First Father’s Day Gift
Relationship: stepdad!Steve Rogers x black!stepdaughter
Warnings: age gap (reader is over 21), graphic language, stepdad/stepdaughter relations, smut, unprotected sex, cheating/sneaking around, 18+
A/N: many many many distractions later, it’s here, my very random stepdad!Steve fic that I got inspired to write yesterday for Father’s Day. I felt kinda weird dropping it on the actual day since it’s sooo…so I’m glad I’m dropping it today. And who would’ve thunk my little return would be an Evans/Steve Rogers fic…looks like seeing Materialists had me feeling some type of way… “you said no more Evans fics” yeah well I can’t control my evil creative brain y’all…
Father’s Day…you didn’t believe in celebrating the holiday after your mom got with Steve. Your dad long gone with his new wife and life, you had no real reason to care anymore. And now you’re stuck with this fuckin asshole who just won’t stop…tormenting you with his mouth, his hands, his fuckin everything. Why would you voluntarily do anything for either “father” figure in your life? So when your mom asks, “what’re you going to give Steve for Father’s Day,” for the twentieth time, you almost snap, “I don’t know, a blow job?!” Because you know that’s what he wants, what he expects. Because she knows you don’t give a shit and rather not pretend. But instead, you bite the same raw spot in your cheek that you’ve been gnawing at all week. You almost want to tell her to stop asking.
“I really don’t know mom…” you answer dryly, drop your shoulders and rolls your eyes. “You know how I feel.”
“I just wish you’d try,” she sighs, as if you’re hurting her feelings for not acknowledging Steve for being your stand in daddy. If only she knew what kind of daddy he was to you…
“Okay fine,” you groan in defeat, “I’ll get him a card or gift card or something,” because you’ve never even done that much for him. Just a measly happy father’s day greeting and your attendance at dinner. That’s all he deserved.
“That’d be very nice of you.”
You have no idea…you grimace as you leave the room, just to bump into Steve coming from upstairs. You avoid his heavy stare, his suffocating heat, continue your journey back to your room, but he takes you by the arm and pulls you back into his big body.
“Make sure you write something sweet…personable…” he whispers in your ear with a clever smirk, and a chill faintly falls down your spine. Try not to nuzzle into his stubble to feel the burn. “Something I’ll remember forever…”
“Ok Steve,” you gulp as you break his hold and stomp up the stairs, hands trembling at your sides. You can feel his smoldering eyes scaling up and down your back, imagining him standing there petting his bulge. Your heart races so fast you could pass out.
Steve’s been driving you up the walls with all his relentless teasing and edging, running you so hot sometimes you damn near black out from all the ache. He was fuckin with you for a reason, had to be. Like he’s laying the foundation to destroy you. You just don’t know when…and something in your gut told you it was going to be on Father’s Day as a sick little present to himself. Staring you down with his bright blue eyes piercing through your soul, lips deviously curled, ready to pounce on you. Steve’s been wilding out, and you’re exhausted. Hasn’t even fucked you yet and your body’s tired, sensitive, your pussy’s already salivating for his fat cock what the fuck. There’s no telling what lies ahead, and you don’t know if it scared or thrilled the fuck out of you.
You almost hate to love his late night torture sessions. The tension, the secrecy… Your heart skipped a beat every single time you happened to hear the doorknob turn, your body ever so slightly squirming under the covers as he tip toed over to your bed. Sometimes, you’d pretend to be asleep and wake up annoyed he was disturbing you with his perversions, but most times, you’d be up waiting for him to silently play with your pussy. It turned you on like no other…his dark figure hovering over you, whispering how good you feel and smell and taste.
“Lay on your back…spread your legs...”
