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I have a new masterlist since I made the heinous error of editing the last one on mobile and now none of the links work (who actually knows why I’ve just made my peace with it)!
* = smut. Expect to see a lot of stars. I am not sorry.
This is an 18+ blog only! If you’re under 18 kindly vacate the area and check out these bunnies and rainbows. I have spoken!
Oneshots:
The Ultimate Favour (Stucky x Gender neutral!reader)
Falling Apart * (Pre-serum!Steve x 40′s Bucky)
Accidentally Inspired Headcanons:
AKA Tumblr brings me gif sets and my brain gets some kinda way!
Spin The Bottle Steve (Stucky)
SamBucky Saga (SamBucky)
Requests:
Faked It * (Bucky x fem!reader)
Treasure * (Mob!Steve x virgin!male!reader)
What The Boy Needs * (Daddy!male!reader x Baby!Steve)
Lazy Loving (top!Steve x bottom!reader)
Series:
Spellin’ it Out (Bucky x Bi!Gender neutral!reader) [Completed]
Angel Hair (Alpha!Bucky x Preg!Omega!Gender neutral!reader) [Ongoing]
Modern Mob AU:
(In order of timeline because I keep writing it out of order Fox-Firefly style. All of these are x Sub!Fem!Reader)
What Happens Now Series Masterlist (Dom!Steve x reader) [Ongoing]
I Said, Now * (Dom!Steve x reader)
Speak Now * Series Masterlist (Stucky x reader) [Completed]
Now You’re In My Arms Again - Speak Now bonus chapter (Dom!Steve x reader)
Now You’ve Done It * Series Masterlist (Dom!Steve x reader) [Ongoing]
Now Roll for Damage * Series Masterlist (Dom!Steve/Stucky x reader) [Ongoing]
Sweety, I am always up for writing a bit of top!Steve 😏
Lazy Loving
Warnings: Plot? What plot? But also kinda sappy. Domestic fluff. Food mention. Clothes stealing. A little bit of possessive Steve. A pair of sassy, dorky mfs who were made for each other! Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. A smidge of humiliation and restraining if you squint. A sprinkle of topping from the bottom. These boys got a bit of a low key competition going on, I think that's the best way to describe it?? Stevie has voice kink, I don't make the rules.
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A lazy Sunday was just what you both needed. And Steve sprawled out on the couch, you sprawled out on Steve and Netflix just rolling from one episode to the next was about as good as it got.
A rough laugh - which would have been inaudible had your head not been practically fused to his stomach - rumbled through you.
'You look like your ready to hit the hay again and we've only been up a couple of hours,' he said, voice still thick from a deep, post-mission sleep and maple syrup on breakfast pancakes. It sent a shiver right through you, even as you wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and nuzzled into the softness of his t-shirt.
'I can't be held responsible for my own sleepiness when you keep rubbing over my back like that,' you mumbled without looking up, 'and being so warm. For someone so muscly your surprisingly comfortable.'
Your head and chest were lifted by a deep inhale that usually preceded one of Steve's "before the war" stories that you just loved to listen to. 'One of my birthdays,' he began, proving you right in that low drawl that he reserved for reminiscing, 'me and Bucky got way too drunk, so drunk that we got ourselves turned around in the park on the way home. The world was spinning so bad we just laid out on the grass waiting to sober up and giggling ourselves stupid. Eventually, we start mellowing out and watching the stars and Buck, he says to me, "what do you hope he's gonna be like, this future best guy of yours?". And I thought real hard and dug real deep and I said, "I hope...I hope he thinks I'm surprisingly comfortable".'
After such an intricate build-up you at least had the decency to allow him a dramatic pause before you burst out laughing.
'Oh my god,' you wheezed, drying your watering eyes with the sleeve of your cosiest hoodie. Okay, so it was technically Steve's hoodie. Not the point. 'For a minute you had me going.'
'What're you talking about?' Steve protested in hammed indignation. 'True story.'
'So, if I call Bucky and ask him...?'
You were already crawling up over Steve as you reached for his phone.
'Oh no, you don't! Wakanda's long-distance.'
'We use wi-fi nowadays, gramps!' You teased back, letting out a squeal as Steve got you right in your most ticklish rib.
Neither of you could speak for laughing as he put a fraction of his strength into fighting you for it but you weren't one to bluff and you had no qualms in drawing up the most recent list and hitting Bucky's number. 'Uh oh, it ringing!'
'Give it back!'
Wrapping one arm around your waist, Steve pulled you back down as he made a grab for his phone. You fell onto him with a heavy thud, almost headbutting him by accident on the way down.
For a moment you both gave out to winded chuckling and Steve took the opportunity to relieve you of your stolen goods. As silence descended his eyes went dark like a soft, cosy blanket wrapping you up from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. It was a tension built on comfort, every muscle familiar with what pleasure awaited it in vivid detail.
You felt your back arch on instinct as his hold shifted, palm pressing gently into the small of your back until you could feel every line of his body beneath you.
The soft moan that caught in your boyfriend's throat set your spine-tingling and you were so mesmerised that you didn't even look up when Bucky's voice entered into your awareness.
'Hello? Steve?'
Without taking his eyes off you, Steve put the phone to his ear.
'Sorry, Buck, I'm gonna have to call you back.'
'What? You called me!'
Hanging up, Steve let the phone fall from his fingers and you didn't need any more encouragement to meet him halfway.
After one touch of soft and sweetly insistent lips, you knew that the last thing you wanted to do was rush. It felt like you had all the time in the world and no second spent savouring the taste of him, the feeling of those thick thighs wrapped around your waist, the shuddering gasps and moans that danced together like a pair of butterflies on a summer breeze would ever be a second wasted.
Your hands trailed up his body, taking every opportunity to tease and caress. The deep moan that caught in his throat gave out to a cut off gasp as your hands settled on his cheeks. And he took the invitation, delivered with a soft nip to his top lip and sealed with a kiss, to delve into the eager warmth of your mouth.
His tongue danced with yours, his big hands roaming like he was touch starved even though his last mission had lasted mere days. They grabbed and kneaded every inch of fabric-covered flesh on their journey before sliding down over your ass, squeezing firmly as they pulled you against him.
Swallowing your whimper, he gifted you one of his own as he rutted up against you, wordlessly showing you what you did to him like he had so many times before. Another fevered grab at your hip, a little more forceful than the slow-burning simmer that had overtaken you both, had you sucking in a breath through your teeth.
It was cut off by a surprised yelp, Steve lifting you like you weighed nothing. In hardly a split second, you found yourself straddling him with his palms gliding up your thighs as he drank you in with hungry eyes.
'Mmmmmm. So, that's what you want,' you teased, lifting his shirt and running your hands down his sides.
Steve swallowed hard as your thumbs grazed his stomach all the way down to the waistband of his sweats.
The growing smirk that dimpled his cheeks hinted at a promise always made and when Steve Rogers made a promise, he always delivered.
