At a young age, it was all about Arnold's room to me. The aesthetic, the technology, I remember thinking this was some futuristic cartoon all due to this guys room...
Getting older and watching the series again, the room is still a masterpiece and a dream, but Arnold's stoicism, mannerisms, the way he carried himself, he was just the coolest being (fictional/or not) ever to me and one of my all-time favorite fictional characters.
I went to a Barns and Nobles today, picked up a few Beatles books and then went for hibachi, and guess what? While we were eating our food, “With a Little Help From My Friends” started playing! And after it? “Come Together!” Then, “Ticket to ride,” “I Saw Her Standing There,” and “Eleanor Rigby!” All in a row!!! It was wonderful and completely unexpected, I started singing all the words and guessing the song the moment it started! It was wonderful and I didn’t care that people were looking at me, I was the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.
I love how all these years later, the Beatles are still the greatest and still being played everywhere ❤️❤️
Summary: You and Steve FINALLY make it to your suite. And the results are sweet.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Former Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, 20 yr angst, sexual frustration, A yacht, swimming,Steve sketching reader, dry humping, fingering, size kink, personal lubricant, woman on top/ in control, Captain/Sir kink, praise/degradation kink, dirty talk, sloppy oral (m/f receiving), raw p in v, breeding/lactation kink, creampie. Basically porn with plot. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.
This is the next part in the Greatest series.
A/N: It has been just a little over exactly a year since I've written these two. Please forgive my ain't-shitness. And thank you for rocking with me. I love you all!
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You were relaxing on the bow of the yacht, staring out over an amazing view.
You’d had a delicious brunch with Aperol spritzes, and as the yacht floated on the beautiful Gulf of Genoa, the only sounds you heard were of the water, John Coltraine, and the scratching of Steve’s pencil against the paper of his sketch pad.
He had been wonderful, and contemplative, company for you.
Your time was spent journaling and looking at the water and the cliffs, rotating your lounger with the sun. You even dozed for a few minutes, waking up to find Steve looking at you piercingly as he sketched.
Your sister was right.
Steve was very much into you.
You could get used to this you thought as you got up and walked over to Steve, who looked up at you and smiled.
“Can I see what you’re sketching?”
Steve blushed, and then moved so that you could sit down beside him.
“Sure.”
He put his pencils down and handed his leather bound sketch book to you. You gasped.
“Steve! These are…”
You flipped the pages, looking to him for approval. He nodded and smiled at you.
There were many images, on the boat, some very detailed from the day, some rough sketches, but they were all clearly you. You turned to one drawing of you naked, and it made you feel some kind of way.
You’d never posed that way for him.
“Drew that one from memory. Last night.”
“You make me look so…”
“Beautiful? Then that just means I’m drawing you accurately.”
“You really see me this way?”
You were gazing at the sketches with wonder.
“I can’t believe that you don’t. Y/N. You are one of the most beautiful, most desirable women I’ve ever seen. People talk about Aria, but she looks just like you.”
You turned and put the sketch book down on the table beside Steve’s lounger.
“Can I have a kiss?”
Steve’s eyes lit up.
“You can have anything you want.”
“I want you…”
Steve groaned as you climbed up on his lap and grabbed his face. You traced his lips with your fingers before he closed the distance between you and captured yours with his own. You were breathless before he pulled back and rested his forehead on yours.
“That was… nice.”
Steve shifted, sending his crotch grinding into yours and relishing the way you shivered in his arms.
“You want me?”
Steve looked back up at you. Hopeful.
“Yes. And I want to try. A relationship? Dating once we get back to the states? It will be hard. I travel a lot with what I do, go from coast to coast, and all over the world with Aria.”
You were nervously speaking in questions.
“Hmmm. Wonder how I could get from coast to coast, and all over the world? Oh right, I have two airplanes and I’m a pilot.”
Steve smirked at you as you smacked him on the arm.
