Request: Writing Request 😊💜 Steve Rogers x Reader Cuddling in bed & Falling in love with Dads Best Friend. “I’ve never loved anyone the way i love you.” @saiyanprincessswanie
A/N: first time ever writing DBF... and im excited for it!!
Summary: You knew you shouldn't be doing this. But Steve doesn't make it any easier. [Wc 655] [ao3]
Warnings: DBF!Steve Rogers, age gap, fluff, secret relationship
The house is quiet in that deep, late-night way—like even the walls are asleep.
You shouldn’t be here. You know you shouldn't be here. You know how wrong this entire situation is. But you can't help yourself anymore. That thought has been looping in your head for the past hour… except it’s getting harder and harder to care when you’re curled up against Steve.
Your dad’s best friend. Your dad’s best friend—the one who’s been around your whole life. The one who used to ruffle your hair and call you “kid.” The one who now has his arm wrapped around you like it belongs there. Like you belong there.
“…You okay?” Steve’s voice is low, careful, like he doesn’t want to break whatever this is.
You hum softly, cheek pressed against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat—steady, strong… except it stutters every time you shift closer. “I should go,” you whisper, even as your fingers curl tighter into his t-shirt.
He doesn’t let go. “Yeah,” he murmurs, but his hand drifts up your back anyway, slow, absent-minded, like he’s memorizing you. “You probably should.”
Neither of you move.
The silence stretches… heavy, full of everything neither of you have said out loud yet.
You tilt your head just enough to look at him. His face is softer like this—no armor, no shield, just Steve. Just a man who looks like he’s barely holding himself together.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” you ask quietly.
His jaw tightens. “Because I didn’t want to,” he admits. Honest. Always honest. That’s what makes this worse. Or better.
You don’t even know anymore. Your hand drifts up without thinking, brushing along his collarbone, tracing the line of it. He inhales sharply, like even that tiny touch does something to him. “Stevie…”
“Don’t,” he breathes, eyes closing for a second. “If you say my name like that, I’m not gonna be able to pretend this isn’t happening.”
Your heart stumbles. “Then don’t pretend.”
That does it. His eyes snap open, searching your face like he’s looking for hesitation—an out, an excuse, something to stop this before it goes too far.
But you don’t give him one.
“I’ve tried,” he says, voice rougher now. “God, you don’t think I’ve tried? You’re—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “You’re off-limits. You always have been.”
“And you’ve always looked at me like I’m not,” you whisper. That hits. You can see it in the way his expression cracks, just a little.
Because it’s true. It’s been building—quiet glances, lingering touches, the way he started looking at you like you weren’t a kid anymore… like you were something he had to fight not to want.
“I shouldn’t love you,” he says finally, the words like they cost him something.
Your breath catches. “…But you do.”
His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek so gently it almost hurts. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”
The world kind of… stops. No hesitation. No taking it back. Just truth. Raw and terrifying and yours. Your eyes sting, and you laugh softly—because of course it had to be him. Of course the one person you weren’t supposed to fall for is the one who feels like home.
“Good,” you whisper, leaning into his touch. “Because I don’t think I know how to stop.”
Something in him finally gives.
He pulls you closer, like he’s done fighting it—like he’s been waiting for permission he was never going to give himself. Your head tucks under his chin, his arms wrapping around you fully now, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip. “You’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble,” he murmurs into your hair.
You smile against his chest. “Yeah,” you mumble. “But you’re not letting go.”
He exhales—half a laugh, half defeat. “…Not a chance.”
✦ Warnings/tags: cowboy!Steve, kind of DBF!Steve, Steve works for your dad, implied sexual harassment (not by Steve), protective!Steve, fluff, angst, grovel, smut, oral (fem receiving), piv sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), hint of breeding kink, pet names (sugar), happy ending.
✦ Summary: You call Steve to help you get home from the company holiday party.
✦ Note: I was supposed to write four holiday ficlets based on this, but instead Steve swept in and made me write a whole fic about just him instead 🙈 sorry not sorry! Also, thanks to everyone who helped choose the Steve pic for this fic!
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When the invitation to the annual holiday party came, all your coworkers joked about how wild it would be, but you had brushed that aside. You’d seen your fair share of company get-togethers, and they were never anything special. All the stories about fistfights and cheating scandals always turned out to be exaggerated.
“Hey, newbie!” Susan had called. You had been working there for a couple of months, and the newbie nickname was starting to get old. Still, you had taken a deep breath and turned to her with a smile.