'Think you do too,' he returned, grinding up until you felt the thick bulge tenting his bottoms caress the groove between your cheeks.
You melted into his touch, hardening painfully as that smirk widened into a smug, toothy grin. 'Don't act like I don't know you, baby.'
Hoisting you up into his arms, Steve wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you through to the bedroom.
Breaths came in fits and starts as his mouth took yours again, and this time he was taking. Hand on the back of your head, he barely gave you room to breathe no matter how slow or gentle he may be. By the time he lowered you onto the bed you were dizzy and desperate, clinging onto him so tight that he practically had to loosen your fingers from his shirt one by one before he could get it off.
'That's just cruel,' you half huffed, half moaned as he knelt up and pulled his shirt over his head.
'What? Getting undressed?'
'Giving me a view like that and expecting me not to spontaneously combust.'
Hands once again grabbing your hips, he pulled you closer, fingers curling beneath your waistband.
'Awe, can't take the heat, sweetheart?'
You wrapped your legs around him, loving to hate the knowing look on his face as his eyes raked over you.
'Smug bastard.'
'Uh-uh,' Steve replied as he slowly removed the pyjama bottoms that you hadn't bothered getting out of yet, eyes salaciously amused at the shiver of anticipation that ran through you, 'when I've heard every sweet little sound you make, then I'll be a smug bastard.'
The groan that bubbled up in your chest was long and rough and deep, the sensation of Steve's hand closing around you so ecstatic that you sounded more touch starved than he had.
Keeping a leisurely pace, he tore open the bedside drawer, rummaging impatiently for what he was looking for. How he ever managed to coat his fingers without the use of both hands you would never know with your eyes rolling back in your head at even his lightest touch.
'Fuck,' you heard his breathy voice rumble as he circled your hole, inserting one finger so easily that he almost immediately added a second, 'always so ready for me, sugar.'
You wanted to answer, you really did but when he started teasing in and out of you, caressing your prostate every time he bottomed out, your breath was so caught in your own throat that you almost swallowed your tongue trying to get it back. 'Always look pretty as a diamond on my fingers. Only one place you look prettier.'
Removing his hand from around your cock, he pulled down his pants only as far as he had to before easing out of you.
You reached for the hem of your stolen hoodie, but one firm hand closed around both your wrists, smile radiating still more smugness as he lined himself up with the other. 'Leave it on.'
Using his grip on your wrists for leverage, Steve sank into you inch by inch, savouring every second of that first thrust as you clenched around him.
The second he released your wrists, you were all over him, pulling him into long, lingering kisses as he wrapped you up in his arms. Every moan, groan, whine and whimper that left your lips preceded a shiver through his taut muscles. It was heaven to see him like that, so open and shameless in his need, so desperate and determined to make it last as long as possible.
He moved over you, into you as though it was going to be the last time, as though there was no other feeling in the universe that could match the euphoria of being blanketed in your pleasure. Every squeeze of you around him, every gasp against his kiss-swollen lips, every sensation that left you clinging to him only encouraged him to wring every bit of bliss out of you that he possibly could.
By the time you felt the burn building in your gut, your perception of time had imploded on the tip of his tongue. 'Nnnnnnn, those little...moans taste so good...baby,' Steve gasped, reaching down between you and taking you in his hand once again, 'ready to give me the sweetest one?'
Choking on your own voice as you tried to reply, you resorted to a keening nod. With his hot palm gliding over you like that, teasing you with a featherlight grip and an expert flick of his wrist you were ready to see stars, barely holding on for another minute before you spilt everything you had for him.
Crushing his mouth to yours, Steve drank in every last one of your moans, hips stuttering as he struggled to keep a hold of himself.
With you slack as a ragdoll in his arms and looking so thoroughly fucked out, the smug grin finally hit critical mass, shining every ounce of pride he had. 'Feeling good there, sugar?' He hummed and hearing the shudder in his voice only spurred you on to dish out a little smug of your own.
'I think the question is...are you?'
A brief look of confusion ghosted over Steve's expression before his eyes scrunched closed, mouth slack.
Lifting your hips, you sunk onto him just as you knew he liked, taking the lead with a prideful grin of your own.
Every roll of your hips seemed to catch him off guard like he was about to answer back only to be overtaken by a gut-deep growl and the inability to do anything but feel. 'Mmm, you like that, sugar? Do you?'
You just caught him with his teeth tearing into his bottom lip before he buried his face in the crook of your neck, gripping you hard enough that you knew you would be feeling it later but it was worth it to have big, strong Captain America like putty in your hands.
When he went completely still, you knew he was close and no sooner had you poured one more of those sweet moans into his ear, he broke.
He filled you up so good and deep that you could feel it, all deliciously hot and wet between your legs.
Chests heaving, you held him tight, felt him hold you tighter until your brains could make words again.
Placing one hand on either side of your head, a deep, sated groan rumbled in Steve's chest as he pushed himself up. He held himself above you as he took you in, a very different kind of smirk gracing his lips.
'Had to steal my thunder, huh?'
You reached up and took his chin between your crooked finger and thumb, guiding his lips back towards yours.
'Don't act like I don't know you, baby,' you teased, pulling him into another kiss that lingered so long that you felt him hardening again. 'Don't say it,' you warned as that smirk made a resurgence, 'don't you say it -'
Your caution was lost on a keening mewl as he thrust into you to the hilt, a low whisper tickling at your ear.
I WANT TO SEE HIM DO THIS WITH THE WINTER SOLDIER.
Except the Winter Soldier is actually able take Steve’s weight (especially since if Steve does it like in the gif it’ll be the metal arm getting most of it)
and the two of them just freeze
Steve slowly realizing he’s being carried bridal style
Bucky the Winter Soldier blinking like MY PROGRAMMING DID NOT COVER THIS???
and there’s a bunch of camera sound effects as Natasha flips past with her phone out
Omg I never thought behind how Rumlow was using that line and omg yes!
And 17...and longing...and possibly even daybreak (their first night together)...there are so many of those words that could be about Steve I can't take it!! This is canon in my heart now 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Okay I actually have a personal headcanon about this and it’s that Thor, being the God of Thunder (and also lightning), you know, that dude who routinely has lightning just casually run through his body, doesn’t have a computer because electronic mail is a thing which can literally just come to him, personally, via the electricity that passes through his body on the regular.
Which would make sending an email to Thor something like sending a letter to Santa as a kid, you just kind of fling the email out there to whatever address you think might get to Thor, and it will.
If you think this won’t work, I point you to the term God, and say, totally, it will. He’s not a dude loosely associated with this thing, he’s the God of it.
This does also imply that Thor by extension innately understands binary because it’s a dialect of positive and negative charge, which presumably then implies Thor’s the person who is best-placed to communicate with inorganic/artificial beings whose primary language is binary.