Hypnotized by his voice, his brooding stature, you obeyed, licked your lips as he slipped one of his big hands over your heaving breast, down your stomach under the covers until he found your pussy already hot and wet, pulled his raging dick out of his boxers, aiming it for your opening mouth. Tongue laying out the red carpet, inviting him right on in without hesitation. Steve would just smile, trace your lips with his sticky tip, mesmerized by how willingly you’d give yourself to him whenever he wanted.
“That’s it…that’s my good girl.”
He’d let you roll your tongue all over his girth, make you suck just the head as he toyed with your clit, see how many thick fingers he could fit inside your creamy hole as he fucked your face. Steve was having too much fun spreading your pussy lips apart, popping his veiny dick on your swollen pink lips. Watch the tears fall from the corners of your big pleading eyes, relish in your muffled moans and whimpers…the way you fidget and convulse beneath him just dying to fuck you until you’re depleated.
“Yeah? You want my dick that bad huh? Yes you do baby—awww my good girl so cock hungry…tell daddy how bad you want it…”
You’re already a pathetic mess for your stepdad by the time Father’s Day rolls around.
In the morning, your mom and Steve have an intimate holiday breakfast you wish you knew about before you drowsily stumble into the kitchen to find them sharing food off each other’s plate. You grumble in angst as you turn heel out of there, bothered by the fact that he winks at you just as you two meet eyes. You can wait til they’re done to eat that’s fine. By midafternoon, your mom’s in your room telling you what to wear for dinner. Some little spaghetti strapped dress you know Steve’s going to end up going crazy over, so you try to distract her with other options but they just won’t do.
“It’s just so cute on you, and it’ll be perfect for the place we’re going to.”
That evening, when you come down the stairs in the dress, you could’ve sworn he was going to rip it off and take you right then and there in front of your mom. But luckily enough, he kept his shit together until you guys got to the restaurant. Plopped his thick ass in the seat next to yours once your mom was sat and immediately braced your thigh as the waiter asked for drink orders. You’re going to need copious amounts of wine to get through this dinner, and thankfully enough your mom orders a bottle for the table. She’ll have to order another before the night’s over.
Steve keeps a territorial hand stroking your thigh under the table as he casually converses with your mom like nothing’s happening. You choke down tart red wine and pieces of warm bread down your knotted throat as he trails his fingertips over your panties. Circling right where your swelling clit sits. As they talk and you drink, you focus on his seductive touch and lose yourself in how absolutely sinful it feels him teasing you like this. Your head spins, pussy gushes and wildly flutters, and a tiny wet spot collects right where his fingers dance. Steve clears his throat, stifles a wicked grin as he slows his motions. You nearly sink down in the chair, bob your head back and bite back a needy whimper but you remember where you are, who you’re with. Steve’s making you feel so fuckin good though. He watches your body shiver from the corner of his eye and raises a curious brow. A finger pulls your panties to the side as another twirls around your bare clit. You grip the edge of your seat, fight your eyes from rolling back.
“Babe, where’s your card?”
Her out of nowhere question snaps you back to reality. “Oh! Oh uh…uummm…guess I forgot it back at-at the house or whatever…” you anxiously stutter, try to compose yourself but god, your skin’s covered with goosebumps and he’s trying not to laugh, running his finger along your wet slit.
“She can give it to me later,” he smiles just as he sinks his finger as far as he can inside your pussy. “Can’t wait.”
By the time you guys make it home, you’re completely lightheaded from the wine and the edging. Your pussy aches for his fingers, your wetness sticks to your clamped thighs. Ready to call it a night, you slither away from your mom and Steve sharing a moment at the door. It doesn’t matter if he’s distracted or not he’s going to get his hands on you no matter what, but you just need a moment to get your shit together. Your knees buckles, the room spins and bounces. Your mom and Steve whisper and giggle behind you as you inch for your escape. Just get to your bed and lie down, just for a minute. Before he comes in and execute whatever masterplan he’s been sitting on.
