhing and moaning for more, you were…flustered.

It wasn’t the first time - and probably wouldn’t be the last - that a patient made a surprise appearance in one of your dreams. Details and analysis from earlier sessions still fresh in your subconscious and lingering into your resting state. It was how you felt afterwards though, that told you this instance was far different. You desperately - and a little shamefully - wished you could sink back into that erotic dreamland when you awoke throbbing and needy from the scenes now branded in your memory. Sometimes you even found yourself daydreaming about his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips gently pecking along your face before journeying down your heated body to where you wanted him most. That dark beard scratching and tickling your inner thighs until it ultimately became soaked.

Although that hidden primal urge wanted differently, every day after you expertly maintained your professionalism during your sessions with him. Carefully dissecting his words and explanations to make sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or others - well, no more than what other people already believed that is.

However one day, something shifted.

Gone was his reserved attitude - clearly deciding whether to fully trust you - and instead, a man who seemed…one step ahead. Dare you say a little smug. Admittedly, this new aura had a familiar warmth spreading along your lower abdomen causing your thighs to squeeze together as you slightly shifted in your seat.

“So, how are you today Mr. Rogers?,” you asked turning to a fresh sheet of paper in your spiral notebook.

He sighs, briefly widening his thick legs as he gets comfortable. His tattooed hand scratching along his bearded jaw. “Good as I can be. And I think we’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Steve.”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

For the first time, a hint of a smirk paints his pink lips thinking of a few names he’d prefer you call him. It’s unknown to you though as your hand moves along the page scribbling notes. “Makes things more comfortable right?”

Finally you look up from your writing to meet an intensity in his sea like eyes you’ve never experienced. You can’t look away though as you feel yourself slowly become flustered. “Are you not comfortable during our sessions..Steve?”

He pauses for a moment simply letting his eyes roam along your features - as if analyzing you for a change - before leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “What’re you writing?”

“Just observations. Notes for your file.”

“We can’t make our own notes?”

“Um..of course. I would actually suggest journaling as a way to manage your emotions; your thoughts. Keeping up with other suggestions from our sessions you might find helpful.”

“And my own observations,” he adds leaning back in his chair. “Like you.”

“What exactly do you mean ‘like me’?”

“Like how you seem…different. Bothered maybe.” You subtly try to calm your increasing pulse as he crosses his arms across his chest. His muscles straining against the white tee that have you near dripping already. Swirls of black ink forming various pictures and cursive words on his arms teasingly persuading you to kiss each one.

There’s no way he could tell was there?

“Thank you for inquiring, but this session is about you Steve,” you answer closing the notebook in your lap. “And as a warning, that question is ina-,”

“Must be tiring though. Always doing for others, yet no one there for you.” Steve’s tongue peeks out ever so gently wetting his lips. “No one to take care of you.”

“I’m an adult. I care for myself.”

“My point exactly.” Steve’s head just barely tilts while his vice drops an octave lower. “We both know everyone shouldn’t do everything alone.”

“I think we’re done here,” you quickly respond so he couldn’t go farther and crumble your resolve. “Have a good day Mr. Rogers.”

There’s a slight mischievous tilt to his lips as he stands. Cords of muscles moving under his shirt with such a subtle movement. His hands clasp in front of him turning to walk towards the door where a guard always waited to escort him back to his cell, and you can’t help but silently admire the expanse of his backside. From his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, the sight causes that pulse between your legs to start again.

“You too” is all he says once he’s near the door, but his earlier words leave a lasting impression throughout your day. You can’t seem to focus on your other clients constantly thinking of his deep voice, his pink lips, the intense way he looked at you that wasn’t uncomfortable but made you feel seen.

That night was the fastest you’ve ever came - squeezing and clutching around the rubber toy inside you so hard you genuinely thought there’d be an indentation when you finally pulled it from your messy core.

Something also snapped in you, wanting - needing - to know if Steve was just as good as you fantasized. That’s admittedly how your arrangement began, first sweet talking the guard into taking his lunch earlier after overhearing his child was sick. “He hasn’t had any violent acts in a little over a year. His file can attest that he’s currently not a danger. I’ll be fine, your kid needs you.” Reluctantly, he followed your suggestion but would of course try to be back in time for transport.

“You call if anything goes left, alright? Remember your panic button,” the man, maybe 10 years older, states peering dead center into your pupils so you’d know he was serious and he’d know you were listening. A quick nod sends him on his way to retrieve Steve; leaving you to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

A smirk tugs on his lips once the door closes behind him. His deep blue eyes raking up and down your seated body; appreciating the black, knee-length pencil skirt you chose to wear rather than your typical slacks. “Good afternoon Steve.”

“Afternoon,” he replies slightly tilting his head forward in greeting. “Since we’re still meeting, I take it what I said wasn’t all that bad. That you might’ve even agreed with me..”

Fast forward, your secret rendezvouses were still going strong. You on your knees for him just as you were that first day gladly bobbing up and down his throbbing length. Your hand not clutching his thigh twisting and rubbing what you couldn’t reach.

“This is how you act a week without me huh?,” he smirks with his larger hand clutching the back of your neck. When you peer up at him through wet lashes - moaning as you nod your head - he nearly comes undone cursing under his breath as the veins in his neck distend in that way you love so much.

Just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s quick to pull you off causing you to gasp for breath as he maneuvers you to your feet. Turning you so your back would hit the wall as he hurriedly pushes your dress up over your hips. As usual, he’s met with your bare center glistening and ready for him.

“Fuck..need to be inside you,” Steve whispers against your lips before claiming your mouth as he’s done plenty times before. His tongue easily dominating yours only makes you wetter and thighs feel sticky.

“Steve please,” you pout. “Fill me up.” His hand grips under your knee simultaneously lifting and spreading you so he could slide in. His member thick, red, and leaking when he pulls down his orange pants. Luckily Steve wasn’t in the teasing mood, roughly entering your needy hole and making you loudly moan before his mouth was covering yours again.

“You’re gonna get us caught sweetheart,” he chuckles kissing along your jaw and neck. “Then again, maybe that’s what you want.” His pace begins to quicken as your hands clutch his shoulders and fingernails dig into his skin causing him to groan. “Want someone to see how good I make you feel? How deep you take me?”

“Steve,” you whine letting your head fall back against the wall. The slapping of his hips against yours nearly drowning out your panting and whimpers. “S’close.”

“I know, I know. God you’re so pretty like this, all blissed out and dumb.” He practically growls into your chest trying to hold on for longer, but he knows he’ll be gone soon the way you squeeze around him so tight. Even after all these months of meetings.

His free hand moves between you to circle your nearly raw nub as he switches between kisses and nips along your breast making you arch and tears prick the corners of your eyes feeling that addicting wave overtake you. “Ste-..I-…plea-,”

“Give it to me, cmon.” It wasn’t long after your release crashed into you that Steve was following, burying his face in your neck as he kept his moans and whimpers low. His hand massages your achy thigh while he pecks along the column of your throat in an effort to calm you down.

“My pretty girl. Did so good for me.” You couldn’t help but giggle feeling your cheeks heat at his words.

“T-Thank you Steve.”

How so much can change in the matter of hours.

-

Sat on your couch, knees pressed against your chest, all you can do is listen as the man rummages in your fridge and pantry trying to find whatever it was he wanted. The television playing a game show you’d usually be interested in, but now can’t even hear it with the pounding in your ears. Your heart still thudding since first leaving your bedroom to investigate the noise you heard and finding him in your living room.

“Figured you’d want some,” he states placing the cup of peppermint tea on the table in front of you. How he knew, you didn’t have the stomach to think about let alone how he knew where you lived in the first place.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. Your first words to him tonight.

Steve just lowly chuckles. “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was.”

“That still doesn’t give-,”

“Then why leave your key?,” he counters. “Of all our sessions I didn’t even know you had them. Yet today there it was.”

You didn’t purposely leave your key. Already in a rush when you arrived that morning, you just left it out rather than placing it in your wallet like usual. It wasn’t until you were in your car on the way home that you remembered it shining against the hardwood off to the side. According to protocol, you should’ve notified someone but you figured you could just get it the next morning and use your spare in the meantime.

In retrospect, you realize Steve must’ve seen and swiped it when you weren’t looking. Probably when you were cleaning yourself up and righting your dress.

“The key was just out Steve,” you carefully try to explain seeing the confusion in his features. “I didn’t leave it on purpose.”

“So now this is all my fault?”

“No it’s no one’s fault-,”

His sudden movement - standing to pace along the expanse of your bay window - startles you to stand yourself and ready to run if needed. “Can’t you see I did this for us?!”

“I-I know Steve, but-,”

“No,” he darkly chuckles shaking his head as he steps closer. “No don’t even try. This is real and we both know it!”

You quickly wipe away the tear falling from your eye trying to stay calm; hoping you could turn the situation around. That feeling entirely fleets watching him pull out his notebook and flip through the dated pages smudged with something…shiny.

“I saved these just in case you tried to deny it. Make it seem like I was the crazy one.”

Cautiously, you close the gap between you. Luckily he lets you hold his hand when you reach out towards him. “Y-You’re not crazy and I’m not denying anything Steve.” His frustration shifts to a soft smile gazing into your brown eyes. “We need to get you back to your cell though. You don’t wanna ruin all your progress right?”

Somehow you steady yourself not to flinch when his hand rises to caress your soft cheek. His thumb lowering to trace your plump lips he loved so much.

Love. He loved you. And if his mother taught him anything, you do any and everything for those you love.

“I can’t do that. You need someone to take care of you like only I can. You didn’t even check your windows before you went to bed sweetheart.” You can’t fight the tears now fully letting them flow as your future vanishes before your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here now,” he coos. Those arms you once fantasized about now burning against your skin for a different reason. “No one’s separating us again.”

[cloudystevie]

guys my age

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pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: having a crush on your father’s best friend shouldn’t be an issue, until that friend is steve rogers and he has you pinned against the wall.

word count: 4,070

warnings: age gap, implied absent mother, oral f receiving, language, fingering, sex, praise kink, slight degradation kink, dom! steve, daddy kink and some dirty talk.

author’s note: has been a while since i wrote a smut fic for steve so… here u are. as always reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! :) my work is not meant to be reposted or stolen, this is the only place i upload my work and if you steal it i’ll have early 2000′s chris eat your toes

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[worksby-d]

That’s the idea

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy has to calm your nerves before taking you to meet some of his coworkers.

Warnings: divorced!Andy 🙂‍↕️, age gap probably (‘cause it's me), shower sex, blowjob/face fucking, unprotected sex, 18+

Word count: ~1,200

a/n: it's been MONTHSSSS since i've written smut let's please be nice 😭🫶

“It's gonna be fine, hon—” 

His voice is slightly drowned out by the sound of the running water. As he showers, you're sitting on his bathroom counter, talking his ear off while waiting for your turn. It's all of your nerves bubbling to the surface at once at the thought of meeting his coworkers for the first time. 

Before he can try to quell your worries for the umpteenth time, you're going on again. 

“What if they don't like me?” 

“It's just a retirement party, sweetheart…” He waits for you to interrupt again, but you’re letting him finish for once. “Low pressure, I promise.” 

“I know, but…” 

Your but is quiet. The thought you can't shake is knowing that these are people that knew Andy’s ex-wife and probably liked her… liked them together. You know he'd hate the fact you're comparing yourself though. 

“What if they're mean to me?” You're kind of joking now, but it's your way of deflecting from your actual nerves for a moment. “You talk about them being assholes a lot…” 

“They're not gonna be mean to you,” he says sternly. “I won't let them.” 

All you can see through the fogged up glass enclosing the shower is his silhouette, but you can hear it in his voice that he's rolling his eyes at you. 

“Are you done yet?” You finally ask. 

You know time is ticking. 

Before his response, you hear the door slide open and you watch as he peeks his head out. 

“Come here, please,” he asks, waving his hand toward himself. 

Reluctantly, you hop off the counter and step toward him. 

“What?” 

Instead of answering, he kisses you. “Relax,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“I'm fucking nervous,” you remind him, as if he hasn't gotten the hint yet. 

“I can tell,” he laughs.

The slow, breathtaking kiss works for a split second, until his damp hand touches your cheek. 