“Yes?”
“Are you coming to the party? You can ride with me!”
Up until about a year ago, you had been living on the other side of the country, making a name for yourself and climbing the ranks, but then your dad had a health scare, and you realized that no money in the world would be worth it if it meant losing time with your parents. So you had moved back to your small hometown to be closer to them and even help out on the ranch if needed. You had found a nice apartment and lived off your savings until an opportunity had presented itself. It didn’t pay as much as your previous job, but it didn't matter.
“That’s great, Susan, thank you!”
Right about now, as you’re hiding in a small supply closet, you wish you’d never said yes.
It turned out the company provided a free bar at the event, and it hadn’t taken long for everyone to get plastered, including Susan. You had taken it slow, only on your second glass of wine when one of your bosses had asked to see you in private.
Wanting to make a good impression, you followed him, and it wasn’t until you were alone and his grabby hands had reached for your clothes that you realized your mistake.
"No, stop!" you had yelled. He had been bigger and stronger, but he was drunk, and that had been to your advantage as you had shoved him as hard as you could and ran. Down an empty hallway, you had found a supply closet and locked the door behind you.
Shaking, you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and think about what to do next. Going home with Susan is out of the question and you're in no condition to drive yourself.
Fishing up your phone from your pocket, you scroll through your contacts, stopping at your parents, but it's late and snowing. You don’t want them driving to get you.
When you get to S you stop. Steve Rogers' name seems to jump out at you.
He started working for your father about five years ago and your dad isn’t the kind of guy who just sprinkles praise freely, so when he mentioned him over the phone and said, “That Steve fellow is a good guy,” you knew he would be something else. When you traveled home for the holidays that year he was invited to Sunday dinner. You'd thought he'd be around your dad's age and were shocked when he was much closer to you.
Later he purchased a house not far from your parents, and since he is single and lives alone your mom feels bad for him, which means that he's invited to every Sunday dinner, just like you.
And it's fine.
Except Steve is hot, charming, and nice to everyone. He and your dad get along great. Your mom adores him. But because of that, you keep your distance. No need to complicate things with your dad’s employee.
One day when you had been helping on the ranch, checking the fences with your dad he had out of the blue told you that if you ever find yourself in a situation where you need help and you can't get a hold of him or your mom, you call Steve.
So you do.
Because you usually don't call Steve he knows something is up.
“Hey, sugar, is everything okay?”
"Yeah. I mean no, my ride home is drunk. Well, everybody is plastered, and one of my bosses…" you don’t finish that sentence. "I didn't want to call my parents.”
"Send me the address, I'll be there as fast as I can."
He hangs up without a goodbye and you send him the address. After what feels like ages you get a text that he’s outside. You check the hallway before making your way towards the entrance.
As you near it, you overhear someone whispering about the hot cowboy, wondering who he is. There is a flare of jealousy in your chest at the thought of Steve being with any of them, but as soon as you see him, the feeling in you shifts to something else.
Steve stands just inside the doors, hands in the pockets of his wrangler jeans, with boots, cowboy hat, and his fur-lined jacket that looks so good on him. Hurryingly you collect your coat and go to him.
"Thank you," you whisper as you stop in front of him, shrugging the jacket on. His face is serious, scanning you for injuries, and then he looks up over your head at the crowd behind you. In one smooth motion, he takes off his cowboy hat, runs his fingers through his hair, and places it on top of your head before looking down at you again.
His blue eyes which usually hold softness and mirth are hard, but you know it's not directed at you.
"Ready to go, sugar?" he asks with that perfect voice that makes you hot on a good day. Now, with his hat on your head, and all the implications that come with that, you're ready to melt.
“Yes, Steve,” you nod, hoping you sound normal. He opens the door for you and you don't turn around to say goodbye to any of your co-workers.
His big white truck is parked just outside and you quickly jump in. The cab carries Steve’s scent, wrapping you in a sense of safety. It's like home, but different.
The engine rumbles to life, and the building disappears behind you. He’s driven you home from Sunday dinners a few times when your mom insisted you share a bottle of wine with her. He graciously offered his help then, so there’s no need to give him directions now.
“Are you okay?” he asks and shoots you a look, brow creased in concern.
You hum a yes in response and then sigh, "I just didn't want to worry mom and dad."
He nods, “I understand.”
“Sorry if I ruined your Friday night plans.”
“Don’t worry, sugar, there was nothing exciting happening at my end.”
