fireman’s appreciation night
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Pairing: fireman!Steve Rogers x female!reader
Summary: After your ex cheated on you, you fell into a slump. Determined to help you out Natasha and Wanda take you to the Fireman’s Appreciation Night at the club you regular, hoping to lift your spirits.
Warnings: Mild swearing, cheating, smut, dom-ish Steve Rogers, fireman!Steve Rogers, unprotected piv, oral sex - f receiving, clothed sex for like a sec, fingering, creampie, slight dirty talk, nipple play, hair pulling - m receiving
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It has been 2 months, 4 days, 6 hours, and 27 minutes since your life fell apart. Not that you were counting or anything…
That was the day you found your fiancee in bed with his coworker. Not just any bed but your bed, the one you slept in every night, the one you paid for!
You and your fiancee had been together for nearly six years and after witnessing your fiancee cheating on you it all made sense why he took nearly 5 years to propose. He didn’t want to commit he just wanted all the benefits that came with having a girlfriend. You weren’t given a ring out of love, no you were given a shut up-ring.
You aren’t even sure why you stayed with him. He was a total slob and didn’t work a day in his life, a total mommy’s boy. He took refugee in your apartment after he got kicked out of his for not paying rent.
So everyday you came home to a messy apartment and him playing video games and expecting you to make dinner for him.
You always did so without complaint because you loved him and he loved you, or so you thought.
After much nagging you finally got him to apply for a job by telling him you needed money for the wedding. That’s where he met Janet, irritating and bitchy Janet.
She always called your boyfriend at the worst times possible, Saturday mornings, week nights when you two were cuddling even occasionally at three am just to ‘hear his voice or ask him a work question.’
You should’ve suspected something was up when he answered the calls without a second thought and pushed you away like you were nothing. But you didn’t.
Then he started coming home late, always gushing about something Janet said. He also started referring to her as his ‘work wife’ claiming it was a totally normal thing to do and that all his colleagues had their own work wives.
Then one day, the day of your 6 years anniversary, you informed your boyfriend you were coming home late. You had a big surprise planned but the moment you stepped into the apartment you could only hear loud and obnoxious moaning. Moans that were obviously fake since your boyfriend wasn’t even that great in bed. Most of the time he came early and left you to take matters into your own hands.
After you found Janet and your boyfriend together in bed a lot of horrible things were said. You kicked him out right then and there, dumping some of his things outside your door and slamming it closed, leaving your boyfriend and Janet clothed only in pieces of their clothes.
Once the door slammed shut in their faces your resolve crumbled, gone was the anger, the stone-cold face. It was replaced with something raw, something you didn’t want to feel. You were hurt, in more ways than one. Gone were 6 years of your life, wasted on a garbage boy.
You tried to act like it didn’t matter, that you were fine but you weren’t. You sunk to the ground, back against the door and bawled your eyes out for hours on end. You couldn’t bear to think of him.
While you were in such a frazzled state you called the only person you knew could help you, Natasha. You and her met in college, while she intimidated you at first you both became fast friends. She also introduced you to her roommate Wanda, a redhead with a knack for knowing exactly how you felt even when you yourself were unsure.
Throughout your break up they were your rocks. The moment the found out they insisted that you come stay with them for a while, just to get away from all the things in your apartment that reminded you of him.
They took care of you like two mother hens, they made you food and coddled you. They forced you take some time off of work and to really just heal.
That however ended up in you getting fired since your manager was an asshole. This forced you to sell your apartment and permanently move in with them. All of these things just made you sink into your slump even more, you refused to eat, you refused to talk you only watched horrible comedies and slept the day away.
Natasha and Wanda knew they had to get you out of your slump and back on your own two feet, but they weren’t sure how.
Then the perfect opportunity arose, fireman’s appreciation night at the club they regulared. What better way to make you forget about your ex than a hot fireman?
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It was still early morning, Natasha was probably out on her run and you could hear the occasional clang of pots and pans, meaning that Wanda was preparing breakfast, not to mention that you could also smell the wonderful aromas of food.
You were still in bed, lounging in your pyjamas that were most definitely filthy but you didn’t see the point in washing them or getting out of bed for that matter.
You were mindlessly scrolling through your ex’s Instagram when a post caught your eye. Your ex, Janet and a huge diamond ring.
It had only been two months since the breakup!
How long was that asshole cheating on you for?!
Before you could spiral even more the front door slamming shut caught your attention, you heard scurrying near the door and assumed it was Natasha returning from her morning jog.