“I just don’t want you to feel as if you have to chase after me. Or wait for me to get back when I need to go. Long distance can be hard.”
Steve nodded, and then gave you a quick peck on your lips.
“I know. But I would follow you to the ends of the earth. And I’ve already waited for 20 years. What’s a little longer?”
“How can you be so damn perfect?”
You attacked him, kissing him again as he laughed and grabbed you, holding you close.
“Not perfect, maybe just perfect for you?”
“Maybe,” you smiled into his shirt as you traced a vein down his arm.
“But I want a do over.”
“A do over of what?”
“Of our first date.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, tonight. But first, I wonder if you will give me some? Please? Pretty please Steve?”
You reached down and grasped his hardness in your hand; Steve moaned.
Steve’s mouth was open as you begged for him.
“Oh Baby, you have no idea how much I want that.”
You whined as you moved your hips to feel more of him.
“Steve… need you…”
Your sultry whisper in his ear made him weak.
“Me too. I just … I want it to be special… to take our time…”
“I need you inside me, Captain.”
“Fuuuuuck.…I want that too, Doll. So bad… I dreamt of it last night.”
Steve moved so that his mouth was on your neck.
“You taste like coconuts right now. Why is that?”
“Hmmmm. Flavored body oil spray. It’s edible.”
“Well then, I need to taste more…later. “
You writhed against him hoping for some relief.
“So desperate. I love it when you get needy for me, Baby.”
Steve took in your face and your lips opened in desire. He grabbed the back of your neck, wrapping his hand around your face and inserted his thumb into your mouth. You sucked at it greedily which made him groan again.
“Is that what you want?”
You moaned around his digit and nodded, your heart about to beat out of your chest. Steve leaned down to whisper in your ear as he shoved his thumb further past your tongue and held your mouth open.
“I loved the way you took it in your mouth yesterday. Such a good, good throat. Such a good, sweet girl for me.”
His hand was now at the crotch of your bathing suit and your eyes rolled back into your head at his filthy words as he gagged you with his digit. His long fingers on his other hand pulled the suit to the side and slowly inserted two inside you.
“I can barely get in here, Sweetheart. You’re gonna struggle to take me …”
You grunted, both at what he was doing to you and at what he was saying.
“Yes… you’ll have to be patient just a little while longer. Tonight…”
His wet thumb was caressing your nipples over your bathing suit now. You were frustrated.
“You’re all talk.”
“And you’ll do whatever I say. Later.”
Steve’s words and his steely eyed stare were speaking straight to your pussy. You clenched down on his fingers and he moaned.
“So fucking right. Patience, Doll. Just a little while longer. Meanwhile, you and I need to cool down.”
Steve abandoned you to take off his shirt, laughing at your lust before he reached down to gather you in his arms again while approaching the passerelle.
“Can you get your hair wet?”
“Yes, I planned on swimming, but are you really about to throw me in the water right now?”
“No. “
Steve shook his head as he stopped on the edge.
“Good.”
You smiled as you took in the view.
“I figure we’d take the plunge together.”
And then he backed up and ran toward the edge, you squealing in his arms, the warm mediterranean water separating you when you hit the surface. Soon you felt his arms slip back around you as you found each other again and kissed in the warm Italian sun.
You wanted this moment to last forever.
—-
You made it through the 6 hour voyage and back to the hotel to change for dinner. The meal was nice, with great wine and even better conversation.
After the meal, Steve asked a question as you walked to the elevators.
“Does that invitation to your suite still stand?”
You pressed your back into the elevator wall as Steve pressed the button for your floor before you even answered his question.
This cocky bastard. It was so hot.
“Sure, are we gonna have a pillow fight?”
You raised your arms to his board shoulders as he leaned down to your ear.
“Did you say pillow bite?”
You cocked your head at him, smirking.
“So it’s like that?”
“Very much so.”
You kissed him as the doors opened onto your floor. Steve kept his hands on you as you opened your door and immediately had you up against the first available surface once the door closed hands and mouth everywhere he could reach.