I never would have guessed that Thor and C-3P0 both would have spoken the binary language of load lifters, very similar to your vaporators in most respects!
Hi! I would like to request a smut imagine for Steve Rogers x Male!Reader. The plot can be whatever you want but the only thing I ask is that the reader is top/dom. And maybe you could sprinkle in some daddy kink👀 you can go all out honestly cuz i like your writing :)
Thank you so much for this gorgeous ask, lovely!
I've been looking for an excuse to write for bottom!Steve AND top!reader for a while but couldn't find the inspiration! And throwing in some daddy kink as well? Ugggggh 😘😘😘
I hope you enjoy it!
What The Boy Needs.
Warnings: Soft!daddy!reader x Baby!Steve. Emotional overwhelm/depression type symptoms. A smidge of emotional hurt/comfort (dudes, its me). D/s dynamics. Shameless pec porn. Talk of headspaces & implied sub space. Punishment/spanking mentions but that's it. Reading it back there's a low key littleness vibe (Steve likes being called pumpkin - idk why, that's clearly above my pay grade) but could maybe be read as super soft subbyness if you so desire, I guess. Heavy on the Daddy kink (you know when you mean to sprinkle and the lid kinda just...falls off like 🌪?). Every pet name under the damn sun! Dirty talk. Praise kink and that praisey kind of humiliation. A split second of dumification if you really squint. Super low key gagging. Edging. Hand jobs. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Anal fingering. Anal sex. Come eating. Talk of after care. I think that's everything? But if anyone wants me to tag anything else, just let me know!
Yeah, I went for the whole bingo card. I think writing these two might be my new favourite thing 🤔
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It was how he got quieter that tipped you off. How he started taking up less space like he was trying to fuse into the background. It was in the way he smiled when asked to sign autographs, stood on the stage at fundraisers and openings. He clutched the shield in his hand as though barely suppressing the urge to raise it between himself and the world that only saw the unbreakable super-soldier.
It broke your heart to watch.
What made it worse was that you were the only one who noticed. Nobody else seemed to see the little furrow in his brow before he stepped on stage, the sharp intake of breath as someone approached him with stars and stripes in their eyes before he plastered on a smile and talked for as long as they wanted. Nobody noticed how much longer it took him to make a decision, even between Pepsi and Sprite at the cafe down the street before reaching for the nearest one whether he actually wanted it or not. That his laundry pick up was half as regular as it used to be, a sure-fire sign that he was once again sleeping on the floor more than in his bed, just passed everybody by.
For a while you let it be. Steve had promised you that the next time it happened he would come talk to you and you didn't want to push him before he was ready to open up. But as a week, then two passed by, in which time Steve's subtle descent became a barely veiled nosedive, you had no choice but to step in.
When you found him in the common room, arms crossed over his chest, practically shrinking into his seat as Tony spouted on about some new gadget he was working on, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
'Steve?'
He instantly tensed at the low undertone in your voice that only he knew to recognise, the hidden side of him that it brought out stirring beneath the surface.
When he eventually looked up at you, you could see that he was seconds from cracking. Too much pressure over too much time finally catching up on him.
You had to get him out of there.
Fast. 'Can I borrow you for a minute?'
With an almost stunned nod, Steve slowly rose from his seat and followed you. Wanting him to be comfortable you led him back to his room. Once he was in his own space he looked a little less overwhelmed even if he did glance sheepishly towards the single bedsheet on the floor.
He took you in carefully as you closed the door behind you, clearly contemplating if he was in trouble.
When your only reaction was to open your arms, his knees nearly buckled before he caught himself. The tension fell away from him like autumn leaves, quickly blanketed in relief like early snow. 'C'mere, pumpkin.'
He nearly knocked you off your feet as he threw himself into your arms, burying his face in your neck. He squeezed a little tighter than was perhaps wise but as far as you were concerned, as long as it ended with no broken bones, he could hold you as tight as he wanted.
'I know I'm s'posed to come talk to you,' Steve said, voice so small and soft against your collar bone, 'but...it's hard.'
'I know, baby. It's a work in progress and that's okay.'
Of the not many "rules" you had, you had anticipated that this one would take the most baby steps. Steve had relied only on himself for so long, fighting from birth just to stay alive from illness, then war and loss and, ice. He had never had the luxury of being truly vulnerable, never felt like he could trust enough to let someone hold space around him while he was. You wanted to change that but you also had to accept that it was going to take time. 'What do you need? Can you use your words for me?'
Silence dragged on as Steve shuffled from foot to foot, clutching at your shirt and you waited patiently. You could have easily taken the lead but you would never take what wasn't willingly given.
Steve squirmed a moment longer in your arms, the part of him that just couldn't stop fighting taking some putting down.
Then he melted into you with a sweet almost sob, nuzzled into your jaw.
'Need Daddy.'
'Daddy's here,' you said, unleashing the full force of the voice as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails dragging over his scalp as they went.
You tilted your head towards his, relishing the shiver that ran through him. 'And don't you worry. He's gonna knock all those big thoughts right out of that pretty little head of yours.'
Closing the hair's breadth distance between you, you covered his lips with yours, soft but deep as you eased him into his headspace one kiss at a time.
One of Steve's hands moved to your chest, always did once he started dropping, gripping at the collar of your shirt so gently the material barely stretched. You took your time, exploring every inch of his mouth with your tongue until the telltale stutter of his hips became a little more insistent.
'Mmm, there's my sweet boy,' you hummed, feeling the outline of his half-hard cock grazing your side, 'you getting all needy on Daddy?'
At the breadcrumb of condescension in your tone, something between a huff and a whine caught in Steve's throat, tangling in a divine kind of frustration that usually took more effort to wring out of him. 'Aw, you really were ready to snap, weren't you, sweetheart?'
Breaking away, you cradled his head against your shoulder and took his earlobe into your mouth, sinking in your teeth at just the right moment.
'Daddy!' Steve pouted, pushing himself against you as he fully thickened out.
'Impatient, are we? Well, we'll have to do something about that.'
Restraint went out of the window as you drove him backwards towards the dresser and hoisted him up on top of it. It would never stop hitting you how eager Steve was to be manhandled, like he dropped and suddenly forgot that he had the strength to fight aliens and killer robots with his bare hands.
Scrabbling to get hold of you anyway, anyhow, Steve's hands settled on your shoulders as you palmed him through his sweats. The way he arched back against the wall with an open-mouthed moan, pushing out those meaty pecs that were just begging to have your mouth on them drove you crazy. You wanted nothing more than to slide into that tight little hole and fuck him until he cried with pleasure.
But Steve needed his Daddy and his Daddy was what he would get. 'Oh, just look at you,' you cooed, deliberately taking your time eyeing the wet spot that darkened the grey material with every stroke of your hand.
Steve might forget he had the strength but this and his stamina were one side of the super-soldier coin that always came up heads. 'Painting Daddy such a pretty picture, making such pretty noises.'