You’ve never been inside Steve’s house but you imagine it’s cozy. He seems like a man who enjoys comfort, despite the way of life he’s chosen, and even if you wouldn’t describe him as a softie, he’s always nice and that’s more than can be said about other cowboys that your dad employs. Maybe that’s why your dad appreciates Steve. He’s hard-working, but never an asshole.
During the rest of the drive you talk aimlessly about the weather and the ranch while the radio plays in the background. Outside your apartment complex, he effortlessly maneuvers his big truck on the small streets and parks it.
You turn to him, "I can’t thank you enough for this.”
"Anytime, sugar.”
As you get out, he does the same, rounding the truck.
"I'm fine from here," you tell him, not wanting to bother him further.
"Absolutely, but my mom raised me right, so I'm following you to the door."
"Oh, okay," you smile and when you turn around you feel the light weight of a hand at the low of your back guiding you forward.
At your door, you turn to thank him once again, but Steve asks instead, "Are you sure you're okay? You sounded upset on the phone."
"Yeah," you answer. Honestly, you haven’t thought one second of your boss since Steve showed up. His calm, caring presence erases every unease, making you feel safe.
The two of you stand in the corridor and look at each other, and in a moment of courage, you kiss his stubbled cheek.
"But thank you again for coming to get me," you tell him.
Steve releases a breath and looks at you with lidded eyes. His hand comes up to touch where your lips just were and then he slowly reaches for you. Your eyes widen as Steve’s rough hands caress your cheek.
“I’ll always come, if you need me, I’ll be there,” he promises, voice low and sincere.
You swallow hard before catching Steve’s hand with your own and pressing it against your cheek with a sigh, letting your eyes flutter close for a second. You can’t have him, but if this is all the touch you’re ever going to experience from Steve, you’re taking advantage of it. You can blame it on the wine.
“Sugar,” he rasps and you open your eyes again, letting go and ready to let this be a cherished memory. You’re stopped short by Steve’s hand sliding back to cup your neck. His fingers against your bare skin send tingles down your spine that make heat pool in your belly.
"Steve," you answer.
He leans a little closer but hesitates.
"You had a rough evening," he says.
“But you fixed it,” you point out.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he leans even closer.
"You won’t," you tell him, confident in your answer, gripping his jacket.
His other arm slides around your waist, pulling you close and pressing you against him. The firm strength of him feels so perfect that a soft moan escapes you. In response he lets out a groan, softly brushing his lips against yours, making more tingling sensations shoot throughout your body.
Not wanting to wait any longer you close the small distance and finally kiss him. It’s soft and chaste at first but with an edge of desperation that becomes prominent as Steve deepens the kiss, holding you even harder. Likewise, you wrap your arms around his waist, wordlessly telling him how much you want him.
The two of you jerk apart when a loud noise sounds somewhere else in the building. Without a word, you let go of Steve to reach behind you and open the door to your apartment. For a second his eyes leave yours to look at the invitation. He doesn’t give you a vocal answer, he just goes back to your lips and starts moving you backward.
Inside, he removes his cowboy hat from your head, placing it on the side table before starting to pull at your clothes and as you guide him to your bedroom, you make his clothes come off too.
Together you fall onto the bed in just your underwear. Steve's body is a testament to his demanding job, soft and hard in all the right places and warm against you. His hands never still, they caress and explore you as if he might never get the chance again. When he pulls back, his hair is wild from you running your fingers through it.
“Never thought I would be here.”
He kisses your jaw and down the column of your throat. The touch of his hands makes goosebumps burst out over your body.
“Never thought you’d have me in your bed,” he continues as he kisses the top of your breasts.
“Someone like you, beautiful and sophisticated.”
He hooks a finger in your bra and pulls down.
“Being with someone rough and dirty like me.”
“You’re not dirty,” you answer breathlessly as his mouth closes over your nipple.
Steve moans, just as you do, arching up against him.
He spends ample time on both your breasts, sucking and licking, making you feel crazy with how much you need him.
"I’ve dreamt of tasting you, sugar, but I want more than your tits," he admits.
“Yes!” you tell him and he shimmies down your body, pressing kisses to your skin and pulling off your panties before settling in between your legs, parting your folds reverently with his thumbs.
“Look at that pretty fucking pussy,” he murmurs before descending on you.