Your suspicion was confirmed when Natasha, without knocking, entered your room in her jogging clothes.
She was a bit out of breath but still gave you her best, ‘I have a horrible idea and we have to do it’ smile.
“Okay, up we go you lazy ass. We got things to do, people to meet.” She says in a voice way too loud for this early in the morning.
You could barely even process her words before she’s pulling your covers off of you and ripping your phone from your hand. You grumble in annoyance as you try grabbing the blanket from her hands but she only tuts.
“Nope, you’re getting up, we have much to do,” she says with a mischievous little smirk.
“Like what exactly?” You groan as you plop your face into your pillow, and before you know it she’s dragging you out of your bed by your feet.
“It’s fireman appreciation night tonight at that club we always go to,” you could only frown at her words, “And?” You asked skeptically.
“Aaand~ we are going to show some hot firemen how much the women of New York City appreciate them!” She said in a devious voice.
You groan as she now fully pulled your off of the bed, forcing you to get up, “That’s ridiculous!” You try to argue but she cuts you off, “Not taking no for an answer babes, now come down and eat some breakfast.”
The rest of the morning was spent on silly things like showering, and shaving everywhere like Nat instructed and things like finally washing your hair again and brushing your teeth.
You had to admit, you finally felt human again since the breakup.
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The club was packed, filled to the brim with firemen in their uniforms and many other club goers that were clearly eager to show off their appreciation for the fireman. The music was loud and lights were flashing.
As soon as you stepped inside Wanda forced you three to go get a couple of shots. 3 Rounds of shots later the two redheads decided they wanted to go dance.
“C’mon, you gremlin, just have some fun, dance a bit!” Wanda yelled over the music and took your hand to try and drag you onto the dance floor. “No thanks, I’m just going to get another drink,” you yelled back and she shrugged.
The bar was packed with people doing shots and frazzled bartenders as they tried to keep up with the orders. Sitting down at the far end of the bar, flipping through the menu and eyeing their signature cocktails.
While flipping aimlessly through the menu, trying to waste some time you hear the barstool next to you being pulled out and you feel a large presence sit beside you, not only that but you could smell their after shave and a hint of smoke.
“What are you getting tonight, sweetheart?” You hear the stranger next to you ask, his voice was deep but kind. Rolling your eyes you turn to tell the man to leave you alone but that thought goes straight out the window as you lock eyes with the man beside you.
His eyes were a sharp intense blue, his blond hair was nearly trimmed, his face was chiseled and clean shaven. His lips were curled in a kind smile.
You don’t even remember to answer his question until he asks again, leaving you embarrassed for staring so long.
You clear your throat, “Just a cocktail or something,” you explained, you could see him smile and nod, and as he called over the bartender you took another second to stare at him.
He was clad in his fireman uniform, and on his uniform there was a captain’s insignia, “Captain, huh?” You asked, making him turn to look at you after ordering your drinks and he nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m the captain of my team, they’re a strong bunch.” He said with a fond tone.
“So what’s your name Captain?” You ask mischievously, “Oh! Ehm, apologies how rude of me, Steve Rogers. You are?” While you give him your name your drinks are handed to you and you mutter a thanks to Steve.
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You and Steve continued chatting for a while, exchanging silly stories and the occasional flirtatious remarks. You both were tipsy by now, giggling like children about anything and everything.
“So cap, tell me, what made you decide to become a fireman.” Your words come out slightly slurred but Steve didn’t seem to mind as he rolled his eyes “Told you not to call me that, sweetheart. But- ” he said sobering up just a tad
“I always knew I wanted to help people, I used to be tiny you know, a scrawny kid that could be blown over by a fan.” You snort at that and eye his biceps, running a hand over one, “You? Tiny? Yeah right,” you say incredulously.
Steve could only laugh at your disbelief, “No really I was! I swear, wait look here.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his camera roll, then after some time he showed you a picture of a much younger and smaller Steve.
You cooed, “Aw, you were so cute! How old were you?” Steve cleared his throat, “Seventeen.” you paused and looked back at the photo and then at him, “Damn.”
Steve laughed, “Yeah… I uh, tried becoming a Marine when I graduated high school, they said I was too skinny. So I started you know working out and stuff and a growth spurt hit, decided screw the Marines I want to do something else and uh, then my friend told me about this job and I took it.”
“Guess the Marines are pretty pissed now.” You quip and he laughed pulling you closer into his side.