“Andy,” you chuckle, pulling away. Your smile falters as you look in his eyes. “What if I embarrass you?” 

“The hypotheticals,” he groans, dropping his head back in faux anguish before looking back at you. “Remind me, who’s the attorney here?” 

That gets you to crack a smile. “But I'm being serious.” 

“I know you are,” he assures. “That's not gonna happen though.” 

His hands find yours, entwining his fingers with yours. And just like that, he's gotten you back. You lean in and melt into his kiss again. You don't stop him this time, letting him untie your robe and help you slip out of it. 

Stepping into the shower with him, his arms wrap tightly around you. 

“It’s not working,” you mumble. 

“What isn't?” He teases.

“You keep trying to calm me down,” you chuckle. “But we don't have time for this.” 

He drops his forehead to your shoulder, letting out a laugh. 

“You are so on edge.” He presses a soft kiss to your skin. His fingers are trailing up and down your sides. “Give me a couple minutes.” 

“Okay,” you sigh. “But no funny business. We really have to get going—” 

“Trust me, honey,” he says, kissing your neck. “This is very serious business to me.” 

Your lips part in a silent moan and your fingers flex, digging into his back. 

He smirks, knowing it's working. 

“Think you can get on your knees for me?” He whispers in your ear. 

…And you're gone. He knows exactly how to pause your racing thoughts when you give him the chance. 

He feels your nod. “That's my girl,” he smiles, holding your hands as you lower yourself to kneel in front of him, making sure you don't slip. 

It's hard to look away once you're level with his hard cock, but you shift your eyes to look up into his. He's giving you a look, as if telling you you know what to do. 

Your mouth falls open, enough for you to stick your tongue out for him. He slaps the head of his cock against it. 

“There you go,” he praises, caressing your cheek with his other hand. “Now open up all the way for me.” 

You listen, parting your lips further so he can thrust his cock into your mouth. 

Your hands rest on his thighs to support yourself as you slowly relax for him. You can hear him groan above you when he feels you softly gag around him. 

His hand on your cheek moves closer to your neck, and to the back of your head, keeping you still as he does the work for you. 

“Oh, yeah, that's it,” he moans quietly. “Fuck, baby.” 

Simple praises laced between his sounds of pleasure make your eyes roll back as he proves how easily he can, in fact, calm you down. 

When he feels himself getting close, he forces himself to take a step back, pulling his cock out of your mouth, and allows you to take in a deep breath. 

Your chest heaves as you take a couple more and let him help you up. Catching your breath doesn't keep you from donning a blissful smile once you're face to face with him again. 

“Feeling better?” He teases. 

You let out a short laugh, your lean-in for a kiss giving him your answer.

“Good,” he says against your lips. It turns into a deep kiss. intoxicating enough to keep you doing as he says. “Now turn around.” 

His hands stay protectively near your hips as you turn away from him, placing your hands in front of you and arching your back. 

“You’d think this wasn't your first time,” he quips as you move exactly how he'd position you. 

One hand slips from your hip to between your legs, teasing two fingers along your slit before rubbing your clit. 

“Gonna fuck this pretty pussy for good measure.” His voice is low as he strokes his cock with his other hand. “Want how good you feel to be the only thought in your pretty head, okay?” 

“Please,” you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, needing to feel more than just his fingers. 

One thrust of his hips has you moaning loudly, immediately begging him to move faster as you feel inch-by-inch of his length slowly sinking into you. 

He lifts and holds one of your legs up, spreading you open for him so he can fuck you deeper. 

“Feels so good,” you whine, dropping your own hand down to rub your clit again. “You're gonna make me cum.” 

“That's the idea, baby.” His laugh turns into a moan of his own as he feels your cunt tighten around him. “Do it. Cum for me. Let go, sweetheart.” 

After a couple moments of his steady movements and dirty encouragements, you cry out his name as waves of pleasure wash over you. It's a good thing both of his hands are on you, holding you up as your legs quiver. 

“Good girl,” he grunts. 

A few rough thrusts as he works you through your high cause him to come undone too. His hips still as his cock twitches, spilling inside you. 

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily, rubbing your side. His other hand gently lowers your leg and moves to keep a steady grip on your waist.

He pulls out of you slowly, giving you a second before helping you turn back around. 

“Very serious business, my ass,” you pant, working on catching your breath as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” he laughs and hugs you tighter. “It worked, didn't it?” 

“We'll see,” you sigh. 

“Honey…” He chuckles. He swears he doesn't know what to do with you sometimes. “It's gonna be fine, I promise.” 

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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Request: How about something like a bunny girl ventures into a forbidden part of the forest by accident while foraging for winter, and is taken by a werewolf who has been exiled from his pack? I wouldn't mind some overstimulation, a bit of CNC, praise kink, etc. But honestly, do whatever you think works! I'll be happy with just about anything.

Bunnydoll

Werewolf x werebunny fem!reader || (light) CNC, praise kink, chasing, knotting, dom/sub dynamics, dub-con (heavy), dirty talk || tw: implied kidnapping

You were just foraging, you tried to convince yourself of that. Nothing wrong with going out of the cave when he wasn’t there. It didn’t matter that he forbid you. You were just foraging the first time he got to you, too. And then you were his. You were his mate and now the sole member of his pack. He caught you once… And he would catch you again.

You heard his howl in the distance, and you threw the basket into the ground, all your berries falling to the ground. And before you could realize, you were running.

Your paws taking you as fast as possible through the woods. But you knew you weren’t fast enough. You knew he could catch you. You knew you shouldn’t have run in the first place. He had very few rules, and one of them was no running away from him. Your bunny brain couldn’t grasp what would happen, not really. But you ran… You ran for him.

And he promised.

He promised he would catch you and he would fuck you. And you… You ran. You weren’t sure if you wanted that or not. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be caught. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to catch you… But he promised he would, and you were running through the woods with a feral werewolf on your tail. It was probably a bad decision on your part, but you couldn’t turn back now.

Your ears kept twitching trying to catch a sound in the wind, to know if he was, in fact, behind you. But you couldn’t hear anything. You couldn’t hear him, or the woods, or anything over your beating heart. The fear running in your veins was just passed by the arousal crushing your body. You didn’t want to get caught, did you? But you couldn’t ignore the fact that you did ran. Even if he promised, you ran away from him…

And you were going to pay the consequences.

You heard him before you saw him, a howl not too far away from you, followed by his words, spiking anxiety inside your trembling body. “I told you I was gonna catch you. Told you it was in vain to run…” His growl behind you made you shiver, your whole body froze in the middle of the clearing. You didn’t know where he was, but you knew he won. He caught you.

“I- I’m…” You stuttered, no words coming out of your mouth, your ears twitching again, trying to locate him in the woods. You couldn’t see him. Not hear where he was.

He laughed cruelly at your stuttering, making you shiver. “Don’t. I didn’t say you could talk, did I?” You closed your mouth audibly, silencing your pleas and your denials. “Strip. Lay down on the floor, legs up your chest, I want to see how wet you are. I want to see what the chase did to you. And I don’t want to hear a peep while you do.” His orders were enough to make you want to whine, and you did, biting down on your lip to avoid crying. Tears prickled in your eyes as you did what he asked.

You laid your clothes on the hard floor and laid on top of them, grabbing your legs and pushing them against your chest, exposing yourself completely to his eyes. You saw him then, his bloodthirsty eyes focused on your dripping center. You felt embarrassed to know what the chase did to you, and even more so when he laughed at you, approaching and dragging his claw along your wet pussy.

“I told you I would catch you. I told you I would get what’s mine.” His words sounded crazed, his fangs glistening in the night as he laid over you, your legs over his shoulders and his leaking erection right where it belonged. He didn’t wait, didn’t give you a heads up, he pushed inside you as you threw your head back and cried out. “Such a good girl.” You couldn’t avoid clenching around his length, his fangs pressing down on your neck when you inhaled harshly at his words. “I felt that, do you like when I praise you? You like to be praised like the good little whore you are? You can talk now.” His filthy words in your ear made you squirm and whimper.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to deny the effect he had in you, but when you opened your mouth to say anything, the only words that left were: “Yes, yes please.”

“Please, what? What do you want me to do to your cute bunny-pussy?” He was lazily fucking into you, not caring about your pleasure, just jerking his cock with your pliant pussy, using you like the bunnytoy you were.

“Fu- fuck me,” you told him, not a plea, not an order, but a request. His lazy thrusts were accompanied by his fangs grazing your neck over and over, right over your pulse point, making your heart skip a beat and your pussy clench around him. The danger of it, the feel of being consumed and treated just like a prey… it aroused you to no end.

He laughed at you, once again. “That’s not all you want, is it? Be truthful right now, little whore. I will give it to you, you just need to ask. Come on, again: what do you want me to do?” You knew what he wanted you to say. You knew what he was waiting for.

And you embarrassed yourself whispering: “Knot me.”

He chuckled at your pitiful voice and fucked into your with intent, his hips hitting your body and making you fold like a pretzel. “Louder,” he ordered.

“Knot me!” You screamed into the night, not worried anymore if someone heard you. He was hitting all your good places, and it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed all.

“That’s right, you are such a good girl. Do you deserve a knot? Do good girls deserve to be knotted?” His praise paired with his cruel tone made you whimper and try to grind your hips up to meet his. He didn’t let you, his teeth pressing against your neck and reminding you who had all the power there.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Please,” you could only beg.

“Good needy little whore. I’ll give you my knot. But first, you have to do something for me.” You felt tears running down your face as he kept fucking your pussy like you were just a toy.

“Wha- what?” You asked, desperation bleeding into your tone.

“Tell me how good it feels, tell me how good I fuck your pussy. Tell me your pussy is all mine.” You thought about it for about two seconds before realizing it might be the only way you could fight back a bit, challenge him for the power.

“It feels good,” you lied.

“Just good? Don’t be a liar now.” He laughed. “I could stop. If you aren’t enjoying it I could stop right now and leave you here, panting and desperate.”

You shook your head over and over. “No, no, no, no! I- I love it. I love your dick. I love it.” You were increasingly louder, his thrusts hitting your G-spot and his claws grazing your clit, a threat of a good time mixed with the danger of its sharpness.

“That’s a good little bunnywhore. What else?” He punctuated each word with a thrust, your eyes rolling back into your head. His questions were driving you insane, your brain could barely process anything when he played with you like that.

“My- My pussy is yours,” you let out, surrendering to him completely.

“Damn right it is. And you know what I do with my pussy?” You shook your head, tears flowing and ears twitching, your paws grabbing onto the back of his head as he whispered in your ear: “I knot it.” And then you felt the telltale sign of his knot asking for entrance, demanding it. He pushed in and out a few more times, the filthy sounds of your pussy making you blush redder and redder, your years flopping over your head every time he thrusted inside. And when his knot finally pushed inside, you let out a silent cry, your brain too gone to even produce sounds. “Keep talking, little whore. Tell me how does it feel. Does it feel good to have a big knot inside of you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chanted. You knew he wanted words, but you couldn’t get two thoughts in a row without one of them being how great it felt to have him inside of you. “It feels great. I love it. I love your knot inside of me. I love it.” You knew you were blabbering, your words losing meaning as he ground his hips into you, his knot pushing insistently against your G-spot making you see stars and galaxies behind your closed eyes.

You felt the signs of an imminent orgasm, and you knew he did, too. “Are you gonna come? Are you gonna make a mess out of your pretty pussy? Did you ask for permission?” He growled and you felt another shoot of his cum inside of you.

Oh shit. “Can I- can I come?” You thought about it with the last functioning neuron inside your brain, the one that wasn’t being fucked out of you, yet. “Can I come, please?”

“That’s a good girl. Just because you asked nicely… You can.” You whined at his words, but he didn’t stop. “Come now,” he commanded. His voice was final and authoritative, and just like the toy you were, like the good little bunnydoll he liked to use… You did.

You came messily around him, a filthy symphony of juices as he ground his knot against your dripping wet pussy. It should make you embarrassed how wet you got, how messily you came… But you were far beyond it. You were ascending to a high so tall you didn’t know if you’d survive the fall. You were seeing stars and galaxies, and probably the origin of life as you came. You screamed until your throat was raw and no more sounds were coming out of your mouth.

