Warnings: SMUT 18+ only (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff.
Words: 1094
Summary: It's the one year anniversary with the local florist Steve Rogers. He goes above and beyond to make sure he shows you how much he loves you.
A/N: Well, I've been writing on this site for about a year. This is a follow up to my first ever fic Concentrated Sunlight and a huge thanks to @syntheticavenger for giving me a reason to start my writing journey. This fic is dedicated to them because without their follower celebration and encouragement I would have never started posting my writing. A special thanks to @river-soul and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta reading this and hyping me up to post. The STUNNING moodboard is thanks to @dreamlessinparis and I am obsessed with it. As always minors DNI, if you don't have an age in bio I will block you. Enjoy!
You couldn’t believe you were running late to meet your boyfriend, Steve Rogers. You knew he was closing the shop early so you guys could celebrate your one year anniversary. You insisted it wasn’t necessary, but he was persistent. Since he confessed his feelings to you that day in his flower shop, it had been a whirlwind romance. You always had weekly flowers, all the dinner dates you wanted, and quiet moments in the morning when the sun was just peeking through the blinds gently waking you both up.
As you put your key in the door you smiled, remembering a particular morning when you thought you woke up alone, only for Steve to walk in with a tray and the news you both were taking the day off and spending it in bed. A twist of the knob and you were rushing into your apartment to get ready when you stopped dead in your tracks. Every surface was covered in orange and yellow flowers, and in the middle of it all was Steve. He was smiling as you took in the scene and slowly moved to where he was standing, holding another bouquet.
“Right on time, my flower. Dinner just finished cooking and I ordered dessert from the Maximoff bakery.” Steve handed you the bouquet and kissed your forehead.
“Steve, I thought we were going out to dinner. You said I needed to be home by 7:00 if there was any chance to make the reservation.” You took the bouquet still in awe.
“Did I say that? Hm, well it could be that I needed you home by 7:00 to surprise you. How’d I do?” Steve asked a bit cocky.
You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, tears pricking your eyes. “It’s perfect, I love orange flowers.”
As Steve led you to the table where the dinner was already plated, you breathed in the mouth watering scent of tomato and basil and practically moaned. He watched you, smiling as you took a bite of the pasta.
“You know, when you first asked me for orange flowers I thought it was fitting,” Steve stated as he started to eat.
You looked at him quizzically, “Why do you say that?”
“Well you see, when I first saw you it was like you were radiating sunshine. All I wanted to do was be close to you, you practically glowed. Orange flowers seemed to be the obvious choice, they reminded me of the sun.”
You let out a little chuckle and shook your head before looking down. When you glanced back up, Steve’s eyes were on you and they were full of sincerity. You gave him a smile and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“When I first came into the flower shop I was honestly shocked to see someone so, well, massive handling such delicate things,” You took another bite of your food before continuing, “Who knew how deft those fingers could actually be.”
Steve let out a laugh and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Well you would have a bit of first hand experience with that now, don’t you?”
You almost choked on your food at the bold innuendo. Once you composed yourself, thighs clenched together, you leaned close to Steve and gave him a smirk.
“Maybe you could give me a bit of a reminder? Show me how expertly you can use those fingers of yours.”
In a flash, Steve was on you pulling you out of your seat and walking you over to the counter. He wasted no time pressing you against the cool granite, and pushing up the skirt of your dress. He ran his fingers over your clothed core, causing you to gasp.
“Already so wet for me sunshine. Gonna be such a good girl for me when I give you my cock, but first, let's get you nice and ready. Need to make sure that tight cunt can take me, right?”
Before you could answer, Steve slipped two fingers into your pussy and curled them to hit that spongy spot that made you see stars. You angled your hips on the counter to allow his fingers to reach deeper inside of you. He circled his thumb on your clit and you felt your stomach start to tighten, his fingers fucking into you quickly.
“Fuck, Steve don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.” You writhed as his fingers continued to take you apart.
“I can feel, sweet girl, really squeezing my fingers ready to cum. Let go love, I got you.”
You let out a wanton moan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you came. Steve’s fingers were unrelenting as he helped you through your high. He pulled them out of you and sucked each one clean with a moan.
“Absolutely divine.”
With that, he led you into the bedroom where his hands softly grasped your waist. He placed you in the center of the bed, which was littered with rose petals, and pulled your dress off. He quickly removed his clothes and climbed over you. He slowly removed your panties with care before unclasping your bra and sitting back looking at you with complete adoration. You smiled up at him, reaching your arms out to pull him close.
“I want to feel you inside me. I’m yours, Steve.”
Steve leaned in to kiss you deeply, every ounce of affection poured into that kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance to slowly sink in. You gripped his shoulders tight, nails dug into the muscular flesh, as he bottomed out. He stilled for a moment groaning as you got used to his size. When you raised your hips to gain some release, he started thrusting into you without abandon.
“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. Made for me, my flower, taking my cock so well.”
You moan as he thrusts harder, feeling your orgasm build again.
“Made for you, only you. Fill me up Steve, I wanna feel you dripping out of me.”
Steve let out a low growl as he quickened his pace and you clenched tight around him, cumming with a cry. His hips began to falter as he pushed deep inside you, spilling into your warm wet walls. He kissed you deeply, chest heaving as he maneuvered you on top of him.
“I love you my sunshine, happy anniversary.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled a blanket over you.
“I love you too, sweetheart. This has been the best year of my life.”
Lydia works as a bartender. Billy works as a tattoo artist who is dating Lydia. One day after work, Billy is walking past the flower shop that recently opened when hello cutie! he notices Steve who is flipping stunning among all the flowers. Billy rushes to the bar and starts to gush about the new cutie on the block. Lydia goes to meet the infamous Steve and is just flabbergasted because who let this angel out of Heaven? Steve falls in love with both Lydia and Billy after becoming good friends with them. Steve is bummed out when he learns that Lydia and Billy are dating. But after some time, Steve confesses that he's in love with both of them. Lydia and Billy are happy to accept him into their relationship.
Bucky Barnes, a punk tattoo artist and self-professsed scruffy-looking nerf-herder, never expected to willing step foot inside the neighbouring flower shop to his retro tattoo parlour. And he also never expected that Steve Rogers, his childhood crush turned devastatingly handsome florist, to own the place.
This is a modern tale of hopeless pining, inordinate amounts of plaid shirts worn and tattoos described, Star Wars marathons and obscure references, and two tragically normal men who begin to realise that they had loved each other just as much as they did as kids.
When up and coming boxer Bucky starts getting distracted by the cute blond florist across the street from his gym, it's clear that something must be done.
Steve Rogers works as a florist. Yes, a florist.
He's pretty used to spending his time with colourful flowers and not a lot of people, when one lazy day a man walks into his shop and changes everything.
I hope it's okay to ask but is there any chance that you might wish to draw something along the lines of a shrinkyclinks drawing of small trans (florist?) Steve and clean-shaven (I love the drawings you've already done but facial hair can trigger me sometimes so I hope it's ok to ask) nonbinary Bucky wearing comfy pyjamas and snuggling whilst watching a movie/listening to their favourite music maybe? :) I just found your redbubble shop and would absolutely love to buy stickers etc. like this :)
of course!! sorry i’m usually so big on facial hair, here’s a nice scene from the by foreign hands (or by familiar) universe. i’ve popped it up on redbubble if you fancy it!!
