While your dad celebrates his new promotion, you celebrate with his best friends.
Warnings: smut
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A.N: I wrote this at my parents house as they nurse me back to health from the flu. And now I just know I'm going straight to hell.
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The party was in celebration of your father being promoted at work. All his friends from work were at the house to celebrate with him. Drinks were flowing, laughter filled all spaces of the house, and little appetizers were passed among the guests.
"Where's your daughter?"
Your father waved a hand at his co-worker. "No doubt hiding in her room with her nose stuck to a book."
The two men laughed together. "Some things never change."
Little did your father know, you were in the bathroom with his two best friends.
"FUCK!" You gasped out as Bucky thrust up into you. Steve was quick to put his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans.
"Shh, baby, don't wanna get caught, do you?"
Bucky laughed as he continued to fuck you within an inch of your life. "I don't know Stevie, I think our little slut might wanna be caught."
With wide, pleading eyes, you shook your head as best you could under Steve's hand.
"No?" Bucky asked. "Well then, you better keep quiet, baby." Harder and faster, Bucky fucked you on the tiny bathroom counter. "Such a sweet fucking cunt." He gasped. "I'm gonna fill you up, sweetie."
Beneath Steve's hand, you tried to gasp out your wants. "What is it, baby?" Steve asked as he pulled his hand away.
"Need you, Stevie. Need your kisses."
"Awe," Steve cooed. "Of course, baby. Anything you want." With a hand on the back of your head, Steve both protected your head from slamming into the bathroom mirror and guided your mouth to his own.
As your climax approached, a knock sounded on the bathroom door. Steve broke a part from the kiss to call out. "Occupied!"
"Fuck, that excite you, sweetie? Nearly getting caught?" Bucky asked.
"She squeezing you?" Steve asked before you could answer Bucky. You loved it when they got like this, talking about you during sex like you weren't even there.
"Like a fucking vise." Bucky answered Steve.
"Gonna come," you whined.
Steve brought his thumb down to your center, rubbing your clit. "Come on Bucky's cock, baby. Make a little mess for us."
Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your climax hit you. Bucky fucked you through it with sloppy thrusts until he too, came. With his cock deep inside you, Bucky filled you up with his seed.
"Fuck," Bucky breathed out before he faced his partner with a sigh and a pat on the shoulder. "Be a good boy, Stevie, and clean our girl up."
As Bucky backed out from between your legs, Steve took his place. Kneeling, the blond male threw your legs over his shoulders and brought his face down on your center.
"Fuck, Steve," you hissed as quietly as you could at the first lick of his tongue. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as we worked his tongue along your center, slurping up every bit of yours and Bucky's mixed juices.
"Ya see how crazy you make us, baby?" Bucky asked. His storm blue eyes held your gaze. "Can't even get through your daddy's party without fucking your brains out."
"I-I love it," you gasped out. "Love you."
"I know, baby," Bucky answered gently. His hand came up to your cheek, caressing you gently as Steve feasted on you. "We love you too."
You grabbed onto Steve's head, pulling on his short locks of hair as you felt your second climax rise up. "Oh, OH!"
Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your throat. "Gonna come for Stevie?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Still, you frantically nodded your head. Your eyes clenched shut as you tried to hold off, wanting to extend your pleasure for as long as you could. "Come all over his face, sweets." Bucky ordered.
You couldn't stop your release from barreling through you. Your moans were cut off by Bucky clenching his fist around your throat for a moment before he let go, allowing you to gasp down the air your body so desperately craved.
With a last lick, Steve pulled away from your center and stood up, just as another knock sounded on the door. "Occupied!" He called out again. Both men waited a moment, listening for the person on the other side of the door to walk away before they returned their attention to you. "I think we're done here now, baby." Steve told you.
You pouted, and gave your tallest boyfriend your best puppy dog eyes. "But I didn't get you off."
Steve shook his head. "That's okay, baby, but we're running low on time before dear ol' dad starts to wonder where you are."
From behind Steve, Bucky leaned forward and kissed you. "We'll finish this tonight. Just tell your daddy that you're going to your friend Sam's house for the night."
"Sarah," you corrected with a smile, knowing full well your boyfriend's knew all the names of your friends and who was trusted with your dirty little secret.
"Right," Bucky corrected as you fixed your clothing in the bathroom mirror.
"Okay," you sighed before nodding to the door. "Coast clear?"
"Let me check." Steve answered before he pulled the door open wide enough to peak out. "Clear," he warned as he guided you out of the bathroom with a hand on your back. Steve closed the bathroom door once you got out, locking it behind you so he and Bucky could clean themselves up a bit better before rejoining the party.
"There's my girl!" Your dad bellowed as you turned the corner into the living room. "What were you up to?"
"Oh, just reading." You lied as you walked up to his side.
"Ah, just as I thought." You gave a little-that's me-shrug.
"Sarah called me and asked if I'd do a sleepover tonight. Is that okay?" You asked just as you saw your boyfriends rejoin the party out from the corner of your eye.
"Of course." Your dad easily agreed.
"Thanks, daddy." You pecked him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go pack my stuff." You admitted before walking off. You did your best not to jump as you walked by Bucky, who gave your bottom a little pinch.
"Good kid you got there," Steve told your dad as you disappeared up the stairs.
"She's my little angel." Your dad said.
"Sure is," Bucky said with a knowing smile that was lost on your father.
If only he knew how good of an angel you were when you were being fucked by his best friends.
The salt shaker oh my god. how about stepdad!eddie x dads!bestfriend x reader with the fire truck game. Leads to (smut reader doesn’t know it’s wrong )
*5 minutes after i googled ‘the fire truck game’*
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content: stepcest, dubcon, age gap, innocent!reader, bimbo!reader, corruption kink, fingering (f!receiving), degradation, like one slap
“have you ever played the firetruck game, yn?” eddie asks. you, him, and steve are all sat in the living room, similar to the last time steve was over.
“what’s the firetruck game?” you ask, looking away from your laptop and over to him.
“oh my gosh, i used to love this game when i was a kid!” steve chimes in once he gets the hint of what eddie is doing. “the game is simple and there’s only one rule” he says.
“i wanna play!” you smile. “what’s the rule?” you ask, turning to look between them both.
“the only rule is that you have to say ‘red light’ if you’re uncomfortable and want the game to end” eddie nods.
“okay” you nod softly, smiling.
“alright baby, we’ll go first to make sure you know how to play, okay?” steve smiles warmly. eddie is the first to touch you, setting his hand on your knee.
“is this the game?” you ask, looking over to him. he nods softly, slowly moving his hand up higher.
“it’s part of the game” he hums softly. once eddie’s hand gets up to the middle of your thigh, steve places his hand on your other knee. both men peek at you, waiting for you to say something. when they hear no protests, and see your cute little smile, they continue on.
eddie is the first to reach the place where your hip meets your leg. he takes your left leg in his hand, tugging it over his lap. only seconds later, steve is doing the same with your right leg. both men begin rubbing at the inside of your thigh, and you bite your lip to hold back your moan.
eddie’s hand trails farther until his fingers are brushing over your cunt. he’s pleasantly surprised to find a little growing wet spot on your panties. you gasp as eddie presses down on your clit, your hips jerking, causing steve to hold your leg tighter.
steve tugs your panties to the side, gently rubbing your clit with the pad of his fingers. the little whines and moans you let out travel through the two mens’ ears and straight down to their fat cocks. eddie swears quietly as the tips of two of his fingers breach your leaking hole.
you whine softly, arching your back as you buck your hips. “you’re so tight, baby” eddie whispers, shoving his thick fingers into your pussy until the rings were pressing up against the lips of your cunt.
“so responsive too” steve mumbles, pinching your clit and chuckling lowly as you shriek. “that’s a good girl” he hums when you moan as eddie presses his fingers against your gspot.
“please…” you whine quietly. this causes eddie to laugh at you.
“do you even know what you’re pleading for, you pathetic slut?” he growls, wrapping his free hand around your throat as he forces you to look at him. you whine, shaking your head quickly as you pout at him. “thought so” he chuckles, slapping your cheek.
“now just shut up and let us play our game… i haven’t heard ‘red light’ yet” steve growls as he gets to his knees before you on the floor.
Dbf!Steve Rogers is stuck in my head and he won’t leave. Whether he’s Cap or not.
CW: sfw, just plot ideas
He was a bit younger than your dad, but still noticeably older than yourself. They had been best friends for years despite Steve living a couple states over because of work and all, meaning the two of you are not that close outside of being friends on social media and the abstract birthday text. That is until you’re applying to grad program and of course one of the colleges is in his town. It’s a good program! Ignore the subconscious influence his most recent instagram post had on your decision making.
