Trapped (Part One)
Summary: The reader has nightmares that she can’t explain. Can her new teammates help her make sense of them? Pairing: Steve x Reader Words: 1752 Warnings: Smut
A sense of claustrophobia washed over you as you looked at your surroundings. You stood amid 50s’ era furniture and as hard as you tried to move, you couldn’t. From behind you, you heard an evil laugh. “Feeling okay?” The voice behind you continued to cackle and you knew you couldn’t escape. The more you struggled, the more you felt your body become rigid.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the voice spoke again. As she came into view you were shocked at how normal she looked. Most of the villains you were used to looked, well, like a villain. This woman did not. She had on plain clothes and had long, curly brown hair that fell at her shoulders. Honestly, had you seen her around, you wouldn’t have thought twice about her.
Before anything else could happen, your eyes popped open. You looked around at your surroundings and were surprised that you were at home in your bed. That dream had felt so… real, so lifelike. You grabbed your phone that was lying on the pillow beside you and checked the time. Shit, you thought, I’m late for my interview!
You took a moment to take in the building in front of you. The Avengers Tower seemed to reach past the clouds, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of yourself helping others and working alongside such an incredible team. As you walked in, you were greeted by a receptionist, who told you where you would be meeting with Tony Stark. You couldn’t help but feel a tingle of nervousness as you walked in and saw the man who had built the Avengers from scratch.
“Look, I’m not here to waste your time, and if I’m honest I’ve got about a million things to do. I’ve seen what your capable of Y/N, and I want you on our team. Your assets would be incredible to us and could honestly help us out a lot. What do you say?” You had walked in just mere minutes ago, and after introducing yourself to Tony, Natasha, and Steve, Tony had very bluntly offered you the job. “I… yes?” You said, still reeling from the fact that Tony had wanted to meet not to give you an interview, but to offer you the position without a second’s thought.
But what had thrown you off more was Steve. You knew he was a big dude. For one he had super serum running through his blood, but secondly, you knew he spent a lot of time training. However, what was throwing you off more, was the way he was looking at you. When he walked in, he sat down, and his eyes ran you up and down. Not in a sizing-you-up way, as the other two were, but in a lustful way. When he caught you staring at his biceps, he couldn’t help but smirk, and you could swear his eyes kept themselves on your mouth.
“Y/N?” You heard Tony’s voice but it sounded far away. You realized you had been lost in thought, thinking about Steve and not about the job opportunity you were just given. “Sorry?” You said and watched Steve’s lips curl into a smile. “Would you like to see where you’ll be staying?” Tony asked again. “Oh, umm, yeah that would be great” you said, trying not to blush at the attention that was on you now. Focus, Y/N, you said to yourself. This was important, and Steve… he would have to wait.
“Great, so because I have to go, I’ll leave the tour to Steve. You got that don’t you?” Tony looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sure thing Tony, let me know if there’s anything else you need from me today; Y/N you can follow me.”
You’d felt it when you got onto the elevator: sexual tension you could cut with a knife. Steve focused his attention on the elevator door but when he cleared his throat for the third time in a minute, you knew he could feel it too. As the elevator dinged, you let out a sigh of relief. You followed Steve through the hallway where he showed you where everyone lived, and throughout the tour, you started to feel incredibly sexually frustrated. When Steve showed you the gym, you felt your mouth moving before your brain even registered what you were saying, “will you spar with me?” Steve seemed visibly confused by the question but humored you regardless. Your fists against the padding of Steve’s sparring gloves helped your body to relax a little, and you started to feel much better. That was, until you looked into Steve’s eyes and saw that they had turned hazy from lust at the sight of the sweat forming around your neck. This in turn, caused you to miss Steve’s glove and the sheer momentum of your punch had you on the ground.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. You turned so that your back was on the mat. “Ouch” you said, before giggling. Steve gave you a hand, and as you reached to touch it, you felt a spark of electricity. Feeling Steve’s hand clasped around your own, you knew you were done for. “You want to get out of here?” you asked, knowing that the sexual tension had somehow returned even stronger.
“You have no idea,” Steve responded, leading you out of the gym.
You didn’t know where you were going, Steve was leading you down hallway after hallway. Past the movie room, past the kitchen, past the other doors… he was going somewhere, and he was going there quickly. He stopped at a door, and opened it quickly, before saying “and this… is my room.” He led you in there, his hand in yours. He closed the door and locked it with one hand, while picking you up with the other. You were surprised at how easily he had done so, but instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You couldn’t help but kiss him, your movements sloppy and rushed. You wanted him – Steve – the man in front of you. And from the rushed and eager kisses of his own, he wanted you too. Your hands instinctively tugged and pulled at his short hair, wrapping your fingers around any strands that you could, your lips moved their way to his neck, kissing and biting him. Steve laughed darkly, before throwing you onto the bed. You pulled his tight shirt and quickly helped him with his pants. In one swift motion, you put your leg around his waist, and moved so that you were now on top. You continued to kiss and pull his hair and pulled away – ushering a sigh from Steve. Your lips trailed their way down his chest, past his eight pack abs, and finally stopped at his hips. You kissed one hip, while massaging the other, and then made your way down to his hard and long dick. Your lips sucked on his dick, starting at his shaft and making your way up to his tip. His hips bucked, but this only caused you to create this sensation more. Your lips teased him as they encased only his tip, and your tongue swiveled over him again and again. You removed your mouth, so that you could move your tongue down to his vein and massaged it, creating him to softly whisper “fuck”. Your mouth sucked softly on his skin before your mouth was fully covering him. You moved your way down to the floor, your knees now on the ground, and motioned for Steve to stand up. You felt his dick fill every inch of your mouth, and make its way down into your throat, causing you to slightly gag. Fighting the feeling, you let your tongue run its way over his shaft as his hips bucked once, twice, three times. You put your hand on his dick, and massaged his vein. As he continued to thrust his hips, you felt his movements become jerkier and less in sync with you as your thumb and forefinger massaged his vein over and over. Soon, you could feel his vein pulsing as your mouth was filled with his delicious cum.
As soon as you swallowed, Steve wrapped his arm around the small of your back and threw you onto the bed. You yelped with surprise as your body hit the bed and saw Steve’s pupils were completely blown. “My turn” he said, as he made his way down to your pussy. You had never felt anything quite like this. Steve wasn’t rushing through this, he was taking his time, slowly savoring every inch of you. You could feel his tongue, as he licked up to your clit. His movements were slow, so slow that you whined for him to move faster. His lips sucked on your clit and you instinctively grabbed the sheets, as you got closer to climax, his lips moved themselves off of you. You groaned with agony, and as soon as you did, you felt Steve’s fingers move inside you. His lips made their way onto yours and you moaned into his mouth because of how good he made you feel. His lips traveled their way down, stopping at your breasts. His mouth sucked and bit on your nipple and the sensation, combined with his fingers inside you, made your back arch. As soon as you did, Steve replaced his fingers with his tongue, and his thumb made small circles on your clit. Your hands instinctively pulled on his hair as his tongue went deeper, and deeper inside of you. The intense euphoria caused you to cry out and you could yourself climax as Steve lapped up your sticky sweet substance. You were absolutely spent, and it was because of the god-like man who savored every inch of you.
Before Steve could do anything else, there was a knock on the door. He instinctively changed into his tight t-shirt and jeans and reached for the door, opening it just enough that his head poked through. You could hear indistinct talking but not much more. Steve closed the door before looking at you, “duty calls unfortunately, is there anything I can get you?” He asked. You shook your head no, and he gave you a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. You lay on his bed a while longer, your only thought, I can’t believe that just happened.