Steve eats you as if you're the last meal on earth, savoring every taste but at the same time wanting to devour you as quickly as possible. His beard scratches the inside of your thighs and your mound, his face buried deep as he pierces you with his tongue, lapping at your channel before going back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Quickly, you're a quivering mess, trying your best not to buck up against Steve's mouth, to be present and savor the experience.
The pleasure envelopes you, making you ache in the best way before the heat rushes to your core at Steve's steady ministrations.
"I'm gonna come!" you tell him, hands fisting the sheets. His only response is a deep hum. Your legs close around his head as you howl his name.
As you come down, and release him from the prison of your thighs he chuckles, before giving your clit one last kiss. Then his lips travel up your body again, stopping to play with your nipples one more time before finding your mouth. Despite your near comatose state, you respond to his kiss, not caring that he tastes of you.
"Please tell me you have a condom," he says against your lips. You feel the hard cock brush your stomach, still in his boxers. As he sits back you admire how it tents the fabric and the wet spot at the front.
But when you shake your head, there is such a pain in his face you're scared he's having a heart attack or something. Quickly you say, "I'm on birth control!"
That lights a different fire in Steve's eyes.
"Oh, sugar," he smiles wickedly. Your body is still thrumming from the orgasm but you in no way feel sated. The look of him on your bed brings back all the fantasies you've hidden deeply inside the recesses of your mind, telling yourself that it's no use to fantasize about something that will never happen.
“I got tested right before I moved and I haven't been with anyone since,” you continue.
Before you can ask Steve says, “Well, it's not like there's a flock of buckle bunnies up at the ranch to choose from, so it's been a while. Hopefully, I still know how to.”
You raise yourself on your elbows, tilting your head to the side.
“If the previous performance is anything to go by I think we'll be good.”
Steve moves to chuck off his underwear, then he's back on top of you again, and you give him your mouth. Hungry is the only way to describe the way he kisses, and when he breaks away you whine, but then you realize it's because he's guiding his dick into you.
“I need to see it,” he rumbles. “I need to see your cunt swallow my cock.”
You part your legs more to give his hips room. You want to watch too but as his tip pushes inside it becomes too much to keep your eyes open. Your arms slide out and you hit the bed, consumed by the feel of him, neverending pleasure. He's thick and long and fills you perfectly. Your insides spasm, wanting more.
"Steve," you whine and wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him close as you move to try and take him deeper.
"That's right. Let me hear that sweet voice of yours," he says, stilling all movements.
"Please, Steve, I need it! I need you to fill me up with your cum!"
"Oh, sugar, I'm not gonna keep you waiting," he answers and moves. Slowly at first, to let the both of you get used to it. It's impossible to keep in any noise when he thrusts into you. For a second you feel silly, moaning as if you're in some kind of porno, but at the same time, you want Steve to know how fucking good his dick is.
And Steve isn't any better, every time his hips hit your skin he punctuates it with a moan of his own, a deep rumble that only excites you more.
On those forbidden nights, when you allowed yourself to dream of Steve, one thing always came to the front of your mind.
“Steve, can I ride you?" you ask breathlessly.
“Fuck, yeah,” he answers and in one smooth motion he wraps his arms around your body and rolls you over. It's a wonder you don't fall off the bed.
You lean forward, capturing his face between your hands, kissing him as you move against him.
"Take what you need, sugar. Ride your cowboy,” Steve growls into your mouth.
He grabs your ass and fucks up into you while you grind down on him. He's so deep it's driving you insane. Panting you grab the headboard, finding leverage to push your body hard into his thrusts.
“You're fucking divine,” Steve drawls, his grip hardens, lifting you up and slamming you down. “I want you on top of me every day. Ride my dick, or my face, whatever you want, just let me have you!”
At the same time, your clit is rubbing deliciously against him, making the second orgasm build.
“Fuck, you're holding my dick so tight, like your pussy doesn't want to let me go.”
All you answer with is a strangled mewl, too busy chasing your high.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and come on my dick? And then let me fill you up with my cum, sugar? Is that what gets you off, riding your cowboy until he bursts inside of you?
Steve's words spur you on, doubling your efforts, angling your hips until his dick presses into your g-spot and your clit grinds against his pelvis. You feel him pulsing, knowing he's about to come in you is so hot.
“I'm gonna come!” you gasp.
“Yeah, me too, sugar!”
With a cry of ecstasy, the climax washes over your skin, sending convulsions through your muscles. You feel every pulse of Steve's own orgasm and hear him call your name.
