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heyy, i was wondering if u could do a fluff fic with jobe bellingham where the reader is insecure of her past sh scars and jobe comforts her and kisses her scars
Absolutely!!! I’ll reply to this again when I make it but like expect it SOON
Booty Shorts & Mini Skirts
Pairings ~ Jobe Bellingham x fem!reader
Summary ~ You are obsessed with wearing short things in the summer, you felt confident and they were just too cute to pass up. Jobe never had an issue with your style, but he can't help but feel a little jealous when you pull up to his practice wearing them.
Warnings/Tags ~ Established relationship, fluff, slightly jealous Jobe, cursing, slightly suggestive, use of y/n, very short.
Word count ~ 582
A/N ~ Enjoy these crumbs while I try and write another fanfic for Jobe. Also if ANYY writer sees this I need to know if I should write for someone else before publishing my next Jobe fic. That'd be three Jobe fanfics in a row and now I'm feeling like I'm doing to much and now you guys hate me, lmk lmk.
You loved mini skirts and booty shorts, that much was clear to anyone that knew you. The moment the weather warmed up, it was suns out, buns out. You couldn't resist them, and it had become a bit of a tradition since the summer you turned 18. The moment you got a boyfriend, everyone expected you to retire the short clothing and dress less revealing.
But Jobe didn't mind one bit.
He supported you in everything you wore. Hell, he even helped you pick out a couple of your outfits. He knew you dressed in what you felt confident in, and who was he to tell you not to dress a certain way just because he was in the picture? It's not like you walked out of the house in nothing but a piece of yarn.
You hadn't ever been around his teammates wearing anything like that. Until today at least.
Now here you are, watching your man train wearing a mini skirt—the ones that complimented your figure just right—and a fitted graphic t-shirt.
You were distracting him and you didn't even realize, flashing him an innocent smile whenever you caught him staring, oblivious to the way you were making him feel.
The moment the boys were given a break, he was making his way over to you. Nearly there before something stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Y/n has the ass of an angel." he heard from behind him.
Did he hear that correctly?
"He's one lucky guy, that ass is perfect." another man agreed.
He definitely heard that correctly.
It wasn't like Jobe was insecure, he was far from it. He was well aware of how attractive he was and he knew that you weren't going anywhere, but that didn't mean that he was immune to jealousy.
It certainly didn't mean that he would allow someone to say anything like that about his lover. Because he did not play about you.
"Oy, mate, let's keep the comments in our head." he said, his accent thick, "i'm well aware of how my girlfriends arse looks, I see it everyday."
And with that, he was back on track; leaving the two men quiet as he walked off.
"What was that about?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His body was hot, warmth radiating off his sticky skin. Beads of sweat trickled down his temple as he hugged you back.
"They said your arse was perfect, had to remind em that you were off the market." he muttered, hand gripping your ass possessively.
The act made your cheeks heat up. You absolutely loved it when he got jealous.
"I am going to have to agree with them though, it does looks amazing, doesn't it?"
"Oh, absolutely." he smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
You giggled, his hand squeezing your waist.
"It's yours, so what they say doesn't matter to me."
He hummed, content, lowering his head; lips brushing over your ear.
"I'll show you just how good you look when we get home." he whispered, delivering a quick slap to your backside.
His words sent waves of electricity down your spine. He never failed to get you weak in the knees.
He gave you one last kiss before parting, jogging back to his teammates. Acting as if he hadn't said something dirty seconds prior.
You didn't call his bluff, because you knew that he wasn't joking.
And boy, were you excited for when you got home.
A/N ~ so, this is really short and I KNOW yall are probably sick of the Jobe fanfics but like this anyway... currently 4:24 am finishing this and it surprisingly took me a long time despite it being so short. I just SUCK at writing.
Your Man
Pairings ~ Jobe x fem!reader
Summary ~ You were watching Jobe practice, interrupted by one of the players sister, talking about Jobe in a concerning way. Right to your face.
Warnings/Tags ~ Fluff, slight angst if you squint, established relationship, jealous reader, Jobe is a sweetheart!
Word Count ~ 1,462
A/N ~ Small Jobe fanfic for the road because I’m too lazy to do a big plot.
The warm summer sun beamed down on you, a cool breeze wrapping your body in a refreshing hug as it swept past. You were sitting down next to the other footballer girlfriends and family members, watching Jobe practice. The girls chatted beside you, but your eyes were fixed on your boyfriend.
Niko had just let them go on break, the men splitting up in different directions. Some went to sit down, some went to chat with the other teammates, and Jobe made his way over to you, water bottle in hand.
The sight before you was nothing short of breathtaking. Your handsome boyfriend standing in front of you, glistening like a freshly baked glazed donut under the shine of the sun, sweat dripping down his abs, his shirt lifted just above his pecs. He stared down at you with loving eyes, seemingly oblivious to the way he was currently making you feel.
"You're not getting bored yet are you?" he asked, sitting down beside you with a grunt.
"How could I ever get bored with a view like this." your eyes scanned over his body. Half teasingly, half serious.
He chucked, small and breathless.
"I've got an even better one, my amazing girlfriend sitting here watching me in that pretty sundress."
Your face heated slightly at the compliment.
"Jobe, could you help me with these boxes?" you heard a female voice call from a few feet away from you.
You looked her direction, recognizing her to be one of the players sister, Lillian.
"Uh, yeah sure, I'll be right back baby." Jobe got up, walking over to the girl.
Even from your distance you could see her eyes flicker down to his abs, shamelessly at that, almost immediately biting her bottom lip.
You chose to ignore it, knowing full well how attractive Jobe was. Not that it didn't bother you, but a little look wasn't enough to get you angry.
You watched Jobe walk off with her, disappearing for a moment.
When they returned, she was walking next to him, slightly squeezing his bicep. Jobe respectfully moved his arm, offering her a polite smile. You squinted as if you weren't seeing things correctly. There was absolutely no way she was touching your man like that. You could read her lips from where you were.
"You're very strong, you know."
Oh I know.
Jobe walked back over to you, plopping down right back where he was. The smell of his cologne was stronger now, enhanced by the heat of his body. It almost made you forget why you were upset. That was until Lillian approached the two of you, sitting down right next to him. You tried your best to not show your irritation on your face, but you were never that good at masking your emotions, and he was very good at reading you the rare times you were.
"You okay?" he whispered, a concerned expression on his face.
"Oh, I'm fine." you grinned, soft.
He definitely didn't believe you, but he wouldn't push. He never did.
Niko called the team back to continue training, prompting a quick kiss from Jobe before he jogged back; leaving you with Lillian.
She moved to sit next to you, tilting her head to look at you.
"Girl, Jobe is fine." she whispered in your ear. "Congratulations to you."
The absolute audacity.
"That's one of the reasons why I'm with him." you smiled at her, a fake smile.
You went back to watching Jobe practice, the light was hitting his skin in such a perfect way, his abs defined. He had a focused look on his face, a look you found insanely attractive.
"He looks like an angel from here honestly," she kept going, mostly to herself. But sometimes it's just not our turn to talk.
"Look at those abs.."
"And those biceps..."
"You should let me borrow him one day, when you're done with him."
She was unabashed, as if the words that were leaving her lips were even remotely okay.
You tried to keep your cool, not wanting to make a scene. "Well he isn't a library book now is he?"
She laughed, like you were joking.
"I suppose not, but a man as good looking as him isn't meant to be tied down for long."
"Keep in mind you're talking to his girlfriend, of three years." you said, finally looking at her.
She wasn't staring at you, she was staring directly at Jobe. Her lip once again tucked between her teeth. "Not for long, he's growing more popular by the day, it's only a matter of time before he finds someone else." she muttered.
That took you aback. You had never been disrespected like this when it came to Jobe. Yeah, he had fangirls, you were literally one of them; but this was a whole different level of temerity.