He kept whispering sweet words against your neck, his fangs nipping at your skin and making you shiver over and over, aftershocks hitting your system like tiny earthquakes. “I told you not to run,” he whispered against your ear as he got up with your pussy still wrapped around his knot, bouncing you as he walked back to the cave.

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🍂 a shelter in the storm 🍂

pairing: park ranger!steve rogers x female reader

summary: a handsome park ranger saved you and offered you a place to stay for the night after you got lost on your hike to look at the fall leaves, but when you're woken in the night, you find more than the fireplace is heating up his log cabin.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut with lots of fluff, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (f and m), mutual masturbation, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, some bdsm dynamics, consent checks, piv sex, bareback sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart), aftercare, multiple orgasms, first meetings, strangers to lovers

word count: 8.7k

a/n: ok here's the next fic for a cozy steve rogers autumn—this time with park ranger!steve rogers!! i'm posting it second but it was actually the last of the fics i wrote, so i was purposefully aiming for a premise that was especially autumnal, and i thought a park ranger au would be fun to try out! i took some inspiration for park ranger!steve from the book break the rules by roxie noir, insofar as steve built his own cabin for himself and he isn't a law enforcement ranger. anyway, i hope y'all enjoy park ranger!steve rogers!!

a cozy steve rogers autumn masterlist

You thought, at first, it was the thunderstorm beyond the walls of the cozy log cabin that had roused you from sleep, the lightning streaking across the sky through the dense foliage of the autumn forest and the rumbling thunder dragging you from your peaceful rest. You were swathed in warm flannel blankets, and a fire was crackling in the grate of the bedroom, creating a gentle ambiance amid the storm still raging in the night.

It took you a long moment to remember that you didn’t have a fireplace in your bedroom at home, nor was your bed covered in flannel blankets. Your eyes fluttered open with confusion as you looked around the vaguely familiar room, taking in the log cabin walls, wooden furnishings and masculine decor. The flannel blankets under which you were buried were a burnt orange and forest green plaid that matched the warm tones of the room, making it feel extra cozy with the fire and the storm outside.

The events that led to you sleeping in a strange cabin came back to you slowly—the park ranger named Steve Rogers who’d found you in the forest after you’d gotten yourself lost, the offer he’d made to let you stay the night in his cabin because the oncoming thunderstorm was likely to wash out the roads down the mountain and the way he’d insisted you take the bedroom while he’d sleep on the couch. With a wince at your own overconfidence, you also remembered the ill-advised decision you’d made to take a day trip out of the city to go hiking by yourself so you could take in the fall foliage along the trails of the national park.

Sympathetic embarrassment flooded through you as you remembered the way you’d stumbled over your words as you’d explained to the unbelievably handsome park ranger that you’d gotten lost coming down the mountain, and didn’t have any service on your phone to pull up a map or call for help. You pulled the flannel blankets up over your face as if you could hide from the memory of Steve calmly, and more kindly than you probably deserved as someone who’d gone hiking without a physical map, told you that you were on the other side of the mountain than where you’d started.

At that exact, unfortunate moment, you’d both heard the distant rumble of thunder, and Steve had led you quickly to his truck. There, he’d grimly explained the trouble of the storm washing out the roads and making them unsafe to drive on. He’d offered to let you stay with him at his home, just outside the boundaries of the national park forest, and given you his satellite phone to call someone to tell them where you were and that you were safe. When you’d gotten your best friend on the line, Steve insisted you give them his badge number and address to make you and your friend feel more at ease with you staying with a stranger. Once you’d ended the call, Steve had driven you to his home, a cozy little log cabin he’d built for himself.

Which was how you’d ended up buried under the blankets in the only bed Steve had, the fire he’d built to keep you warm burning low in the grate and the thunderstorm continuing into the early hours of the morning. Despite only knowing Steve a short time, there was something about the park ranger that made you feel safe and at ease in his presence. It certainly helped that he took great care to make you feel comfortable, from building the fire in your bedroom, to giving you clean clothes and letting you use his shower. He’d even cooked you dinner, before bidding you goodnight while you retired to the bedroom with its lock on the door. 

His kindness and respectfulness only made you feel worse for the inappropriate thoughts and feelings you’d begun to have toward your host. Steve was most likely acting out of a sense of chivalry by opening his home to you and giving you a safe, warm place to stay. But that didn’t stop your mind from running wild with fantasies about the handsome park ranger. 

Steve had looked capable and authoritative in his park ranger uniform, but when you’d gotten to his cabin, he’d stripped out of the shirt as he’d prepared to make a fire in the living room. The move had left him clad in only a white t-shirt tucked into his uniform pants, the soft-looking cotton pulled tight across his pecs and the bulges of his biceps. While you’d watched him crouch in front of the fireplace, admiring his ass while he wasn’t paying attention to you, you’d imagined him stripping out of the rest of his clothes, baring his broad, golden chest, his thick thighs, and whatever he was hiding in those tight pants of his.

Throughout Steve working on the fire, giving you a tour of the cabin and cooking dinner, all you could do was try not to stare at him and hold up your end of the conversation. He’d kept you talking for most of the evening, asking you about your job, your friends and family and your favorite books and movies. It had helped to distract you and make you comfortable, but whenever there was a lull in the conversation, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what it would feel like to have the park ranger with the broad shoulders toss you around in his flannel-covered bed. 

As you lay in that exact bed in the middle of the night, breathing in the faint smell of him—like evergreen trees and fresh air—your straying thoughts only got worse. All you could think about was what may have happened if Steve hadn’t been such a gentleman and had insisted on sharing his bed together. Maybe you would’ve woken up with the park ranger curled around your back, the bulge in his gray sweatpants wedged against your ass. Or maybe you would’ve draped yourself over him in your sleep and woken to his rumbling voice murmuring encouragement while you humped against his tree trunk thigh.

In the quiet between crashes of thunder, you heard a distant sound in the cabin that had you immediately growing more aware of your surroundings as your body heated beneath the flannel blankets. The sound wasn’t like a crackling fire or the settling of the wood. If you weren’t mistaken, it had sounded like a moan, and the distance it had come from made you think its source was the living room where Steve was sleeping on the couch.

Distantly, you realized it was the sound that had initially woken you, and you wondered why Steve would be making such a sound in the middle of the night. Your thoughts wanted to stray to the filthiest explanation your mind could come up with, but you firmly stopped that train of thought in its tracks. Instead, you clung to the edges of the blankets with desperate fingers and strained your ears to hear the sound again while your core throbbed between your thighs.

After long moments of hearing nothing, you swallowed and realized your throat was dry. Suddenly, you felt parched and in desperate need of a glass of water. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you slipped from beneath the blankets on Steve’s bed and tiptoed to the door of his room. It certainly wasn’t that you wanted to investigate the debauched sound that had woken you.

Easing the door open, you were so focused on staying quiet that you didn’t even consider putting more clothes on. Instead, you crept down the hallway towards the living room in nothing more than one of Steve’s flannel shirts and some panties. The shirt was long enough that it mostly covered your ass anyway, so if he happened to be up and you happened to run into him while you were getting water, you were mostly decent. Mostly. 

Another groan came from the living room, sounding much less muffled than when you were in the bedroom, and you froze in the shadowed hallway. Heat bloomed through your body, settling heavily in your core and your breasts, making your nipples pucker with arousal. Your reaction to the sound even curled your toes against the cold wooden floor while you bit your lip against a soft whimper of your own. Before you could second-guess your instincts, you were creeping closer to where the hallway fed into the open space of the living room, kitchen and dining area at the front of the cabin.

As you moved closer, you saw Steve lounging in the center of the couch, facing the fireplace in front of him. His head was tossed back, his eyes closed and his face twisted with pleasure. You leaned against the wall for balance and pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to see over the back of the couch and followed the line of his body down to his lap, where you discovered the source of his groans. 

One of Steve’s big hands was fisted around his thick cock, his sweatpants shoved down to his thighs and his shirt pushed up over his abs, his disheveled clothes framing his hard length perfectly. The firelight licked over the shaft of Steve’s cock, making the ridges of his veins stand out in sharp contrast. He was so hard that even from the hallway, you could see the way he twitched, precum beading from the tip of his length. 

Desire, hot and merciless, rolled through your body, making your nipples tighten into stiff peaks beneath the soft flannel of Steve’s shirt. You felt yourself getting wet and clenched your thighs together against the insistent ache building in your core to have something buried in your empty hole. You knew you should turn away, give Steve his privacy. After all, you’d discovered the source of the mysterious sound. But instead, you held your breath and inched further toward the end of the hall, determined to get a better look at Steve pleasuring himself.

Steve’s eyes were still screwed shut as he stroked his cock slowly, almost torturously like he was trying to draw out his pleasure as long as possible. The sight was so deliriously hot, you half believed you were dreaming somehow. But then he groaned again and the filthy sound filling the room made your body zing in response, wetness pooling in your panties and your tits aching with the need for attention. 

Every time Steve’s cock twitched while you watched him, you felt an answering clench in your pussy, your cunt throbbing with the desire to have him inside you. He had such a perfect cock, you almost wanted to sigh dreamily looking at it. It was thick and veiny, and long enough that it’d be a struggle to take him all the way inside you, but you were more than willing to take on that particular challenge. 

No matter that you knew you were treading upon Steve’s private moment, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the picture he painted—his large body draped over the couch cushions, the warm glow of the fire casting him in golden light and dark shadows. He was beautiful, desire incarnate, and you couldn’t stop looking at him, your gaze hungrily taking in the way the muscles in his arms flexed with every stroke, his abs contracting when his hips bucked lightly into his fist. As you watched, Steve’s adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, the park ranger biting off a groan that rumbled in his chest. 

It wasn’t a conscious decision—your mind was too fogged with sleep and arousal to think very hard anyway—but one minute your fingers were twisted in the hem of Steve’s shirt you’d worn to bed, and the next they were slipping inside your panties. You found yourself dripping wet and had to suck in a silent breath to keep your own sounds of pleasure to yourself. You rubbed your clit slowly, matching the speed of Steve’s hand stroking his cock, trying to draw out the moment just as he seemed to be doing. 

For long minutes, you stayed like that, standing on tiptoes and pressed against the wall of the hallway to watch Steve pleasure himself while you rubbed your clit to the sight. Then, you were shocked when a single word tumbled from Steve’s lips on a rumbling groan—that word being your name. 

You tried to press a hand over you mouth in time to muffle your gasp so you wouldn’t be caught, but you didn’t know if you were successful. Even if you weren’t, it didn’t seem like Steve noticed because he never faltered in his slow, steady rhythm as he continued jerking himself off. Meanwhile, your body felt like it was going haywire with the knowledge that the handsome park ranger was stroking his cock to the thought of you. Your pussy throbbed desperately, your tits ached and your entire body wanted to be pressed against Steve, his big cock pushing deep into your cunt while he moaned your name again.

The energy in the room shifted slightly, but you were concentrating too hard on Steve’s fist and cock and your fingers on your clit to notice that the park ranger’s eyes had flickered open. Without realizing it, you’d edged too far out of the shadows of the hallway and into the light cast by the fire. It was an even bigger shock than hearing your name from Steve’s lips when he addressed you directly.

“You can keep watching from there if you want, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, his voice low and rough with arousal. His hand slowed a little, gliding up and down his hard, thick length as he went on. “But you’re welcome to come closer if you want a better look.”  

Your gasp of surprise was loud in the quiet room, overtaking the soft crackling of the fire and the distant booms of thunder. Flicking your gaze up to Steve’s face, you found he’d turned his head toward the hallway, so he was looking at you with heated blue eyes over the back of the couch. As you stared dumbly at his amused expression, his eyes dropped and you watched as they darkened even further when he discovered your hand was shoved in your panties.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Steve rasped, his gaze meeting yours again, a new urgency in his voice. “Let me see what your fingers are doing in those cute panties.”

You pulled your hand guiltily out of your panties and hid your glistening fingers behind you even as your feet carried you into the living room, walking around the couch to stand near Steve. For a moment, you stood there uncertainly, your eyes flicking from Steve’s cock to his face to the fire glowing in the grate, unsure where to look. The park ranger watched you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your bare legs and up to the hem of his shirt, a gentle, pleased smile curling the corner of his mouth.