Wrapping your free arm around his waist you pulled him closer, nudging his legs wide with your thighs. 'Know how many nights I wake up from dreaming about you? How bad I wish I could just roll over and use that greedy little hole instead of my own hand?'
When Steve opened his eyes to look up at you he used those long lashes to his full advantage, giving you the Puss in Boots treatment like that was his superpower. The boy had it down to a tee and not for the first time you wondered how you ever managed to say no to him.
'Wan'it...' he pleaded on a choked off moan, 'please, daddy...wan'it so bad...'
'I know you do, pumpkin. Daddy'll give you what you want but first, you're gonna get what you need.'
Brow knitting above his pupil blown gaze, Steve didn't even seem to know what that was but he obeyed immediately when you roughly grabbed his chin and made sure he looked at you as you issued your instructions. 'Palms on the dresser. Lift those hips for me.'
Using the space he afforded you, you pulled his sweats and underwear to his knees before permitting him to lower himself back down. 'Don't move. And no coming until I say so.'
That last one gave rise to another pouty wine, one foot kicking back against the dresser in protest even as he twitched against his stomach. 'And here's me thinking you were Daddy's good boy,' you uttered as you leaned in and wrapped your hand around him, pumping teasingly slow over the angry, swollen head, 'was Daddy wrong about what you need, baby boy? Need to go over Daddy's knee instead?'
Steve's eyes went wide as saucers, bottom lip dropping as he stumbled over his words.
'No...no, Daddy, no...mm'a good boy...need to come...need to...please.'
'Is that right?'
It was a redundant question, his answer clear before you even asked but it was Steve who needed to be sure, needed to hear himself say it.
He nodded frantically between hiccup like moans as you picked up the pace just enough to keep him on his toes.
'...be the...best boy for you...Daddy...so good...so good...'
'I know, baby,' you whispered, pressing a string of delicate, heated kisses to his lips, 'always so good for me. Daddy's gonna take such good care of his best boy.'
Breath hitching as you ran your thumb over his leaking slit, Steve almost forgot himself already, hips flirting with the idea of meeting your leisurely strokes. You kept your voice low and authoritative, a calm reminder rather than an admonishment. 'No. What did Daddy say?'
'Don't...don't move.'
'Good boy.'
With only a few more strokes he was on the edge, a high pitched whimper cutting through him in the most adorably pathetic way. Expertly bringing him down again, you traced your hand downward, palming the base of his cock while he tried his best to stay still as you had instructed. 'Poor baby. All that stress got you wound up real good, hasn't it?'
Caressing all the way up again, your other hand slipped under the hem of his t-shirt, hiking it up as you ran your palm up his stomach. Hooking your fingers under it you lifted the fabric to Steve's mouth. 'Hold it.'
It took him a couple of tries to be able to take it between his teeth and keep it there, the keening pants as you pushed him to the edge for the second time consuming him.
A gut, deep moan rumbled through you.
How did you get this lucky?
How did you find yourself such a perfect boy who not only let you look your fill but got off on it?
Something about being exposed to you, having your eyes on him always drove Steve to distraction. He felt every lingering gaze like a second touch as you drank him in; those beautiful pecs, strong abs, that surprisingly delicate trail of hair that led your attention to the impressive length that filled your hand. You took in every ridge, every vein, every twitch of his balls, every drop of pre-come that leaked onto your hand, winding him up and pulling him back just before he could roar.
Over and over again you brought him to within half a second of succumbing before stopping him, drawing every ounce of the helpless frustration that he had shouldered alone to the surface so that he could be rid of it. By the time you pulled him back for the fifth time, he was practically sobbing, teeth tearing holes in the thin fabric that you had placed between them.
Kissing his brimming eyes, you ran your fingers through his hair, tangling gently in locks of dirty blond. 'Mmm, I think my pumpkin's had enough.'
A moment of panic shot through Steve, grabbing onto your sleeve with wide tearful eyes. 'B-been...good...' he mumbled through a mouthful of material.
'Silly baby,' you crooned, kissing him all over.
True, you had discovered that if ever a punishment was needed, getting him all desperate and leaving him to stew in it for a while was as effective as it got but today wasn't a day for punishments even had he done something to deserve it. 'I know you have. Been so good for me. And what do good boys get that bad boys don't?'
Eyes fluttering shut in pure relief, Steve's words were barely audible.
'Get to...come.'
'That's right. Ready to come for Daddy?'
That little sniffly nod was all you needed. 'Hands on the dresser.'
Holding him closer as he did as he was told, you began in earnest, pulled out all the stops and little tricks that drove him out of his mind. In moments he was gasping, keening, just a ball of need with only one word on his gagged lips.
'Daddy...daddy...daddy...!'
You never stopped talking to him, praising him with words and deep, brutal kisses as his release painted his chest.
'That's my boy...that's right...c'mon...give it all to Daddy...so proud of you, sugar...so proud...'
Steve practically dissolved against the wall and damn, if you hadn't been hard already...the image before you almost gave you a nose bleed.
He looked so good, a quivering mess dripping come over his chest and stomach.
The temptation to add your own to the masterpiece was strong but you were no super soldier and you had promised your baby you'd fuck him senseless.
Inclined to give him time to come around, you pushed his hair out of his face, covered him in still more kisses. But in not so long he was rousing against your stomach, clawing at your clothes in a frenzied attempt to get them off.
'Daddy...'
And with that last, keening whine, you broke.
Relieving his mouth of the burden of his shirt, you wasted no time in getting rid of his clothes before shucking your own.
You reached into the drawer - there was a reason, after all, why you picked this dresser - and coated your fingers with lube, inserting one finger without preamble.
And bless Steve's body and its ability to adapt. With barely a handful of thrusts you were inserting another, preparing him for you as you knew he liked; short, sharp and no messing around.
'Ready for me, baby boy?'
It took him a moment to register the question as he groaned into your neck, consumed by sensation as you massaged his prostate.
'Always ready...for Daddy.'
Cursing under your breath, you pulled him towards you until he was almost laying back. When he spread his legs for you as wide as they would go without being asked, you felt like you could have come on the spot. Slicking yourself up for him when he did it, you certainly weren't helping yourself.
'You're so beautiful,' you gasped, taking his mouth with yours as you lined yourself up.
Steve preened under the praise and wriggled forward, urging you on.
It was a harmony of groans as you pushed inside him to the hilt. One arm wrapped around his waist, the fingers of the other hand curled around his hip, anchoring him as you eased into a slow and steady pace.
Steve clenched around you so perfectly, it was like being wrapped in velvet, soft and warm and divine. Whatever dreams tore you from sleep in desperate need of release could never do him justice and you'd be damned if you weren't going to make sure he knew it.
Your words fell to deep grunts and groans of pleasure and effort, your movements faltering as you fought to keep to the rhythm you had set.
'Use it...Daddy.'