"Well, only one of us gets to go home and touch him everyday, and it's not you." you squinted at her.
She finally looked at you, her face twisting.
You didn't want to deal with her anymore. If one more word left her lips you might've actually put your hands on the woman. You stood up, gathering your belongings and moving to a different seat, farther from her. Of course you weren't going home early, you wouldn't miss seeing Jobe hot and sweaty for anything.
You sat and continued to watch him in peace.
But the soft tingle of jealousy still ran through your veins.
You were sitting at home, legs resting over Jobe's as you laid down. A movie was playing in the background, but you were too busy thinking about earlier to pay any attention to it. You hadn't brought it up to Jobe yet, still deciding if it was worth being talked about. It bothered you, how comfortable she felt talking about him like that, especially in front of you, his girlfriend.
Her words still rang in your head repeatedly, they were filthy, but they made you think.
"A man as good looking as him isn't meant to be tied down for long."
"It's only a matter of time before he finds someone else."
You didn't want to believe her. She was just trying to get a rise out of you. But a part of you felt like maybe she was right. It's happened before. When people get famous and leave their partner for someone better, someone that fit their new lifestyle. Like a model, or a singer, maybe even another athlete.
You weren't any of those. Sure, you were pretty. He told you how beautiful you were on a daily basis. And Jobe wasn't even like that, he was honest and had a kind heart. But the doubt still lingered.
"Y/n? What's wrong, you've been quiet since we got home." he asked, pulling you out of your trance.
There was no point in lying; you knew that the more you kept it inside, the more it'd bother you.
You let out a sigh, looking up to meet his eyes.
"I don't know why this is bothering me so much." you said.
He stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.
"That girl, Lillian, she kept talking about you to me." you muttered, "I mean talking about your body and how good you looked, and I know that I should be used to it by now but I still get a little jealous."
"And it wasn't even the worst thing she said, she told me that you'd leave me for someone better, you know, because you're getting recognized more and more."
He looked at you, eyebrows raised, like he was shocked about the whole thing.
"Wow, darling, I could be the most famous man in the world, and I'd still stay by your side. My level of fame does not change how much I love you." he said, his voice soft.
"And as for the comments about my looks, at the end of the day, I'm your man, not hers."
He dragged your body to his, wrapping you in his warm embrace. His cheek rested atop your head, his thumb rubbing careful circles on your arm.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise"
A comfortable silence filled the room, the soft sound of his heart beating was like music to your ears, a lullaby. His breathing labored you closer and closer to a slumber.
"You looked like a glazed donut today, just letting you know." you muttered, half asleep.
He chuckled at your words, planting a kiss on your head.
He didn't say anything now because you were about to fall asleep, but you knew he'd tease you about it once you woke up. And another thought crossed your mind.
You got to wake up in his arms.
Not her, or anyone else.
A/N ~ so... how are we feeling about this one guys.. it's 5:02 am and I am fighting a deep sleep writing this..
Why are there no new fanfics for me to read 💔
Y’all have ONE week to get ur head in the game..
is this a safe space to admit that when theres no new fics for me to read i have nothing else to do with my life.. at all
i’m manifesting everyone with writers block to be able to snap out of it and feed the people,, you guys are the backbone of tumblr we can’t do this without you 😞
Jealousy Jealousy
Pairings ~ Jude Bellingham x ex!model!reader
Summary ~ It’s been months since you and Jude Bellingham broke up, months of avoiding him at events, months of dismissing questions about him. Now, after seeing you so close with another guy, he can’t help but feel a little jealous.
Warnings/tags ~ SMUT, MDNI 18+, p in v, fingering, first orgasm risky, jealous Jude, swearing, slight angst, unprotected sex, breeding, use of the word bitch by a MALE, multiple orgasms, slight mutual masturbation.
Word count ~ 3,506
A/N ~ So this is my second take on smut and if its bad lie to my face. Recent obsessions with Jude have found me yall I’ve hopped on the hype train. Jobe too so expect a little something for him whenever I actually finish this. Unfortunately for me I tend to take forever with fanfics and by the time im done with one I highkey find a new obsession…
The hall was decorated beautifully, large chandeliers hung down from the ceiling like icicles, tables stacked with food were placed accordingly throughout the crowded building. Famous people stretched from one wall to the next, dressed extravagantly for the occasion.
You were sitting down at the bar, talking to your friend, Diane, about the people you both saw. It wasn't like you were new to this, you've been to countless events like this, but it never got old seeing so many people you've idolized since you were a little girl.
You were a model, very well known in the industry and praised by millions. It was always so surprising to see how the same people you adored were just as excited to see you.
You took a slow sip of your drink as you listened to her talk, champagne fizzling in your throat.
"You should've seen the look on my face when I realized he actually knew me, I was in genuine shock." She giggled, putting her hand over her chest.
Chatter echoed in the background, loud and jumbled. Laughing here, gasps there, just a bunch of noise competing with each other.
"But no seriously, how are you feeling about tonight?" Her question was simple enough, but you knew what she was referring to.
You let out a long sigh, like you were expecting her to ask this.
"Y/n cmon, you can't just act like nothing happened." She spoke loudly over the noise, loud enough to make you want to tape over her mouth.
She was referring to your break up with Jude. Jude Bellingham. Your very messy break up with Jude Bellingham. Two pictures broke your trust, leading to the ultimate end of your year long relationship. Blogs took their time with the story, spewing theories and trying to stir up unnecessary drama.
"It's been like 7 months—not that I'm counting—and I'm perfectly fine." You took another long sip of your champagne.
"I've managed to avoid him and this discussion for a long time, I'm not planning on stopping now."
"But trust me, I am fine, and he's not even here."
Her eyes widened, her movements coming to a halt.
Oh.
Of course.
What did you expect, of course your super famous ex boyfriend was going to be at an event for super famous people; and he was at a high demand right now because of his recent performance during the World Cup.
"Well regardless, I'm fine." You finished the last of your drink in one quick gulp.
"Whatever you say.." she said through gritted teeth.
She saw right through you, but she wouldn't push if you truly didn't want to talk about it. And you definitely didn't.
Just as you were about to change the subject, a man approached you.
"Ladies, I hope you're enjoying your night." He smiled slyly, voice deep.
"I was wondering if I could have a chat with Miss Y/n here, if you don't mind me stealing her for a moment." He looked at Diane, but she was already looking at you, a cocky grin on her face.
"I absolutely don't mind." she said, too quickly.
She got up and walked away, giving you two thumbs up behind his back.
He took her seat, knees brushing yours for a moment.
"I'm Daniel, Daniel Johnson, from 'Happy Without You’, the new movie." he introduced himself, as if he knew you didn't recognize him.
"It seems you already know me, so I suppose I don't have to say much." you smiled.
He chucked, looking at you with low eyes. "I don't think I know enough."
The obvious flirting didn't stun you, as a model it wasn't foreign to you. He was relatively attractive, looking to be in his early 20's, like you. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. Intimidating, to say the least.
"Oh yeah? Ask away." you narrowed your eyes. It has been a while since you've taken someone home, maybe just this once you'll play into this little game.
"For starters, are you single?"
"Straight to the point I see, yes I am single." you smiled at his bold question.
"I had to get that one out of the way, now I can get to really know you." his hand grazed your thigh, thumb brushing over the exposed skin.
The act sent a shiver down your spine, it was small, but you hadn't been touched in months. 7 months. Not that you were counting.
The conversation seemed to flow from there, he was funny and charming, exactly what you needed to pass the time. Every now and then you'd grab his arm when you laughed at a stupid joke he made.
Even after all the talking the two of you did, the crowd didn't seem the die down; and you certainly didn't want to be seen by the paparazzi walking out with him. The stories would go crazy and you didn't know him enough to want people assuming anything.
He leaned over to whisper in your ear, hand slowly caressing your waist. "What do you say we go back to my hotel and have some fun."