“You look pretty in my shirt, sweetheart,” Steve said in a low, gravelly voice. His praise helped to settle your nerves a little and you met his gaze for a moment, smiling shyly while your fingers toyed with the edge of the flannel where it fluttered around your upper thighs. An answering smile spread slowly across Steve’s face. “Will ya take your panties off and sit down for me?” he asked, softly patting the couch cushion beside him. 

The couch was a massive piece of furniture, taking up most of the space in front of the fireplace. But with its overstuffed brown leather cushions, it looked warm and inviting. Steve had made it look even cozier with blankets thrown over the back and three or four throw pillows positioned to each side. The park ranger himself was the most alluring part, though, his blue eyes fixed on you and a hopeful smile on his face.

Eager to join Steve on the couch, you hooked your fingers in your panties and pushed them down your legs quickly, letting them pool at your feet. You stepped out of them and slid onto the couch beside Steve, facing him. You lay back into the pillows leaning against the arm of the couch before swinging your legs up and, after a brief moment of hesitation, parted your thighs to give Steve a look at your pussy. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, his hand squeezing the base of his cock hard enough that it twitched and more precum pearled at the tip. It began to roll down his thick length, and Steve’s fist gathered his arousal and spread it around the head of his cock, making him glisten enticingly in the firelight. You watched in rapture, before glancing up at Steve’s face and then you couldn’t decide where you wanted to look more—at his perfect cock or at the hungry desire etched into his expression.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” Steve rumbled, so low you could barely hear him over the crackling of the fire and the thunderstorm beyond the cabin. “And so wet—is your pretty pussy wet for me, sweetheart?” 

Biting your lip against a naughty smile, you nodded, spreading your thighs a little wider. “I heard you,” you whispered, glancing down at Steve’s cock that he was still stroking in his fist. Your fingers teased down your thighs, trailing closer to the place where you were aching to be touched. 

“And it turned you on, baby?” Steve asked when you didn’t go on, a grin tugging at the edge of his mouth. “Your pussy got all wet from the sound of me jerking off?” When you nodded again, he groaned, his head falling back against the couch while his eyes fluttered closed. When you sucked in a sharp little breath, it caught Steve’s attention and he looked back at you. “Show me, sweetheart—let me see just how wet you got for me.”

Steve’s warm, rumbling voice and the desire in his tone made you feel more confident, almost bold. You slid one of your hands between your thighs and used your fingers to spread your pussy lips, giving Steve a good look at your drenched folds, throbbing clit and clenching hole. Steve groaned again at the sight, a sound almost like he was being tortured. His eyes nearly closed with pleasure, but he kept them cracked open so he could stare hungrily at your most intimate place.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he praised in a low, growly voice, his eyes intent on your pussy. “Show daddy your pretty hole and sweet button.” You gasped at what he called himself, your hips squirming as you felt your heartbeat pulsing in your core, more arousal leaking from your pussy. Steve grinned, his gaze shimmering in the firelight as he caught your eye. “Mm you like that, don’t you, baby? Like the idea of calling me daddy—I can see your hole clench for me when I say it.”

He was right, and you’d felt it, too, the way your inner walls had clamped down around nothing when he’d called himself ‘daddy’. Your breathing was already heavier, your chest rising and falling rapidly beneath Steve’s flannel shirt as desire burned through your body. Steve kept staring at you, his blue eyes molten with hunger, and you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle on the couch. He seemed to know the effect he was having on you, because Steve’s mouth quirked in a small smirk.

“Say it, baby—let me hear you say it.” His order was gentled by the warmth in his tone, the sound of his rumbling voice sending more heat spiralling through your body. Steve’s voice went even deeper with his next words. “Call me daddy.” 

You were helpless to the park ranger’s sweet command and you parted your lips to obey. “D-daddy,” you whispered, your tongue tripping over the word you’d never said in such a context before. But you instantly liked the way it felt, the dirtiness of it. You smiled, saying it again, “Daddy.” Your eyes went heavy-lidded with arousal, but your pleased expression was nothing compared to the look of pure, ravenous desire on Steve’s face.

“Play with your pussy, baby,” Steve said in a lust-soaked voice, his hand still stroking his cock slowly while he watched the juncture between your thighs. “Show daddy how you made yourself feel good while you were spying on him.” 

The slight recrimination in his tone made you hotter and you eagerly did as he said, using the fingers of your hand not holding yourself spread open to tease circles around your clit. The pleasure and desire pounding through your body loosened your lips and you whimpered, “I’m sorry, daddy,” as you pouted up at Steve. “I didn’t mean to spy on you, I was just getting some water and I—” You dipped a finger into your dripping hole, making your breath catch and halting your words. You gathered your wetness from the source and rubbed it around your clit, making yourself nice and slick.

“You what, baby?” Steve asked in a low, urgent voice. When you opened your eyes and took in the eagerness on his face, you smiled, your eyes trailing down to where his fist was sliding a little faster up and down his length. You matched his speed as you circled your clit and went on.

“I couldn’t help myself, daddy, you’re just so big and hard,” you confessed breathlessly, a hiccuping whimper falling from your lips. “I don’t know what happened, I just got so wet and achy and my button was throbbing.” You flicked your thumb over your clit, dragging a gasp from yourself as pleasure spiked through your body, your hips writhing on the couch. “I just needed to rub my button, daddy, I needed it so bad,” you whined, arching your back up off the pillows and pushing your tits against the soft flannel, the stimulation against your stiff peaks shooting straight to your core.

You didn’t know where your innocent act was coming from—you’d known exactly what you were doing when you’d crept down the hallway of Steve’s cabin to investigate the moaning sound he’d made, and you knew why you’d gotten so aroused. Though you couldn’t necessarily say why you’d thought it was ok to touch yourself while you watched him, you chalked it up to being woken up in the middle of the night and being too turned on to think straight. But it made you hotter to play innocent, and Steve seemed all too happy to indulge you. 

“Good girl, sweetheart, you’re doing so good for daddy,” Steve rasped, his eyes intent on the way your finger was playing with your clit, teasing and then flicking the bundle of nerves to drive your pleasure steadily higher. “You look so sweet rubbing your button, baby.” Steve groaned and he leaned closer to you. He didn’t touch you, though, which only made his closeness all the more frustrating as you pushed yourself toward your peak. “Such a pretty little filthy thing,” Steve rumbled distractedly, his dirty words pouring over you and turning you on more. “With your thighs spread for the nice park ranger who saved you, your greedy fingers playing with your pussy for him.” 

The way Steve was talking, the way he spoke about himself and what you were doing, it was almost too much, adding to the heat building in your core. You gave up trying to match Steve’s slow, torturous pace on his cock and rubbed your needy clit in tight circles, your release approaching fast. “Daddy, daddy,” you whined, your voice rising to the rafters of the cabin in a helpless plea. “I need to come, daddy—can I come, please?” you asked, opening your eyes, not knowing when you’d shut them tight, and looking to Steve. You’d never asked for permission to come before, but you liked giving that control to Steve. 

Steve’s grin was wolfish as he leaned even closer to you, until he was hovering above your lower body, still managing not to touch you. “Come,” he commanded in a raspy voice. He had to stop and clear his throat before he continued on in a deep rumble. “Come for daddy, sweetheart, rub your sweet little button and come while daddy watches your pussy clench around nothing.”

A whine unleashed from your throat when his teasing words reminded you how empty you felt, so you shoved two fingers into your hole, your thumb rubbing furiously at your clit. “Thank you, daddy,” you whimpered, your body writhing on the couch, your hips squirming as you chased your release. You were so lost in the headiness of the moment, by the feeling of Steve’s eyes on your body, that it didn’t take long until the tension coiling in your belly snapped. You came apart on your fingers, your body trembling hard and a whining cry of “Daddy!” escaping your lips.

You fucked yourself through your orgasm, your hips rolling up to meet the thrusts of your fingers, until the aftershocks lessened and you collapsed into the pillows at your back. For a long moment, you simply lay there, your eyes closed as you basked in the feeling of your inner walls still fluttering around your fingers. 

But then Steve’s pleasured grunt brought you back to the present. When you opened your eyes, you found the park ranger stroking his cock furiously, his fist spreading his precum all over his length while he watched you. Steve’s face was contorted with a feral kind of lust as he stared down at your cunt, your pussy sucking on your fingers like it wanted to drag them deeper inside you.

Although you’d felt sated enough a moment before, the sight of Steve’s thick, twitching cock leaking precum over his fist had the fire of your arousal roaring back to life. Before you could think better of it, words were tumbling from your mouth. “Fuck me, daddy,” you said eagerly, excitedly. You opened your thighs wider, pulling your knees up to your chest as you spread your pussy lips open for him. Unable to stop yourself, you rubbed your clit, working yourself up again. “Please, daddy, fuck me!”

Instead of pouncing on you the way you’d wanted, Steve froze at your words. His gaze met yours as his eyes raked over your face, like he was looking for some indication that your plea wasn’t genuine. “Sweetheart,” he grumbled, caution in his tone, but you shook your head frustratedly.

“Want you inside me, daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips and offering your body to the handsome park ranger. It didn’t matter that he was little more than a stranger, you needed him more than you’d ever needed any man before. Steve made you feel safe and desirous at the same time, but he was still staring at you, indecision written all over his face. “I’m so empty, daddy, I need you—I need you, please!” you begged him desperately, your mind scrabbling for what to say to entice him. “I want this, I want you.” You opened your eyes wide, imploring him and trying to show him that you were serious.

“Fucking hell,” Steve bit out, closing his eyes for a moment like he couldn’t bear to look at the image you presented to him. You held your breath as he stayed quiet, the muscle in his jaw popping as he seemed to try to rein himself in. When his eyes finally opened again, his dark blue gaze was glittering with feral desire. “Are you sure, baby?” he asked in a raspy voice, his tone edged with desperation. “Because I’ll fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked,” he said, his soft lips spilling the dirtiest filth you’d ever heard. “I’ll pound that sweet cunt of yours until you’re screaming and creaming all over my cock—I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

You moaned, low and lustfully, at Steve’s words, your hole clenching around nothing as your body begged for him to make his promises a reality. “Please, daddy,” you whispered, hips squirming on the leather couch, your pebbled nipples straining against the flannel shirt you still wore.

“You like that idea, huh?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Like the idea of getting fucked so good by the park ranger who found you in the forest?” He shifted closer to you, his hand not wrapped around his cock settling heavily on your knee, his thumb stroking your skin teasingly. “Is this how you’re gonna repay my kindness, sweetheart—gonna let me fuck you so good you’ll be ruined for any other man and you’ll have to beg me to keep you?”

“Jesus, Steve,” you gasped, your body burning up with desire. Your hand began sliding up your thigh, intent on grabbing his wrist and pulling the park ranger down on top of you, but your use of his real name seemed to snap Steve out of the lust haze he’d been in long enough to process what he’d just said.

“Fuck, sorry, sweetheart, was that too far?” he asked, an adorable pink tint rising in his cheeks. You thought he’d been hot before, when he’d been capable and sure of himself. But seeing Steve blush and stop to make sure you were comfortable was something else entirely—and it only made you want him more.

You shook your head dazedly, sitting up enough to grab his shirt in your fist and pull him closer. At the same time, you used his broad body to lift yourself up until you were almost sitting, your arms going around Steve’s shoulders to hold yourself anchored as you looked deep into the blushing park ranger’s eyes.

“That was so fucking hot,” you murmured breathlessly, a little awe in your tone. Your eyes darted back and forth across his face, watching as his concerned expression morphed into a self-satisfied smirk. The moment of pause gave you time to remember something you should let him know before you went further. “But you might want to know that I’m on birth control,” you said, smiling as Steve’s face went serious and he nodded. “Also, I’ve been tested since my last partner, and it was clear.”

Steve’s chuckle was a little self-deprecating, the sound so warm, it made you want to laugh lightly along with him. Instead, you waited with bated breath to see what he’d say. “Good to know.” Steve responded, brushing a kiss to your cheek, the stubble on his jaw rasping delicately against your skin. “I’ve been tested, too, I’m good.”