After you two almost broke what looked to be a very expensive vase, Steve stepped back from you, lips swollen from your kisses and chest heaving.
“D’you want me as much as I want you?”
You realized now that the look on Steve’s face that you’d once interpreted to be irritation with you or annoyance, was in fact concentration. You pondered the meaning of being the center of his attention as you moved toward him.
“Do you not remember the way I took your cock down my throat the other day?”
You pressed your body against his and Steve swore, growling in your ear.
“Oh yes. That was truly.” He kissed your neck.
“Truly.”
This time the kiss was on the plane of your chin.
“Truly amazing.”
He kissed your lips softly when you decided you were tired of playing around. You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.
—-
Soon, you were both naked in the bedroom, a bottle of Prosecco rescued from the honor bar and opened on the dresser. Your eyes were drawn to Steve Rogers, who was as beautiful as one of the statues in the Galleria Borghese.
Steve was grasping his cock at the base as his eyes swept over your body. He was remembering the taste of you.
“You are so beautiful.”
He squeezed himself harder and tried to keep from moving his hand up and down his thick shaft as you stared and licked your lips.
“Come over here, Stevie. Please.”
You lay on the bed on your stomach, showcasing your ass and looking at him invitingly. Stave moved closer, but stopped.
“What if I told you that I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight?”
You began to pout.
“Fix that face.”
That command made you whimper at the power in his voice.
“You are going to fuck me, Doll.”
“What?”
Steve reached for your hand as he switched places with you. Then he lay there and resumed stroking himself. You licked your lips at the sight and retrieved the bottle of Prosecco, suddenly very thirsty.
You contemplated the power he was giving you, and decided you liked this rush of control.
“I like the idea of that, Steve. I’ll get to express exactly how much I want you.”
You took a swig and leaned down to kiss him, giving him a taste from your lips. He licked your mouth as you thumbed his nipples, causing him to shiver from your cold touch. You couldn’t resist tasting his cherry red lips again and again as you lightly squeezed his throat, then ran your hand down his sternum and his abs to the tip of his wet cock.
You grazed the length of him down to his balls, then looked into his eyes and kissed his lips as you took control of him.
“Your lips are perfect,” you whispered as you caressed him.
“No. yours,” replied Steve as he sought your mouth again.
“You like my mouth?”
As you leaned to teasingly kiss the thick cap of his cock, then took him fully down your throat
“Oh.. Shit…”
Steve massaged your scalp as you bobbed on him
“You are so fucking hot, Doll…”
You looked up with a smile and moved to lick his nipple, then kiss him again as you stroked him. Steve was mesmerized. Your hands, your lips, your tongue, he couldn’t concentrate on any one part of you that was ruining him.
It was sensation overload, and he needed to focus to not shoot off.
You were drunk on power. You spit on his cock, deep-throated him once, twice more, and then pulled away, causing Steve to groan as you withdrew contact, your sloppy blow job scrambling his brain. His head was on a swivel as he watched you get up to go to the dresser.
“May I?”
Steve nodded, eager for what was to come. You had a small spray bottle in your hand, and when the liquid made contact with his body, he jumped from the sensation. You rubbed the oil on his cock and up his body to his nipples, basking in the rapt attention he paid you as you sprayed yourself between your breasts. Steve’s cock got impossibly harder in your hand at the sight.
“I think I’m gonna like this.
You loved to hear his sexy deep voice break.
“You like me?”
“Yeah. I…”
Steve trailed off as your hands roamed his body.
“I like you too, Stevie,” you kissed him again. ”
Steve actually whimpered as you swung your leg over his hips and sat down on his cock, rubbing your pussy along his shaft as it lay against his stomach. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to keep from manhandling you.
“I wanna try that sweet cunt.”
“Hmmm. Is it sweet? Wanna taste it again?”