You giggled, putting your hand on his chest to create some distance.
"You're a funny man, the paparazzi would catch us walking out together, and going in the same car together." You explained, hand still pressed to his chest.
"Oh? You don't wanna be seen with me hm?" His tone was playful, his head tilting as he looked at you
"It's not that, I'm just very cautious about who I let them see me with, the stories that people make are insane."
"So? I'd love for people to assume I'm with such a beautiful woman."
"Don't tease me just to leave me baby, can't do me like that."
You thought about it for a second, you hadn't heard anything negative about him, to be fair you hadn't really heard about him in general. Plus, you did need a distraction, and something to make you feel good besides your toys.
But, you didn't know him well at all. He could just be using you to get more recognition, wouldn't be the first time. He could just be trying to get you pregnant, also wouldn't be the first time.
"How about this, I'll give you my number and we can get to know each other more, then we can talk about doing anything crazy."
He scoffed, his face shifting into something sour. As if what you were asking was unbelievable.
"I just talked with you for what? An hour straight? I think that's more than enough getting to know each other." His tone was aggressive, nothing like the smooth, low voice he had hooked you with.
"I swear, this is all you bitches do nowadays, just tease and tease."
Your eyebrows raised and your mouth opened. You were actually too stunned to speak. The way his demeanor had changed in a matter of seconds was appalling.
"Excuse m-"
"Y/n." you heard a voice from behind you, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence.
A very familiar voice.
You felt yourself growing ill at the weight that his voice held. You had completely forgotten about the man in front of you, squeezing your eyes shut. You thought that once you had opened your eyes, you'd be back in your bed, done with this weird dream. You were disappointed when you opened your eyes to see that you were in fact, not dreaming.
You turned your head, a dreadful feeling washed over you as you met his eyes. His pretty, pretty eyes. Those same eyes you fell in love with. You looked away like you'd been burned, focusing on anything else.
"Can we talk." he spoke low, only loud enough for you to hear.
"I think you can clearly see that me and her are having a conversation." Daniel said, like he was trying to assert dominance.
Jude’s eyes snapped to Daniel’s, a simple action that meant a thousand words, enough to shut him up. Then his focus was back on you, waiting impatiently for your answer.
"Jude, I don't think-"
"Please." he pleaded.
Jude Bellingham was never nonchalant with his emotions, he was an expressive person; almost animated. But this, this was different. This was a raw, earnest plea.
You wanted to say no, to remind him—and yourself—that it had been a long time since you'd broken up, and you were beyond talking. However, something inside you couldn't do it. Because you knew that you still loved him, and you knew that you wanted to fix things. You had forced yourself to believe that Jude was only going to be a distant memory, and you buried your longing for him deep down inside you, slowly covering it with the idea that you were done with him for good.
The look in his eye was telling, you felt your restraint slipping from your grasp.
You only nodded, feeling like your words would betray you the moment you opened your mouth.
You stood up, following Jude to wherever he was taking you. He lead you to a secluded room down a dimly lit hallway. The silence was suffocating; the air filled with thick, unmoving tension.
What made everything worse about the break up was that you still loved him, and you didn't know how not to love him. So instead of being a professional adult, you avoided him. Every interview you had that included him you respectfully denied, every event that you knew he would be at you denied, every question about your relationship you circumvented. Because you simply couldn't coexist with him normally without subconsciously showing your love for him. Maybe that's why the situation was so awkward now.
Jude turned to finally face you, breathing uneven. "What were you doing with him?"
The question took you aback. There was no way he was serious. There was no way that was the first thing he asked you after 7 months of no contact.
"That's not any of your business Jude, last time I checked we aren't together anymore." Your words hit him like a truck, like the very mention of it hurt him.
"You don't have to remind me, but you can't just sit there and flirt with another man in front of me."
"And why cant I? You let that woman touch you." you said.
He almost rolled his eyes.
“Or did you forget that?”
"I've tried to explain what happened several times, you won't let me speak y/n," he ran his hand over his face, his accent thickening with each word.
"So speak, go ahead, I'm fully giving you the floor." you crossed your arms.
He pressed his lips together, as if he was mentally preparing himself.
"I shouldn't have allowed that to go on for as long as it did, by the time I had realized what she was doing it was already too late and she was already leaving. Truthfully, I didn't even feel her on me, everyone was talking to me all at once and I was too busy trying to answer and listen to pay any attention to her.”
His breathing was shaky, but he didn’t hesitate. It was as if he knew exactly what he wanted to say, like he was waiting for this moment.
“I should have been more careful, more aware, knowing how people like to make up stories and twist the context of everything they see and for that I apologize."
Another uncomfortable silence filled the room. You didn't know what to say, torn. You wanted to forgive him but after months of childish avoidance you felt like you no longer had the key to his heart. And he felt the same way. Every time he went to an event and didn't see you, his heart sank a little more thinking that you were actually done with him, for good; and he couldn't bring himself to accept it.
Dating a famous person was never easy, there was always someone touching him or saying something about how attractive he is, and you had ignored every single attempt to break you two apart; but this one wasn't like the rest.
This was someone you knew, someone who you had spoken with on several different occasions, caressing your mans bare chest. Then another photo of her staring up at him with those eyes a woman only gives a man in the bedroom, her hands wrapped around his bicep. He had been looking in a completely different direction, a concentrated look on his face, his hands making some gesture.
That should have told you everything you needed to know, but for some reason you couldn't believe him no matter how many times he had tried to explain. Maybe it was the way he fumbled over his words like he was nervous. Or the way he almost instantly knew what you were upset about before you even told him. But maybe that was all because he knew how it looked.
"Seeing that man with his hands all over your body made me so fucking angry, more than you'd know." his dark eyes bored into yours.
"You don't get to be jealous." you muttered.
"But I am."
"We aren't together."
"I know."
“I wasn't going to go home with him."
"I know."
"You know?"
"I would've made sure of it."
You almost laughed, for the first time since he walked up to you. He looked at you, really looked at you. A soft chuckle escaping his lips.
"I missed you."
"Jude..." you whispered, barely audible.
He hummed in response, eyes scanning over every inch of your body.
"I really didn't like how that man was touching you.." he mumbled.
"So you've said." your breathing was shaky as he inched closer and closer, till you could feel his warmth against you; familiar and intoxicating in the way that made your head spin.
You could tell where things were headed, you should have told him not here, but some part of you wanted this to happen.
His hands hesitated at your waist, almost scared to touch you. He looked at you willingly. "Can I?"
You nodded, but Jude needed verbal consent, you knew that well.
"Yes."
That was all it took for his restraint to snap.
His lips slammed onto yours, he swallowed your surprised whimper, his large hands roaming your body. The kiss was lewd, lacking any rhythm. Months of unsaid words and silent desire. He walked you back onto a table in the middle of the room, sitting you down the edge of it, lips never parting.
Your dress had bunched up at your waist, revealing your soaking wet panties, the ones he loved to see you in. An almost animalistic growl erupted from his throat as he looked at you. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips so he could wiggle them off of you.
He spread your legs, putting both feet on the table; you were on full display for him. He looked at your glistening cunt like a man in heat, mouth agape.
"Fuck, I missed seeing this beautiful pussy." he spoke low, more to himself than to you.
He ran two fingers down your wet cunt, your slick coating his fingers almost instantly. The sight was obscene, anyone who walked in would see what was happening clear as day, and that somehow turned you on even more.
He slid two thick digits inside of you without warning.
"Fuck, Jude." you gasped, grabbing his wrist.
He grinned as he watched himself work. He knew your body better than anyone, hitting all the right spots, the spots that you couldn't reach yourself. Your pussy was squelching around his fingers with each thrust. His other hand flew to your mouth to muffled your whimpers and moans.
"Gotta be quiet baby, don't want anyone hearing do you?"