The tiny voice in your ear, so sweet and delicate almost threw you off and you pulled back to get a good look at him. Steve held your gaze, lips pursed and pouted as he turned those Puss in Boots eyes on you for the second time. 'Use it like you...said...please.'
Tempering the feral beast inside of you that wanted nothing more than burst out of its cage and rail him until he was so fucked out he begged you to stop, you gave him a moment to consider his request. Steve had been in a sensitive and overwhelmed emotional space for a while and the last thing you were prepared to do was risk pushing him too close to his limit if he couldn't handle it.
You observed him intently, choosing your words to get to the honest truth without killing the mood for him.
'That what you need, pumpkin? Need Daddy to fuck the rest of that frustration out of you?'
Steve's nod was emphatic, desperate as he rutted his hips in encouragement.
'Wanna...feel it...wanna feel you...daddy.'
Seeing, feeling the sincerity and need in his every breath, you succumbed to those big eyes that begged so much more exquisitely than words ever could.
Your voice dropped a whole octave as you fed the rumbling promise into his waiting ear.
'Oh, you'll feel me, sweetheart.'
The delicious bite of pain of Steve's nails digging into your back as you thrust deep into his heat, set your skin alight. Without the hinderance of the makeshift gag, Steve moaned from the depths of his lungs as you pounded into him with every ounce of strength you had, hitting his sweet spot again and again until he clamped down on you so hard that he nearly pulled you over the edge with him.
Warmth spattered your chest, creating an almost mirror image of his first and you couldn't help but look down in awe at the beautiful mess.
Mouth moving soundlessly, you could barely think straight let alone find the words to relay how your insides burned with need as your mouth finally gave into temptation and drew you downwards.
'You know...how much...you spoil your Daddy...baby boy?' You finally managed, throwing his leg over your shoulder, arm curling around his thigh to hold him down as you drove deeper with every shuddering thrust.
The next words were lost on a growl at the way Steve arched and panted, threatening to come for a third time as your tongue found the baby soft skin of his chest. You devoured everything he had given you, the taste of him savoured on grateful lips before you allowed yourself to let go.
Lips finding his once more, where they gravitated when you hit the peak of your pleasure, you poured everything into him, heart, body and soul as you rode out the fire roaring through you until your body couldn't move another inch.
Time warped around you, always did when you had him in your arms, shaken to the root of your soul by the racking aftershocks of your release and long, lazy kisses that refused to end.
Steve was pliable as a rag doll beneath you, all soft moans and sleepy half-present touches. With a bitten-off moan of your own, you pulled out of him, sensitive and thoroughly satisfied.
Resting your hand on his cheek, you touched your lips to his. 'How you doing there, pumpkin? Feeling better?'
That brought out a half-smile, a tipsy little nod and a kitten-like stretch and you swore it was the single cutest thing that you had ever seen in your life.
A smile, the first for a couple of weeks spread across your face at the closed-eyed, garbled answer you got in return. It wasn't uncommon for Steve to float away for a little while as he came down, especially after dropping so far, so fast. This time he wasn't so far-flung at least that he couldn't process what was being said to him. 'How about we get you in a nice warm bath. That sound good?'
You had a lot more taking care of ahead of you, a whole night of baths and snack making, warm blankets and long sleepy cuddles. Talking things out, putting things in place for the next time the weight of the world rested so heavily on the worlds strongest shoulders would take a while, one more tiny, baby step on a path of many.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Mob Boss Steve Rogers x Virgin Male Reader smut fic? Reader has been acting weird lately and of course Steve notices it and when Steve asks him what's wrong and reader decides to come clean and tells him, he's a virgin.
Thanks so much for this ask, lovely!!
I appreciate an almost 5000 word how they met epic (!!) might not have been quite what you had in mind but my fingers started typing and just ran tf away with it, so here it is 😅😂
Still, I hope it hits the spot!
Treasure.
Warnings: drunk, grabby creeps in bars. Language. Pet names - baby boy, darlin', treasure. Light angst. Misunderstandings. Self doubt and anxiety. A low key smidge of fake dating. Idiots in love. Accidental snogging. First time sex. Oral. Rimming. Anal sex. Top!Steve (not d/s this time though). Steve owns the place where reader works but no serious boss/staff dynamics. Occasional hurt comfort/emotional hurt comfort. Shameless fluff. 18+ ONLY.
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'C'mon, baby boy,' the guy slurred, just drunk enough to lose what few manners he had to start with but sadly, not quite enough to render himself a non-issue, 'I'll treat you real good.'
Yeah, I bet you will, you thought, barely refraining from rolling your eyes. You might not be under any allusions of finding your soul mate to spend your first time with but you certainly had higher standards than this miscellaneous dick cheese.
Taking his empty glass from the bar between you, you busied yourself with your job which, seemed to involve dealing with an increasing number of creeps since Natasha had gone on her honeymoon.
'I'm closing up, won't be done 'til three.'
'I'll wait. Got the patience of a saint.'
'And I'm covering the breakfast shift tomorrow, only getting a couple of hours sleep as it is,' you shrugged, giving him your best "aw shucks" face and turning away to serve the customer who had appeared in your peripheral vision.
You felt yourself pulled back as the guy grabbed your wrist, squeezing tight.
'Hey, you making fun of me -'
'Excuse me,' a deep, firm voice cut through the building commotion.
Following the sound, you were surprised to find that the customer you had gone to serve was in fact not a customer at all.
It was Steve Rogers.
In the few weeks that you had worked at The 107th, you hadn't met the owner in person. Sure, you had heard the rumours but you found them hard to believe when he spent half the time quietly drinking scotch and the other half wearing flannel. 'You want to get your hands off my staff.'
Apparently, the aforementioned dick cheese was taking those rumours a little more seriously because he immediately let go and backed away.
'Sorry...I...was just...'
'Not me you should be apologising to.'
Faced with no more than a few words and a raised eyebrow your harasser turned into a completely different person, all mild manners and complete contrition.
'I'm very sorry.'
'Don't let it happen again.'
And with that, the idiot fled with his tail so far between his legs you would never know he had one in the first place. 'You okay?'
The voice that had been hard as diamonds only a moment before was now honey-like in its concern.
'I'm fine. Thanks.'
For a moment, he looked like he might push the issue but offered his hand instead.
'Steve.'
'Y/N.'
'I'm sorry. The temp we have covering Nat isn't quite as on it. I should've intervened sooner.'
'For every one Nat throws out another three crawl out from under the asshole rock. Only so much anybody can do about that,' you replied, trying to sound more casual than you felt. You had thought he was good looking from a distance but with those deep blue eyes scrunched up in thought and a little half-smile on his lips? Damn.
'Actually, there is something I can do to get them off your back permanently but it's kind of unorthodox.'
'Unorthodox like an electric fence? Because that would be insanely satisfying.'
Tilting his head little, he gave the comment a near-silent laugh.
'Honestly, you're not far off the mark.'