You collapse on his chest, both of you panting. Steve hugs you close, his hands rubbing along your back as his dick softens and the cum starts to leak out, but you could care less. Being in Steve's arms feels right. Hearing his beating heart, the scent of sex and sweat in the air, knowing it's from the both of you.
After a while, he speaks, but it's not the words you'd expect.
“Fuck, sugar, I promised myself this would never happen. I know your dad likes me and all but I don't think he'd take too kindly to me fucking his daughter.”
The happy high in you bursts into sour bubbles, and the pink, golden afterglow is replaced by the harsh reality.
“What do you mean?” you frown as you sit up. Suddenly everything feels sticky, cold, and gross.
“You're my boss’, my friend's, daughter. I can't have you even if I wanted to.”
A lump forms in your throat and you try to clear it before asking, “What are you saying?”
“It can't happen again.”
“Are you saying this was a mistake?”
“Yes, sugar, but it was the best mistake of my life.”
“Yeah, okay, well…” you get off him and take the cover to wrap around you. The cum leaks down your legs as you say, “You saw me to the door, and I'm fine, thank you for coming to get me.”
“Sugar, please, you understand don't you?” Steve stands up, reaching for you but you shrug his hands away.
“You know the way out, I need to shower.”
Without looking back you hurry to the bathroom, listening to Steve gather his things and the sound of the door shutting behind him. You stand even longer looking at the shower running, not wanting to wash away the evidence of Steve's visit, but finally, you do.
You manage to avoid Sunday dinner by claiming you're not feeling well. Your mom offers to drop off some food, but you assure her she doesn't need to. If she shows up and asks how you're feeling you're scared everything is just gonna come blurting out.
Before hanging up, she adds, "Dad and Steve hope you feel better soon!"
With effort, you respond, "Yeah, tell them I said thanks."
The following week, you feel like you can't excuse yourself and you just hope Steve won’t be there for some reason.
As you park your car at the house you don't see his truck anywhere, easing the anxiety that sits in your stomach.
At the beginning of December, your mom has decked out the house and yard with holiday decorations. It lightens up the otherwise dark ranch that's far away from any streetlights.
“Oh honey, great to see you!” Your mom greets you at the door with a hug, your dad right behind her. After saying hello and getting out of your clothes, your mom is quick to put you to work.
“Can you do me a favor? I left the dessert to cool in the sunroom, can you please get it for me?”
Growing up, the sunroom was one of your favorite places. You have great memories of sitting in the plush reading chair after the sun has set during the summer months, the windows open, and listening to the sound of the animals out in the field. Then, after your dad installed a fireplace, you loved to curl up with your hot cocoa and listen to the crackling of the flames while it slowly heated the space. Just like the rest of the house and yard, it's decorated to perfection, soft lights illuminating the space and making it a magical place.
What catches you off guard are the flower petals scattered over the floor, and in the middle of the floor is Steve on both his knees.
No dessert in sight, if you don't count the cowboy on the ground.
For a short moment, you wonder if your parents knew about this, but then you hear the door shut behind you and that answers it. The room is chilly, but your blood is rushing hot in your veins. You're embarrassed and mad and to your utter disappointment, hopeful for what he has to say.
“Steve?” you ask, crossing your arms, feigning annoyance.
“Sugar, I'm here, on my knees to ask for your forgiveness and to please hear me out.”
His blue eyes are a weakness of yours but you steal yourself to not fall for the softness in them.
“I assume you told them what happened?” you nod in the direction you came from.
Steve looks uncomfortable, even blushing.
“Well, I didn't give them any details, but I told them we kissed and that I messed up. Thought your dad was gonna murder me first. He thought I got you pregnant, so I think they figured it out anyway.”
“Pregnant?!” you exclaim. It all feels overwhelming, and you bury your face in your hands, wishing you could disappear through the floor.
Then warm rough hands clasp yours, pulling them away carefully.
“I also told them that I'm in love with their daughter and if she gives me another chance, I'll prove to her every day how much she means to me.”
Steve's voice is soft and earnest; it makes tears burn at the back of your eyes.
You want to be mad, but you haven't been able to stop thinking about his stupid face since he left. The fucker also left his cowboy hat behind, and every time you looked at it you remembered how he placed it on your head the night he came to your rescue. You could have brought it with you tonight and left it on the porch for your parents to find. But you didn't. Secretly you hoped that Steve would have to come by your place to collect it.
But even after acting like an asshole, you're still very much in love with Steve Rogers.