You both stay like that, and from this angle you could feel just how strong and defined his body was.
“So how about you tell me something, since I just spilled my life’s story to you.” You nod at his suggestion, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone tonight, no boyfriend or nothing.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, “Not alone actually, my friends are over there,” you point to the two redheads who were currently dancing to their hearts content with any fireman they could find.
Steve laughed as he saw them, “Hey! That’s one of my friends!” He let out a whistle “Nice going Sam!” He yelled and a fireman that was busy dancing with Natasha looks up and gives him a smile.
“And as for the boyfriend part, my ex and I broke up a few months to ago. So my friends suggested coming here tonight,” you shrug solemnly as you’re reminded of your ex.
“What kind of an asshole would dump someone as great as you?” Steve asked with a surprised yet disapproving tone. You shrug, “My ex I guess. Found him in my bed with one of his coworkers.” Steve made a disgusted sound at that, and you let out a sigh.
Steve being attentive as ever noticed your mood souring and immediately changed the topic. “So why aren’t you dancing?” He questioned you, “I could ask you the same thing Captain,” you tease him.
He shrugged, downed his drink and gave you a grin, “S’cause I’m having too much fun talking to a pretty girl like you.” You could feel the flush creeping up but you rolled your eyes and laughed.
As the night grew on people were starting to leave the club, the music got softer the lights weren’t going crazy anymore and you and Steve? Well you two were beyond tipsy and very clearly eye-fucking each other.
Once Steve suggested going back to his place you both immediately got up and left. The walk to his place was filled with soft giggles and both of you tripping over your own feet.
You couldn’t stop touching each other. You both had to be touching at all times, whilst you whisper flirtatious remarks into each others ears.
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As Steve fumbled with his keys to his apartment you were hanging on his arm, kissing his neck and giggling while he struggled. As soon as Steve successfully unlocked the door and you stepped inside Steve pressed you against the wall.
His hands found refugee on your hips and he pressed his chest against yours so you could feel his ragged breathing. “Aren’t you just too damn pretty.” His eyes were blown wide with lust and adoration, and his cheeks flushed. You weren’t sure if that was because of you or the alcohol though.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands playing with the tufts of blond hair at the nape of his neck. “You gon’ let me show you how a real man treats a woman?” You could merely nod in your lust filled haze.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart,” he tuts, “I need words honey,” he said as he cupped your face with his one hand, tilting your face up to make you look at him. “Yes, Steve,” you breathlessly reply.
Without a second thought he captures your lips with his, his lips melt against yours. The kiss is by no means perfect, you are both drunk and high off each other, your teeth clash and his hand on your hips pulls you impossibly closer.
You weave a hand through his hair, tugging lightly as he let out a muffled groan into your mouth. He pulled away to leave kisses down the side of your neck, sucking at certain spots that made you let out little whines.
While he was kissing your neck you could feel his hands trail towards your things, he pulled away slightly, “Jump.” And you did as you were told, he lifted you with ease, but that wasn’t surprising considering he had fireman strength.
He moved his mouth back to yours and he manoeuvred around his apartment until he entered a room you assumed was his bedroom. You assumptions were confirmed once you were softly placed onto his bed like you were a piece of fine china.
He moved away from you and took in your disheveled form, he let out a groan, “Look at you sweetheart, so pretty. Your ex was a fuckin’ idiot.”
He moved closer and softly cupped your face, he kissed you again, his hands moving down towards the straps of your dress. “Can I remove this?” You wordlessly nodded as he quickly removed the straps from your shoulders and pushed your dress down towards your waist.
He took in you form, his hands moving to your bra and you once again nodded in approval, his hands lifted you up and unclasped your bra. Once your bra was removed he stared at your chest in awe.
He took you waist in his hands and lowered his face to your neck, gently kissing you there. He left kisses and marks down your neck and towards your chest. He started massaging your one breast and he kissed the other one. After a few seconds he moved licking and biting your one nipple and pinching the other one between his fingers. You let out soft whines and he finally pulled away.
His pupils were blown wide with lust as he sank to his knees, he quickly removed the rest of your dress until you only remained in the only nice pair of underwear you owned. You were so thankful that Natasha forced you to shave everywhere. You had to remember to thank her and Wanda for forcing you to go out tonight.
Steve ran a finger over your clothed cunt, smiling when he noticed the small wet patch on your underwear. He leaned closer, leaving soft kisses on your inner thigh and inching closer towards the part where you needed it the most. His hands gripped your thighs and kneaded the soft flesh as you let out soft mewls.