Surprise surprise when decision time comes around, out of the multiple programs you could have chosen from, you choose the one in his town. It’ll be nice to get to see him in person more often! It ends up being even more often than expected when Steve learns you’re still looking for an apartment to lease and… oh! He just so happens to have a spare room he’s more than happy to let you lease out (that he’s never going to let you pay for) since he’s gone for work half the time anyway.
AN: Here we go, party-people. Here is the third part of my DBF Steve, officially making it a Series by the rules of Jen. This is actually based on the original idea by the lovely @krissy25 which started the whole thing off. It also actually adds some plot, which I was not expecting. It is, however, still absolute filth
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Summary: You have to try and control yourself when your parents and you spend the day helping Steve building his new deck. The evening, however, is a different matter.
Relationship: DBF Steve x Inexperienced Reader
Word count: 4.3k
CW: AU: No Powers, Age difference (Steve 40s, Reader early 20’s), Soft Dark Steve, Power Imbalance, Secret relationship, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected PIV Sex (reader on BC), Pussy slapping, Breath-play, Under-negotiated kink, Mild Angst, Implied Somnophilia, Implied Cum eating, Steve Rogers Dirty Talk, Bimbo-fication.
This was going to be torture. You were going to be spending the whole day with Steve, which on the surface, sounded like a dream - you only usually spent snatched moments together. However, your parents were also going to be there this time.
Your Dad had gleefully announced three days ago that you’d all be spending Saturday at Steve’s house, having a cook-out while he and Steve worked on renovating Steve’s deck. So here you were, in the backseat of your Dad’s car as he drove the couple of miles across town to get there. You’d be so near but so far, and you had no idea how you were going to keep it together, especially since you hadn’t seen him in a week and he was still in possession of your toy-box.
The car lurched as your Dad pulled up outside Steve’s house, braking a little too hard, and you could almost hear his eyes roll as your Mom clicked her tongue at him. As they both got out of the car you put your best game face on and joined them.
It was a warm day, and determined not to be labelled as a ‘useless woman’ you’d eschewed your normal hot weather wardrobe of a sundress. Instead you’d put on sturdy sneakers, some denim shorts and a baggy sleeveless tee, intending to help out with Steve’s renovations. You hoped that if you were busy, you’d be able to distract yourself from being so close to what you wanted.
That plan went straight out the window almost immediately. The three of you walked up the path, but instead of heading to the front door your Dad veered off toward the gate that went directly into the back yard. He pushed it open, holding it for you and your Mom, and you followed her through it.
You came to a grinding halt as all thoughts were driven from your head.
Steve had already started working, and he must have been at it for a while because he’d already discarded his shirt and had a sheen of sweat over his body.
Your mouth went dry and you barely noticed the way you pressed your thighs together, your clit already throbbing with arousal. He looked like a god come to life.
Yes, you’d seen him naked more than once, but you’d never seen him like this in the bright light of day, just looking so masculine. Was there a name for this kink? The urge to just lick the sweat from his pecs was almost overwhelming.
“Sweetie? Are you okay?” Your Mom’s voice pulled you back into reality.
“Umm, yeah. I - uuh - just got something in my eye.” You blinked rapidly and rubbed at your right eye to bring credence to your story, but it seemed that your Mom wasn’t fooled. She leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially.
“He is rather distracting, I’ll grant you.”
“Mom!” You felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, and looked around to see if either your Dad, or god forbid Steve, had heard. “You can’t say things like that,” you hissed out.
Your Mom just gave you a wink. “Married, not dead, sweetie. Just don’t look at boys your own age like that - they might take it the wrong way and try to take advantage.”
You bit your tongue, desperately hoping she wouldn’t work out your secret just by looking at your face. Luckily you were saved by an unlikely ally when your Dad shouted out for your Mom’s attention as he tried to locate his tool belt. “I’m gonna go and get the cooler from the car,” you shouted, desperate for a few moments alone to compose yourself.
Spending all day with Steve was one thing, but spending it with him when he was topless, his skin kissed by the sun, and with him letting out little grunts of effort that reminded you too much of other noises? Well, you’d be lucky not to just orgasm on the spot and then the game would be up.
You jogged back down Steve’s front path to where your Dad’s car was parked at the curb. You popped the trunk, and were just leaning into it to lift out the cooler full of beer and meat for the cookout when a shadow fell over you.
You whirled around, coming straight into eye contact with the physique you’d just been admiring.
“Hey, Babydoll. You look a little warm. Something got you all flustered?” The way he teased you normally got you going, but given the current situation it just made you cross. You stepped away, needing space to breathe, and looked over at his smirking face. At least he’d thrown his shirt back over his shoulders, but it wasn’t buttoned and his chest was just there.
“You’ve done this on purpose,” you ground out, trying not to raise your voice and catch your parents’ attention.
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” Steve drawled mockingly, as he reached into the trunk and effortlessly picked up the cooler. “I just got a bit overheated while working and needed to strip off. Surely, you can understand that. And anyway, I’m just your Dad’s friend - not your type in any case.”
“Fuck you!” you whispered, full of both anger and arousal.
Steve stepped back up onto the sidewalk heading back towards his house, but he paused as he passed you, ducking his head to whisper in your ear. “Later, Babydoll. Later. And don’t go touching yourself when you go to the bathroom. I’ll know if you do…”
He walked away, and you gave yourself a few seconds to take in some deep breaths before following him back into his yard. He was already talking to your Mom when you got there, back to being the genial friend of the family.
“Thank you for bringing over the food and agreeing to come help out. I expected it to just be me and Twinkle-toes over there.” He jerked his head in your Dad’s direction, who pouted at the nickname, and your Mom threw back her head and laughed.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all, Steve. You’re like family. You know we think of you like a brother.”
Steve glanced over at you, and the look you saw in his eyes was in no way ‘uncle-like’. You shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of you had done - things that would probably make your Mom faint and your Dad go apoplectic.
There was only one way you were going to get through this day, so purposefully ignoring Steve you strode over to where your Dad was looking at the decking planks, a measuring tape in hand and a carpenter’s pencil between his teeth.
“How can I help?” you asked, and got stuck in.
Your plan worked to a certain extent. At least while you were helping your Dad measure and cut, or helping your Mom prepare the food for the grill. However, everytime you thought you had your equilibrium back on an even keel, Steve seemed to somehow know and would make a point of brushing past you or would stand in your eye line. He’d then tip his head back and drink from his beer, uncaring if any errant drops spilled from his mouth and trickled down his throat and chest. A few times you were tempted to disobey him - go to his bathroom and relieve the tension building in your core. You even wondered if you could sneak off to his bedroom and use his pillow to get yourself off, but you weren’t that brave.
The hours passed by fast despite each minute feeling like an eternity, and it was with a sense of pride that you realised that your assistance had actually been useful - Steve’s deck was almost complete. The railings on one side still needed to be put into place and the protective wood stain needed to be added, but all in all it was a success.
Now you were all relaxing on loungers, having filled up on burgers, wieners and your Mom’s potato salad, sipping on the remaining beers.
Your parents and Steve had been talking about local goings-on while you’d been daydreaming when Steve directed a question to you.
“So, d’you think you’ll have the energy to meet up with your girlfriends after all your efforts today?”
For a moment you were confused. You had no plans after this, let alone with any girlfriends, but then a lightbulb came on in your head. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’ve just gotta check if they still wanna go out. They weren’t sure, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it,” you turned to your parents, hoping they found it plausible. Your Dad just waved his hand.
“You’re a grown up now, sweetie. You don’t need to account for your movements to us. We know you’re sensible. And it won’t be too long now before you spread your wings and leave the nest completely - get that job you’ve been dreaming of.”
“Oh,” said Steve with interest. “What job is that?”
“Hasn’t she told you?” Your Mom sat forward in her chair, full of excitement. “She’s got an interview for an internship at Walker Industries. Our baby’s on the up and up.”
“Mom,” you groaned. “It’s not that glamorous. It’s really just glorified data entry.”
“But it’s a big company,” your Mom argued back. “International. And you’re smart and ambitious. You’ll be working your way up in no time.”
Neither her or your Dad seemed to notice how quiet Steve had gone - how his now dark gaze was settled squarely on you -, but you did and you couldn’t work out what it meant. Then, with a smack of his hands on his thighs, Steve stood up.
“Well, it’s been a long day and I really do appreciate the help and the company, but if Little Miss Social Life here has something planned, I’d best let you go.”
