Hey! So I saw your requests were open but Iām not sure if the times past or not. If it has feel free to ignore me! Theyāre hooking up and the readers having a hard time getting off and he sees this and tries some choking and dirty talk and it fixes the problem. Any of the CE SS or Winchesters are cool with me. Hope you have a good weekend! š
Rough Hands
Characters: Steve Rogers x F!Avenger!Reader.
Words:Ā 3K.
Warnings: Steve is a confident MF, sexual tension, sexual frustration, failed orgasms, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), bicep/forearm choking, dirty talk, size kink, female masturbation, spit as lube, praise kink, 18+.
A/N: I apologise for how long it has taken me to come up with something for your request, and it that slightly differs from what you askedā however I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! It massively got away from me, but Iām not sorry. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. And thank you to my pre-reader @sweeterthanthis for always encouraging my thirst. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
Youāre grateful for the wide berth of the team on the Quinjet as you fly home, the frustration of the failed mission souring your mood. You donāt want to talk to anyone, and when Steve attempts to, you merely respond with one-word answers or grunts. He doesnāt take the hint.
āLook, donāt take it so hard,ā Steve tries to reassure you but his words just irritate you more. āWe acquired the target.ā
āBut we lost civilians in the process,ā you sass a little too sharply. āWhy are you not more upset?ā
He shrugs, however itās not because he doesnāt careā you can see in his eyes that every death still weighs heavy on his heart, but unfortunately, heās just become acclimated to the loss. Heās still the kind soldier who took you under his wing, but thereās a darkness idling beneath the surface nowā the horrors heās witnessed chipping away at his once immaculate soul.
āThereās something else on your mind,ā he observes, moving towards you and drops to his knees in front of you. āWhatās up?ā
The memory of him pulling you out of harmās way in the middle of the gunfight, strong bicep tucked snugly under your jaw makes the syrupy heat in the pit of your stomach spark.
Thatās whatās up.
You stiffen when he places his hand on your thigh, your skin prickling beneath your tactical pants as he rubs it in an attempt to comfort you. It does the oppositeā comfort is the furthest thing from your mind.
āNothing,ā you reply, averting your gaze. You try to shift your leg away from Steveās grasp, but his strong hold keeps it in place.
āYou know you can talk to me, right?ā
āJust drop it, Rogers.ā
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Some of the team turn to alcohol after returning to the compound. You turn to sex. Desperately seeking out a tenderness that doesnāt exist within the missionsā everything precise and meticulous, rules obeyed to the letter. When you arrive back, all you need is something hasty and messy to take your mind off the job.
You met Evan at one of Tonyās infamous Christmas parties, striking up a flirtatious chemistry almost instantly. He was funny, sweet and pretty quicklyā after a particularly horrendous mission just off the coast of Spainā Evan became your outlet. You both know that itās nothing serious, just a way to release all of that pent up stress, and for a while itās worked. But with the caseloads getting bigger and more violent, his sensual approach is too soft and youāve got to the point where youāre now finding it hard toā¦ finish.
You canāt deny Evan knows his way around a womanās body, just not your body.
And doesnāt help that youāve been fantasising about Steve for the past two months.Ā
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Evan captures your lips with his as he snaps his hips, the deep punch to your cervix making you whine into his open mouth.
His hand moves between your damp bodies, and a small jolt of electricity initially ignites when his thumb begins to circle your clit, but it soon peters out the more he attempts to coax you to euphoria. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to will yourself to orgasm, your mind wandering to the last porn website you visited before itās morphing into the memory of Steve with his bicep around your throat.
You crave that pressureā that hard muscle flexing beneath your jaw causing your breath to stall in your throat. A spark flickers in the pit of your belly, remembering the way his taut body felt against yoursā the brush of his cock against the swell of your assā¦
āMm,ā Evanās sudden hum sounds in your ear and the moment is lost.
āStop,ā you snap, ājustā¦ stop.ā You let go of a defeated sigh when he slows, eyeing you with concern.