You sighed happily. “Good,” you said, before shooting him a mischievous smile. “So you can fuck me without a condom.” Before you could stop yourself, you bounced excitedly on the couch, eager to feel Steve’s thick cock inside you without anything in the way.

A sound partway between a laugh and a groan escaped Steve as he dropped his head to your shoulder. “You’re so fucking cute, sweetheart,” he rumbled against your skin. His hands dug under your ass, squeezing you hard as he climbed up onto the couch, pushing you down into the pillows as his hips settled between your thighs, his cock resting on your belly. “It’s making me so fucking hard for you.” His cock twitched between your bodies and you giggled.

“Mm if you’re so hard, then maybe you should fuck me, daddy,” you teased sweetly. You raked your nails through Steve’s hair and down the back of his neck, making his dick bounce again while he let out a deep groan. You couldn’t have stopped yourself from smiling smugly even if you’d wanted to. 

Lifting his head, Steve gave you a stern look, though it softened quickly into an expression filled with affection when he saw how proud of yourself you were. “You’re still ok calling me daddy?” he asked, taking a moment to check in with you. “And with me fucking you raw?”

Just to torture him a little, you made a show of thinking for a long minute, tilting your head to the side and tapping a finger against your chin. In reality, it didn’t take you that much time to consider his questions since you were absolutely sure you wanted to call Steve ‘daddy’ and feel his bare cock inside you. When you’d decided he’d waited long enough, you looked back into his eyes and grinned. “Oh, definitely—I’m very ok with all of that.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head a little as he ducked down to nudge his nose against yours. “You keep being so adorable and sexy, and I’m gonna be begging you to let me keep you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone filled with genuine tenderness that had your heart thumping unexpectedly hard in your chest. Before you could think of a response, or analyze why your heart had responded like that, Steve closed the distance between your mouths and captured your lips in a kiss.

Your mind went blank but for the fireworks lit by the feel of Steve’s soft mouth on yours. He groaned as he tasted your lips, the sound shooting straight to your dripping core and making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring you and taking possession of you at the same time. You clung to Steve’s shoulders, kissing him back eagerly, stroking your tongue against his until you were both moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Steve—daddy, please,” you whined when he broke away to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Your first release was a distant memory and your need to be filled pulsed in your core, but Steve seemed content to take his time. He sucked on the skin of your neck, working it between his teeth in a way that dragged a broken moan from your mouth. You knew he was going to leave a mark, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. In fact, you liked the idea of being marked as his.

Steve licked at the little hickey he’d left and then kissed down your neck until he reached the top button of the flannel shirt you’d worn to bed. “You look good in daddy’s clothes, baby,” he rumbled, lifting himself up enough to catch your eye, a crooked grin on his face. “But I wanna see all of you.” His hands trailed up your sides until his fingers were teasing the bare skin at the edges of the shirt. 

Once you nodded, Steve made quick work of the buttons on your flannel, parting the shirt and watching inch after inch of your bare skin be revealed to him. “So fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he said in a low, choked voice as he stared reverently down at your body. After he’d looked his fill, his hands pressed to your skin, the callouses on his palms rough against your soft curves while he groped at you like he wanted to learn the landscape of your body.

A whine slipped passed your lips when Steve’s thumbs teased your hardened nipples, your back arching up off the couch. “Daddyyy!” you whined, enjoying his touch but needing so much more to be satisfied. 

“Be patient, baby,” Steve rumbled in response, his hands kneading your tits, his fingers plucking at your nipples. “Daddy’s busy playing with your body.” He rolled your nipples between his fingers and pulled on them until you gasped loudly, the sound devolving into a moan. “Mm, ya like that, sweetheart? Like it when daddy plays with your tits?”

You moaned and nodded, your hands clinging to his shoulders. “Yes, daddy,” you said in a whimpering voice, your hips squirming beneath his heavy cock. You could feel his precum leaking from his tip and sliding down to your belly, which only made you want him inside you more. Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped a hand around his thick girth, delighting in the way he twitched in your fingers when you stroked his cock.

Steve groaned, ducking down and sucking hard on one of your nipples before he glanced up and caught your eye. “That’s it, baby, play with daddy’s cock,” he urged, sucking on your other nipple before letting it fall from his mouth. “You feel how hard I am for you?” You bit your lip and nodded, pumping your fist up and down his hot, hard cock while he kept talking. “It’s ‘cause I was thinking about you—couldn’t stop thinking about burying my fat cock in your tight little cunt. Fuck, baby, I felt like such a filthy perv jerking off to you while you were sleeping in my bed.”

“Daddy,” you whined, using your grip on Steve’s cock to slap his hard length against your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your body. “I was thinking about you, too,” you confessed, pressing his cock between your dripping folds and humping against his hard length, feeling his veins bump against your clit. “Wanted you to fuck me and claim me in your bed, wanted to wake up with your cock still buried in my cunt just to feel you fuck me all over again.” 

“Oh fuck,” Steve cursed, leaning up and reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt. “I gotta fuck you, baby, gotta feel your tight cunt on my cock—jesus fuck.” 

For a moment, you stared at the sight of his broad, muscled chest displayed in front of you, your mouth watering at the need to kiss every inch of his golden skin. Steve looked like a golden god bathed in the glow of the firelight, and you could scarcely bring yourself to touch him, he looked so perfect. But then he was moving and touching you as desperately as you felt. 

Steve’s greedy, grasping fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs and he spread you open even further for his hips to settle between. His big hand wrapped around your smaller one on his cock and he lined up the leaking tip with your dripping hole. There, he paused and caught your eye. His body was tensed as he held himself back, checking in with you one more time before he sank inside you.

“Ready, baby?” he asked, rubbing his cock head through your soaked folds and teasing you further. He held your fingers captive, and your other hand slid up his muscular bicep before clinging to his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. 

“Ready, daddy,” you said in your sweetest tone, your voice breathless as you panted with desire. 

Steve grinned and ducked down for a quick kiss, murmuring, “So sweet,” against your lips before pulling away. Then he started pushing his cock into your aching pussy. He was so big, that even the head of him stretched your tight cunt, and you whined loudly at the slight sting. When he paused, his eyes raking over your face, you gasped, “Don’t stop!”

“Greedy girl,” Steve rumbled, but didn’t stop, sinking deeper and deeper in your tight pussy, filling you up to the point that it felt like he was rearranging your body to make room for himself. 

When Steve freed your hand so he could bury himself further inside you, you wrapped both arms around his shoulders and pulled him down on top of you, your fingers digging into his soft hair and clinging to him. Your mouth was open against the stubble on his jaw, the scrape of it feeling delicious against your kiss-swollen lips while you moaned mindlessly. It took your breath away, the exquisite way Steve stretched your pussy on his cock, and you soon grew lightheaded. 

“So good, baby,” Steve murmured against your cheek as he pushed deeper inside you. “Feel so tight and warm and good on my cock—christ.” He bit off his curse as he finally bottomed out inside you, his balls resting heavily against your ass. “Fuck, I could live in your cunt, sweetheart, that’s how good you feel.”

A dazed smile pulled at the corners of your mouth and you hummed happily in acknowledgement. “Mm, feels s’good, daddy,” you whispered, nuzzling his stubbled jaw and pressing a kiss against the roughness.

“Baby,” he cooed in your ear, his hips starting to work in slow, grinding thrusts that set your body on fire with pleasure. “Ya like daddy’s big cock buried in your little pussy, sweetheart?” Your faces were pressed so close together, you could feel him grin against your cheek, which only made your heart thump with something much deeper than lust and affection, but you ignored it for the moment.

“Yes, daddy, I like it so much,” you answered honestly, unable to tell Steve anything but the truth in that moment. Your tongue was loosened by the pleasure you felt and that, paired with your honesty, meant you spilled all your deepest thoughts to the park ranger. “Never wanna leave—want your cock inside me always, Steve, feels s’perfect,” you purred in his ear.

A sound rumbled in Steve’s chest, something like a growl, and he kissed your jaw then leaned up to kiss your mouth softly. “I might hold you to that, sweetheart,” he said softly, his hips moving so his cock pulled out further, both of you reveling in the way your inner walls fluttered around him, trying to draw him back in. “I’ll keep you here in my cabin so I can fill you with my cock all the time—I’ll keep you cock drunk and fucked out.” Steve hips snapped forward, shoving his cock deep enough that you felt him slam against the end of you, wrenching a sharp cry from your lips. “My perfect little fuck toy.” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, loving the idea of being the park ranger’s fuck toy, something for him to use and play with when he came home from work. You inhaled his evergreen and fresh air scent, the smell of Steve’s sex mixed in making you feel dizzy with arousal. “Keep me, daddy, make me yours.”

Steve shuddered in your arms and then he was pounding into you, fucking you hard and fast as he pinned you to the couch with his heavy body. All you could do was lay there and take his cock, feeling every inch of him slide against your sensitive inner walls. Your moans turned to cries as you shouted your pleasure for all the forest to hear, even as the thunderstorm still rumbled in the distance.

“Fuck, ‘m close, baby,” Steve muttered, reaching between your bodies until his thumb found your clit. “Need you to come with me, sweetheart, wanna feel your cunt milking my cock.” He rubbed your sensitive bud in harsh little circles as he fucked you, the skin of his thighs slapping against the backs of yours. 

“Daddy, daddy,” you cried on a gasp, your hips bucking up to meet his forceful thrusts. “Don’t stop, daddy, make me come, please!” A keening sound fell from your lips as you writhed beneath Steve’s big body, pleasure coiling tight in every muscle of your body.

“Don’t worry, baby, ‘m not gonna stop,” Steve huffed, his ruthless pace never flagging as he slammed his cock into you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Gonna rub your pretty little button until you’re coming on daddy’s fat cock,” he mumbled, fucking you so hard that your body jolted with every thrust, your tits bouncing for him.

You grabbed your tits in your hands and pinched both your nipples, squeezing your eyes shut as the sharp sting of pain sent you tumbling over the edge. You came with a wailing cry, the tension in your body snapping and leaving you helpless under a deluge of pleasure. Wave after wave of bliss overwhelmed you, your arms and legs clinging to Steve while he kept fucking you.

“Good girl, baby, so good, feels s’fucking good,” Steve mumbled, his hips rutting into you, drawing out your orgasm as he chased his own. “I can’t—‘m gonna come, sweetheart, ya ready for daddy’s come?”

“Give it to me, daddy,” you whimpered. Acting on instinct, you pulled Steve close and locked your ankles behind his back so he couldn’t even think about pulling out. 

Steve’s eyes widened a little in surprise, but then the blue of his gaze darkened and he gave you a filthy grin. “That’s my girl,” he growled, pounding into you harder, grinding his cock deep in your hole. “Oh fuck, fuck, baby—I’m coming,” he bit out, his thrusts turning wild until he shoved his cock deep inside you. Steve let out a guttural groan as he came inside you, his cock throbbing as he spilled his seed and coated your insides with his come. “Take it, baby, take it,” he grunted as he pumped you full.

You moaned softly, your still fluttering pussy greedily grasping at Steve’s cock while he unloaded inside you. “Feels so good, daddy, s’good,” you whispered, raking your nails down the back of his head and between his shoulder blades, reveling in the feeling of Steve filling you up. 

When Steve was finally spent, he collapsed to the side, rolling both of you over and wedging you between between his big body and the back of the couch. He hooked your leg over his hip so he could stay buried in your warm cunt while you cupped his face and dragged him in for a kiss. You made out for a while as you both recovered, your kisses turning lazy as you both settled. 

Eventually, you pulled away to take a deep breath, and let it out in a soft, contented sigh, snuggling into Steve’s chest and the pillows of the couch. His fingers idly stroked up and down your spine, and he made a gentle rumbling sound of satisfaction. You nuzzled into his neck, pressing a smile into his skin.

“So I was thinking,” Steve started, pausing to make sure you were still awake and listening. You hummed in encouragement for him to go on, so he did. “I’d like to take you out sometime,” he said, before quickly adding. “On a date. Maybe dinner—if you’d like that.” 