Your Dad looked at his watch and gasped, making some comment about time flying, and then you were all caught up in a flurry of activity and goodbyes. Your Dad checked he had all his tools and your Mom made sure she had all her food containers, despite Steve’s insistence he should keep them to wash up and return at another point. Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car heading home.
Twenty minutes after that you were under the shower, washing the sweat and dirt of the day off yourself and trying to ignore how every nerve ending in your body was on fire from the anticipation of what was to come. In another forty minutes, you’d tried on and discarded various different outfits, trying to find just the right one. It was proving difficult because your parents thought you were going out with the girls, so your outfit had to reflect that, but at the same time Steve preferred a certain aesthetic on you - loving you in little sundresses and flirty skirts. However, having emptied most of your meagre wardrobe over your bed and your floor, you finally settled on something that you hoped would work - a hot pink dress with spaghetti straps and skirt that swirled when you moved. You slicked on some light make-up, again trying to strike the balance right, grabbed your purse and jogged down the stairs.
You shouted a hurried ‘good-bye’ to your parents, who were cuddled up on the couch sleepily watching one of their favourite police procedural dramas, and finally made your way out of the door. While walking down the darkening sidewalk, your jacket slung over your arm, you checked your phone. You’d sent Steve an estimate of when you’d be ready and hoped he’d be waiting for you at the end of the block. There was no response to the text you’d sent to the number saved under ‘Janice’, and you started to feel nervous until you turned the corner and saw the vehicle you’d been on the lookout for.
Feeling a bit giddy, you skipped over, opening the passenger door and sliding in beside Steve. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He looked back at you, indulgently, and licked his lips.
“You look like a doll come to life, sweetheart.”
You preened under his praise. “I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smoothing the hot pink fabric over your legs.
“If I was less of a gentleman, I’d have my way with you here and now,” he growled, dramatically.
“And if you were more of a gentleman, I wouldn’t even be here,” you teased back.
“Brat,” he replied with a chuckle and a warning pinch to your thigh. “Behave.”
“Yes, Steve.” You pouted and batted your eyelids, and he chuckled again before putting his car in drive and peeling away from the curb. As he drove, you gave him sideways glances, studying his profile as you hummed to the music on the stereo and tapping your hands on your lap. The streetlights helped to highlight the streaks of grey at his temples, and you longed to run your fingers through it. You just had to be patient, though - it wouldn’t be long until Steve had you spread out on his bed and you’d have the chance to do just that.
Heat started to pool within you, the anticipation making you fidgety, and you let out a sigh of relief when Steve steered the car up his drive and into his garage. As soon as he killed the engine, he was making his way around your side of the car to open the door. He helped you out and then immediately took your face in his large hands, laying a demanding kiss on you. You squeaked briefly in surprise before leaning into it, your hands fisting his shirt for balance. You’d worn higher heels than normal and weren’t used to the change in your centre of gravity.
Steve smiled against your lips, sliding his hands down your body until he grasped your ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up, and dug your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He walked across the garage but didn’t take you through the door into the main house, instead heading out into his backyard. He lowered you slowly, your bodies sliding against each other until your feet hit the new planks.
“Why are we out here, Steve? We spent all day on this damn thing.”
He smiled at you in the moonlight. “Exactly, Babydoll. You helped me build it, so now you have to help me christian it.”
You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed, and then realisation hit. “Oh!”
Steve pulled you back into his embrace. “Oh, indeed,” he said, and then he lowered his mouth to yours again, demanding entrance and acting as though he was going to devour you. You gave back as good as you got, feeling desperate for his touch. “Today was so hard,” he muttered against your lips. “Every time you bent over in those shorts, fuck. There were moments where I almost didn’t care that your parents were here. I wanted to rip them from you and take you right here.”
“‘Wasn’t any easier for me,” you murmured back. “My Mom saw me staring at you - I think she thinks I’ve got a crush on you. Warned me not to look at boys my age the way I look at you.”
“As if you’d dare,” came the jesting reply.
Steve’s hand skimmed down your side until it reached the hem of your dress. It made its way under, his palm sliding over your thigh working its way up to your hip where it stopped, and he pulled back from your kiss.
“Sweetheart, have you come out without any panties on?”
You peered up at him, coyly from under your lashes. “Maybe…” It was your turn to smirk.
“Fuck,” he barked and then dropped straight to his knees, his hands throwing up your skirt so he could grasp your naked ass and pull you onto his face. His tongue found its way, unerring, between your folds and straight to your clit, giving you no time to prepare yourself.
“Steve!” you screeched before biting down on your lip, and grabbing hold of his head as you tottered on your heels. “Oh god!”
He was like a man possessed, slurping lewdly at your sex and alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of your spasming cunt. It was a vicious onslaught of pleasure that left you dizzy and out of breath. When he pressed two of his fingers inside of you without warning, you had to let go of him with one hand so you could bite down on the base of your thumb to stop from screaming in ecstasy. “Give it to me, Babydoll. I need you to make a mess.”
He stroked that special spot inside of you without pause, and sucked on your clit as your legs shook. There was a heavy feeling inside your core, like the building of an orgasm but different, as he kept up his pleasurable torture.
“Steve!” You gasped. “I…I’m gonna…what’s happening?”
He didn’t answer, just kept up what he was doing, driving you closer to the brink and also towards something unknown. When you came, it was with a massive release of pressure. Your body jerked in his hold, your eyes rolled up and you felt a wet flood between your legs. You heard Steve moan into your cunt, and then you heard the patter of liquid onto the wood between your feet. You felt like you were flying and sinking at the same time.
“What the fuck?” You slurred as Steve slowly rose back to his feet.
“You squirted, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.”
“I what?” You squeaked, unbelieving. “But isn’t that…” A feeling of shame started to wash over you, but Steve interrupted it, pressing one of his fingers to your lips.
“Yes, but also no. Don’t think too much about it, honey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of - it’s natural. Just means you were really turned on, and let me tell you, it’s quite the ego boost to do that to you. Made me even harder.”
His eyes narrowed and he took hold of your hand, so much smaller than his and placed it over the bulge in his jeans.
“It’s gonna make it a lot easier for me to slip inside that tight pussy of yours too. She’s so wet, ‘m gonna just slide right in. And fuck, it’s gonna make some beautiful sounds. Would you like that, Babydoll? Want me to stuff this fat cock into your hungry cunt? See if I can make you squirt again?”
His words hypnotised you and you groped at his cock, staring up at him with your mouth wide open and your eyes glazed with lust. Fuck, you could feel your cum running down your bare thighs. “Please,” you begged, your tone husky and full of need.
As if you were a rag doll, Steve steered you backwards until your back hit one of the completed portions of railing. He spun you to face it and then plastered himself against your back. The heat of him burned through your dress, and his breath tickled your ear. “I’m gonna take you right here and you’re gonna be good for me and take it. You’re gonna be quiet too - we don’t want Mrs Kennedy next door coming out to find out what’s going on.”
You heard the metallic snick of his fly being lowered and your eyes fluttered closed. Steve’s foot tapped yours and you widened your stance, taking hold of the railing for stability. Slowly, he pulled your skirt up above your hips and his cock nudged against your naked ass. Steve placed his left hand, fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you right where he wanted you as he guided his cock to the entrance of your cunt and then pressed in with one hard thrust.
You choked back your cry, your fingers tightening their grip on the wood in front of you.
“Good girl,” Steve praised, and he started to fuck into you with long, firm strokes. “Such a perfect little dolly, just for me.”
His right hand came up to the straps of your dress and bra, lowering them down your arms so he could free your breasts. The cool evening air blew across you, making your nipples peak, and you moaned low in your throat as Steve rolled each of them in turn, plucking and pulling at them in a way that was both painful and oh-so-good.
He fucked you languidly, building you up slowly. His left hand moved down and he drew lazy circles over your clit - enough to have you whimpering with need, but not enough to bring you to orgasm.
“I’m gonna fuck you just like this - slow and deep - until you feel like you’re gonna burst. I want you to come on me and fucking soak my cock like you did my hand. I want your cum to splatter all over this fucking deck. I want you to feel so much pleasure that you never want to look at another man.”
Your mind was hazy with lust, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. “Don’t want anyone but you, Steve. Make me feel so good.”
A small change in the angle of Steve’s thrusts had his cock rubbing over your g-spot the same way his fingers had earlier. The feeling of your orgasm building still felt strange, but at least you knew what to expect. You just didn’t know how you were going to stay silent, though.
He cruelly twisted one of your nipples just as he thrust forward and reedy warble left your throat. Steve responded by slapping your clit, and even as the sharp pain registered you heard the wet squelch as he did so, your squirt already starting to seep out of you as he continued his assault on your cunt.