You shook your head, eyes rolling back as his thumb rubbed circles on your sensitive clit.
You felt your orgasm building up fast, legs beginning to shake from the intense sensation. You hadn't had an orgasm by the hands of a man in months, and god did Jude know how to do it.
"You gonna cum for me hm?"
"Y-Yes, fuck, yes" you moaned, loud enough for someone nearby to hear.
Your orgasm washed over you. You bit your lip and swallowed each moan that threatened to escape your throat. His fingers slowed as you came down from your euphoria.
"Such a good girl, did so well for me darling." his tone was soft, with a lustful edge.
He helped you off the table, wiping your juices with your underwear before slipping them into his pocket.
"You're a perv" you giggled.
"For you, I am."
"You're coming back with me, I'm not done with you yet pretty girl" he winked, a subtle smirk growing on his face.
And fuck, he wasn't joking.
You were now in his suite, legs spread wide on the bed, completely naked. The room smelled of freshly lit pumpkin spice candles and something unmistakably him. He looked over your body hungrily, like a starved man finally being fed. His fingers danced across your burning skin, waves of electricity surging through your nerves.
He sucked in a breath as he scanned you.
"I want you to touch yourself for me." he whispered.
"W-What?" you were confused at the request, he'd never asked you to do something like that before. You were all for trying new things though, never backing down from something that could potentially spice up your sex life.
"Go on." he leaned back, sitting on the opposite end of the bed.
He watched you intently as you hesitantly led your shaking hand to your pussy. You were aching at this point, throbbing under the intensity of his gaze. He pumped his cock at the speed of your fingers, his chest heaving.
He hummed in satisfaction as your whimpers grew louder. You writhed on the bed, frustrated. You couldn't get yourself off like this, the both of you knew that. Your fingers were no match for your extreme arousal, you needed reinforcements. He chucked to himself, hands still wrapped around his embarrassingly hard cock. Sappy precum leaked down his shaft, his tip glistening with that delicious slick of his.
"Can't get off like that can you darling?"
"I can't." You whined, still desperately trying to make yourself cum.
"Please help me Jude, p-please, need you bad."
"Aw, poor girl." he coo'd, moving his body in between your legs. "I didn't even have to tell you to beg."
He lined himself up with your hole, his head nudged at your entrance before fully sliding himself in. You gasped, biting down hard on your bottom lip.
"Fuuck, missed this pussy so much." he groaned, bottoming out.
He gawked at the way your pussy pulled him in, his cock fit perfectly inside of you, like you were made for each other.
His thrusts were relentless, pounding you into the mattress. The tip of his cock hit your g-spot over and over again, leaving you a sloppy, drooling mess. Broken, needy whimpers left your lips. The room was hot and muggy, the stench of sex filling every corner. His moans and praises bounced off the walls, settling deep in your core. His thumb found your clit in between your sweaty bodies, rubbing messy circles on the bud of nerves.
"Who's, god, making you feel good?"
You tried to answer but he was fucking you dumb. Words were not in your favor at the moment.
"Gonna need an answer sweetheart, I'll stop if I don't get one" he muttered.
"Fuck, y-you, ngh, you Jude." you could barely finish your sentence. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your second orgasm build up.
"Only me, don't you forget it."
Everything was so intense you felt like you were going to explode. His constant praise, the lascivious words that left his lips, the way he was fucking you. He was clouding your senses in the best way possible.
"Gonna cum." you clawed at his chest, your body shaking.
"Mhm, cum all over my cock."
That was all he needed to say. His name tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over your overstimulated body.
"m' gonna cum baby, fuck fuck fuck." he moaned as he spurted thick, hot ropes inside your pussy. His cock throbbed weakly inside of you as he came down from his climax.
He slowly pulled out, resting his forehead on your chest as you both caught your breathes. Sweat clung to your skin like sticky adhesive.
He lifted his head to meet your eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face.
"I missed you so much." he smiled.
"I missed you more." you said, still panting.
"So, does this mean we're finally back together?" he moved to your side, arms wrapping around your limp body, pulling you in.
"What do you think Jude." you muttered into his chest.
"I think I've got my woman back."
A/N ~ this actually took me long asl because I’m lazy. I hope whoever sees this likes it tho xoxoxoxo
Fear me #2
Pairings ~ Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary ~ You thought you had a good thing going after the incident. You spent a year and a half fixing your mistake, trying to make it better, trying to change. You even became an Avenger, fighting to help people instead of hurt. You believed people finally viewed you as more than just a threat; you soon come to realize that you were wrong.
Warnings/tags ~ 18+ MDNI, smut, sexual content, a little bit of angst, eventual fluff, fingering, oral sex ( both f! receiving ), rough sex, p in v, unprotected, Steve doesn't pull out, squirting, dry humping, small mention of blood, slight jealous Steve, mentions of guilt, vulnerable reader in more ways than one, hurt with comfort, established relationship at the end.
Word count ~ 5,056
A/N ~ SO this is my first time writing smut guys, if you can't tell after you read it then feel free to praise papa for her skills. It took me more 3 days to finish this because i'm lazy and I only write at 2 am-4 am call me crazy if you want. Again if this feels like 2020-2022 wattpad then that's because I'm mentally still there. I just seen the announcement for Avengers: Secret Wars, just y'all wait....
It had been nearly 5 months since you walked out that door. You had went to stay with your parents in a cozy, almost secluded, house surrounded by acres of field. You're parents were almost never home, either out with family, or having a week long vacation where they recklessly ran through their retirement money. That being said, you were mostly home alone.
Your phone was long forgotten after your first month, sitting somewhere in the house collecting dust.
The sun was shining beautifully, rays of sunlight painted your living room with that familiar artistry that only nature seems to carry. It was warm, but not too hot. The wind still blew occasionally, the trees swaying lightly. You were sitting on the bay window, watching. Fully engulfed in a comfort you hadn't felt since that night. The world seemingly never rested; somewhere in the distance a deer would eat, or a bird would fly up into the sky.
You thought back on that night, which is what you did a lot when you sat in silence like this. A pain began to simmer in your chest as you went through every single moment, as if you were still there, stuck.
The way Steve looked at you, the way Natasha reached for her gun, the way no one understood you.
The worst part was that you still missed Steve. Even after all that happened. You knew you shouldn't but it was hard not to when all you could do was think nowadays.
You'd think about the way he'd always remember the little things, like how you liked your coffee even though you'd only ever told him once, like how you squint your eyes when you're deep in thought, like how you kept yourself awake at night until the clock hit 10:30. You'd think about the way his lips would linger a moment too long when he'd kiss your forehead. You'd think about the way he'd never fail to call you beautiful, every single time he saw you.
Steve had called nearly everyday after what went down, he'd send you several text messages a day. You never read his texts. You'd let the phone ring until it went to voicemail, watching his contact pop up on your black screen before disappearing again. Natasha had attempted to reach out, as well as a few other Avengers. But none of them heard back.
You had turned off your phone and ditched it, not looking back.
You tried to get your mind off of everything. Filling up your time with baking, cleaning, cooking, and going on a 30 minute drive back to where all the stores were.
Recently, you started to see a new guy, named Preston. You had met him less than two month ago, when he came to your doorstep with a store bought apple pie. You hated apple pie.
He introduced himself and said he lived just a couple acres away; then showed up later that night with a slightly burnt Casserole. Although it may not have been clear to others what his intentions were, it was clear to you. But he was all you had to keep your thoughts at bay, so you kept him around.
Just as you were getting lost in your own thoughts, listening to the sound of the wind and the birds, you heard a knock at your door. You knew who it was, being as though there were only three other houses out here, two of which you weren't even sure still had people living in them. You stood up with a stretch, walking towards the persistent knocking sound,
Your purple satin robe loosely covered your body, fabric clinging to your warm skin, highlighting your curves. With each step, more skin showed, revealing your bare stomach and lace covered chest. You opened the door, Preston standing awkwardly behind it. His eyes immediately went to your chest, not even bothering to hide it.