Just as you take a weary step up on the first step, Steve grabs your elbow. “Don’t take this off yet,” he delicately orders as he brushes his lips against your ear. You freeze, catch your breath, hope your mom’s out of the room. “Want you patiently sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me, card in your lap. Understood?”
“Yes Steve.”
He hums a happy grin as he releases your flaccid arm, pats you on the ass. “Good girl.”
You fidgeted on the foot of your bed for over an hour waiting on Steve to essentially put your mom to bed so he could use you. You were dying to touch yourself for some relief but it’d be pointless. You were dying for his touch only. And it’d piss Steve off if he found you started without him. Feverish, throat tight and patience wearing thin, you stare down at the card sitting over your hot pussy and think back on the words you wrote earlier. You hope they’re good enough, that your mom never sees them. They’re too telling, maybe a little too sentimental, but you wanted to make him happy…make him want you even more. You’re addicted to that feeling and you don’t know why. You shouldn’t be doing this; you’re better than this fuck shit. But this fucked up ass game with Steve is so…intoxicating…
“Baby girl…”
Your heart leaps at the sound of him finally coming in to your dimly lit room. Heat consumes your anxious body and you lose control over your breath. How does he have this insane affect on you? The moment he’s near you lose all common sense, go practically feral. Tonight he’s shirtless, down to his boxer briefs and socks, somehow much bigger than he’s seemed. Maybe it was the alcohol, the want, that made him feel much more monstrous than ever.
“Happy Father’s Day Steve,” you greet shakily handing the envelope over.
He gleefully takes it and sits on the bed, impatiently jerks you into his sturdy lap. “Awww…did you write something special for me?”
“Yeah daddy…”
Steve rips the envelope open and snatches the card out, excited to read the words that you wrote. For some reason, you’re quite nervous to watch him quietly read the card, afraid what you’d said determines your night’s outcome. You made sure to hit those important key words and phrases: ‘good daddy,’ ‘best stepdad ever,’ ‘treat me like one of your own,’ and the strongest one: ‘I love you Steve.’ Your pussy uncontrollably throbs as you wait for him to finish and acknowledge your good behavior.
“Mmm…my sweet girl, I love this. Thank you for finally getting me something for Father’s Day.” He kisses your cheek, places the card on the bed. “Thank you for finally acknowledging me as your daddy…” Steve smirks as he decorates your jawline with more sweet kisses and snuggles in closer, slips his sweaty hand up between your legs to find your panties gone.
“Yes sir,” you close your eyes and sigh.
Gently stroking your pussy, breathing heavy behind your ear, he softly whispers, “you like me being your daddy right? Like when I’m good to you like this?”
You shudder, “mmmhmmm…” behind thinned lips, doing your best not to roll your hips into his firm hand.
“Fuck I can tell…pussy so wet for me…” A dark chuckle sounds in your hazy head and another chill quakes through you, your folds wildly flutter around his sticky fingers. Melting in his strong arms he’s absolutely smitten with the way you succumb to him. One devilish smirk, one faint touch…all it takes. Your wetness procures along your convulsing entrance and its slippery sound indicates you’re ready for him. “Such a good baby girl mmmm…ready to give daddy his real gift? I think you are.”
Steve’s golden blonde hair is so soft and comforting against your cheek. “What gift?” Your voice so meek and innocent you almost don’t recognize it.
“This pussy I’ve been craving, obsessing over...” He smooths a hand across your shoulder blade, pulls down the thin strap of your dress to reveal your breasts to squeeze and pinch and without any help, your legs part even wider. “Can’t wait much longer...”
You knew it, knew this is what he ultimately was working towards, and even in your erotic daze you knew fucking him was wrong. “But Steve…”
“Ssshhhh come on baby girl. Been waiting for this present for weeks. Give daddy what he wants, please. It’s my day…” He implores as he spreads your pussy open, expose your fat clit to the cool air. He playfully dips his finger up to the knuckle between your wet walls and he purrs, leans in to put a nipple in his mouth. You gasp and flinch, your spine curls into his puckered lips. His tongue flicks and tugs at your erect nipple, his finger stationary inside you. He won’t give you more until you comply. And you’re going to, because you want so much more. You want every last bit of him. He made you that way.