“I said to stay quiet,” he hissed.
The pressure inside you was rising once more, and you knew you were close. “I don’t think I can,” you whined, and your body convulsed as he fucked into you. “I’m so close. Please, Steve. I… I…”
“Aawww, does my Babydoll need help?”
You bit your lip and nodded, unable to comprehend how he was going to do it.
Steve took his left hand from your clit and trailed the back of his knuckles up your side, then settled it around the base of your throat. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled in your ear.
“Yes,” was your whispered response. You trusted him with your life.
“Then take over touching that pretty clit for me and just relax.”
You let go of the railing with your right hand and did as he asked, feeling how soaked you were as you started to play with your clit. As you started to crest higher, unable to hold back little pleasures squeaks, Steve resettled his left hand on your throat and began to lightly squeeze. Your noises stopped as your airway was constricted. Everything within you was concentrated on the feeling building in your cunt, and as black spots began to form in front of your eyes, your body began to tremble.
When Steve let go of your neck, your orgasm exploded out of you. His hand immediately clapped over your mouth, leaving you to breathe out your scream through your nose as you jerked on his cock like a puppet on a string. The gush of liquid that erupted from your cunt flooded over your hand and onto the deck like a waterfall.
“Fucking god,” Steve exclaimed, the movement of his hips finally speeding up as he chased his own release inside your spasming channel, adding his own cum to the sticky mess leaking from you.
You collapsed against him, unsure how you were even still upright after that. Another whimper left you as Steve pulled himself from your body, but he immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you inside, walked up the stairs, and placed your exhausted body on his bed. When he didn’t immediately lie down next to you, you blinked your eyes open. “Steve?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” he assured, and you watched as he pushed down his jeans and briefs. Your eyes widened when you realised they were sodden.
“Oh my god! Did I do that?”
Steve grinned as he climbed naked onto the bed and crawled over you. “You did and don’t you dare apologise. Whenever I wear them from now on I’ll think of you and how fucking sexy you are. Now you rest for a bit. I have more plans for you, and I need to make sure you get home at a plausible time.”
You pouted as you took in his words. This was the thing you really hated about your relationship - if you could call it that -, you couldn’t just curl up next to him and stay the night the way you wanted to. Would you ever be able to be open about your relationship, or was it doomed from the start?
However, your body was totally wrung out from Steve’s ministrations, and it wasn’t long until you fell into a doze, your body pressed up against his.
Steve looked down at you as you took your rest. You looked so innocent - so young - as you slept. He shouldn’t want you this much, but he did, even if he’d go to hell for it. He’d burn the world for you.
When your mother had announced you were hoping to work for Walker Inc, it had taken all of his self control not to stand up and forbid it. Who was he to do so? Besides, it wasn’t your fault that Walker was a grade A ass-hole.
Steve had no doubt that you’d ace the interview, so he’d just have to hope that the CEO didn’t notice you. If he did, the sleazeball would have no qualms about trying to take advantage of you. A little voice inside his head pointed out that he’d already done just that. He batted it aside. The difference was that he cared for you. Walker cared about nothing but himself.
You let out a sleepy little noise as you snuggled into his side and he turned back to you. He’d give you another half an hour, and then he was planning to feast on your messy pussy. That should wake you up with a smile. Then he’d watch you bounce on his cock, like the little dolly you were.
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Summary: your father’s best friend is there for you when you have your heartbroken.
Word count: 1,131
Warnings: fluff. angst. heartbreak. Steve falling in love. legal age gap. cheating (ex boyfriend)
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Your boyfriend - correction ex-boyfriend had sent you a text message telling you that he had cheated on you, and he was breaking up with you to be with her. A whole paragraph he had sent you, a whole paragraph telling you how much better this girl was than you, how much prettier and better she was in bed, a whole paragraph explaining what you had done wrong to make him cheat, and then also telling you not to contact him again now that he was happy. You read the whole message with tears in your eyes and falling down your cheeks, heart breaking into little pieces at reading it. Not had he broken your trust by cheating on you but he hadn’t even had the audacity to break up with in person.
Sending him ‘ok.’ before throwing your phone to the other sofa, you buried your head into a cushion and released a gut wrenching cry. You felt stupid for crying over a cheater but you had been with him for three years and he threw all that away for a girl he had met on a night out with his friends a few weeks ago.
You had lost track of how long you had been crying over him, lost in your own despair and devastation that when you felt a hand on your shoulder you screamed.
“I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean- hey, why are you crying?” It was Steve. Your dads best friend, and the man you had been harbouring a crush on since you turned eighteen, the man who cried on your shoulder three days after you eighteenth birthday when he fiancée had left him for someone else.
“I-I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Why are you crying?” He asked again, his ocean like eyes moving around your body looking for signs of injuries.
“It-it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does sweetheart. Come on, tell me”
“He cheated on me and then broke up with me to be with her.”
Steve sighed, he had always hated your boyfriend from the second he had met him. He thought - no, knew that you deserved so much better than that boy, you truly deserved the world. Steve wasn’t so sure of when he started seeing you in a different light - he knew it was as soon as you turned eighteen, he always knew you was beautiful having the resemblance of your mother but something changed after your birthday. His heart would tingle whenever you were near him, his thoughts would be surrounded on you. He knew it was wrong, he had known you since you were twelve years old, if your dad knew of his feelings he wouldn’t hold back on his punches and the blond knew this.
“Sweet girl, he doesn’t deserve those tears”
“I-I know but I loved him. I loved him so much” Steve inhales the sweet smell of your shampoo as you laid your head on his chest, his hand rubbing circles against your back as you cried into his shirt, soaking the material. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. You deserve someone so much better than him.”
“Like you?” He heard you mumble.
“Yeah like me but younger”
“Why younger?” You ask, lifting your head up - searching his eyes for answers.
“I… I’m a bit too old for you darling.”
“Your a year younger than my dad-“
“Exactly. I’m old” You chuckle at his words, he might be older than you but he didn’t look it, didn’t act like it. Definitely didn’t look older either.
Steve wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumbs, stroking your cheeks softly as you looked into his eyes. You didn’t notice straight away that you were leaning in, or that you stopped just inches away from his plumb, inviting lips but Steve does. His eyes bounce from your eyes to your lips, lightly licking his own, he asks you silently if you are sure you want this your head nods, Steve closes the gap between the two of you. Both sighing in content the moment your lips touch, the kiss you two share is sweet and soft and when it’s time for the pair of you to pull away from one another, you smile shyly.
“Was-was that okay?”
“Better than I ever imagined.” You admitted, his shirt being scrunched up in your fist - not wanting him to move back from you.
“You are so beautiful Y/n, so so beautiful. But we can’t do this again” he says it even though it pains him to speak those words.
“Why? I’m an adult-“
“You’re upset. You’ve just found out what that bastard did and you’re confused-“
“I’m not. I mean I’m upset but I’m not confused Stevie, I want this. I want to be with you”
“Sweet girl-“
“I love you Stevie. Don’t… don’t you love me too?”
“I do. God knows I do baby but… I, we know your father will hate this.”
“All my dad wants is me to be happy, and you will make me happier than I’ve even felt, I just know it and he’ll understand”
“Before or after he beats me to a bloody pulp?” He asks chuckling. Pushing the few strands of hair away from your face to behind your ear.
“After, obviously” you chuckle along with him. “I want to be with you Stevie”
“I want to be with you too sweet girl”
“I thought you’re too old for me” you smirk, pulling him in for another kiss.
Steve nods, giving you a soft smile that made your heart flutter. “That’s right but that doesn’t mean I can stop the feelings I have around you and only for you.”
When your dad found out - two months later - that you and Steve were dating, his first reaction was to attack Steve, naturally. But he saw the difference in you, you was smiling and laughing more, you were more confident and content than you were when you was with you ex - who by the way had messaged you a week after he broke your heart telling you it was all a mistake, that he wanted you back and throwing empty promises after empty promises to you.
Your dad found it weird that his best friend was dating his daughter but didn’t get in the way of your happiness just like you knew he would. He watched you and his best friend laying on the grass looking up at the stars one night, knowing that Steve was telling you their names and the stories behind them, he just knew that you was safe and loved by Steve.
He was just happy that you had finally met your other half. Even if it was his best friend.
Firm hand
dbf!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: spanking
Summary: Steve gives you a lesson about following his rules.
A/N: Another fic for kinktober with Steve this time.
Silence.
It's loud and sharp. The traffic outside is muffled and seems far away, even when a honk breaks through the rumbling of the cars. You focus on nothing but the deafening silence that follows your words. You focus on the man who stands before you with a hard expression on his face and dark eyes.
