AN: Day 9 of Kinktober already! For the prompt ‘Shibari’ I decided to check in on DBF! Steve and his Babydoll. This takes place after His Little Dolly but before the plot I have planned actually happens. (Plot, in this series? My god!)
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Summary: Stressed due to your upcoming interview, Steve urges you to let him help you relax.
He led you through to the bedroom and you fell willingly into his arms as he started to kiss you and strip you of your clothing. You went just as willingly to the bed, ready for whatever pleasures he was going to wring from you, but you squeaked when he rolled you onto your front and pulled your arms behind you to cross the small of your back.
“What are you doing?” you asked, both a little confused and a little freaked out.
“Just relax, Babydoll,” he soothed, trailing kisses down your spine. “I promise you’ll like it.” You’d never had cause to distrust him before, so you tried to let the tension seep from your shoulders.
With one hand holding your wrists in place, Steve leant over and opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a hank of rope.
“W-what–” The tension spiked back up at the sight of the corded material.
“Ssh. I said ‘relax’, sweetheart.”
Relationship: DBF! Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Babydoll)
With a loud huff, you pushed your cue cards away from you and dropped your head into your hands.
“My brain is mush,” you complained. “I’m never going to get this job if I can’t get my thoughts in order.”
Having had enough of your parent’s well-meaning ‘assistance’, you’d told them you were heading down to the library for a change of scenery. However, that is definitely not where you were. Instead you’d ended up at your boyfriend’s house. Your secret boyfriend’s house. You wondered if you’d ever be able to tell them that you were in a relationship with Steve, given that he was your dad’s best friend. Although he was quite a few years younger than them, he was still way older than you, so you doubted that they’d take it well.
“I think you need to take a break, babydoll.” Steve’s broad hands landed on your shoulders, standing behind the chair you were occupying, and he started to massage the knots in your muscles. You tipped your head back to look up at him.
“Tell me honestly, Steve – do you think I’m good enough for Walker Industries?”
For a brief moment Steve’s eyebrows pinched together, but then he was smiling down at you. “Sweetheart, if anything, you’re far too good for them. I have a feeling your talents will be wasted.” He took his hands from your shoulders and moved around to your side, reaching out for you. “Now, break time.”
“But Steve–”
“No buts. I know best. I’ll let you come back to it, but for now, I’ve got the perfect way for you to relax.”
He led you through to the bedroom and you fell willingly into his arms. He started to kiss you and strip you of your clothing and you went just as willingly to the bed, more than ready to experience whatever pleasures he was going to wring from you today. However, when he rolled you onto your front and pulled your arms behind you to cross the small of your back you let out a little squeak.
“What are you doing?” you asked, both a little confused and a little freaked out.
“Just relax, baby doll,” he soothed, trailing kisses down your spine. “I promise you’ll like it.” You’d never had cause to distrust him before, so you tried to let the tension seep from your shoulders.
With one hand holding your wrists in place, Steve leant over and opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a hank of rope.
“W-what–” The tension spiked back up at the sight of the corded material.
“Ssh. I said ‘relax’, sweetheart”
You did your best to do what he asked as wrapped the rope around your arms, binding them together. It was tight, but it didn’t hurt.
“Wiggle your fingers for me? Good.”
He seemed happy with whatever he’d done, because the next thing you knew he was bending your left leg up until your heel met the curve of your ass and binding it into that position. He did the same with your right leg. You felt entirely trussed up and entirely vulnerable.
It was a very strange sensation, but also thrilling. Steve would be able to do whatever he wanted to you.
Using his strength, Steve pulled you back up, your weight spread over his lap as you rested on your knees. Trapped between you at your back, your hands fisted into his t-shirt to help you balance, but you needn’t have worried as your boyfriend held you firmly, one arm around your waist and the other groping at your breasts.
“So fucking beautiful, Babydoll. How’d I get so lucky?” He plucked at your nipples, even as the hand around your waist moved lower until his rough fingers were sliding through your folds to toy with your clit.
“Steve,” you sighed out as the pleasure started to grow and you let your head drop back onto his shoulder.
“Are you going to be my good girl and finally relax for a bit?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but at that moment he curled two of his fingers inside your pussy and all that came out of your mouth was a low moan. Your eyes fluttered closed as he continued to tease pleasure from your body, your worries about your upcoming interview forgotten. There was no way to escape or wriggle away – unless you wanted to land flat on your face – and something about that seemed to heighten everything you were feeling.
“Steve,” you whimpered again, turning your face into his neck so you could kiss his skin. “I’m gonna come.”
“Then come, sweetheart. Give it to me.”
You needed no more encouragement, coming around his fingers and uncaring of the mess you made on his jeans. Steve turned his head and tipped your chin so he could kiss you again as your body shuddered through your orgasm. When your shaking stopped, and Steve pulled back from the kiss, he drew his fingers from your pussy and pressed them into your mouth. Automatically, you sucked and cleaned them of your essence as he smiled down at you.
“I wonder,” he mused as he started to swirl his fingers over your clit again, “what other positions I could put you in.”