'Now, that's is a refurb I can get on board with.'
His air turned as your rescuer became unexpectedly solemn.
'Think you can trust me?'
With him looking back at you like that he seemed like the living embodiment of honesty and for completely inexplicable reasons, you really did feel like you could trust this man.
Permission granted with a small nod, Steve leaned forward, whispering a gravelly baritone into your ear. 'If that wrist starts bothering you later, come find me. I'll make sure it's covered.'
Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he gave you a smile that nearly knocked you out before he stalked away towards Nat's replacement with a clear bee in his bonnet.
You had to shake your head to dislodge the mental keyboard smash that view and the phantom kiss against your cheekbone had created.
What a strange and oddly enthralling man this Steve Rogers was.
--
The next week was a breeze.
Whereas you normally couldn't move for douche bags making their douchiness known, you were suddenly dealing with model citizens. Only one guy had tried to outright sleaze on you but when his friend frantically whispered in his ear, his eyes had grown wide and the pair quickly left.
Steve had been in every night around midnight, sometimes in flannel with friends, sometimes in a suit with what seemed like clients or business associates. Whatever was going on he always stopped by and talked to you, at first enquiring about your wrist and if you'd had any more trouble by way of an "and how's that electric fence holding up?".
In no time at all you got talking about your day, shared interests, shows you were watching and the music that you both loved and hated.
Every time he left you with that K.O. smile and a kiss on the cheek that had turned into a running joke and, every subsequent day was a little less creep filled than the last.
In the weeks that followed, that kiss goodbye had carried on enough that you were fielding questions left, right and centre. Nat and Wanda were particularly unconvinced that it was all just a ploy to keep your shifts creep free and as time went on, you found yourself hoping that they were right.
The more you paid attention to Steve's "meetings" in his private booth and how people reacted to you after he planted another sweet kiss on your cheek, however, the more you came to believe that there was more than a grain of truth in those rumours.
Steve Rogers was perhaps a dangerous person to be around. Falling for him might not be the best idea. But he was also the nicest guy you had ever met; sweet, funny, respectful and unbelievably easy to talk to.
Working at The 107th was going be hell of lot more of a mind fuck than you had bargained for.
--
'I got a meeting across town in half an hour,' Steve said, lips turning downwards as he spoke.
He had been leaning against the bar for more than an hour just talking, joking around, making you laugh. It was getting to be the best part of your night.
And the quietest.
Nobody dared approach the bar while you were talking to Steve, it had to be terrible for business. 'I'll...uh...see you here tomorrow?'
'Where else would I be?' Your joking comment on the relentlessness of the capitalist machine came out more soft and husky than you had intended.
You weren't sure if you were imagining the way Steve's breath hitched as he met your gaze.
'See you tomorrow, then.'
As was habit now, you turned your head to give him access to your cheek but you didn't realise that you had turned the wrong way until it was already too late.
For a split second, you both froze, not quite sure what to do with the unforeseen intimacy. Once the taste of him began filtering through the shock though, your brain completely ceased to function.
A low hum rumbled in Steve's throat as you melted into his touch. His mouth slanted over yours, one hand reaching up to cup the cheek that his lips had intended to find, tentative brushes growing hungrier with every meeting of lips.
Remembering where you were, you both pulled away just before you began pushing the boundaries of common decency even for a bar at gone midnight.
Steve's cheeks were bright pink, a wide dopey grin spreading across his face. 'I'm...I'm sorry...?'
Right then, with your knees weak, your heart pounding and this oh so dangerous man being so adorably awkward, you knew you were long past the point of no return.
'Actually...I'm not.'
Steve's mouth fell open a little, eyes lighting up in surprise. Running his hand through his hair, he seemed to take a moment to compose himself.
'I...uh...I wasn't gonna...I mean, I figured you'd been hit on enough working here to last a lifetime so, I didn't...but...do you...wanna go out sometime?'
He had barely finished speaking before you gave your answer.
'I'd like that.'
Steve's knock out smile went supernova and you could have sworn that for a full minute you completely forgot how to breathe.
Suddenly, he was leaning forward on the bar again, giving you the unrestrained force of those ocean eyes, bouncing with remembered confidence.
'You closing up tonight? I could walk you home?'
Drifting closer, you felt like the butterflies in your stomach might just lift you clean off the ground.
'That sounds good.'
'Good.'
There was absolutely nothing fair about how his voice dropped on that one word, dragging it out with the tip of his tongue against his teeth. You could practically feel your pupils flaring. 'So, now we've made it official, that mean I can kiss you again?'
'Since you asked so nice, I'll allow it.'
'I'm honoured.'
'You should be.'
You felt his smile broaden as his lips found yours again. Though brief and tender the heat beneath it was breathtaking, pooling so deep in your belly that you were grateful for the bar between you.
As you pulled apart, gazes locked and flared black, an unspoken knowledge bled into your bones.
When you reached your door, you would ask him to come in, he would say yes and this time tomorrow you would be standing behind this bar knowing that however it eventually ended, you had chosen the right person.
'See you later.'
'Later,' you barely managed to exhale.
Steve turned to leave before turning back again, leaning over to the bar to peck your cheek then finally, made his way out.
Watching him walk away in that suit, hugging every damned curve in just the right way definitely wasn't going to help you walk straight until closing time.
--
When Steve returned as you were locking up, you were a bundle of nerves.
In the barely two hours in between your head had descended into anxious chaos and not the kind that reared its head at the thought of going to bed with someone who wasn't right for you.
No, this was a head fuckery all of its own.
This was because Steve was right for you.
What you hadn't anticipated was that would make it all the more frightening.
What if you embarrassed yourself?
What if he wanted you to top and you ended up hurting him?
What if you made weird noises?
What if...?
What if...?
What if...?
'Hey, treasure,' that sweet, honey-tinted voice hummed as he pressed another kiss to your cheek, big arms curling around your waist from behind while he waited for you to lock the door.
With him back and wrapping you up in his warmth it was much easier to believe that you had just been freaking out over nothing. 'Ready to go?'
'So ready.'
Streets almost empty it was a nice, quiet walk with Steve's arms draped over your shoulders and conversation filled with muffled laughter in the night owl's respect for the early bird's sleep. By the time you reached your door, your anxious thoughts felt like a lifetime ago.
'This is you, then?' Steve asked, as you stopped in front of your door.
'This is me.'
A moment's pause grew around you as you opened your mouth to say the words - do you want to come in? - but the opportunity to ask them never materialised.
Drawn like magnets, the instant that Steve's gaze met yours again, you were moving towards each other; lips finding lips, arms snaking beneath coats, bodies flush against each other as you stumbled back against the wall.
In seconds you could barely breathe, moaning out the last of your stored up oxygen when Steve nipped your bottom lip between his teeth before taking your mouth with his tongue.
God, it was like heaven lived on those lips and you clung on to his shoulders for dear life as you turned to putty in his arms.