You went too far.
You were silly enough to take another step, and now you are at the edge.
Will you fall?
"Steve?" You say his name when he does nothing.
Silence.
You lick your lips, wanting to say something else, but in the end, you decide against it. You don't want to annoy him more. You have done enough already.
It started innocently. Steve waited for you with breakfast when you woke up an hour ago. He was happy and sweet as always. You can't even tell when you two started teasing each other. His laugh was deep and comforting. Your joking went on and on until the point you became too daring. To be honest, he warned you. He told you to stop or else. And did you listen? No. You didn't because it was too much fun. You continued because you liked seeing the line of his jaw hardening, his baby blue eyes darkening, and his long fingers tightening into a fist.
You silly, silly girl.
"To the couch," he speaks up suddenly. His voice booms into the silence, making you jump and scurry toward the furniture.
Your heart beats in your throat while the excitement and slight fear rush in your veins.
Your ass barely touches the soft cushions when he opens his mouth again. "Did I say you can sit down?"
You stand up but don't answer. Your throat is too tight to do so.
"Did I?" He asks again.
"No," you reply. Your voice is barely louder than a faint whisper.
You watch him through your lashes as he goes around the couch to sit down in the middle. Your gazes meet for a second before you look down to the ground.
"Come here," he orders you again, and you frown. You are already in front of him.
"I don't understand," you voice your thoughts when he doesn't react to your confused expression. He forces you to speak.
Still staring at you, he pats his grey sweatpants-covered thighs.
Does he want you to sit on his lap?
You doubt it.
With an impatient sigh, he holds up his hand for you to take, and when you do, he pulls on you without a second thought.
"Steve!" You squeal out his name, falling over his legs. You try to brace yourself, pushing against the couch to stand up, but his arm on your back doesn't let you move.
"Stay," Steve says. His hand stays on you until you stop squirming. Slowly, you let yourself relax, making peace with the fact that you are on Steve's lap with your ass in front of him.
The thought of him spanking you makes you shiver with anticipation.
"What are you doing?" You ask him. Your voice is muffled by the thick fabric of the couch.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson."
You gulp. "Why?"
"Why?" He asks back. His large palm lands on the back of your thigh. Your sleeping shorts do nothing to hide you from his intense eyes. "You tell me."
"Because I was rude?"
He laughs. You feel the humorless rumble in your belly. "No, little girl. You've always had a big mouth."
"Oh." He is right.
"Do you have any other guesses?"
You try to find another reason why you ended up in this situation, but besides the teasing, you are in the dark.
"When did you come home last night?"
"After midnight."
"And what did I say before you went on your little date?" There is a mockery in his voice when he mentions your date.
"I have to be home at ten. Sharp."
"That's right. And what did you do when I brought it up a few minutes ago?"
You have to force yourself to let go of your lower lip. It's red and swollen from biting it so much. "I laughed at you."
"And what did you say?" His palm is warm on your skin. Even though his touch is soft, you are tense under him.
"That I'm too old for curfew."
"Do you think you are too old for a spanking, too?"
Yes.
"No," you breathe out.
"What do you think, Y/N, how many spankings do you deserve for breaking my rules?"
Oh god.
"I don't know," you admit. You have never thought about how many spankings you want from Steve. Shame.
A gasp leaves your mouth when he janks down your shorts. You reach back automatically, but your hand meets Steve's, who grabs your wrist and holds it on your waist.
"Did I tell you you can move?" The man asks. His voice is hard and sharp. Your thighs clench and Steve smirks even though you can't see it. His eyes sweep up and down on your body. The panties you wear barely hide the soft curve of your ass. It's plump and ready for marking.
When you don't answer, he doesn't wait anymore. He can't find strength in himself.
The sound of his palm and your skin meeting is loud and sudden. A gasp escapes your lips, and heat flares inside you.
"When I told your father you could spend a few days here, I promised him I would watch after you."
Smack!
"It means you follow my rules."
Another slap lands on your bottom.
"It means you don't go on dates with stupid boys who can't bring you home on time."
Smack! Smack!
He keeps on talking and spanking, and soon, your ass is stinging, and tears drip down your cheeks. You try to wiggle off, but his other hand keeps you in place.
"Don't." Smack. "Move." Smack.
"Steve," you whimper. "Please."
You lost control over your own body a long time ago. The soft skin of your bottom hurts and burns but your clit throbs with every slap.
"Please what?" He asks. Another slap. "What do you want?"
What do you want? You have no idea.
You want him to stop. You want him to continue. You want him to slip his hand lower.
You want to answer. You really do, but every time you open your mouth, you moan and groan from the pain and pleasure. Your mind is dizzy and full of inappropriate thoughts that are centered over Steve.
"Nineteen," Steve says after a slap. Then another lands on your sensitive skin. "Twenty."
Then it stops.
Your breath is ragged and heavy. The ache between your legs and the throb of your butt mix to the point you can't tell them apart.
"Are you still too old to follow my rules?" Steve asks after a while. His large hand lands on your bottom again, but this time his touch is soft and light. Your skin is hot under his gentle caress.
"No," you sob. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, sweet girl," he smiles. "It's all forgiven."
But you continue to wriggle without the purpose of standing up. You desperately need some friction between your legs. Steve's smile turns into a smirk. His eyes slide from your ass to the wet stain on your panties. You are soaked. His cock throbs under you.
"Do you have something else to say?" He asks. His gaze is still between your legs. "Do you want to confess something?"
"I can't," you whimper.
"Then I can't help you," Steve sighs with feigned sadness while grabbing your arm and making you stand up. Your eyes are bright and red, and your face is wet with tears.
"What?" You gasp. You need his support to stay on your legs, especially when you see his hard length under his pants.
"If you don't tell me what you want, I can't do anything," he explains. The hardness of his handsome face is replaced with a humorous glint in his eyes.
You want to force yourself to speak up, to admit what you want, but the moment you open your mouth knock comes from the entrance door.
Jumping at the sudden noise, you almost fall because your shorts are still around your knees.
Your dad. He is here to pick you up. And here you are, horny and hurt in front of his best friend. Shame heats up your skin, but it still doesn't stop the ache of your pussy. Excitement ghosts along your spine.
Steve stands up, swatting your ass one last time as he speaks. His voice is hard and firm again. "Go and get ready. And don't dare to touch yourself until you can't tell me how wet your cunt is because of me."
pairing: dadsbestfriend!steve rogers x wilson!fem!reader (modern au)
summary: steve has noticed your crush on him for a while now, and he decides it's time to have some fun with it. not even caring that his best friend, your father, was only a few feet away.
word count: 4.6k
warnings: smut, age gap (reader 21, steve 45) playful teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, daddy kink, innocence kink, dumbification, public fingering, mile high club ?, panty stealing, finger sucking, degradation, praising !!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI !!!
notes: i'm in love with dbf!steve so i just had to write this. also this has been sitting in the drafts for long enough. i hope you all enjoy ! 💗
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It was tough being a Wilson. There were so many expectations you had to meet, events you were dragged to alongside your father, moments you missed out on with friends.
But one of the hardest was having constant contact with none other than Steve Rogers.
You shouldn't have a crush on your fathers best friend, but it was hard not to.
Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His adorable smile, his piercing blue eyes, the fact that he towered over everyone with his 6’4” frame.
The first time you met him was right before you left for college, at the going away party your father insisted on throwing for you. With a neatly wrapped present in hand, he stepped into the foyer of your family house and instantly took your breath away.
It didn't help when he greeted you- his warm palm placed gently against the small of your back, pulling you into him; while his lips placed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek. Thankfully your dad wasn't around to take notice of you unfolding into a stuttering mess.
Ever since that day, you were smitten by him. Always wondering how he was doing, if he might be seeing someone- but more importantly how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body. But you knew due to the age difference, as well as him being buddy-buddy with your dad, that nothing would ever happen between you two. So you did your best to just ignore him. Thankfully, you had college classes to aid you in your efforts. Though those efforts would soon come to an end.
Living in your own studio apartment, a few blocks away from campus, you were packing up your belongings to head back home. It was the end of your junior year and as per the agreement you made with your father, you had to leave D.C and head back to New York to spend time with him during the summer.
Going back to the city wasn't all that bad. Being the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer for Stark Industries had its perks. Your own personal driver, unlimited spending sprees, constant fine dining, you enjoyed the spoiled life.