He stopped bringing stuff after the first week, having already accomplished what he initially came to do. Now he just stood there twiddling his thumbs.
"Oh baby~" He said, attempting to sound seductive but embarrassingly failing.
"Your tits look fucking perfect right now."
You grabbed the collar of his shirt, bunching it up in your fist before dragging him inside. You slammed the door shut as he made his way to the living room like routine.
When you got to the couch, he was already sat down, his shirt lifting up to reveal his untamed hairy stomach. You straddled him, his body felt small beneath yours. Not like Steve's.
You squeezed your eye shut, pushing the thought to the back of your head as you kissed him. You liked to make things quick; because the longer you went, the more your mind started to wander. Your lips moved sloppily against his, enough to feel it, but not enough to savor it. You pulled back, a string of saliva following behind. His hands were on your ass, fondling you like they belonged there. When they didn't.
He was out of breathe as you suckled on his neck, your spit coated it in a shiny, wet slick as your lips worked. He was whispering dirty talk into your ear, but you barely heard it. You were thinking about Steve. Imagining his large hands roaming your body, claiming every inch of you. Imagining his strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he fucked up into you; leaving you a stuttering, drooling mess.
Preston had started unbuckling his jeans, impatiently fumbling with his belt. You watched him with ick, although not present on your face. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but you felt he looked ridiculous. Usually, a man desperate was something you found attractive, but Preston just made it look pathetic. Especially, since you knew he was going to cum before you and leave you without an orgasm.
A loud knock snapped you away from your thoughts.
You have no clue who that could be.
Your parents still had another 3 days left of their trip, and Preston was right underneath of you.
You slowly stood, confused and cautious. You subconsciously fixed your robe, making yourself look more presentable and less like you were just about to get fucked. Barely get fucked.
You opened the door, expecting a neighbor, or your parents to be there, back early from their vacation.
You froze. It seemed like time had slowed to a stop as your brain registered the man in front of you.
There he was.
Steve fucking rogers was standing in front of you.
Your heartbeat was gone, replaced by a sharp, agonizing pain throbbing angrily in your chest. There was a heavy silence between the both of you. Neither of you dared to say a word.
Steve looked like he hadn't slept, his face looked drained of color and his once beautiful blue eyes were now murky, clouded with what looked to be sadness. His chest was heaving, just like it had been that night.
He was the first to break the silence. "Y/n.."
Preston appeared next to you "What's taking you so-" a fangirlish gasp escaping his lips. He was practically swooning as he look at Steve.
Holy ew.
"You're Captain America, like the Captain America," he squealed, "I'm a huge fan man, can I get a picture?"
Steve glared at him; if looks could fucking kill.
"Preston, I think you should go back in the living room, I'll uh- I'll meet you in there"
"No." Steve rumbled.
"I think you should go home."
His voice was hoarse, different from the raspiness that came after he'd been screaming from a mission, it sounded like he had been sobbing.
Preston maladroitly moved around Steve. Squealing out a few clustered words as he left.
Once he was gone, Steve's eyes found yours. Filled with the same sadness as before.
You stood there, not bothering to speak. You couldn't help but admire him, even in such a state. But, the more you looked at him, the more memories of that night flooded your head.
"Can I come in?" he muttered, his voice sounded broken, unlike the usual confidence he carried himself with.
You hesitated before giving a small nod, so small it barely even registered as a nod.
He slowly walked in, making his way to the living room.
You joined him on the couch just moment after he sat down, reluctant. You sat apart, like an invisible brick wall had been built in between the two of you. You weren't sure if you wanted to tear it down, or build it higher.
The tension was thick, thick enough for a knife to slice clean through.
"I'm not here to make any excuses, I know what I did was wrong" He said, finally.
"I should have never acted like that knowing how hard you've been working to show everyone you've changed," his voice wavered, "I know that you're biggest fear is for people to be afraid of you,"
He shifted his body to face towards mine.
"I can assure you that I was not scared of you, in that moment, I was scared for you."
"I see how much you've changed, but those people..."
"Those people don't know the first thing about you, Y/n."
"I was scared that, if you had reacted any sort of way besides calm, it'd get blown out of proportion," he explained, never breaking eye contact, "People are looking for a reason to lock you away, and I didn't want to give them that."
"Regardless, I should have been by your side and stuck up for you."
Steve let out a breath, like he hadn't been able to breathe since that night. He scanned over your face, looking for a sign that you understood his sign, looking for a sign that you'd forgiven him.
"Say something sweetheart, please" he pleaded, a look of distress imprinted on his expression.
You weren't sure what to say, where to start. Your mind was a wreck, thousands of thoughts crashing into each other, caught in a hurricane.
"I.." you began.
"I was so hurt after that night Steve, I couldn't even look in the mirror." you admitted.
"All I saw was a monster looking back at me, the same monster I tried so hard to convince myself that I wasn't. You were the one person that I believed would never be like them, I would cry to you for hours about how horrible I felt, about how much I wished everyone could see the change in me. When I saw you standing with the same people that were against me, it felt like my heart had been ripped out and stomped on by the man I love."
Tears poured from your eyes faster than you could wipe away, a salty taste on your tongue as you spoke. You sniffled in between sentences, trying your hardest not to break down in front of him, you wanted to seem strong even if you didn't feel it.
"Every single day since then, that night replayed in my dreams, like a broken record."
You couldn't say any more. Your throat was tightening with each second that passed, words became harder and harder to get out. You leaned back against the couch, throwing your head back and closing ur eyes to try and regain what little composure you had left. You swallowed each sob that threatened to spill from your mouth.
Steve's hand ghosted your waist, testing the waters. Once he saw no sign of rejection he wasted no time dragging your body to his. His arm wrapped around your torso, his free hand rubbed the back of your head soothingly.
He apologized repeatedly in your ear, his hold on you tightening. His warmth engulfed you, lulling you as you hugged him back. You tried to stay upset with him, tried to resist the feeling that bubbled in your chest, but each word he said and each loving touch felt like a bandage to your wounded heart. It felt like he was trying to heal the both of you from the damage that had been done.
"I love you so much, Y/n"
The words rolled off his tongue easily, but the weight of it pressed against your chest.
You pulled back, just enough to look him. Your eyes met his and he looked at you with a look you hadn't seen in a long time.
"I love you too." You muttered, never looking away. You wanted him to feel it.
"Hurting you felt worse than any physical pain I have ever endured, I don't think I could I ever live with myself if I hadn't apologized, even if you had kicked my ass and said you never wanted to see me again, I'd feel better knowing that you knew how sorry I was," He whispered.
"You're my best girl, Y/n."
Best girl.
He had only said that name once before. You had went over his house one night and ended up on the verge of sleep on his couch watching movies; he thought you were asleep, so he carefully picked you up and brought you to his room, he held you like you were something precious, fragile. Once he laid you down underneath of his blanket, he kissed you softly on the cheek, parting just enough to look at your face.
"I love you, you're my best girl, my only girl" he whispered, thinking you couldn't hear him.
But you heard him.
And you never forgot how it made you feel.
His eyes traveled down to your lips, then flickered back up to look at you
"Can I..."
He cleared his throat.
"May I kiss you?" he swallowed, you could tell that he was bracing himself for a hard no and a harsh slap to the face.
You couldn't form words, not at a time like this, so you showed him your answer the only way you saw fit.
Your lips were on his before your mind could register. It didn't take long before he realized what just happened.He kissed you back slowly, his hands caressed your back and curves, his finger tips skimmed across your soft, warm skin. It was slow- as if he was scared that one wrong move and you'd be gone.
Again.
While you appreciated his courtesy, you needed more. You needed to feel every inch of Steve against you, from his radiating heat burning your skin, to his large hands gripping your body. You wanted to feel how bad he wanted you.