“Yeah, fine,” you say nonchalantly and look away, trying to hide how happy you feel.
A finger on your chin turns your head back towards him.
“Fine, sugar? Just fine?”
Forcing your stone-faced expression to stay in place you say, “For now, it's fine. Don't think some flower petals, kneeling, and sweet words are gonna make me forgive you just like that.”
“Every day, sugar, I'll work my ass off until you do.”
You glance at him, taking in the rugged handsomeness of the man before you, and you just can't resist. Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, reminiscent of what caused this whole thing in the first place.
But Steve isn't satisfied. He gathers you up and presses his lips to yours. If you said you hadn't missed the feel of his kiss, you'd be lying. So you return it, weaving your arms around his neck and then your legs around his waist as he lifts you from the ground into his strong arms.
“I don't think mom would take too kindly to us fucking in here,” you tell him when you pull away.
“No, but after dinner you're coming to my place and staying the night.”
“Bossy…” you joke.
“I didn't mean it like that, sugar, I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't-”
You interrupt him with a kiss.
“Steve, calm down, I was joking, it's fine.”
“Fine?
“Fine!”
I haven’t visited DBF! Steve and his Baby-doll in a while, so here’s a small snippet for day 11 of #JuneJukeboxScribbles. The prompt for today is Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris.
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Relationship: DBF! Steve Rogers x Naive! Younger Female Reader
Word count: 300
CW: Secret relationship, Age-gap relationship
“Hey, baby-doll. Come on, talk to me. It can’t have been that bad?”
Even though you should have gone straight home to tell your parents, you’d come here first instead. However, when Steve had opened the door, the words wouldn’t come. Instead you’d curled up on his lap, your head burrowed into his neck. You weren’t crying, but you were thinking. Hard. Going over everything that you’d been asked. Everything you’d answered with.
But Steve knew you. He’d let you stew in your own thoughts for a bit, petting your hair and just letting you be, but there was only so long that was healthy for.
At his gentle questioning you lifted your head. God, he was so handsome. What was it about the laughter lines around his eyes that turned you on?
“Come on, baby,” he prompted again. “Tell me how your interview went.”
“I did it,” you whispered. “I got the job.”
“You did?” Steve’s face lit up, his mouth shifting into a broad smile, before he hugged you close to him again. “That’s amazing, sweetheart. I knew you could do it.” His mouth pressed up against yours as his hands cupped your cheeks. “So clever. So sexy,” he continued between kisses. You leaned into it, almost preening, until suddenly he pulled back and shifted you off of him.
“Steve?”
“Sweetheart, you’ve not been home yet, have you? Not told your parents?”
“No,” you replied, chagrined.
“Well, you’d best get going, because if you stay here any longer I’m gonna haul that ass of yours up to my bedroom and you won’t be home for hours. Don’t want them getting worried and coming looking for you, do we?”
With a resigned sigh, you stood up.
“But I’ll see you later, right?”
“Absolutely, baby-doll. We need to celebrate properly.”
Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has been in a secret relationship with you. When Steve wants to take your relationship public, you freak out and leave for college. Once you’re back in town, you want to work things out with him. Will he forgive you?
Warnings: Age gap, Reader is in late 20s & Steve is in 40s, Angst, Arguing, Dry Humping, Make up sex, P in V.
A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares Dad’s Best Friend + Dry Humping. Card (KB010)
A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog. Thank you to Jen @late-to-the-party-81 for my header.
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For years, you have been in love with your Dad’s best friend, and your family’s next-door neighbor, Steve Rogers. Having just graduated from college in May, you’d decided to come back home for the summer while you figured things out. However, as you travelled, sinking into the familiar comfort of your Dad’s truck, you couldn’t help but remember the last time you saw Steve, devastation plastered over his face.
That night, the pair of you had argued over what your plans were gonna be once you graduated. He wanted you to come home and move in with him, to finally come out and tell the world you were in love. The problem was that you weren’t sure if you were ready. Steve had been so upset by your indecision that he’d pushed for an answer. However, it had the effect of making you so mad that you’d threatened not to come back home. Then, before you’d let him get a word in, you stormed off.
That had been a horrible way to leave things, and you wondered how were you supposed to fix things that seemed so broken? Especially considering that you’d been at college since January - a whole five months had passed with no contact between you.