But one thing you couldn't get used to was the endearing man who awaited you back in the city. You just couldn't shake the nervousness that filled your body knowing that you were going to reunite with Steve. He had this friendly, yet intimidating demeanor that always took you by surprise. The way he’d look at people, you swore he was searching into their souls in order to find some unspoken secret about themselves.
During the flight back home, leaving Howard University behind, your thoughts were continuously plagued with the blonde Adonis.
Once your plane landed, you made your way to baggage claim to grab your belongings before heading out to the terminal entrance. You stood there waiting for your usual driver, Peter, to come and pick you up as scheduled.
You were switching through apps on your phone when suddenly you noticed a black town car pull directly in front of you. Before you had the chance to move out the way, the backseat window pulled down, causing you to gasp at who was revealed to you.
“Everytime I see you, little one, you keep getting bigger and bigger. I’m gonna need to find you a new nickname.”
Steve beamed at you, the smile reaching his eyes. He reached for the door handle before stepping out of the vehicle, alongside his own driver. You were so focused on the man in front of you, you didn’t realize your luggage was being transported into the trunk.
“H-hi Steve,” your words fumbling out due to the effect he still had on you.
He peered down at you, both hands resting on his hips. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is a ‘hi’?” Before you could respond, he pulled you into him, your face buried into his firm chest. You absentmindedly breathed in his aroma, the scent of his cedarwood cologne made you feel dizzy with want.
Even in his usual attire of a three piece suit to assert his power as C.O.O, you could still feel the taut muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. The feeling made your clit throb, forcing you to suppress the moan threatening to bubble out.
Steve pulled away from you, but kept you close, close enough to where you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “How was your flight? I know how you don’t like flying that much.”
“Everything was fine. Still a little anxious,” you began, not daring to look the blonde in his eyes, “but glad to be back on the ground.”
Steve noticed your lack of eye contact, a smirk trying to make its way across his features- because he knew all about your little crush on him.
Whenever you were back home from college, he couldn’t get enough of your wandering glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your breathing would become erratic, your pupils blown, anytime he’d look directly into your eyes or down at your soft and enticing lips.
His flirtatious and intense demeanor was intentional- he just loved watching you squirm. The way your bottom lip would get caught in between your teeth, your thighs slyly rubbing together to try and quell the ache between them whenever he was in your presence. Your nervousness and obvious desire-filled gaze only spurred him on.
He knows that you’re his best friend's daughter, but his cock would strain against his pants anytime he was near you.
Steve would make sure to be there anytime you came back home from university, putting priorities on the back burner, just to be in your presence.
Hooking his index finger, he used it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. “Don't worry little one, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe and sound,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.
You stood there locked in a trance with Steve. You couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the proximity of his mouth near yours. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against yours ran through your mind as per usual.
Steve quickly pulled away from you and opened the car door, acting as if nothing had happened, “Well, as much as I’d like to spend some more time with just the two of us, your dad awaits.”
Snapping out of your perverse thoughts, you clambered into the vehicle with Steve following close behind.
Once inside, he ordered his driver to head to your fathers penthouse, then raised the partition, giving the two of you privacy.
You tried to keep your heart rate steady but was finding it difficult due to Steve being so close to you. His warmth radiated off of him, making you feel absolutely cozy in the confined space.
Steve watched as you stared out the window, the angle allowed him the glorious sight of your elongated neck. All he wanted to do was trace his lips against it, hearing your moans of desire.
Leaning over, he placed his palm against the back of your hand, the action making you jump.
He couldn’t control his chuckle at your reaction, “Sorry to scare you little one, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You tried to respond, but the feel of his warm palm added with his thumb slightly stroking your hand had you at a loss of words. So you did the only thing you were confident you could do, and simply nodded at him.
The rest of the car ride to your father was silent, except for your slight heavy breathing. All you could focus on was the feel of his hand, and how it never left your own for the rest of the journey.
After arriving home, you reunited with your father, the moment brief due to him being called back into the office.
You made your way towards your childhood room to get changed for dinner that he had planned for your return that night.
Summer in Manhattan was humid, so you opted to wear a cream sundress, the silk material stopping right at your mid thigh.
When you were finally dressed, you went downstairs to meet Peter who would be escorting you to the restaurant. “Evening, Ms. Wilson,” the brunette squeaked towards you while holding the backseat door open.
“I’ve told you this a million times Peter, you can just call me (Y/N).”
“Sorry ma’am- (Y/N).” An apologetic look etched on his face made you smile.
It was only a five minute drive before you were stopped in front of the establishment. Once you stepped inside and gave your name to the hostess, you were directed towards the back of the restaurant. There your eyes landed on not one but two gentlemen.
“Hi dad,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek, “Steve.”
With Sam in his presence, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel every inch of your delectable figure. So he kept it minimal and stuck to his usual greeting, a hand to the small of your back and a peck on the cheek. “Hey (Y/N). Sam offered for me to tag along, if that’s alright with you.”
Dinner went smoothly. The air filled with laughter and your father’s usual exaggerated stories. You were finishing up your dessert when your father slid an envelope towards you, showcasing a toothy smile.
“What’s this?” you pondered, thumbing the envelope open.
“Well, you finished junior year on the Dean’s List, again. So I thought you deserved this.”
Opening up the envelope, you reached inside and was greeted with airplane tickets. Looking at the details, you realized they were round trip tickets to Saint Lucia.
You couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement at the gift. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Launching up, you embraced your father and felt his own laughter rumble out of him.
“Don’t thank me, it was a team effort,” your father began, nudging the blonde in the shoulder, “We both thought you could use the vacation before you started senior year.”
Unlatching yourself, you went over and repeated the same actions towards Steve. “Thank you Steve.”
He felt your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress against his chest. The feeling made him desperate to know how they’d feel against his tongue. “It’s no problem, anything for you doll.”
Once you sat back down, you looked at the flight details and saw that there were 3 boarding passes. “Oh, are you coming with us Steve?” Hope clearly evident in your voice, making him smile.
“Yeah, just like you, I could use the break. Time away from the office is just what we need, right Sam?” Steve joked with your father while he nodded in agreement.
He watched Sam excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you at the table. Steve watched you as a smile was plastered on your face while you read the itinerary.
You felt an intense gaze on you making you look up, meeting Steve’s glance. “T-thank you again, Steve. I’ve always wanted to go here.”
Steve shone a sincere smile at your comment. Reaching out, he placed a hand against your exposed left thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to your core. He began to subtly stroke the soft expanse of your thigh, each rise getting closer to your warmth.
“Anything for my best girl,” he cooed, admiring the way his simple action had you frozen in your seat. “You stay in school, get amazing grades, you’re never in any trouble. Such a good girl for your father. I am so proud of you princess.”
The sudden praise that left his lips caused you to squeeze your knees together, trapping his fingers in between your thighs. You thought he was going to remove them, but he just squeezed the flesh between his hands. It was when you felt his pinky trace against the dampened crotch of your panties, that you let out a breathy moan. The sound raised the hairs across Steve’s body and made his dick twitch in his slacks.
Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam emerge from the bathrooms and head back towards them. Steve removed his hand and stroked his beard, acting as if nothing had happened.
“So (Y/N),” Sam began as he sat back down, “You thought about all the things you wanted to do once we’re down there?”
Steve watched as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still too flustered at his actions.
While you were conversing with your father, Steve brought the pad of his moist digit to his mouth, elusively tasting your essence that clung to his finger. It was only a drop, but your sweetness quickly sent him into a frenzy, and he knew he needed to taste you a little bit more.
It had been 3 weeks since that dinner and you were heading towards the airport, sitting next to your father. Your father insisted on taking a red eye flight so that you could arrive at Saint Lucia in the morning, planning for the sun to greet you when you all land on the island.
Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, you were greeted with the sight of Steve.
Forgoing his usual attire of tailored suits, Steve was dressed in a pair of fitting blue jeans. A navy bomber jacket fit snug around his arms overtop a white tee that defined every ridge of his muscles underneath.
“You two ready to start our vacation?”
After dropping off your luggage and showing your boarding passes, the three of you made your way towards first class. Upon inspection, you saw that two seats were together in their enclosed space, leaving one to be seated by a stranger.
“I can sit with (Y/N),” Steve piped, “You know how anxious she gets when flying.”
“Thanks man,” your father said before turning to you. “It’ll only be a couple of hours, okay?”
You nodded along to your father, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”
Steve helped you put your carry on in the overhead compartment before sliding in beside you.
The exhausted flight attendants did their required monologues before the aircraft took off, lifting you into the sky.
You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut and you were grasping onto the arm rest until Steve caressed your hand. “It’s okay princess, the hard part is over. You can relax now,” his smooth voice calmed your frayed nerves, allowing you to sink into the plush seats.