“Steve! C’mom just touch me already,” you pathetically whined and he answered by pushing your underwear to the side and licking a stripe over your cunt. You whined and you instinctively tried closing your thighs around his head but his hands held them open.
He licked a few stripes over you, before pulling back “Look at her, she’s so pretty sweetheart.” Before you could complain about the loss of stimulation, he removed your underwear and dove straight into your hole with his tongue. “She tastes good too,” he groaned, his words muffled as he ate you out like a starved man.
He quickly started thrusting his tongue in and out of you while his thumb started playing with your clit, rubbing soft circles over it as you let out pathetic little whines and whimpers.
At one point you could feel the pleasure gradually increasing as Steve expertly ate you out like a starved man, your body was tense and Steve could feel your approaching orgasm coming but right before the pleasure could take over he pulled away, leaving you aching and confused.
Through teary eyes you looked at him, “Why?” You asked dumbly, he could only chuckle at your face. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good right now.” He rubbed a loving hand over your waist.
He now stands and quickly starts removing his fireman vest, leaving him in a way too tight t-shirt that really defined his muscles. He quickly shed that too leaving his top half now naked. You couldn’t help but gawk at him, he was incredibly fit and he had a blondish happy trail that deliciously disappeared beneath his trousers.
Steve couldn’t help but smirk as he saw you shamelessly checking him out. “Like what you see?” You nodded, “You know…” you drawl out and sit up to trail a hand over his abs, “Tonight was fireman appreciation night, and I think I should thank you for your service on behalf of all women. You know, show how much we appreciate you firemen.”
Steve let out a chuckle and grabbed hold of your hand, stopping it from trailing downwards towards his dick, which was now bulging against his trousers. “As tempting as that offer is, I’m gonna have to decline sweetheart. We can do that at a later time, right now I need to be burried in your sweet pussy.”
He pushes you to lay back down and removes his pants and his boxers and to say that Steve Rogers was insanely attractive was an understatement. His dick was to die for, perfectly long, perfectly thick with a nice mushroom tip.
Wordlessly he rubbed his tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. He slowly pushed his tip inside you, groaning at the feel of you and you let out a little mewl.
He slowly thrust in and out, careful not to hurt you. He captured your lips with his and you trailed your hands over his abs, moaning as he gripped your hips.
He moved his lips to your jaw, kissing your jaw and biting your ear as he started thrusting in deeper. It felt like heaven and you let out many little moans. “Let me hear you honey,” he encouraged as you took him deeper. His one hand moved to toy with your nipple whilst the other started it’s ministrations on your clot again.
“Harder,” you moaned as Steve was still thrusting in and out cautiously, at that he he started thrusting harder and faster until you both were moaning messes. Your hands gripped his hair and and clawed down his back leaving angry red streaks down his back.
While you were doing that he was messily kissing all over your body, kneading your breast and stimulating your clit. You could feel the pleasure building up, and so could Steve as you were squeezing his dick tightly, his thrusts were starting to get sloppy and he tried giving a few more harsh thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that finally made the coil snap and had you seeing stars and moaning his name like a mantra.
Steve gave a few more sloppy thrusts as you squeezed him, “Inside! Please!” You begged, “I’m on the pill!” That was all the encouragement he needed before he finally came inside you, you could feel ropes of white hot cum spurting inside you and you squeezed him tight to milk every he got out of him.
“Fuck sweetheart.” He groaned as he pulled out, without another word he left you panting and sprawled out on his bed.
After a few minutes he returned with a wash cloth and some clean clothes for you. He wordlessly cleaned you up and helped you get dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers.
“There we go, honey,” he whispered, then moved on to get cleaned up and dress himself.
After getting dressed he climbed into bed beside you, tugging the covers over both of you and pulling you close. He left a trail of soft kisses on your neck.
His apartment was quiet and dark and you could only hear the occasional drone of a car passing by. “So next time I get to show you how much I appreciate firemen?” You whisper teasingly and you could feel him smirk against your skin, “Yeah, next time, but for now you need to get some rest.” He kisses your shoulder again, “Night, sweet.” He whispers as he softly rubs circles into your thigh.
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It was official, no man would ever compare to Steve Rogers. Your ex was now just a silly after thought, someone you couldn’t believe kept you satisfied for six years. Because one night with Steve Rogers trampled on all the times you had been with any other man before.
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