It was nighttime by the time your dad arrived back at the house and pulled into the driveway. Grabbing your duffle bag and backpack, you got out and made your way to the front door. A glance over to Steve’s house revealed him standing at a window, staring at you. Not knowing what to do, you waved, but he just walked away and disappeared into the house. Your fingers curled, and your arm lowered at your side. Great, so this is how it was going to be, you thought.
Walking into the house, you headed upstairs to your room. It all looked the same as when you’d left. Placing your bags down, you considered unpacking, but instead decided that there was no time like the present to talk things out with Steve. You were both adults, and would be in close proximity for the next few months, so the sooner things were settled between you, the better. You looked in the mirror and decided you were just going to stay in your leggings and shirt.
Heading back down the stairs, you told your dad you were going for a walk, not even waiting to hear his reply. Walking next door, your stomach was in knots as you made your way to his front door; however, before you could even knock, the door swung open.
Steve filled the doorway and just stared at you, as if he didn't know what to say after you left him the way you did. It was clear that a part of him was still angry, but you hoped that a part of him had missed you too.
“What do you want, doll?”
Your hands started to fidget in front of your body, fingers twisting together, as you spoke. “Can we talk?”
“Now you want to talk? Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair, sweeping it back off his forehead. “Fine. Get in here so no one gets nosy.” He stepped to the side to let you pass. You walked into his house, and he motioned you towards the living room as if you weren’t already intimately familiar with the place, its similarities to your own home’s open concept notwithstanding. You made your way to the couch and sat down, Steve taking the easy chair to your left.
“What do you want to talk about? It’s been five months since you left me hanging without a single phone call or text.”
You took a deep breath to prepare for the fight that had been brewing for months.
“Steve, I want to apologize for how I left things between us at the beginning of the year. I was confused and scared.”
“No shit. But what exactly were you scared of? Me? Commitment? Both?.”
You shook your head. “No, I’ve never been scared of you. You’ve never frightened me in all the years we have known each other. And I’m not afraid of commitment either. I’m afraid of what my dad would say if he found out about us. He trusts you, Steve, like you’re family to him. This would break that trust and damage my relationship with him.”
“Don’t you think I know that? I’m not dumb, doll, and I’d been figuring out a plan for months, but you never gave me a chance to explain. Do you know how badly you hurt me? I thought I lost you. Hell, I might’ve already.”
You started to tear up as you listened to him speak. You’d never intended to hurt him as badly as you did, and now he thought he’d lost you for good.
“All I wanted to do was take our relationship to the next step,” he continued. “But instead, you broke my heart. I don’t know how to fix this!”
You’d really screwed up and also had no idea how to fix it, either. But you were going to try anyway.
“Steve, I want to fix this. Tell me how, and I’ll work towards it.”
Steve got up from his seat and started to pace the living room.
“I don’t know if you can doll. I love you dearly, never stopped, but you really did a number on me.”
“Steve, I love you too. Always have and always will. Please, I'm begging for another chance.”
Tears started to gather in Steve's eyes, and he looked completely lost. Did he still long for you inside his heart? You waited, breath caught in your throat as he contemplated what he was going to do. Would he tell you to go, or would he give you another chance?
“You know, a part of me wants to call this quits. Move on and find a wife. The other part of me knows I won’t ever be as happy as when I’m with you. You complete me in every way imaginable.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again and pinning you with his ocean blue gaze. “I’m giving you another chance, but this time you have to talk things through. No shutting me out like you did before. Does that sound fair?”
Tears spill down your face as you start crying. “Yes, that’s fair.”
Steve sits down in his chair and holds his arms open for you. “Come here, love.”
You pushed off the couch, crossing the space between you, and straddled his legs as you sobbed into his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.
“Shhh, it’s okay, doll. Everything is going to be okay now. Just wait and see.” His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back.
Your crying slowed, and then stopped, as you nuzzled your face into Steve’s neck. Your lips start to press softly against his skin and you could feel his cock twitch beneath you. A moment later, Steve grabbed your hips and started to move them, making you grind against his muscular thigh. You let out a whimper as you began dry humping against his ever-growing bulge. The friction was increasing your arousal and a wet spot formed on your leggings.
Steve kept making you grind against him, but when you were about to cum, so close your body was trembling, he suddenly stopped. You whine at the loss of the friction, and Steve chuckled.
“I don’t want you cumming in your leggings. Your pussy only cums around my cock.”
He lifted you with ease, and your legs wrapped around his waist. Steve carried you up the stairs and to his bedroom and when he placed you back on your feet, you both started to undress one another, clothes flying everywhere until you were both naked.