āIs everything alright?ā he queries, pushing himself up onto his palms. āAm I hurting you?ā
You shake your head. āNo, youāre fine.ā
Thatās itā itās justā¦ fine.
He retreats and pulls out slowly, his cock still rock hard as he rests back on his haunches between your spread legs.
āIām just having trouble switching off, I guess,ā you explain vaguely, not wanting to go into detail about how he suddenly canāt satisfy you. But you know itās not Evan, itās you.
āIs there anything I can do?ā
Throw me around the room a little?
āNo,ā you answer, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. āDāyou mind if we call it a night?ā You scrunch up your nose and squint your eyes, half expecting a barrage of complaints, but in usual Evan fashion, he merely smiles back at you and runs a hand up your leg, gently squeezing your thigh.
āNot at all.ā
You smile back and quickly reposition yourself, sitting up in front of him. Reaching out, you take his cock in your hands before slowly dipping your head.
The least you can do is let the poor guy finish in your mouth.
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You try to keep your distance from Steve for the next few days, your sour mood extending far beyond the failed mission. Every time you look at him, youāre reminded of his arm pressed against your larynx and that familiar arousal starts to bubble away in your core.
You really need an orgasm. Or five.
Itās late when you rush into the gym Friday night, needing to work out to take your mind off of everything. If sex is out of the question then beating the hell out of a punching bag is the next best thing. You gotta release this tension somehow.
Youāre not paying attention, eyes focused on your cell as you search for your workout playlist, when the last voice you want to hear echoes in front of you.
āHey stranger,ā Steve greets as you look up. Heās already sweaty and rosy-cheeked.
Dear God.
āHavenāt seen you since we got back.ā
You shrug. āNot been feeling well.ā
āOh,ā he places his hands on his hips, a little put out, ānobody mentioned anything to me.ā
āWomenās problems,ā you quickly lie.
He seems placated by your response. āAh.āĀ
Thatās one way to get him off your back.
āSo, if youāre feeling better, fancy a little spar?āĀ
āIām good, thanks,ā you shrug him off, eyes set on the punching bag across the room.
āCāmon, you afraid I can still kick your ass?ā
You narrow your eyes at him, watching the way his lips curl up into a smirk. He knows how to get under your skinā knows you canāt resist a challenge. With a stubborn huff, you throw your towel to the floor, and step up onto the mat to get into position.
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Itās 2-1 to Steve. And youāre certain itās going to be 3-1 at any moment from the way heās so easily dancing around you, light on the balls of his feet as if heās ready to pounce. The man hasnāt even broken a proper sweat.
āThat all you got?ā he teases, tongue tucked between his teeth.
You lunge forward, your focus concentrated on the spot just below his ribs, knowing which way heāll fall if you catch him just right and make it 2-2. However Steveās too fast and ducks out of your way just in time. Heās dodging you to the left, and before you know it, heās got his arm wrapped around your throat from behind. You freeze, making no attempt to fight back. Instead you stand there tight in his hold, your hands splayed across his thighs in some kind of submissive state.
āThink youāre losing your touch,ā he chuckles deeply in your ear. The vibrations are heavy inside your chest as the thrum carries down your spine and comes to rest in the pit of your stomach. Itās enough to pull you from your horny daze and you react quickly, managing to slip from Steveās grasp before he realises youāre free.
You shake your head. āNah, just felt like giving you that one.ā You try to psyche him out. āYou look tired.ā
Steve responds with a scoff. āI can do this all day, baby girl.ā
You know itās not meant as a term of endearment, but the way it rolls off his tongue so smoothlyā so warm and thick, makes a desperate whine break off in your throat as arousal begins to pool in your yoga pants. You stare him down for a split second, eyes drawn to the way Steveās cerulean gaze rakes down your trembling body.
āIhavetogo,ā you splutter and rush off, heading straight for your room, desperate to relieve the ache between your legs.