The stewardess began to pass out blankets to every occupant before powering down the overhead lights, the plane darkened only being lit with various phone and laptop screens from other passengers.
“These blankets are pretty big, do you wanna just share one?” Steve questioned, hopeful that you would say yes, which you did.
He draped the material over your lower half, making sure you had plenty of room before covering himself.
You sat up and looked towards your father, who was already fast asleep. “Of course he’s already down for the count. He can sleep through anything.”
Steve looked over to make sure his best friend was sound asleep before filthy thoughts plagued his mind.
“You know, if you want,” Steve began, leading his hand under the blanket to rest upon your bare thigh, “I know of a way that could get you to sleep soundly.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the man. “Steve, I-“
“Shh, princess. Don’t want to wake him up now do we?”
You shook your head at him while trying to not squeeze your thighs once more.
“I know all about your little crush on me. You think I can’t tell how wet I make you with just a simple look.” Steve began to caress your thigh making your body feel hot from his touch.
“You can’t even look at me without turning into a stuttering mess,” he mocked you, his teasing touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.
He leaned towards you, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear while his breath danced along the nape of your neck. “Y’know, you may be a smart and studious girl, but to me you’ll just be a dumb little slut that I have wrapped around my finger.”
A loud gasp escaped your lips at his crude words before you could clamp your hand over your mouth.
Steve removed his hand from you once more causing a pathetic whine to leave you, but still maintaining his close proximity. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you silently begged him to keep his previous motions going.
“If you want it, I need to hear you say it,” he whispered to you, “Beg for it.”
Your chest rapidly rose and fell due to the events unfolding. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for for years, now that you finally have it, you weren’t going to pass it up.
“Please, Steve. I need you. Please touch me.”
Upon hearing your pleas, Steve twisted his body to bring his left hand down towards your legs, his right hand intertwining with yours. Moving his hand underneath your skirt, he was met with the same wetness he felt back in the restaurant.
“Be quiet, don’t make a sound, or I’m removing my hand and you’ll have to finish yourself off, do you understand me?” his authoritative voice had you nodding in a frenzy.
Steve slipped his finger into your panties, pushing them to the side so he could open you up to him. “Spread your legs for me some more.”
Complying with his request, you spread your legs as wide as possible in your chair.
“Good girl,” he purred, “Always so good for me.”
Your right hand flew to your mouth once again to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Steve’s index finger traced through your slick folds until it reached your puffy mound. He softly circled your clit, smiling as he felt you buck into his touch.
“Such a needy little thing, I’m guessing it’s been a long time since somebody’s touched this sweet cunt, huh?”
Steve felt your body stiffen at his words. Looking up, he watched you avoid his eye contact and that’s when reality struck him. “Oh.”
Steve knew that you had always focused on schoolwork, never seeking out romantic partnership. But he assumed that would've changed once you had gone off to college and was free of your fathers watchful eye.
“Let me guess, saving yourself for me princess?” Steve joked.
It was true. Whenever you thought about getting intimate with someone, your thoughts would be riddled with images of Steve. You could never see yourself laying down with anyone else but him, so you wishfully held on to your virginity, in hopes of this rare moment occurring.
Forcing yourself to look into his crystal blue eyes, you meekly responded, “Yes Steve, all for you.”
Carnal desire flooded the man at your confession.
He cupped your heat with his entire hand, soaking his palm in your juices. “Fuck princess, I can’t wait to ruin you.”
You felt a slight pressure at your opening, causing you to squirm away in your seat. “It’s alright, doll, just relax for me.”
Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves.
Steve soaked his digits more in your essence before sticking his thick index finger in your sopping hole. He was met with obvious resistance which he powered through until meeting your spongy spot deep within.
“Oh fuck, Steve,” you breathlessly moaned out.
“I know sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Feels like heaven having my finger deep inside your tight cunt.”
He continued to pump his digit inside of you, the muffled sounds of your squelching heat brought a smile to his face.
You felt every ridge of his finger inside of you. It was a strange feeling at first, but the way he was curling it had your eyes crossing. The discomfort faded away, now all you wanted was more. “Please Steve,” you pleaded out.
“Aww princess, do you need more of Daddy's fingers fucking your filthy cunt?”
You did everything in your power not to scream out your pleas to the man next to you. “Yes, Daddy. I need more.”
Steve's cock was already testing the material of his briefs, but the way ‘Daddy’ rolled off your tongue had him close to ruining his jeans.
Not giving you any warning, he shoved his middle finger alongside your heat. A loud moan made its way into the air, halting his actions.
The two of you rapidly looked around, hoping that no one heard you. Steve looked forward at Sam and sighed in relief when he saw he was still fast asleep.
“Looks like fun time is over sweetheart,” he sighed before he began to remove himself from you. His actions were halted when he felt your hand latch onto his wrist.
“Please don't stop. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”
Steve shook his head, “Princess, I had the one rule and your dumb brain couldn't even follow that.” Frustration was evident in his hushed tone.
You were riddled with so much need and desire that tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise.”
He didn’t want to stop, not after he saw how hot you looked when he was stroking your g-spot. But he needed to make sure you didn’t disobey him again. Pretending to ponder his thoughts, he looked at you, “Fine, but you only get one more chance. Okay, princess?”
You frantically nodded, desperate for him to resume his lewd actions.
“Good girl,” grinned the blonde, “but I just need to do one more thing to make sure not a peep comes out.”
Steve moved his hand to the top of your panties before tugging at them. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request sent your way to lift your ass from the seats to assist his efforts. Once the flimsy material was down your legs, he brought them out from under the blankets and balled them into his fist. “Open up.”
Opening up your jaw, you watched as he stuffed your wet panties into your mouth, muffling all sounds that dared to come out.
Looking up at Steve, you could barely see his face but you could see that his pupils were completely blown out, almost all of the usual blue gone.
“Now, where were we?”
Not wanting to waste anymore time, he shoved the two digits back into your cunt, a slight burn ran through your core.
His pace was brutal, desperate even. Steve needed to watch you unravel before him. He needed to be the first man to make you cum; glad that you never let any of those young college boys try- and inevitably fail, at helping you reach your peak.
Steve felt you lace your fingers back with his free hand and squeeze, in an effort to try and balance yourself.
“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job for me.”
Feeling daring, he prodded his ring finger and sank it within you along with the others. “Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers, can’t even imagine how it’ll feel once I get my cock inside of you.”
The tears that filled your eyes prior began to fall due to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Mhm, ughh,” you tried speaking but it only came out of a mumbled mess.
“Don’t overwork that stupid brain of yours baby. Just focus on cumming on my fingers, that’s all you need to worry about right now.”
Steve could tell you were close with how your walls were contracting against him, so he went all in, in an effort to get you creaming around his fingers.
Raising his thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to your little numb and began circling it.
The insane amount of glee you began to feel was indescribable. Your head tilted back, your eyes crossed, your thighs that began to close were suddenly held back Steve’s legs, leaving you helpless against his attacks.
Steve noticed dribbles of drools leak from the side of your mouth, a cheshire-like smile had his cheeks sting at the expanse.
Leaning directly until his lips ghosted your ear once more, he softly spoke.
“That’s it baby.”
“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s fingers.”
“Once you cum on my fingers, the next time it’ll be wrapped around my thick cock.”
“Don’t think, let your mind go dumb like it’s supposed to.”
“Cause that’s all you really are, right?”
“My dumb. Mindless. Little. Slut.”
The newfound sensation hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Your toes curled in your platforms. Nose, eyes, and mouth contorting, trying to work through your orgasm.
Steve picked up on a scream about to escape you, so he unlaced his fingers from yours and clasped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from waking up the whole plane.
Locking his eyes with yours, he continued to finger fuck you through your release. “That’s it. That's it, princess. You did so well for me.”
As you came down from your high, the feeling started to become too much, overstimulation taking hold. You began to squirm away from his touch, causing him to chuckle before removing his digits.
When he brought his hand out from under the blanket, you saw his fingers soaked in your essence, shining from the stray lights littered across the plane.
Steve popped his index and middle finger into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste; his eyes shutting in the process. “You taste so fucking delicious,” he mumbled through his fingers.
You watched as he lapped every drop of your juices from his digits before he looked back at you.
He took away his hand from your mouth and pulled out your soaked panties. “Here, have a taste,” Steve spoke before shoving his ring finger down your throat.
You were caught off guard due to the sudden intrusion, but regained your senses while sucking yourself off of his finger. Your tongue glided across the digit, gulping down your essence.