“Mmmkaaay…”
Steve growls into your prickled damp flesh, easing you off his beefy thigh to stand on your wobbly legs before him. For a minute, he admires you there all droopy eyes and panting, silently begging him to put you out of your misery. Shooting you the hottest shit eating smile you’ve ever seen, he manipulates his raging hard dick out of his underwear and tugs at it dripping and veiny with a hardy fist. You’re mesmerized by the drops of clear precum that falls down his flushed rigid skin. So much so you almost fall to your weak knees for a taste but then Steve doles out his instructions.
“Grab a pillow.” He nods back behind him. He loves to tell you what to do, and you love to do what he says, instantly grabbing one of your pillows. “Bend over the edge of the bed and put it under your hips.”
You fall into position as Steve rises, towering behind your ass perked up in the air. He flicks the hem of your dress up over your naked ass, pumping his dick as he gawks at how beautiful you look. “Mmm…look at you…so perfect…” A little slap takes you by surprise. “Are you excited to give daddy his gift?”
Beyond… “Yes daddy,” you huff as you restlessly toot your ass up higher, fisting the covers beneath you. You almost hold your breath as you listen to Steve’s, anticipating his every move. When was he going to shove it inside you? How? Tenderly, like he wanted to take his time feeling your pussy open up? Vigorously, like your pussy’s all he ever desired? Either way, you were ready to finally have him in your guts. Of course, the teasing doesn’t stop now that he’s getting what he wants, no. No he’s got to take his time inching towards your parted legs, feel his cock grow harder amidst his wrapped fingers. The second you feel his sticky wet tip barely touch your hot folds you whine, and Steve moans, splitting you open with such a delicate gasp you drool a bit. His dick fills you with such ease you go limp, reaching you so deep you belt a lustful groan.
“You’re the best baby. The best baby girl…” He chants as he slowly pulls out and slowly fills you deeply again, his heart skipping several beats as your walls flutter and flood. “Fuck…this pussy’s so good. You feel too good baby oh my god…”
You squeal in ecstasy, full of Steve’s thick veiny cock and it’s like fuckin heaven. It shouldn’t be this good…it’s so wrong but fuckin hell it feels so damn right it’s almost insane. You’ve never been this wet before, for any boyfriend or fuck buddy. Was this twisted relationship really doing it for you? Are you that fucked up?
“Oh baby…relax…it’s okay…” His soothing hand comforts you, brings you out of your distracting thoughts. His slow steady strokes are enough to make you go dumb as fuck, his hand softly caresses your slithering spine. “How good does it feel to finally have daddy’s dick hmm?”
“So fuckin good fuck!” You muffle your shrills and shouts into your trembling hands, doing your best to be stay quiet but the stretch burns just right, and he’s hitting the right spot in the pit of your stomach. “God…deeper…”
“Can’t baby…” he softly laughs, bites his lip at all the cream dripping out of you and down to his tight balls, “your hungry lil pussy’s already swallowing all daddy’s dick. Need me to go harder?”
“Please,” you weakly cry into your cupped hands, wearily shake your head. What are you even saying? Apparently all the right things because right then Steve picks up momentum, popping his flexed hips off your ass, skin lightly tapping with each firm stroke. He doesn’t want to go too hard, cause too much of a commotion, but hearing you beg for him to dig you out is so fuckin sexy. So he has to. Fuck it. Your bed rocks under y’all’s weight, but thankfully the frame doesn’t hit your wall. The mattress doesn’t creak or moan. He sighs out in relief with a whimsy smirk, aggressively gripping your hips. Blinking away the stars that fill his watery eyes, he huffs muted grunts, digs his nails into your bones. You’re so tight he’s going to lose it all over your rippling walls. You’re so wet he can’t stop fucking into you. He never wants to stop fucking this perfect little pussy.