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The alone time is useless. You lay on your bed, hand shoved in your panties as you rub at your clit. Deep moans escape through your damp, parted lips, Steveās name on the cusp of your tongue while you try to summon up the sensation of his arm tight around your throat. You can feel ecstasy in the distance, tiny flames of pleasure licking at your core, but even as you reach into your bedside cabinet for your vibrator, you know youāre not going to get where you want to go.
You click it off when the batteries begin to die, throwing it towards the trash can with a loud and frustrated yell as you swing your legs off the bed and give up.
With an orgasm off the table, you head back downstairs in search of a drink.
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Everywhere is quiet when you reach the kitchen, making sure to give the gym a wide berth in case Steve spots you, determined to finish off what you started earlier. You flick on the light and hone in on the refrigerator, ready to fish out the ready-made margarita mix Nat had stashed in her designated drawer weeks ago. When you open it, itās practically empty save for a punnet of strawberries that have clearly been left to grow a layer of mold.
āGreat,ā you huff, toeing it closed a little too loudly. Glancing around the kitchen, you suddenly remember Clint hid a bottle of whiskey at the back of one of the cupboards. You start opening and closing each door in search of it, your hopes dwindling as you start to run out of cupboards to look in. You reach the second to last one, heart leaping excitedly when your eyes finally land on it.
āBarton, I could kiss you,ā you mutter to yourself.
āAh, youāre back.ā The words from behind you startle you.
Clutching your chest temporarily, you turn to the owner of the voice, knowing the face that will greet you. Steve smiles wide, arms folded over his chest.
āYep,ā you say, voice clipped as your lips pop the p.
āWhatāre you doing?ā he inquires curiously, dropping his arms and walking towards you.
āGetting a drink.ā
āYour little analyst friend busy?ā He taps his fingers lightly against the counter top.
āWhy does that matter?ā
Steve shrugs. āBecause youāre usually in need of a fuck when youāre stressed, not rummaging through the kitchen for Bartonās secret stash.ā
His words take you a little by surprise.
āIām not stressed,ā you try to defend but Steve sees right through you.
āSure youāre not.ā
Turning away from him with an embittered grunt, you reach up into the cupboard for the bottle. As your fingers brush the edge of it, Steve is suddenly pressed up behind you, bicep tucked perfectly beneath your chin.
āWhat the fuck are yādoing?ā you manage to choke.
āJust an experiment,ā he explains from behind you, and you can tell from the lilt in his tone that heās smiling. āWanted to see if that was a one time thing back there or you always grind your ass against my cock like that.ā
āI think youāre imagining things.ā
āMm, am I?ā His spare hand reaches around your midriff and slips it beneath the waistband of your yoga pants. āSo if I were to delve into this little satin thong,ā his fingers scrunch the material teasingly, causing the seam to rub through your folds, āI wonāt find you soaking wet?ā
It takes all of your resolve to hold in a moan.
āWhatās the matter?ā Steve breaths in your ear. āAfraid I might break you?ā
This time you canāt hold back, muttering, āJesus Christ,ā under your breath as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
His hand slides lower and you know you should stop him, but a strange kind of curiosity overwhelms you. What if Evan was never bad at all, but just bad for you?
You tremble in Steveās grasp, fingernails sinking into the flesh of his forearm as you use the grip to keep you upright because without it, you fear you might crumble to your knees. And when his fingers reach between the apex of your thighs, cupping you gently through your soaked underwear, you feel your body sag against him.
āMm, you really are drenched, baby girl,ā he says, low and hushed. āThis all for me?ā
You nod as best you can.
āOnly fair I should get to enjoy it then.ā He teases the fabric of your thong to the side and it feels like an eternity before he runs his middle finger down through your folds.
You whine pathetically at the sensation, and when he sinks the tip into your slick heat, you almost draw blood from biting down on your lip so hard.
āCan feel you suckinā me in already,ā he laughs against your damp cheek. āWhat a greedy little pussy youāve got.ā He pushes his finger further in, practically impaling you on the solitary thick digit. āCanāt wait to feel you drippinā around my cock.ā
āFuck, Steve,ā you lament breathlessly, wriggling your hips as you rub your ass harder against his swelling erection.