You snorted softly. “Aren’t we a little past the first date stage?” you asked. When Steve didn’t say anything, you pulled back far enough to glance up into his handsome face. It was difficult to read his expression since his back was to the dying fire, but you thought his cheeks were pinked again. “I mean, you did just come inside me, Steve,” you said a little bluntly.

Steve’s mouth flickered, but his face was so in shadow you couldn’t tell if he was smiling or frowning. “Well, I figured it might be a little too soon to ask you to move in,” he said, his tone so even you didn’t know if he was joking or not. “But if you want, I can…”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you decided he was joking, so you smacked him lightly on the chest. “Don’t even start, Steve,” you grumbled.

A grin broke across Steve’s face and he laughed. “Ok so we’re definitely not there yet, huh?” he asked, his voice tight with barely leashed laughter. “Good to know.” His hand came to rest on your hip and squeezed you reassuringly. “So, dinner then?”

Shaking your head a little, you laughed, which caused Steve to let loose and soon you were laughing together, bodies quaking beside each other on the couch. When you finally quieted, you placed a hand on the center of Steve’s chest, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath your fingertips. The fire in the grate had died down to embers and the thunderstorm had moved on, so you couldn’t even hear the distant rumbling booms anymore, only the rain pitter-pattering against the windows of the cabin.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled up at the handsome park ranger. “I’d love to go out with you, Steve,” you said, letting your genuine happiness shine through. “For dinner or any other date you wanna take me on.”

Steve smiled back at you, ducking his head to give you a long, drugging kiss. When he pulled away, his mouth kicked up in a mischievous grin before saying, “Glad to hear it, sweetheart.” His hand squeezed your hip before moving down to knead your ass. “But if I take you for a hike, promise me you’ll let me lead the way.” 

“Sure thing, daddy,” you murmured, getting distracted by the feel of Steve’s hand on your ass. He was groping you roughly enough that you could feel him spreading your pussy open slightly. You moaned softly when you felt his cock twitch and begin to harden inside you. “I’ll let the park ranger take the lead if we go hiking,” you said, trying to sound teasing, but ending up sounding like you were genuinely happy to put your trust in Steve. 

“Mm, good girl, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, a pleased smile on his lips. He pressed a kiss to your mouth, whispering words against lips that sounded just as genuine as yours had been. “If you let me, I’ll take good care of you.” 

“Steve,” you said on a gasp, too many emotions flooding through you for you to name any of them. Instead of trying to put them into words, you pushed on the park ranger’s shoulder and rolled on top of him. You sank down fully on Steve’s cock, both of you groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his hardness.

“That’s it, baby, ride daddy’s cock,” Steve urged, his voice a deep rumble that made you shiver. His thick cock rubbed against your sensitive inner walls, dragging a moan from you lips. Steve grabbed big handfuls of your ass, guiding you to hump against his dick while you clung to him, your hands twisted in his soft hair. Your hips began moving of your own volition, rocking harder and faster on top of him, making Steve let out one of his pleasured grunts. “Fuck, yes, that’s my girl,” he rasped, his praise filling your ears. “Show daddy how much you wanna belong to him.” 

“I wanna be yours, daddy,” you sobbed, already overwhelmed by the feeling of Steve’s big cock buried in your pussy and his pelvic bone grinding against your clit. The emotions swirling in your chest were too much to parse, but you felt the truth of your words as they tumbled past your lips. “I wanna be yours.” 

“You are, baby,” Steve murmured, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together. “You are—you’re mine.” His hips bucked up from beneath you, bouncing you on his cock while you kept writhing on top of him, both of you chasing your releases together in each other. “Mine.” 

“Yours,” you answered in a breathless, desperate echo of his possessive declaration. Then your mouths sealed together, and there was no more talking as you gave yourself over to his dominance and the pleasure he offered. Steve claimed your lips just as surely as he claimed your body, and it wasn’t long before you were unraveling for him again, shattering apart on his stiff length while he came inside you with a choked shout.

After you’d recovered a little, Steve hauled you down the hallway to the bathroom. He cleaned you both up before tucking you into his bed, curling his big body around yours beneath his flannel blankets. Settling into Steve’s arms, you were lulled by the occasional snap and crackle of the dying fire in the grate, the pitter-patter of the rain against the windows and the steady breathing of your park ranger. 

Before you could fall asleep, though, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to have found Steve—not just because he’s saved you from being lost in a thunderstorm and given you a place to stay, but because you’d finally found a man who felt like home. Your park ranger and his cozy cabin were a shelter in the storm of life, and you knew deep in your heart that both were a safe place for you to land. Not only on that particular night, but for the rest of your life.

With a smile on your face, you fell asleep and had the best, most peaceful night’s rest you could ever remember. And when you woke, it was to the handsome face of your park ranger, Steve Rogers.

a cozy steve rogers autumn masterlist

[witchywithwhiskey]

by the light of the christmas tree

pairing: boss!andy barber x secretary!female reader

summary: as the office christmas party winds down, your boss has one last task for you—and you're more than happy to fulfill the naughty request.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, sex toys (nipple clamps), piv sex, unprotected sex, bdsm themes, referenced spanking, filming/recording/taking photos during sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, light degradation kink, aftercare, pet names (darling, baby), established relationship, secret relationship, inappropriate workplace conduct

word count: 6.8k

a/n: here's another entry for @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice Challenge using another naughty prompt (which is bolded in the fic). i wanted to write something with nipple clamps despite having never used them, so i ended up doing research and i hope it reads as believable 🫣 anyway, please enjoy some more christmasy smut!! 🎄

A delicious, warm buzz had unfurled through your body from the champagne you’d been drinking, filling your head with fizzy bubbles of happiness as a heated kind of excitement sizzled just beneath your skin. You studiously avoided looking for the boss of Barber & Associates and hid a secret smile behind your glass as you listened to the office manager, Doris, try to convince you to let her set you up on a date with her son.

It was all for naught, but Doris didn’t know that. And you weren’t about to let her know that her valiant effort to make her son seem interesting was all in vain. You’d let her get through her spiel and turn her, and her son, down gently. Then you could get back to enjoying the office Christmas party. 

As Doris went on, you tried to pay attention, you really did. But it had been a few minutes since you’d let your eyes stray, and each minute had felt like an eternity. So you allowed yourself a glance around the office, your gaze quickly finding Andy Barber—the man for which the law firm was named—talking with a group of associates. You took a brief moment to admire the man who employed you and everyone in the small office. 

Andy Barber was a charming and friendly, though sometimes stern man, who’d hired you as his secretary over a year prior. You’d developed a crush on him immediately, unable to resist his fluffy brown hair, well-groomed beard and crystal blue eyes. He’d struck you as steady and capable in your first impression of him, and the longer you worked for Andy, the more you came to learn you were right. 

But, to your surprise, Andy also had a bit of a goofy sense of humor. In those first few months, you became as infatuated by his ridiculous dad jokes as you were by the way his tone would turn sharp and authoritarian when a client insulted one of the associates. He protected his people, and just thinking about it made something twist deliciously in your belly.

You thought distractedly about what had transpired between you and Andy in the months since you were hired, your eyes tracing the curve of his soft lips bracketed by his coarse beard. When you glanced up, you caught his sparkling blue eyes staring right at you. Even after all those months, your heart lept with excitement at having Andy’s attention focused on you. 

You looked away quickly, feeling a little shy about being caught staring. You could feel your heart racing in your chest—so fast you half thought it was trying to escape. If it did, you were certain it’d run right to Andy. An image popped into your head of your silly heart curling around Andy’s legs like a cat desperate for attention. Biting back a sigh at your hopelessness, you glanced around, trying to see if anyone else had caught you staring at the boss.

Thankfully, no one was looking at you, and it seemed everyone was three sheets to the wind—except you and Andy. You’d been nursing your second glass of champagne for over an hour, and you hadn’t seen Andy refill the glass of amber liquid he was holding. Still, you’d had enough champagne to be feeling the delightful warmth of the bubbly filling your head, and, as you refocused on the office manager, you hoped Doris would chalk up your distractedness to the drinks. 

“He’s really a very sweet boy,” Doris was saying and you realized you’d completely tuned out the rest of her pitch for a date with her son. For the split second you had to respond, you wracked your brain for any memory of what she’d said about him. Failing to come up with anything, you gave the older woman your warmest smile.

“I’m sure he is,” you assured her, fixing your expression into something resembling regretful. “But I don’t know if I want to get involved with someone connected to the office,” you lied through your smiling teeth. “It just seems like things could get messy if it were to go wrong.”

Doris seemed to take your words into consideration, pondering over them for a long moment. It was then that you realized even Doris was well on her way to being drunk, and you had to hide a mischievous smile behind your glass of champagne. After a short time, Doris laughed lightly and patted your arm in a grandmotherly fashion. 

“You’re right, dear,” she said, her eyes a little glassy. You hadn’t seen Doris hitting the champagne as hard as the 40-year-old associates—who were starting to get a little too rowdy on the other side of the office, drowning out the holiday music playlist you’d put together for the party—but she was certainly drunk. “So sensible,” she said, still patting your arm.

“Who’s sensible?” A rich, deep voice came from over your shoulder and it took all your feeble self-control not to react to the sound of Andy’s voice the way you wanted. Instead of giving him the megawatt grin that was flickering at the edges of your mouth, you smiled politely at your boss as he joined your conversation with the office manager.

“Oh, your secretary, of course,” Doris simpered, her eyes practically turning into hearts as she looked up at Andy. You were more than a little jealous of the older woman for getting to look at him like that, though you couldn’t begrudge her in the least. If you’d had a few more glasses of champagne, you’d be staring at your boss with heart eyes, too. But you had a secret to keep, so it was best that you didn’t. “She’s such a catch, I was just telling her she should go out with my son.”

The muscle in Andy’s jaw jumped in that way it did when he was grinding his teeth, and he cut his eyes to yours, a dark emotion glittering in their blue depths that sent a shiver down your spine. There was something greedy and possessive about the way he looked at you in that brief moment, but it was so fleeting, you questioned whether you’d imagined it as he quickly returned his gaze to Doris and gave her an affable grin. 

“I’m sure your son is lovely, Doris,” Andy began, his tone completely friendly, but you still sensed some tension in the set of your boss’s jaw. “But I feel I must warn you that bringing relationships into the office can get messy.” Andy cut his eyes to you again, a smirk in the barely there curve of his mouth, and you had to stifle a giggle. 

Thankfully, at that moment, Doris tittered, patting Andy’s arm in much the same way she had yours. “Oh, you two,” she said, laughing harder while Andy shot you a bemused look. You shook your head, indicating he should let it go. You’d tell him about it later. “I’ve never seen two people so well-matched,” Doris went on, wiping tears from her eyes.

You kept your polite smile hitched on your face, but inside your chest, your heart raced at the idea of someone else thinking you and Andy were well-matched. Doris didn’t seem to understand the romantic implications of her words, though, as she explained to Andy how you’d said the same thing about office relationships that he had. You watched as the two shared a laugh, Andy giving Doris his full attention and the older woman eating it up greedily. You couldn’t help thinking, for the thousandth time, what a good boss Andy was.

He was kind and respectful to everyone in the office, from the associates to the paralegals, and to you and Doris. He was exactly the sort of boss you’d always hoped to have, especially after hearing so many horror stories from your friends about the bosses they put up with. It only made your feelings for him deepen, seeing the way he was with everyone around the office, which, in turn, made it harder to hide how you felt about him. 

When Andy glanced at you, like he was checking to make sure you didn’t feel left out of the conversation, you couldn’t help the affection that seeped into your smile. It seemed Andy was struggling with his own self-control, because his blue eyes softened as he took in your expression. He looked at you in the way that always made your heart flip in your chest. Your lips parted, and though you had no plan of what to say, you just knew you wanted a private moment with your boss.

“Would you excuse us, Doris?” Andy asked abruptly, cutting off the older woman in the middle of her sentence and beating you to ending the conversation. Thankfully, Andy was charming enough to smooth over any feathers he might’ve ruffled in his office manager, and he turned the full weight of his charisma on Doris, giving her a regretful smile. “I need to talk to my secretary about something pressing.”