“Harder!”
Steve breathlessly chuckles as he hard blinks down at your ass bouncing off his muscles, soothing a hand down your curved back. “Fuck baby…if I go any harder, swear I’ll cum…”
“I don’t care,” you whimper miserably as you pout back at him, begging him with big woeful eyes to, “use my pussy daddy. Fuck me Steve.”
You’re a completely different person under your stepdad’s thumb, and you aren’t too ashamed. Steve has total control over your body, and it feels so fuckin good you don’t even give a fuck anymore. Go hard, beat your shit up, you were suddenly dying for him to. His shiny baby blue eyes roll up into his skull as he croaks a pathetic whimper. That desperate look in your eye…it’s going to make him act the fuck out. His teeth sink deeper into his bottom lip, yanks you just a smidge closer by the hip, fisting the back of your dress to really bounce you up and down his length. Your hands slap over your dropped jaw. You both go numb from your head down to the very tip of your curled toes.
“Oh my god baby girl…wanna stay in your pussy all night long fuck…”
Your tiny noises and gasps for air are the only response as Steve fucks you as hard as he can without bringing attention to your bedroom. Your pussy gushes around his pounding girth and the sound is music to his burning ears. He isn’t going to make it all night let alone another ten minutes. The way your walls clamp all around him make Steve dizzy with pleasure. Meeting the back of your pussy with a muted thump drives him wild. Your muffled mewling makes his dick tingle with excitement. You’re so close he can feel it in the way your walls tighten, how your breath quickens and your legs violently shake. A tired laugh breaks from his hyperventilating chest. You look so fuckin perfect taking his dick like a good girl he wishes he could record a video or take a picture.
“Fuck baby girl…I need you to cum for daddy so I can cum for you. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s dick?”
Steve didn’t even have to ask; you’re on the verge of combustion. Another firm pump or two and you were gonna be a goner. Afraid to breathe or open your loud mouth, you frantically nod against the bounce of the mattress, ready to pleasantly fade away. Out of nowhere, Steve fists the back of your hair and forces you up, forces you to arch your back so he can hit your pussy at a different deeper angle that makes you want to scream. Slapping a clammy hand on his forearm, you hang on for dear life.
“You like that? Huh? That’s the spot?” You grunt, claw his sweaty skin as resounding yes. “Then cum…cum for me baby girl come on…taking my dick like the good girl you are…yeaaaah yes that’s right. You’re my good girl…”
And that you did…erupting as hard and as quiet as you possibly can but you have little control over what comes out of you at the moment. His endless praises in your ear send an array of chills and goosebumps over every inch of your brown skin. Releasing every single sexual frustration your evil stepdad has ever put on you, you collapse a spasming shell to the bed, creaming and squirting so much around Steve’s quivering dick he has to hurry and pull out to shoot his load all over your ass and messy pussy lips. He can’t believe how much comes oozing out of him, squeezing and jerking every last drop onto your slit. His cum drips off your pussy and onto the bed. He heaves one last big breath, hides his tired limp dick back home in his boxer briefs and silently sits beside you on the bed.
“Atta girl…” Steve gratefully praises as he pets your empty head, lovingly smiling down at your lifeless body. “You feel better?”
“Yes daddy,” you sleepily crack, appreciating his affectionate touch. You can hardly keep your heavy eyelids open, absolutely worn out from the day. Your body aches but in the best way, can hardly move a muscle. Cant even get undressed and in bed you’re so done physically. Thankfully enough, he’s sweet enough to pull your disheveled dress off for you, get you under the covers properly so you can get a good night’s sleep. Just like a good dad should.
“Thank you baby girl. Thank you for taking care of your daddy.” He whispers against your cheek before he kisses you good night. “Sleep well…”