āSeems like you canāt wait either baby girl,ā he grunts deeply in your ear, dropping his arm from around your throat as he hurriedly pulls his hand momentarily free.
Itās almost torture how slowly he smooths your yoga pants down your thighs, letting the fabric bunch around your knees as your sodden thong remains. Pressed against the counter top, you feel like youāre waiting forever before heās spreading your asscheeks with two giant hands. You arch away from him as he hooks the satin to one side and runs his fingers back through your wet lips.
This time, Steve pushes two fingers inside you, your walls hungrily clamping down around them as he begins fucking them in and out at a pace that has you seeing stars.
āThink youāre stretched out enough for me?ā he asks, lips hot against your ear. You agree, giving your head a little nod as you whimper over the filthy slurp of your cunt.
His fingers slip out and the loss of the warmth of them makes you clench around nothing, eagerly waiting. You hear Steve rustle his clothes briefly and before you know it, a different kind of warmth is prodding at your entrance, followed by the sound of him spitting. The hot saliva dribbles down your ass as he rubs the head of his cock through your slick, coating it liberally with the mess.
He surges forward very slowly, his impressive girth opening you up like a flower coming into bloom, inch by inch. You can hear him sucking in tight breaths behind you as he pushes inside, and you tense when he hits resistance.
āShit,ā you cry out a little, rolling your hips to entice him to move. It feels like heās splitting you in half when he gently manipulates his way further and eventually bottoms out. A choked moan bubbles in the back of your throat.
āOh baby girl, I know itās big, but youāre takinā me so well,ā Steve praises. āAll of my thick cock buried inside this tight little cunt.ā
You stay interlocked like this, feeling him throb in time with your own heartbeat before he begins to retreat. When heās almost all of the way out, he slams back inside you, making your eyes sting a little with tears. It hurts but it feelsā¦ soā¦ fuckingā¦ good.
Steveās bicep wraps its way back around your throat, taut muscle flexing as he tightens his hold. His other hand balances on the shelf of your ass, your ruined thong curled up in the ball of his fist, using that grip to tug you back onto his cock.
āThis is what you wanted, right? Me treatinā you a little rough?ā he mutters over the sound of wet.
Slap, slap, slap.
āYāknow, anyone could walk in right now.ā You clench around him at the thought and he lets out a little laugh. āWould ya like that? Get torn apart while someone else watches?ā
You whine through closed lips, feeling yourself growing wetter with every sinful thing that comes out of his mouth.
He fucks you like thisā all deep, rippling thrusts and dirty wordsā as if heās a man possessed, and itās just what you need. You can feel the syrupy heat from your failed orgasm stirring low in your belly, igniting into a spark that carries right down into your pussy.
Steve hits every tender, sensitive spot inside you over and over like heās had your body memorised for years.
āThatās it, coat my cock. Take me nice and fuckinā deep,ā he punctuates as he disappears back inside you and thatās when you feel it. Right on the crest of rapturous bliss.
āOh fuck, youāre gonna make me come,ā you cry with strangled breaths, trying to savour your oxygen but the lightheadedness is ultimately what finally pushes you over the edge.
Somewhere in your periphery, you hear the timber of Steveās voice but you donāt hear the words, the rush of blood in your ears and your own euphoric shriek drowning him out.Ā
Itās not until he practically snarls in your ear, ālisten to me,ā and the authority in it makes you focus. āDonāt give out on me yet baby girl, weāre nowhere near finished.āĀ
And at the end of the night, youāre gonna want to say some things, but donāt. Donāt ruin it. Itās nothing she doesnāt already know. Just give her a kiss. Wish her good luck. And, uhā¦ thank her. Thank her for showing you that you can love more than one person in this life.
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
āHis action, his physical stuff is just amazing. Heās like an action machine. The stunt coordinator was shocked because his timing and precision was just unbeatable.āĀ Ā
- Dir.Ā Bong Joon-Ho on Chis Evans in SnowpiercerĀ -