Somehow your leg found its way around Steve's waist. His hand gripped your thigh and held it there, pulling you as close as you could get.
A heavy broken off groan rumbled through you. You couldn't even be sure who's it was, the friction of Steve grinding on you robbing you of coherent thought. Instinctively reciprocating, your hips stuttered in finding their rhythm and with that one little stumble your head was tumbling back into a bottomless pit of self-doubt.
Pulling away wasn't easy when you were literally up against the wall but as soon as you were doing anything but leaning into him, Steve gave you as much space as you needed.
'You okay?'
His hand was on your cheek again, thumb caressing the same spot he had kissed over and over and for the first time, it hurt to be reminded of it.
'Yeah...' you tried to croak out but you weren't sure how convincing it was, 'I just...remembered I'm covering the morning shift tomorrow...today, now...I'm sorry, I've got to go.'
Before you registered that you were moving, you were in your apartment, breathless and feeling more broken than you ever had.
What the hell had you done?
--
You weren't covering the morning shift. That was a barefaced lie.
It crossed your mind to call in sick but your rent wouldn't pay itself. There weren't even any favours you could call in to swap a shift or two so you just had to suck it up and make your peace with the fact that you had to face Steve sooner or later.
When he walked in an hour earlier than he usually did, your heart was almost palpitating but you thought you managed to pull yourself together by the time he leaned in - a little more cautiously than usual - and placed a kiss on your cheek.
'How you feeling today?'
Everything about it, the careful, unintimidating set of his shoulders, the searching gaze, the furrowed brow as he took you in had all the hallmarks of a conversation with a capital C brewing and reliving the embarrassment of the night before wasn't something you could face.
'Fine,' you responded in a lot more chipper a tone than necessary before grabbing the basket full of cleaning products and making a break for the recently vacated tables. 'Clint's off so I'm cleaning tables today too.'
'Uh, okay. I'll see you later?'
'Sure,' you replied as you took off for the refuge of the farthest and most trashed table.
Over the next couple of days, you could honestly say that you had never been so productive in your life. Every time Steve stopped by with a foreboding aura of words to be said you found some excuse to avoid it - stocktaking, invoice writing, even cleaning the toilets! - because what else could you do?
Stand there in front of the nicest, hottest and probably most devastatingly experienced man you had ever met and fess up that you had run away in a frenzy of virginal freak out?
You wanted the ground to swallow you up just thinking about it.
Lost in such thoughts, you didn't hear the door to the office open behind you.
'Y/N?'
When you jumped out of your skin, Steve held both hands up in apology. 'Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.'
'No...it's...I was just...busy.'
Hands finding their way into his pockets, you couldn't have missed the disheartened expression that flashed across Steve's perfect features.
'Yeah, that's been a running theme these past few days.'
And God did it hurt to see it knowing that you and your own dumbassery had put it there. 'Listen, I just came to say that...if I came on too strong the other night, I'm sorry. I never meant to make you uncomfortable, especially after...'
Especially after all those assholes you saved me from, you wanted to say but couldn't push through the lump clawing at your throat. 'We can call it quits here if that's what you want. I understand.'
Taking your silence as approval he turned to leave. 'I'll see you around...if you don't mind that too much.'
See you around?
I don't want "see you around"!
I want "see you later", "see you in the morning", "see you at home"!
I want to see you in my bed all sleepy and sated, messy-haired and cuddly.
I want to see you every day for as long as I can!
I want you!
'Steve, wait.'
The crack in your voice sounded broken even to your own ears and when Steve turned to face you again he looked just as broken for having heard it. 'I don't want that, I don't want to call it quits, I don't, I just freaked out and I didn't know how to handle it and I think I love you and, it's all so big and, I've never done it before...'
Once the words started coming they came out all at once, tumbling through another string of "and I..."s before you could even process what you were saying. The only thing to stop the stream of distressed consciousness was Steve's arms wrapping around you and practically lifting you into his chest.
'Shhh, s'okay,' he soothed, 'take a breath.'
You couldn't be sure how long it took you to calm down but he held you for every second of it. 'I think I love you too, y'know,' he eventually spoke again, 'and...I've never done this either. Never wanted to be this close to somebody and it is big and scary but if we both want it, it's worth it, right?'
You nodded against his neck, heart doing somersaults at hearing your accidental confession reciprocated but it seemed Steve was a fast study at reading your mood. 'What's going on in there? Talk to me.'
With a deep sigh, you steeled yourself for the inevitable.
'Yeah, it's all those things and I want it but...when I said I've never done it before...I meant the "it". That's why I freaked out the other night, I just didn't know how to say it. I didn't want you to think...'
Steve pulled back, ran his knuckles over your cheekbone.
'Treasure, I'll never push you to do anything you're not ready for. We can go as slow as you want -'
Cut off as your lips crushed against his, Steve immediately melted beneath the heat that you poured into that kiss, moaning into your mouth as he felt your growing hardness meet his own.
'Does it feel like I want to go slow, Steve?'
He took you in carefully, clearly taken off guard by the sudden and vehemently certain turn the conversation had taken. 'I just don't want to embarrass myself.'
Gaze searching yours a moment longer, Steve took your hand and turned on the spot, leading you across the bar towards the door with strong, determined strides.
'Wanda, Y/N's taking the rest of the night off.'
He didn't wait for a reply, owner's privileges you figured.
And, right now as you practically limped along behind him, you couldn't say you were complaining.
--
Trying to keep your hands off each other in the back of the taxi was a little slice of hell but in twenty minutes flat you were bursting through your bedroom door. You were in Steve's arms before you were even over the threshold spilling deep, salacious moans into his mouth as he pressed you firmly against him.
'Sound...so good...treasure,' he managed to get out between desperate kisses, hardening painfully against your hip with every fresh sigh that left your parted lips, 'wanna hear it...on repeat.'
You felt Steve's lips smile against yours when you relaxed a little more into his embrace, hands untucking his shirt to explore the smooth skin and firm muscle beneath.
In a couple more steps you were tumbling onto the bed, laughing as you both stumbled and shuffled over the sheets in an attempt to avoid hitting the floor.
Steve slid on top of you, settling between your legs as he trailed hot, tingling kisses over your jaw. Slowly lifting your shirt, he looked down at you with that same honest expression as he had when he had asked if you thought you could trust him. 'This okay?'
You nodded, taking his hand and encouraging him to take things faster, helping to pull your shirt over your head. With a gravelly chuckle, Steve ventured lower, paying careful attention to your throat and collar bone before his tongue found each nipple in turn, taking note of each little moan as he honed in on what you liked.
Suddenly, Steve wearing so many clothes was the most galling thing in the known universe and you couldn't stand it for another second. Locking your legs around his waist, you held him in place as you stripped away his shirt and tossed it to the floor before reaching for his belt. Loosening his slacks you pulled them down as far as you could without moving, just enough to grab at his ass which, truth be told you had been borderline-disrespectfully ogling for weeks.