You kissed him harder, grabbing his hand and placing it on your ass and giving it a squeeze, hoping he'd catch a hint.
"Are you sure this is alright? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable at all-"
You shushed him with your lips; you wanted so badly for him to lose control.
He kissed you rough with intensity that made your head spin, like it was his first kiss since he was out the ice. It wasn't a fast paced, meaningless kiss. Not like the kisses you shared with Preston. No, it was deep and intimate, like he wanted to memorize your taste.
One hand squeezed your waist as the other pulled lightly at your hair, tilting your head back. He kissed you impossibly deeper, savoring every inch of your mouth. His grip on your waist was so tight you were sure it would leave a mark the next morning. You hoped it would, but you'd never tell Steve that.
You pulled away to catch your breath and he chased after your lips. You placed your hand firmly on his chest.
"Take it easy big guy." You giggled.
"I could do this all day." he smiled, his breathing heavy.
You playfully roll your eyes. "I'm sure you can, super soldier."
He glanced down at your robe, fiddling with the belt. You instantly understood where he was getting at.
You stood up, placing a hand on your hip as you looked down at the man in front of you.
And my god was he a man.
His usually kept hair was messy, yet he looked even more perfect, as if it were possible. Sweat glistened off his bare arms, muscles prominent and veins bulging. He looked at you with a look that was nothing short of adoration, making your knees go weak.
What can you say, you're a sucker for horny Steve.
"If you think I'm having sex with you on my couch, you're wrong"
You signaled him to follow you as you walked away, towards the stairs.
He traveled close behind you, trying to seem like he wasn't desperate, when you knew he was.
When you arrived in your room, you shut the door, motioning for him to sit down on the bed. His puffy lips curled into an amused smirk, eyebrows raising.
"Take those off." you ordered, lazily pointing at his shirt and pants.
As he worked on his, you slid your robe off, revealing a black, lacy Victoria Secret set.
The underwear hugged your curves like second skin, and the bra was slightly see through, leaving little to the imagination. Steve had completely forgotten about the task at hand, his jaw slack as he admired your body. He gently grabbed your hips, bringing you close to him, between his spread legs.
"Gorgeous girl." He muttered, mostly to himself, as his eyes scanned over you, from head to toe.
You straddled his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you positioned yourself over his growing problem. His hands instantly found their way to your waist, it seemed like they fit so perfectly onto you. You groaned at the thought, he's fucking perfect for you. You kissed him. A desperate need to feel him—all of him— washed over you, worse than before. You couldn't help it. Not when Steve Grant Rogers is looking at you like you were the most divine woman he's ever laid his eyes on.
You moaned against his lips, subconsciously grinding down on him. He hissed at the contact, fingernails digging into your sides. That was fuel to the ever growing fire. You were bolder now, grinding down harder just to see how he'd react.
A whimper spilled from his lip before he could swallow the sound.
Fuck.
You continued to rock back and forth on his cock, the wet spot that soaked through your panties was now practically a puddle, slightly wetting the fabric of his blue jeans.
He stopped your hips, earning a sound of protest from you.
"I'm sorry baby, I just-"
"I gotta taste you..."
And with that, he stood up, easily taking you with him. Your legs instinctively wrapping around his torso.
He placed you at the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. He looked like a predator hunting it’s prey, in the sexiest of ways.
He tugged at your underwear.
"Is this alright, doll?" he asked, his voice breathy.
You nodded, face hot from the realization of how vulnerable you were.
"Words baby, use your words for me."
"Y-Yes, 's alright." fumbling over your words. You were already hot and bothered, but seeing him between you like this was unreal.
He pulled down your underwear before settling between your legs, placing them over his broad shoulders.
His gaze settled on your heat, his once blue eyes were now enveloped in black, pupils blown wide. You wiggled under the weight of his stare but he pinned you down by your waist, shooting you a glare as your one and only warning.
"Look how wet she is for me, gonna get you nice and ready for me sweetheart." his voice was raspy, tone laced with an undertone of absolute lust.
He placed slow kissed to your clit, breathing in with a long inhale and breathing out with an even longer exhale. His mouth attached to you, and you gasped at the contact.
He hummed against your pussy, eyes low as he feasted on you.
His tongue glided across the little bundle of nerves, spelling letters as he worked.
S
T
E
V
E
By the last letter you were a whimpering mess, you hadn't had someone eat you out like this, ever. He ate you out like he was a ravenous wild animal, like you were the only one that could satiate his hunger. Yet somehow, he still managed to maintain precision, enough for you to still feel good, but also enough for him to get his fill.
He couldn’t get enough of how good you tasted.
You tugged at his hair, trying to find anything to ground yourself.
You felt two fingers slide in you, his tongue continued to flick mercilessly on your clit; his long fingers brushed up against something deep inside of you, a spot you had never been able to reach before, not even with the help of other men.
You spit out curses, words meshing together. "F-Fuck, S-Steve" you chanted his name. You couldn't speak properly, stuttering and fumbling.
"Mhm, doing so good for me, such a good girl" he coo'd against your pussy.
Your orgasm was building up fast, you knew he could tell by the way he smirked up at you. Tears formed in your eyes, your legs subtly shaking.
"Baby, 'm gonna, fuck-, 'm gonna cum." you could barely get your words out.
"You can cum for me doll, cum all over my fucking face." his dirty command sent you over the edge. Your thighs clamped around his head as your orgasm hit. Shocks pulsed through your veins, your skin felt like it was on fire from the intensity.
You were practically hyperventilating, slightly twitched as you were still very sensitive.
He looked up at you, starstruck.
He slid his fingers out of you, sucking on the extremity, his eyes stayed glued on yours.
"'m gonna need you to do that on me." He crawled on top of you, kissing you tenderly.
You whined. If you could cum like that just from his fingers, you weren't sure how you would feel with his dick inside of you.
He repositioned your body, you were still on your back, but you head was in front of the headboard, legs spread wide for him. If you weren't so horny this position would have made you embarrassed, but you were still in a daze from your previous orgasm, so embarrassment was the last thing to cross your mind.
Steve unbuckled his jeans, bringing his boxers down with them. His cock sprung loose, slapping his stomach, sounding too heavy.
Your eyes went wide.
No fucking way that's gonna fit.
That serum was going to be the death of you.
It throbbed angrily as you stared; a glistening streak of precum ran down his shaft. His lips curled into a devilish grin. It should be illegal to have a penis that fucking big.
"I promise you, it'll fit" he reassured.
It was nothing but words as you did the measurements in your barely working brain. At least attempted to do the measurements. You were slightly worried and slightly excited but equal parts scared. The biggest you've ever had was your 6.5 inch glittery purple dildo—the one you got yourself after a year with no sex—and this...
This definitely took the cake.
You could feel your heart beating, if it wasn't for your ribcage, it'd probably be 10 miles away from your body.
He stationed himself, sliding it up and down between your glossy folds. His pink tip nudged at your entrance, stopping just below his cock head.
"You ready sweetheart?" he smiled, looking at you.
"Fuck, j-just put it in." You huffed.
He laughed at the demand.
"If you say so."
He stationed himself, slowly inserting his length inside you, stretching your pussy in the best way possible. Your walls fluttered as he continued to spread your hole. You weren't even halfway in and you were already close to tapping out. How embarrassing.
He purred. "Aww, is it too much already?"
"N-No, c-can take it" you lied through your teeth, but Steve's comment seemed like a challenge, and you were already determined to show him just how much you could take.
Steve bottomed out, staying completely still, letting you get used to the feeling.
You knew the serum enhanced everything, but you didn't expect it to enhance everything. You were panting and he hadn't even moved yet.
"Y-You c-can m-move"
He hummed at your words.