“I hope it’s about her bonus, and not some last bit of work before the holiday,” Doris said pointedly, raising her chin and managing to look down her nose at Andy despite him being quite a bit taller. You had to press your fingers to your mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Oh yeah, Doris was definitely drunk. When she looked at you, her eyes were glassy but warm with affection. “You deserve a big, fat bonus, dear,” she said, patting your arm again. “Don’t settle for anything less.”

Because you were standing so close to Andy, you heard him mutter, “I’ll give her a big, fat something alright,” just before he took a sip of his whiskey. His mischievous eyes were on you the whole time, waiting for your reaction.

You nearly lost it, your smile wobbling with barely leashed laughter, but thankfully Doris didn’t notice. She gave you a nod, then one to Andy, and left you alone with your boss with a, “Merry Christmas.” You bit your lip to keep your laughter inside, and tried to give Andy a stern look, but he didn’t appear quelled. Instead, he hid a smirk behind his glass and shifted closer to your side, so he could speak quietly to you. 

“Do you have the gift I gave you?” Andy asked in a low tone, his eyes greedily drinking in your expression before roaming over the rest of your body. You swore you could feel his gaze like a caress, and felt your body warming under his attention. 

“I do,” you murmured, a thrill shooting through you as you remembered the early holiday gift he’d given you. But, though you were eager to put the gift to use, you couldn’t help teasing your boss a little bit. “I thought we were going to talk about my bonus, Mr. Barber,” you said, an impish smirk on your lips as you looked at him slyly out of the corner of your eye. “I’m told I shouldn’t settle for anything but the best.”

Andy’s gaze returned to yours, and he pinned you with a stare filled with humor and affection. The two of you shared a secret smile. You’d never wanted to reach for him so badly, your fingertips tingling with the need, but you held yourself back. Although Andy looked delicious in his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his collar open and his tie discarded somewhere, you knew you couldn’t grab him and plant a kiss on him. No matter how drunk everyone else was, you were pretty sure they’d remember that. 

Before you could throw all caution to the wind, Andy looked away, breaking the tension of the moment, and you gave a small sigh of relief. He took another sip of his whiskey, then cleared his throat and looked at his wristwatch. “The cabs should be here any moment,” he said, referring to the fleet of cars he’d had Doris order to ensure everyone got home from the holiday party safely. “I’ll start rounding everyone up while you do what we discussed.” Discretely, he pressed a key into your free hand, giving you a stern look that had your stomach fluttering with excitement. “Use my office, and send me photo proof when it’s done.”

“Yes, sir,” you said quickly. The words came out breathier than you’d intended, but you couldn’t help yourself, you were excited. You’d never done anything so naughty at the office, and the warmth in your body was quickly turning into a burning desire that you’d need Andy’s help to slake. 

Abandoning your half-finished drink on a desk, you meandered through the crowd, wishing your colleagues a happy holidays as you went. Finally, you made it to Andy’s office, unlocked the door and walked in like it was normal for his secretary to be going into his empty office while there was a party winding down. But then, acting like everything was normal was how the two of you had kept your relationship a secret from everyone for the eight months you’d been together. 

Once you’d closed and locked the door behind you, you stopped for a moment to take in Andy’s office. It was all dark wood and somber, masculine colors—save for the brightly lit Christmas tree you’d set up in the corner. Your body tingled when you remembered the day you’d decorated the tree. You’d worn one of your shortest skirts and teased Andy all day with glimpses of your ass as you climbed a ladder to hang ornaments from the tree’s branches. He’d kept his office door locked, of course, telling the team that he needed to concentrate on his cases. You’d paid for all your teasing when Andy took you home that night and spanked your ass red.

Shaking the memory away, you moved to Andy’s desk, opening the top drawer and pulling out the box you’d stashed there that morning before anyone else had been in the office—even Doris, who’d shown up early to help you put up the decorations for the party. You lifted the lid of the box and found the gift he’d given you the previous weekend while you’d been sitting on his lap, drinking coffee together. He’d surprised you with it early because he wanted to use it the night of the party.

You trailed your fingers over the pair of nipple clamps and the delicate chain that connected them together. They were made of a silver metal, with bright red rubber fixed over the teeth of the clamps to dull them. From the silver chain hung a couple of Christmas themed charms, including a wreath, a little reindeer and a jingle bell. It had looked cute in the box when Andy had given it to you, but the clamps looked decidedly naughty when he’d shown you how to attach them to your nipples. 

Outside the door, you heard Andy turn off the party music and begin telling everyone they needed to start heading out to meet the cabs. Knowing you only had a few minutes to do what Andy had asked of you, you pinched one of the clamps and lifted your thick sweater, finding your nipples were already pebbled from your excitement. You attached the clamp around your nipple, gasping at the slight sting of pain rushing straight to your core. You’d worn a lacy red thong underneath your skirt, and you could feel yourself already beginning to soak through the material. Hurrying, you attached the other clamp and, even though you knew what to expect, gasped at the sensation. 

It had felt strange, but good when Andy had first used the nipple clamps on you. You’d enjoyed the aching pain and the rush of pleasure when he’d removed them, but putting on nipple clamps in his office while the holiday party wound down added a new excitement to the feeling. It made your pleasure feel more naughty. You squeezed your thighs together, and had a sudden strike of inspiration, quickly stripping out of your tights and underwear. That left you in only your skirt, top, the shoes you put back on and the clamps that were hidden by your thick sweater. 

Remembering Andy’s final command, that he wanted a photo of you wearing the clamps, you positioned yourself in front of the Christmas tree. You held your sweater up with one hand and used the other to angle your phone at your body. You framed yourself with your tits front and center in the phone screen, capturing your mischievous smile, but left the rest of your face out of view. When you’d taken one you liked, you got it ready to send to Andy, but held off for a moment.

Instead, you let your sweater drop, then quickly slipped back out into the main office space, loving the naughty feeling of wearing nipple clamps while no one else knew. The office was almost deserted, thankfully, and you made sure you had Andy in your line of sight. Once you knew you’d be able to see his reaction, you hit send on the photo.

Andy withdrew his phone from the pocket of his slacks and swiped it open as he waved goodbye to the last group of stragglers. Even from across the office, you could see the way his eyes darkened and narrowed in on the screen. His expression tightened, and turned hungry in a way you hadn’t seen since that day you’d decorated his office Christmas tree. Your body was alight with throbbing tension as you watched Andy’s eyes rake over the photo you’d sent him, and you knew you were going to enjoy yourself just as much as you had that night.

When Andy’s gaze lifted, finding yours across the room, you could see the barely leashed hunger in every strained line of his face. His glittering blue eyes promised he was going to do something very naughty to you, and you couldn’t help but squirm with excitement. Your arousal was starting to make a mess of your thighs, and you were grateful that he’d managed to get everyone out of the office already.

After a heated moment, Andy’s eyes broke away from yours and he turned to start locking up the front of the office. You turned to your desk, which was just outside Andy’s office door, and moved papers around idly, your ears straining as you focused on Andy’s movements. You heard the locks on the door slide into place, then the sound of the lights being flicked off. Finally, you heard the distinct sound of Andy’s footsteps striding in your direction, and you spun around just in time for your boss to cage you in against your desk.

“That was a very pretty photo you sent, darling,” he rumbled, his arms bracketing your body as he planted his hands on your desk on either side of your hips. His blue eyes were sparkling with hunger and desire as he leaned in close enough you could smell the hint of whiskey on his breath. “Does your gift feel as good as it looks?”

Andy’s words reminded you of the aching sensation of the clamps on your nipples, and you squirmed, your wetness making a mess of your thighs. The pinching of the clamps didn’t hurt really, since they were loose enough, but there was a constant thrumming awareness in your body that pulsed down to your core. Your slit was leaking so much you were worried it’d become visible beneath the hem of your skirt.

When Andy gave you a stern look, you remembered you hadn’t answered his question and fumbled out a, “Yes, sir,” as you nodded. 

His face softened immediately. “Good girl,” he cooed, pressing his hips forward, his bulge pushing against your belly and making you core clench down around nothing. A little whimper escaped your lips and you heard Andy chuckle lowly in your ear. His beard brushed your cheek as he went on. “Now, tell daddy how wet you are—are you soaking through your panties like a needy little slut?”

“N-not wearing any panties,” you answered on a gasp, your hips rolling and pressing back against his bulge. Your body was seeking friction and Andy was studiously denying you as he held you caged between his large body and the desk digging into your ass. “I’m so wet, daddy, so ready for your cock—please.” Your last word was a desperate whisper that made Andy groan in your ear.

“Fuck,” he bit out before his lips descended on yours fiercely. He kissed you hard, his hands cupping your head and holding you exactly where he wanted you. Your belly swooped and your heart raced faster, beating against your rib cage as you reached up to grip Andy’s wrists, needing something to hold onto. When he pulled away—too soon in your opinion—he didn’t give you any time to gasp for the air he’d stolen from your lungs, just grabbed your hand and led you into his office. Your feet stumbled in your heels, but you followed him eagerly, pausing only for him to lock the door.

Andy towed you to his desk, which was a big, sturdy thing in the center of his office. He spun you around and lifted your ass onto the ledge of his desk, kissing you furiously. You moaned desperately into his mouth, kicking off your heels and winding your legs around his, keeping him trapped between your thighs. Andy drank down all your sounds of pleasure, his lips sliding against yours and his tongue delving into your mouth like he wanted to devour every inch of you.

When you were breathless, Andy finally pulled away and pushed you down on your back, so you were laying across the case files he’d left strewn over the top. He gave you one long look, his eyes trailing over the curves of your body in the dim light cast by the Christmas tree in the corner. Then, with a smirk, he curled down over you, pushing your sweater up slowly as he brushed hot kisses to every inch of your silky skin he revealed. 

When he reached the chain laying delicately between your breasts, Andy pushed your sweater up until he could fully see your tits and the clamps around your nipples. He groaned into your skin at the sight, pressing kisses to your soft flesh as he teased you with his gentle lips and rough beard. 

“So fucking pretty, darling,” Andy rumbled before tugging on the chain with his teeth, pulling on it until you let out a helpless little moan. Your hips shuddered beneath Andy’s big body, grinding up against his flat stomach. He chuckled, licking at the mostly numb tips of your nipples, making you squirm on his desk. “Daddy’s perfect little Christmas slut.”

“Uh huh, uh huh,” you babbled in a breathy voice. You were nodding distractedly as your mind melted from the overwhelming sensation of Andy licking your clamped nipples. “Your slut, daddy, only for you.” 

Andy groaned, the sound low and tortured as he shifted his hips, grinding his bulge against your core, your skirt trapped between your bodies. “You ready for daddy’s cock, darling?” he asked in between pressing kisses to your tits, his beard brushing against your skin and making you writhe as heat filled your core, your desire dripping down your ass and onto his desk. “Need to feel your cunt gripping my cock, baby—tell me you’re ready.”

“God, yes, ‘m ready, daddy,” you whined, grinding yourself against Andy’s cock through your clothes. “I need it—I need your cock so bad, please, daddy!” You cried out as Andy sucked on your nipple, your back arching up off the desk. Once you were babbling, “Please, please, please, daddy,” Andy finally relented, straightening to stare down at your rumpled appearance.

He grinned, his big hands grabbing your plush thighs and pushing your knees up to your chest to bend you in half, putting your swollen, sopping pussy on display for his hungry gaze. “Hold yourself open for me, darling,” Andy rumbled, his eyes fixed on your cunt while you squirmed and whined under his intense gaze.

You did as he said, hooking your hands behind your knees and holding your legs open for Andy, the movement pushing your tits together and reminding you all over again of the clamps on your nipples, making you whimper quietly. The sparkling lights of the Christmas tree glinted off the metal of the clamps, the chain between your tits hanging delicately against your soft skin. 

Andy finally managed to drag his eyes away from your pussy to look at all of you, his gaze raking over you admiringly as he took in the way your tits looked pushed together, clamps on your nipples, your legs spread open wide for him. Your eyes were glassy with arousal, and your mouth was pursed in a little pout as you squirmed pathetically on his desk, your cunt throbbing with need for his cock.