Steve moaned against your neck as you rolled your hips upwards and it did such wonders for your confidence that before you knew it you had pushed him off the bed, torn off his underwear and taken him deep into your mouth.
The groan that broke from Steve's lungs was guttural as you bobbed your head, running your tongue over his engorged tip. 'Ah...fuck...'
Following his moans like a map, you ran your tongue over every ridge and vein, on a path of discovery that left his thighs quivering beneath your fingers. 'Darlin'...wait.'
Taking your face in both hands, he gently eased you off of him with a hiss so gut-deep you could feel it through your lips. Your anxieties didn't get the chance to take root as you took in the man before you, all ragged breaths and shaky hands and, half-lidded eyes. 'Mm'not gonna be able to hold out if you keep doing that.'
The smile spread so wide across your face that your cheeks started to hurt. Steve lowered his mouth to yours, exploring the taste of himself mingling with your own as he rid you of the rest of your clothes.
When his hand closed around you, you were so wound up that you thought you might blackout. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he ran his hand from base to tip while his lips dusted kisses along the inside of your thigh. With each purse of his lips, he travelled lower and knowing where he was heading didn't prepare you in the least for him getting there.
The whine that barely sounded like you started a chain reaction of groans and whimpers, both yours and Steve's, each feeding off the other as words rolled off your tongue between broken off gasps.
With another one of those guttural moans, the sensation of Steve's mouth suddenly vanished, the motions of his hand giving way to slow disjointed caresses as he rummaged around on the floor.
'Damn it.'
'What's wrong?'
You sat up to find him picking through his clothes.
'I left my coat at the bar.'
'And that's a problem...?'
Raking his hand through his hair, he shrugged.
'When you said I could walk you home the other night...I mean, I didn't assume but...I'm a congenital over-planner.'
'Oh...' You replied as you caught on to his meaning before reaching into the bedside drawer and handing him a bottle of lube and a condom. 'Guess that makes two of us.'
Steve gave a little, almost amazed chuckle but his expression dampened as he turned the condom over between his fingers.
'First time around, it might be too much. We don't need to rush this.'
'I know.'
Settling his forearms either side of you on the bed, he gave you that deep, honest look again.
'If you don't want to do this, it's okay to change your mind -'
'Now you're being a congenital over-thinker,' you teased, taking his chin in your hand and giving him a gentle push before softening your tone. 'You scared?'
The building smile turned more serious as he shook his head.
'Don't wanna scare you.'
You could feel the unspoken again sitting between you and you closed the gap between you to stamp it out once and for all.
'You can't.'
When you ran your tongue along his lips, Steve eagerly parted them and let you in, leaning into you until you were beneath him again.
'Alright. But if we need to stop, we stop. Okay?' He breathed between heated, lingering kisses.
'Okay.'
Having heard the words, Steve didn't waste any more time, breaking away from you only as long as necessary to pop open the lube and coat his fingers. Lining the first up with your hole, he caressed the puckered skin until he was sure you were ready for him.
'Relax for me, treasure. I've got you.'
Your head fell back as he pushed inside to the first knuckle, refusing to budge until he was sure you were ready no matter how much you keened for more. 'S'okay,' he crooned in your ear as he peppered you with kisses along your cheeks before finding your mouth again, 'we've got all the time in the world.'
And oh, did he take his time. He worked you open one knuckle at a time, pulsing slowly in and out until you were ready to take a little more. One finger, then two, by the time you had two and a half of Steve's thick digits inside of you time had lost all meaning.
'Alright there, treasure?'
Stuffed full, you felt like a sweaty, dishevelled mess of a human being and it felt so good that you couldn't even put words to it. The best you could do was throw your arms around Steve's neck and kiss him stupid. 'Mm, shall I take that as a yes?'
You nodded.
'Want...you...'
'You're gonna be the death of me, aren't you?'
With one last kiss, Steve carefully removed his fingers and reached for the condom, positioning himself between your legs.
Watching him tear the packet open with his teeth might not have been a good idea, the image shooting straight to your dick. 'That's it, treasure. Nice and relaxed for me,' Steve gently encouraged as ran one hand calmingly over your stomach, using the other to tease your hole with his sheathed tip.
One careful push and he was inside you, filling you slowly to the rhythm of your mingled sighs. You gave yourself over to the delicious stretched out feeling as you clenched around him, relishing every inch.
All the time, Steve never stopped checking in, making sure you were okay and showering you with sweet praises. 'Feel so good...so perfect...never gonna take my...hands off you again...'
When he bottomed out, you had never felt pleasure like it, your back arching off the bed.
'Nnnnng,' Steve moaned into your ear, 'think I found your sweet spot, treasure.'
Grinding down into you sent you through the roof again, left you clinging on to him like a feral cat. Fuck, you didn't want to come too quickly but you couldn't help but get lost in the sensations pulsing through your body.
'Steve...gonna...can't help...Steve...Steve...'
'S'okay,' Steve reassured you, reaching down and curling his fist around you again, 'promise...I won't be far behind you...just feel it...'
Setting a steady and leisurely rhythm, Steve ground into you, nudging your sweet spot with every thrust as he matched it with his hand.
The tingle built at the base of your spine, making the muscles blanketing Steve tighten with every passing second.
And it was one more deep groan against your lips that pushed you over the edge.
Your vision blacked out as release washed over you, painting both your chests in its intensity.
As Steve had promised, he wasn't far behind you taking only a couple more shallow thrusts before he was shuddering against you, covering you with his weight.
Catching your breath, you looked up to find the half-lidded, messy-haired man that you had dreamed about looking as satisfied as you felt. 'You okay?'
'I am so okay,' you mumbled pulling him in for another smiling kiss.
'Better get you cleaned up,' Steve replied as he reluctantly lifted himself away, pulling out of you as carefully as he had entered, 'bathroom?'
'Down the hall on your right.'
A couple of minutes later he returned a wet cloth, having binned the condom along the way. He took great care in cleaning you up, making sure you were spotless before throwing the cloth in the laundry basket and pulling you under the covers.
'You getting sleepy on me?' Steve hummed, amusement rumbling in his voice as he cuddled you closer into his chest, running his fingers up and down your side.
'Sorry,' you mumbled back.
'Don't be. Go to sleep. When you wake up we can go get something to eat if you want?'
'You mean...your not...you're staying?'
'For as long as you want me to.'
Wrapping your arms tighter around him, you leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek for the first time.
'Then you'd better get comfortable because I'm not planning on letting you go.'
I love gifs like these. Because for just a moment, I can pretend that this really is Steve and the Howling Commandos - and remember back to a time when Steve might’ve had his moments where he really did laugh like that/ And despite everything going on around them and the less-than-ideal circumstances, the Commandos were a family - a band of brothers - who were happy alongside each other in their own way, and shared times like these, even if they were few and far between.
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