His thrusts were slow at first, controlled, trying his best not to hurt you. But you could see his self control cracking with each slutty whine that escaped your throat. He was watching you, eyes flickering from your pussy—wrapped tightly around his large cock—to your face.
You looked oh so beautiful like this. Face twisting in a mixture of pain and pleasure, tears rolling down the side of your face, biting hard at your bottom lip. He wanted to badly to watch you break, to see you cry and beg him as he abused your perfect little pussy. He wanted to make you feel so good, so much better than that puny man he had seen you with earlier. That thought angered him, jealousy rippled through his body at the thought of another guy touching his lady. He could smell the subtle arousal on you then, but it was so much stronger now, intoxicating and powerful.
"I can't, I'm sorry love, I just can't" his tone was apologetic, but both of you knew he wasn't sorry for what he was about to do.
He grabbed both thighs, pushing them up to your tits. Putting you in an insane mating press.
He didn't waste a single second, thrusting into you with an ungodly speed. Slamming his painfully hard, aching cock deep inside of your squelching heat. The room sounded like pure sin, loud plapping noises echoed, bouncing off the walls like rubber.
An animalistic whimper ripped from his throat as he felt you squeeze around him. A sound you had never in a million year thought a man could make. But Steve was so pussy drunk you weren't sure he even knew he could make a sound like that.
"S' good, you feel perfect" he whimpered, throwing his head back
You were seeing stars, you could feel him everywhere; all over your body, flooding your senses, reducing you to whimpering mush. Drool spilled from the side of your mouth, your teeth drew blood as you bit hard into your lip. The sensation was too much; Steves thrusts were unforgiving. The bed creaked and groaned under the weight of the both of you, and the roughness of his movements.
"Missed you so much, thought I was going crazy without you."
He was deeper than you believed possible, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You couldn't even moan properly, all you could do was make pathetic noises and occasionally try to say words. Your thoughts had vanished long ago, your mind was a clouded up, useless muscle.
"Eyes on me, keep looking at me or I'll stop. Y' don't want me to stop do you?"
You forced yourself to look at him, even though your body was weak.
"Fu- s-ste-eve"
He was fucking you senseless, literally. Americas Golden Boy, the one that everyone swooned over, the one that everyone respected, had his cock buried deep inside of you. You were sure that you were one stroke away from a bruised cervix.
"You got it sweet girl, I know you can take it, doing so good" he continued to praise you as he fucked you.
The man above you heaved, sweat dripping down his abs. The room was rapidly heating up, filled with moans and the intense smell of what could only be described as hot sex. Your body burned, small shocks of electricity surged through your nerves.
You could feel your second orgasm building up, but this time, it felt different. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but you had the strong urge to pee.
"Th-ink 'm gonna cum b-baby" you managed to get out your sentence even with him pounding you into the mattress.
"I can feel you, you're squeezing me so tight," he groaned at the feel of your obscenely wet pussy.
"C-Cum-shiiit-cum again for me, god you look so pretty."
You unraveled within seconds, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity. A white-hot feeling washed over you likes waves of pleasure. You gushed around Steve's cock, body shaking; you scratched at his back and gripped the sheets to anchor yourself.
Steve came not long after, you felt his cock throbbing inside of you with each spurt of hot cum. He filled you up impossibly more, a guttural moan erupted from his throat.
He didn't dare move, still inside of you. You opened your eyes, still not fully recovered.
"Y/n, you just-" he huffed, chest rising and falling as a rapid pace.
You looked down, his entire torso was covered in your juices, it dripped down his abs down onto the sheets below you.
He smiled as you sheepishly hid your sweaty face in your palm.
"Don't hide your pretty face from me" a soft grin tugged at his lips.
Steve had cleaned the both of you up, changing the sheets, while your body recovered. The Steve that had you in a mating press just minutes ago was gone, now stood the soft, loving, gentle Steve Rogers; the man that you fell in love with. Though, you didn't mind his other side.
Steve had you wrapped tightly in his embrace, practically fusing your body to his. He soothingly ran his hands up and down your arm; while sweet words fell from his lips.
"I hope you know you're coming back with me, the other Avengers felt horrible about the whole situation, they wanted to apologize." He whispered in your ear, breath fanning over it.
"As they should, I hope you know that I'm now your girlfriend." The word tasted unfamiliar on your tongue, sweet, nonetheless.
He chucked low, squeezing you tighter for just a second. "You've always been my lady."
Now, a new kind of warmth clung to your skin. Not the burning heat you felt when Steve was fucking you. Not the searing heat you felt after what happened. Not the usual warmth that radiated off of Steve whenever you sat too close. It was a comforting warmth, one that shielded you not just from the cold, but from everything that came with it and more.
A/N ~ What are we thinking guys let me know, again don’t judge me this is my first time writing smut so we’re taking baby steps. Massive massive baby steps
Fear me
Pairings ~ Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary - You thought you had a good thing going after the incident. You spent a year and a half fixing your mistake, trying to make it better, trying to change. You even became an Avenger, fighting to help people instead of hurt. You believed people finally viewed you as more than just a threat; you soon come to realize that you were wrong.
Warnings/Tags ~ Angst, mentions of killing, mentions of guns, guilt, reader and Steve are "friends" in this but reader wants more, hurt with no present comfort, not so happy ending, light fluff in the beginning and middle, reader gets emotional, mentions of vulnerability, mild flirting, jealous reader at one point.
Word count ~ 2,292
A/N ~ Can the avengers fandom rise once more, I’m sick of this actually I need more fanfics. I’m a little rusty it’s been so long since I wrote anything besides an essay. Mama rusty. I didn’t know what else to put for warnings either. If this feels like 2020-2022 wattpad, it’s because im mentally still there
The Avengers compound was as lively as it had been in the last month. These past few weeks have been nothing but rain and cloudy skies. In your opinion it was the best kind of weather. But when you're an Avenger, having to dodge fists and weapons in the pouring rain was a bit of a problem. The sun was shining through the windows of the building, rays of warmth soaking into your skin as you walked past it.
This was the definition of a "beautiful" day. There was not a cloud in sight; the sky was painted a mesmerizing baby blue. If you really listened, you could hear the melodic sound of birds chirping. Not only was the weather picture perfect, there was no talk of any missions.
All you wanted to do was sit and relax outside, letting the sun hit your skin after a month of it taking a vacation. You had ordered everyone to leave you alone the moment you saw saw light peeking through your curtains instead of a greyish tint.
However, some people didn't get the memo.
Because the moment you locked eyes with Tony, he started walking over to you. You tried to turn around and walk the other way, practically jogging away from him. To no avail.
He caught up to you, forcing you to slow down.
"Now isn't the weather today just amazing." he spoke, a grin on his face.
You groaned in response. A dull throb bloomed in the back of your brain as annoyance washed over you.
"I think it's the perfect day to host an event, don't you think?"
"Tony, it's currently 10 am, and you're bringing up the idea of a party?" I asked
"An event," he corrected, "and I'm going to make it mandatory for everyone on the compound so they have to come"
His smile was so wide it almost seemed wicked. How Tony managed to mess up the one day you had to relax, you don't know, but what you do know is, you have to find an outfit.
Steve mosied his way past us, quickly catching the attention of Tony.
Tony beamed as he saw him. "Cap, great timing, walk with us."
You rolled your eyes as hard as you physically could. Your lips curled into a subtle smile as Steve came to a halt.
"No, I'm not attending your party." He said, his tone sounded serious but his smile betrayed him.
"Well Cap, it's mandatory, get fired or get dressed." Tony smirked.
"7 pm, sharp, tell the others."
Steve walked away with a playful roll of his eyes, you knew he wasn't going to tell a soul and Tony did too.
"Don't think I didn't catch that little smile you tried to hide Y/n, I see everything," he coo'd, like a teenager when they see their friend walking with a crush.
You picked up your pace to get away from Tony, throwing him a middle finger over your shoulder.