“Christ, you make a pretty picture,” Andy groaned, palming his cock before he was undoing his belt and fly, shoving his slacks and boxer briefs down only far enough for his hardness to spring free. It fell heavily between you thighs, landing with a soft smacking sound on your mound. His balls pressed flush to your sopping wet folds and you moaned, your lashes fluttering at the erotic sensation. 

When you managed to focus your eyes on Andy, he had his phone out and angled above you, a wolfish grin on his face as he stared at you hungrily through the screen. “Look at daddy, darling,” he rumbled, his voice low and delicious. “Smile pretty for me.” 

Your lips curved in a soft smile as you stared up into the camera with a hazy, aroused expression on your face. The click of the camera went off a few times before your hips started moving of their own volition, squirming beneath Andy’s hot, heavy cock, trying to angle your pussy to grind against his hard length. He took a few more photos, no doubt capturing the dumb look on your face as you writhed on his desk, then tossed the device down beside you.

You took that as your cue to be done posing and reached for Andy’s dick, stroking him greedily in your palm and rubbing the tip against your clit. It felt so good against your needy clit, your spine arching up off the desk, pressing your tits up toward Andy, who brushed his thumbs teasingly over your nearly numb nipples. 

“Look at you,” he crooned at you. “So desperate for daddy’s cock, aren’t you, darling?” Andy ducked his head down to lick the tips of your nipples, tugging lightly on the chain connecting them, letting just enough blood flow back into your sensitive peaks to make you cry out and squirm beneath him. “Be a good girl and put daddy’s cock in your cunt,” he rumbled, thrusting gently into your palm. His voice was so low and decadent, making warmth curl in your belly. “Go on, darling, daddy knows how wet and messy your sweet little cunt is after clamping your nipples for me.” 

Eagerly, you nodded your head, wasting no time in following Andy’s order. Lining up the tip of his cock with your tight entrance, you moaned at the delicious feel of him pressing forward, his thick head breaching your pussy. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled while Andy slid slowly inside you, punching the air from your lungs until you were gasping for breath. It was almost too much, almost too overwhelming, your tight hole stretching to fit Andy’s cock while your nipples throbbed and your clit ached for attention.

Andy seemed determined to ruin you, right there on his desk in his office by the light of the Christmas tree, because he laid his palm over your lower belly, pressing down so you could feel the thick length of him penetrate your cunt. His thumb brushed teasingly over your clit while he hooked a finger of his other hand in the chain dangling between your tits and tugged lightly, the jolly Christmas charms tinkling. You sucked in a scream, realizing all at once how close you were to coming.

“That’s it, darling,” Andy cooed softly, his eyes darkened with lust as he watched you squirm on his cock. “Come all over daddy’s cock,” he urged, his thumb rubbing your clit harder while he tugged on the nipple clamps. “Wanna feel your sweet cunt squeezing me tight—c’mon darling, come for me.”

Your body was a riot of sensation, pain and pleasure swirling through your nerves and short-circuiting your mind. Desperate sounds fell from your lips, your muscles tensing as you got closer and closer. Then, suddenly, the tight coil of tension in your core snapped. Your whole body trembled and shook as your orgasm rolled through you, a loud cry tearing free from your lips as you grasped at Andy’s arms, your nails digging into his skin to keep you grounded.

Andy groaned, pressing down on your belly so you could both feel the way your pussy clamped rhythmically around his hard length, greedily sucking his cock deeper inside your body. “Good girl, good girl,” he murmured, bending over and brushing sweet kisses to your mouth and cheeks, tickling you with his beard. 

Your chest was heaving as you sucked in big gulps of air, making your tits bounce. Andy tugged on the chain again, not letting you forget to aching sting of the clamps for even a second. Your pussy clenched hard in response and you both moaned. 

“Good girl,” he whispered once more before leaning up and catching your eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Now we can really have some fun.” His eyes sparkled with desire and excitement, and you could already feel your body warming with renewed arousal.

Before you could even fully catch your breath, Andy was curling down over you, pulling his cock from your fluttering pussy, then snapping his hips forward to slide back inside. You moaned, wrapping your arms around Andy’s shoulders and holding on while he set a furious pace. He fucked you into the desk with short, sharp thrusts, driving inside your cunt so you could feel him deep in your guts. Though his pace was brutal, his hands were impossibly gentle as he kneaded your tits, taking care not to remove the clamps before he was ready.

Already, Andy was building up another orgasm in your belly, exquisite pleasure and aching pain churning in your body with every thrust of his cock, every tug on the chain connected to the clamps fixed to your nipples. You knew what Andy had planned, and you didn’t know how you were going to survive it, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to meet it head on, bearing down on an orgasm that was sure to send you spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. 

Your cries grew louder, turning into screams when Andy climbed up onto the desk with you so he could pound harder into your pussy. The tip of his cock was bullying a spot inside you that made you gasp for air, stars bursting behind your eyes as overwhelming sensations flooded your body. Your fingers tangled in Andy’s hair, your eyes slitted as you stared up into his handsome face, holding on for dear life as he drove you closer and closer to another release.

With a grin like he knew exactly what he was doing to you, Andy caught your eye. He licked your nearly numb nipples with the flat of his tongue, tugging on the chain harder and teasing you with the release of the clamps. 

“You ready, darling?” Andy asked, slowing his rolling hips to check in with you. “It’s going to be intense when I pull these off.” His voice was rough and deep, making heat pool low in your belly, and you smiled at the care he was taking with you.

He’d already given you that warning, when he’d first gifted you the set of clamps and explained what to expect. You’d even experienced a milder version of what he warned you about when you’d experimented with the clamps and a little fingering. Though you couldn’t fathom how it would feel to have him remove them in the midst of his brutal fucking, while his cock was spearing into your pussy and his pelvis was grinding against your clit, you were eager to find out. 

“I’m ready, daddy,” you answered, your voice breathless as you gasped for air. Holding Andy’s gaze, you nodded, smiling as much as you could manage before your mouth fell open on a moan. His cock was so big inside you, filling you up so perfectly, and you whined, rocking your hips to get him moving faster again.

Andy grinned and captured your lips in a quick, searing kiss. Then he pushed himself up, both his hands moving to the clamps. “Scream as loud as you want, darling,” Andy rumbled, a playful smirk curving his mouth. “It’s just you, me and the Christmas tree.”

Dazedly, you glanced at the tree in the corner of Andy’s office, remembering the spanking he’d given you after you’d teased him while decorating it. Andy was always so generous with the pain, and especially, the pleasure he offered you—you couldn’t help but think he was the perfect boss. A hysterical giggle rose up in your throat, but you never had a chance to let the sound free. In the next breath, Andy tugged the clamps free from your nipples.

All you could do was scream, high and shrill, as sensation surged back into your sensitive peaks. It was a pleasure so acute, it felt like a knife slicing through the very center of your being. Immediately overwhelmed, your eyes rolled back in your head as the sounds coming from your lips died and you were left screaming silently.

The release devastated your entire body, pleasure crashing over you, sweeping away your mind. For one brief moment, everything went white and hot. Ecstasy so overwhelming it nearly hurt dragged you back into the present, and you gasped for air, your limbs shaking wildly, your nerves overcome with sensation. 

Andy’s cock was still pounding into you, his head ducked to lick gently at your oversensitive nipples, sending shocks of pleasure down to your pulsing core. He was hitting a spot so deep within you, you knew the tip of his cock was bullying your cervix. His hips were grinding into you with every thrust, ruining your messy clit while you came all over his hard length. 

“Fuck yes, jesus, fuck, darling,” Andy muttered in between suckling kisses to your tits. His voice was rough and distracted, like he was lost in your body just as much as you were lost in the pleasure he gave you. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he growled, rutting into you with rougher, harder thrusts. “Gonna come—oh fuck, take it, take daddy’s come, baby.” 

“Daddy, daddy, gimme,” you whined in a raspy voice. You were still shuddering beneath Andy even as you were starting to come down from your intense peak. Your trembling fingers carded through Andy’s soft brown hair, tugging him up to kiss you, your mouth sliding against his while he groaned into you. “Gimme your come, daddy,” you whispered.

With a loud moan, Andy pressed his cock deep into your cunt, and lost himself in you. His length throbbed in your tight hole, and you knew he was painting your walls with his come, the thought making you smile while his breaths sawed in and out of his chest. You tilted your head, licking into his mouth, and then you were kissing, his lips hungry as he devoured your moans while he pumped you full of his come.

“So good, darling, feel so fucking good,” Andy mumbled against your lips, his hips rolling lazily to fuck his come deeper into your pussy. He pressed heated kisses to your cheek and jaw. “You take daddy so well, such a good girl for me,” he praised, his voice warm and deep, filled with affection that made you whimper helplessly.

Your parted lips grazed over Andy’s beard until you found his mouth again and captured his lips with your own. It was a messy, passionate kiss, both of you drinking down each other’s sounds of pleasure while he kept thrusting slowly inside you, burying his seed in your pussy and fucking it deeper. Andy’s strong arms held your still shaking body, his hands roaming over your trembling arms and legs as he worked to soothe you after the intensity of your release.

For long moments, you writhed together on Andy’s desk, reveling in your pleasure and catching your breath in between kisses. When, finally, Andy was spent and you no longer felt like you were completely decimated by the most overwhelming orgasm you’d ever had, he finally lifted himself up and stood from the desk, gently pulling his cock from your thoroughly used hole. You whimpered and held your hands out, reaching for him. Andy smiled and gathered you up in his arms, leading you to the couch beside the Christmas tree.

He sat down, relaxing into the soft cushions and tugging you into his lap so you were sitting across his thighs. His pants were still stuck around his knees, and his shirt still covered his broad chest, while your clothes were twisted around your body, partly falling down to cover your breasts and core. The two of you were equally disheveled, and you knew you’d have to eventually right yourself so Andy could take you home, but for the moment, you let yourself relax in his lap.

Andy wrapped you up in his arms, tucking you into his chest while he brushed kisses to your forehead and temple, his hands roaming comfortingly over your body. “You were such a good girl for me, darling,” he rumbled in your ear, squeezing you tight. “You looked so beautiful in your pretty new clamps and coming all over my cock.” He sighed contentedly, his beard tickling the skin of your forehead as he held you. “And then when you came again—I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as you.”

You soaked up his praise and his soothing touches with a happy, sated smile on your face. Once you regained enough energy to speak, you murmured, “Thank you, daddy.” Your voice was soft and raw, your throat deliciously tired from screaming. “I really loved my Christmas present.”

A contented noise sounded in Andy’s chest and he pressed another, firmer kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, darling,” he said quietly, ducking down to sweetly kiss your nose. “Thank you for trying something new with me, thank you for sending me the photo of yourself, thank you for being with me.” He squeezed you tight in his arms, like he couldn’t bear to let even an inch of space get between your bodies. Sighing happily, he murmured, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, darling.”

Your heart beat happily in your rib cage and you sat up enough to take Andy’s face in your hands, your nails raking gently through his beard. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, too, Andy,” you said, gazing deeply into his eyes. They were shimmering in the light of the Christmas tree, and filled with so much affection for you that your breath caught in your throat.

Andy’s mouth curved in a gentle smile and his expression filled with something even deeper than affection that made your heart trip in your chest. Hope surged inside you, and then he said them, the words you’d been longing to hear. “I love you, darling,” Andy confessed. 

A wide, beaming smile pulled across your face. “I love you, too, Andy,” you said softly. You didn’t know who leaned in first, but in the next moment, your lips were connecting in a fierce kiss, emotion flowing freely between you and Andy. He held you tightly, his big hands splayed across your back beneath your sweater, making you shiver beneath his touch.

When he pulled away, Andy was breathing harshly, and you could feel his cock hardening against your thigh. “I don’t know if I can wait until I get you home before I have you again,” he rasped, dragging kisses down your neck, making you whimper as he sucked on your skin.

“You’re the boss, daddy,” you said in between breathy gasps. “You can have me anywhere you want.” 

And he did. Andy took you again on the couch in his office, making love to you by the light of the Christmas tree. Then, when you were both thoroughly wrecked, he took you home and tucked you in to his bed, where he fucked you slow and sweet beneath the blankets. You fell asleep in your boss’s arms, feeling safer and happier than you ever had before.