Steve watched with contentment as you cleaned him up. He saw how your eyelids were hooded, indicating you were exhausted from your release.
Pulling his finger from your mouth, he grasped your jaw to direct your face to his, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. “I hope you know I plan on taking you apart every chance I get during this trip, princess. Now get some sleep, we have a big week ahead of us.”
Leaning back into his chair, he stuffed your panties into his jeans and laid his head against the headrest.
You were so overwhelmed with fatigue that you had no trouble getting to sleep. Resting your head against the blondes shoulder, you drifted away, a content smile on your face.
Steve sat back and enjoyed your warmth; forcing himself to forget all about his own aching and leaking cock. He knew there was no going back now. He had a taste of you and instantly became hooked. Just like he ruined all men for you, you ruined all other women for him.
With his thoughts filled with you, he let sleep consume him and the promise of an eventful trip with you by his side.
A/N: i wrote this when i should’ve been finishing my 9 other wips, but here we go. y’all know in crazy rich asians, how they had the semi private enclosed seats. that’s where this takes place.
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i remembered a blurb i read a while ago (which i can’t find anymore, if anyone knows what i’m on about pls help a girl out 😗) and it was like dbf! bucky, dbf! steve and dbf! sam?? and oh my god it was so hot???? and you’re so good at dbf! stuff, idk if you’d be into that but hey i’ll give it a shot :0
I’m screaming oh my god, this is way too hot, holy shit. I’ve never written Sam before and oooooh I’m sweating a little 🫠 this is just me dipping my toe in the water with this tbh! It could definitely take a full fic
Like the thought of all three of them being at your house for like a barbecue or something? They all have different opinions on how the food should be cooked because they’re all middle aged men, of course they’re gonna disagree when it comes to this shit.
Sam thinks the steaks need a seasoning rub, Bucky thinks they need salt and pepper, Steve thinks they need just salt because other seasonings will burn on the grill when you’re trying to get a good sear and it’s all just friendly competition.
One thing the three of them can agree on though, is that you look too fucking good. As soon as you step outside into the sun, a beer in one hand and book in the other, three pairs on hungry eyes land on you.
“Fuck, she looks good.” Bucky groans in frustration because these men can’t help but agree that you get hotter every summer you come home from college.
“Don’t go popping a boner already, Buck. At least say hi to her first.” Sam teases, elbowing Bucky, earning him a slap on the arm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wilson. You’re half hard already.” Steve laughs and Sam can’t do anything but frown because those damn shorts of his are giving everything away.
“Hey sweetheart, come settle a debate for us.” Steve calls and all three of them almost cum in their pants when you smile and make your way over. Your dad is inside, no doubt restocking the drinks fridge or helping prep the sides.
“What’s up, boys? It’s good to see you all!” You smile, wrapping an arm around Bucky and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Good to see you too, honey. We’ve all missed our favourite girl.” He smiles, his flesh arm around your back, his hand landing chastely on the side of your rib cage.
“So what do you need me to settle?” You ask, taking a sip of your beer, noticing Bucky doesn’t pull away so neither do you.
“Who’s right, sweetheart? What’s the best way to cook a steak?” Steve presses, all three men watching you intently.
“I don’t know boys, personal preference I guess.” You laugh, trying not to upset any of them. Picking one over the other two would just mean the gloating won’t stop.
“Look at her, keeping all of us happy. Damn, you’re good at that.” Sam smirks and fuck, the air is beyond heavy with tension as soon as he says it.
“Could do plenty to keep all three of you happy. Can think of so many things I could do to put a smile on your faces.” You chuckle and God, that didn’t help the tension. Not in the slightest.
“Oh, I bet you could sweetheart. But is that an offer?” Steve whispers, low and filthy, one eyebrow raised and the other two men couldn’t tear their eyes off you if they tried.
“How about… Buck in my mouth, Sam in my pussy and Stevie, you can watch.” You tease, not missing the breathy groan at escapes Bucky because he dreams about those lips of yours.
“I don’t know, honey… You seem to have missed a hole. Bet you could take all three of us at once.” Steve whispers, a hand drifting down over the swell of your ass, his fingers sliding under the skirt of your dress, settling between your soaked thighs.
“You want Stevie stretching out that tight little asshole of yours while I’m balls deep in your pussy? You can’t even imagine how good that’s gonna feel. Three big thick cocks stuffed into this tight little body might be enough to break you. You think you could handle it?” Sam teases, running a thumb over your bottom lip to keep you looking at him. Steve’s fingers have spread your folds and slipped inside you, beginning to gently massage that little sweet spongy spot while Bucky holds you up to stop your knees from giving out.
“Y-yes. Please, god yes, I want all three of you inside me at once. Fuck all my holes. R-ruin me. God, ‘m so horny, please.” You beg pathetically as Steve’s fingers speed up, working you painfully close to a release.
“You’re gonna cum on his fingers first, kitten. You better do it quick, who knows when we’ll get caught.” Bucky encourages, loving how your head flops back in pleasure, fully trusting him to hold you up as you cum.
Your pussy gushes, wetness dripping from your cunt as Steve fingers you through your orgasm. Arousal runs down your legs so quickly, the rest squirting onto the grass beneath you with no signs of stopping.
“She fuckin’ squirts. Holy shit, this doesn’t get any better.” Sam grunts, rock hard like the other two men. Steve lets you ride the high out before pulling his fingers out of you, letting them drift backward to toy with your tight little ass.
“Gonna work you open, sweetheart. Keep a hold of her, Buck.” Steve grunts, feeling your tightest hole relax enough to take the tip of his first finger.
“He’s gonna get you ready for him right here. If you wanna be slutty and take three fat dicks, then you’re slutty enough to get caught.” Bucky teases as Sam slips his thumb the whole way into your mouth, giving you something to suck on to muffle your moans.
“So fuckin’ tight. God, it’s gonna take at least three fingers. Can’t even imagine what she’ll feel like with her cunt stuffed too.” Steve is blissed out already, just managing to sink his first finger fully in before getting ready to give you the tip of his second
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Once Steve fits that third finger, not one of those men can control themselves for a single second longer and neither can you. You notice your dad’s car isn’t in the driveway, a note on the kitchen counter saying he’d been called to the office but he’d try to be home in an hour and if that doesn’t bring the biggest sigh of relief, you’re not quite sure what would.
The second you’re in your bedroom, Sam is giving you a safeword while the other two work on stripping you, quickly followed by themselves. They’re all ravenous, unable to wait a second longer, positioning you on all fours with your legs spread far enough apart. Your asshole is twitching and fluttering, begging for more stimulation while your pussy is absolutely dripping, neglected because Steve was so focused on your ass.
“You fucking her pussy or do I get to take it first?” Bucky taunts over his shoulder, admiring the view and trailing a thick metal finger over your sopping hole, admiring the way your slick mess coats him, begging him to press in to your body.
“Don’t even think about it, her pussy is all mine. Need her gushing round me just like she gushed on Steve’s fingers.” Sam smirks, finally stripping, giving his cock a few firm strokes before pressing into you.
“F-fuck.” You pant, gripping the sheets. “Sam, you’re so big.” You sob, feeling every last thick inch sliding into you.
“You know it, baby. Mhm, don’t know how you’re gonna fit all this dick into you, never mind Steve’s too.”
After your body finally stretches to accommodate Sam, you feel him begin to set a steady rhythm, pressing your head down towards the edge of the bed where Bucky is standing with his cock in hand. “Open up, honey. Let’s see what else that filthy mouth of yours can do.” He chuckles, laughing mockingly at how eagerly you suck on his tip.
The taste of precum fills your mouth, salty and warm and almost decadent given how your pussy is already clenching and fluttering around a cock. Bucky throbs with every groan you breathe out, letting you suck his length deeper until it’s hitting the back of your throat.
You’re blissed out already, breathing through your nose since your mouth is so full but your eyes roll back when you feel Steve, lubed up and pressing against your asshole.
“You’re almost there sweetheart. Just take one more dick.” Steve grunts, the bulbous tip sliding in, making both you and Sam groan at the instant stretch.
“Oh my god, I didn’t think she could feel any better.” Sam groans, holding still until Steve gets settled entirely inside you.
When they’re both content, all three men start to thrust once more, Sam and Steve working out a rhythm that leaves your pussy drooling as you drool around Bucky.
“Make her fuckin’ cum.” Bucky moans, stroking your cheek and drinking in each one of your muffled whines around his cock. “She’s been so good, she deserves it.”
There’s no doubt in your mind that they’re going to make you do exactly that, over and over and over before any of them even consider giving in to their own pleasure and you couldn’t think of anything more perfect if you tried.