You had grown quite close to Steve throughout the last year. When you first got introduced to the Avengers, you weren't sure he wanted anything to do with you, after what you did.
Accident or not.
But, despite that fact, you two grew closer. He was almost like your best friend. You spoke to him about almost everything, and he spoke to you about almost everything. To people who didn't know you, it seemed like the cutest friendship. To people like Tony, it was obvious that you were head over heels for him.
You don't know exactly when the feelings blossomed into something more than a simple platonic relationship. You always found him attractive, there was no doubt about it. The moment you laid eyes on him drool practically spilled out your mouth in gallons. He was in his suit, the fabric clinging to his muscles like a second skin. But it was never anything more than physical attraction.
Until one day, you realized, with the help of Tony of course, that you had started acting different. Your gaze lingered on him longer that a friends should, your touch had a little extra love in it, playful flirting started to mean something to you.
Worst of all, you started to get jealous.
One comment from Natasha had your fists clenched.
A fan getting a little too touchy when trying to get his attention.
All things that never used to bother you.
However, you knew Steve didn't feel the same. You knew to him this relationship was strictly platonic; in the back of your mind, you hoped that he did.
The way he'd stare at you when you'd come over and sit in silence, the soft kisses to your head when you'd rest on his shoulder, the way he cared for you like you were important to him, the way his fingers slowly grazed up and down your thigh when you'd cry to him about some guy. You hoped all of that meant something.
Who knows, maybe you're just looking too much into it.
The "event" Tony planned was packed with people, all people you knew that worked on the compound, some new faces of individuals Tony had connections with. The music was low, enough for everyone to talk without screaming in someones ear.
You were dressed in something less extravagant, a dark red dress that sat just above mid thigh, long sleeves hung loosely off the shoulder, flowing down to cover your fingers. It complimented your figure in all the right ways.
You held a glass of champagne in your hand, standing by the window. You were glad Tony hosted the event in his Tower, the view was beautiful.
You gazed at the buildings below; lights shining from the windows of each one. The sky was dark, stars sprinkled throughout like snow on asphalt.
"So beautiful.." You heard a familiar voice from behind you.
A warm hand spread across your lower back, bringing you into a hug. His hand still rested there after you separated.
"Yeah, it is," you whisper, a smile formed on your face, "I'm glad he chose to host it here, the view is amazing."
He stared down at you, letting out a soft chuckle. "I was talking about you."
Your ears heat up at the compliment. Your eyes flicker to his lips, your chest growing heavy.
"You don't look too bad yourself," you respond, "For someone who's 100"
"Don't look a day over 90 do I?"
"95 on a good day, don't flatter yourself" you smile.
Because that's all you ever seemed to do when you were around him, smile.
The conversation seemed to flow, as it always did.
Deep down, you knew you wouldn't find anyone like Steve; that scared you. Steve was all you truly wanted in a man. Everything he did paved the way for your standards. After having so many failed relationships, he had showed you what it truly meant to care and love someone, even as a friend. He'd remember the little things, he'd take care of you from the moment you got sick to the moment you got better, he'd compliment you regularly, never failing to acknowledge any changes you made to your appearance.
Now, in this moment, you looked him in the eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. He stared back at you with this look, a look he only had for you. You thought about telling him how you felt, it seemed like the right moment to do it. The view was amazing, the ambiance was exceptional, and you both held eye contact like you were the only ones in the world.
"Steve-" you began.
"Steve?" you heard from from behind you. An unfamiliar voice.
You both turned to face whoever it was that interrupted your conversation.
"Antoinette" He exclaimed, like he hadn't seen her in years.
"Oh my goodness, it's so nice to see you again." She pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing the back of his neck.
She was gorgeous, you couldn't lie. Her hair was pure black, stopping at her shoulders with a curl at the end; her bangs covering just below her eyebrows. Light brown freckles scattered across her face like flakes of pepper. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green, like perfect gems. She was beautiful through and through. On top of all of that, she had a smooth British accent, the kind that sounds like honey being poured out the bottle.
"It's been, what, 3 years?" His tone was too cheerful, too happy.
They were so close, his hand on her waist and her hand on his shoulder.
It made you wonder what had happened between them for him to be this close.
You just stood there like an idiot as the spoke, not knowing what to do. You didn't want to barge into their moment. You hated that they were even having a moment.
"Oh, and this is Y/n," he said, gesturing to you.
You gave a polite smile and a quick wave.
Her lips were already moving before you could even open your mouth to say hello.
"I know you, you're that girl from the news." She smiled, it seemed lighthearted enough but the comment made your stomach twist.
"Yeah, that's me." You mutter through clenched teeth.
"I'm not like that anymore though, new me" you wanted nothing more than to rip her lips off to prevent her from speaking.
Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, she called over a group of girls. They all surrounded her like some sort of posse.
"That's that woman from the news, the one that killed all those people" She was practically beaming as she told every single one of them.
Some of them looked at you with judging stares, others looked at you like they wanted to pick apart your brain.
Suddenly the atmosphere felt suffocating. It was hard to breathe as the weight of their stares pressed against your chest.
You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but no words came out.
"Steve, I don't know how you could let someone like that become an Avenger, aren't you worried she might do it again?" Antoinette murmured.
But you heard it crystal clear.
"No, what-" he tried to speak.
"I already told you, I'm not like that anymore." You spoke, you were starting to get angry. You knew you were strong enough to control yourself, but being pushed like this never made it any easier.
"It's just, it's only been a year and a half since you did it, how do you live with yourself."
She kept going on and on about how horrible it was, how the families barely recovered, how you should have been put into some cell to keep people safe.
"People like you are the exact reason why it happened in the first place." You snarled
You had subconsciously taken a step toward her.
Her eyes widened and she let out a dramatic gasp like someone had just attacked her.
By now, people were looking; their eyes burned into you. All of the Avengers were now up and looking at you, like you were the one that had done something wrong.
"Y/n, let's just calm down" Steve's eyes glanced to your clenched fist, then back at your face.
"I'm the one that needs to calm down?" You say, raising your voice. "She's blatantly disrespecting me to my face."
You set down your glass, too hard. The glass shatters on the table, prompting several gasps scattered throughout the crowd.
You felt like a dog, backed in a corner.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Natasha's hand hip slightly turned, her hand trembling on something. That's when you realize, she's got her hand on her holster.
She's scared of you.
They're all scared of you.
You've spent a year proving to everyone that you've changed, proving that you're not a bad person. You barely showed anger, you refused to use your abilities outside of a mission or training, you tried your absolute best to help everyone you had affected.
Did none of that matter?
You knew that you couldn't erase the initial damage done, but you had hoped that you could dull the pain.
You hadn't even used your powers, yet somehow, they all still feared you. They didn't trust you in the slightest.
You straighten your posture. Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked around the room. Everyone seemed in defensive mode.
You turned to look at Steve, hoping that he would be by your side. Instead you were met with something that made your heart ache. Steve was breathing heavily, looking at you like you were a bomb that could set off at any moment.
You could handle all the other stares, all the stares from people that didn't know you enough to fully see your change. But Steve? Steve knew you better than any one of them. You'd cry to him for hours about how terrible you felt, how you wished you could go back and fix it, how you wished it was you instead of them.
Now here he was, on high alert.
You cleared your throat, picking up your head and walking through the crowd of people. They moved out the way for you, as if one touch from you would kill them. There was an ache in your chest as you passed, you refused to let a single tear drop in front of these people. They expected you to break; like you had done before, but you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of being right.
You walked out the door. If you left, you'd leave with some dignity.
And that's what you did.
You left.
Leaving your heart there too.
A/N ~ I had to go back to my roots for this one. Now I know the fandom isn't flourishing atm but I'm STILL going to write like my life depends on it.... I hope whatever little majority finds this loves it enough to read the part 2