You crawled up the bed with Steve’s eyes following your every movement. You lay on your back and spread your legs for him and he finally moves to follow, climbing onto the foot of the bed and working his way up your body, kissing you all over. When he reached your face, he went back down again, kissing your breasts and the spot on your neck that always made you whimper. You knew he would love to take his time with you right now, he always did prefer it that way, but right now both your bodies are screaming with need. He grabbed his cock and slowly pumped it a few times and you couldn’t draw your eyes away as he rubbed his tip through your wet folds and finally sank home to where he was meant to be.
Steve leant on his arms as he drove his thick cock in and out of you. You groaned in pleasure as he pushed you higher and higher, back towards your orgasm. In and out, slow and steady, Steve made love to you. He dips his head, panting against your neck, now and again, kissing and sucking on that spot that drives you wild. Your legs are wrapped around his trim waist, anchoring you together even more, as he worked you over and over again.
Steve finally drove his cock into you for that one pivotal moment where you finally came around him, a long moan of his name on your lips. As your walls squeezed and spasm around Steve’s cock he slowed down for a moment before speeding back up and starting to fuck you into the mattress. Your fingers laced with his and he placed your hands by your head.
“Fuck, doll. You feel so good. I just want you in my bed. Every. Fucking. Night.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. In and out, harder and faster, he took you until finally, he came deep inside your pussy with a shout of your name.
After a few heavy breaths, Steve pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a towel and cleaned gently between your legs before throwing the towel in a hamper. In a moment, he crawled back into the bed and pulled the covers over both of you. You turned to cuddle into his side, your head resting on his chest.
“Steve? What was the plan you had figured out for months that I didn’t listen to?
Steve chuckled for a minute before he could compose himself.
“I talked to your dad about us already,” he admitted.
“Wait, what?” You sat up and looked down at him, taken completely by surprise
“After you left, I wasn’t in a good headspace. So one night, I show up depressed and drunk at your dad’s house. He asks what’s wrong, and I say I’m in love with your daughter. That I wanted you back and I was going to marry you.”
“You want to marry me?” You gasped in shock.
“I do, doll. Well, after I spilled my drunken heart out, your dad punched me in the face a few times. Told me he had a feeling something wasn’t right cause you kept going for walks every night. He even said he could see you light up every time I was around.”
“So what did my dad say after that? Is he mad at us?”
“Your dad threatened to shoot me if I ever broke your heart. We didn’t talk for a few months, but by April we were hanging out again.”
“I’m surprised he’s okay with this. Us. Although, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because I’ve decided I wanted to move in with you. I’m going to find a job in town so we can be together.”
Steve rolled you onto your back and kissed you passionately. “Now that just made my day. I’m so happy you decided to choose me. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Just the two of us.”
“Same Stevie. This is the start of a new chapter for us.”
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.
let’s all think about some of our favourite dbf!’s in summer
it is crazy hot outside and you are stuck in a in the same place as him, waiting for your dad to come.
because you have well manners you told him to make himself comfortable while you went to kitchen
the a/c is old and semi-broken so the only solution you have found was to get yourself some sorbe/ice cream to at least stop your organs from boiling inside
you don’t even care to look up to him. busy with some magazine on your lap, as you extended your legs on the coffee table.
you were a pure torture
he can’t even decide whether he should focus on your exposed legs or the excuse of a fabric you called tank top these days or how you licked up the ice cream.
or hide his semi-bulge which was growing each time you licked your ice cream.
when you took last bit inside your mouth like a pro he could not help but groan
you did not even try to hide your smirk
you knew exactly what you were doing to him. and you were enjoying it a bit too much.
he knew he lost it when you put your finger inside your mouth to suck on the sticky liquid
a small moan left your lips, not because of the sweet taste on your fingers. it was just to push him to the edge
“why ‘suck on your fingers babygirl, when I have something better for you to suck right here?”
Soft dark DBF!Porn Director Steve x Naive!reader x surprise guest
Mr. Rogers is your dad's best friend, always so nice and sweet to you.
Giving you the best shoulder massages, telling you how pretty you look in your new sundress, making sure the disgusting boys at your college leave you alone.
So naturally when he asks you for your help, you don't want to say no. And it's not his fault, his star performer quit on him. You dont even have to be camera, he just needs to work on the scene while he finds a replacement.
"We'll do all the work sweetheart, all you have to do is lay there. Can you do that for me? Help me out just this once? No of course not, the red light means the camera is off."