You leaned back and circled your clit with two fingers, then inserted them into his pretty mouth. Steve’s adam's apple bobbed as he sucked your fingers and swallowed your taste. You pulled away to suck his cock again until he was moaning, at which point you kissed and licked your way up his body, settling your thighs at his shoulders.
He gripped your ass as he turned hushed head so that his lips could kiss your thigh. His fingers reached around your leg to play in your crease as he gave your clit kitten licks and kisses. You tried to move back down, but he grasped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises that would give you daydreams the next day. He started sucking your clit so intently that you began seeing stars.
“Wanna fuck you now, Stevie. Wanna cum on your cock”
You were on the edge as Steve pulled off of your clit with an obscene slurp.
“I’m yours, Y/N.”
You reached back and grabbed his throbbing cock as you scooted your pelvis down, one hand on his neck and one hand positioning him to enter you. His shaft was large, but the head was even wider, and the stretch as you worked yourself open on him made you moan loudly. Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him while you slid down his length, stretching yourself out so incredibly well.
“My cock looks so big against your tiny pussy.”
His eyes were riveted.
“It is big, Captain. You’re so huge.”
You grabbed the headboard while you adjusted to his size. Steve’s hands came up around your waist and held you steady as you trembled around him.
Those blue eyes looked up at you with adoration.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Are you okay, Doll?”
“It feels amazing,” you stared down into his eyes and smiled, your slick leaking down his thick shaft to collect and drip off his balls.
“Yes. Yes it does. Holy mother god.”
He looked down to where you were connected.
“You’re wrapped around me so tight and so good, Doll.”
Steve looked up at you and licked his lips, pupils blown wide and struck dumb by lust.
You leaned down and kissed him when you bottomed out on him.
You stared at each other as you both finally got what you wanted. You took his head in your hands and kissed him as you pounded together.
Then you started moving.
Steve played with your nipples and you arched backwards as he planted his feet and pistoned up into you faster.
“Oh! Steve. Feel so full. So good.”
Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place as his hips moved at the devil's pace. The sound of his dick breaching your wet pussy and skin slapping on skin was everything. His thumb went to your clit and traced figure eights as you shuddered in his grip.
“F-f-f- u-u-u-ck! I’m- I’m coming!”
“Give it to me!”
He stroked you through your orgasm and then sat up, manipulating you so that you were sitting back on your arms in his lap as he moved you up and down his cock like a sex toy.
“Shit, you feel so good!”
Steve looked down at you and then up at the ceiling, eyes rolling
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.”
You looked down and the image of Steve’s large member destroying your hole was enough to make you cum around his cock again. Steve took control, taking your hips in his large hands and moving you at his will.
“Oh my god.”
He ground you against the base of his cock and started grinding circles for his greedy eyes and your pleasure. You were addicted.
“Such a good little slut for my cock. Need you to give me one more. That’s it. Good girl.”
He grabbed you by the hair and kissed you as you shuddered through your orgasm and suddenly, you were on your back as Steve flipped you over, getting on his knees and folding you in half to fuck you even better.
Steve stopped as he tried to hold back.
“You got me so close Doll… I gotta calm down.”
“I just want you to stuff me full of your cum, Captain.”
“Ooohhhhhh. Fuck.”
Steve sped up and then stopped, trying to calm down. But he couldn’t help what he said next that turned out to be his doom.
“Are- are you trying to have my baby, Y/N.”
You arched against him, shuddering at the thought.
“Nnnnnnoooooo. Fuck. Maybe.”
“You wanna be all round and full of my child, tits so full of milk…so I can suck… holy fuck!”
The image was making Steve start to shoot off.
“Fill me up, Steve–I”
“Ahhh!”
And then you keened as you felt his hot cum start to spurt against your walls. You came around his rapidly pulsing cock as he finished inside you.
You two were a hot, sweaty heap as you came down together, Steve kissing your forehead and praising you.
“You did so good for me.”
He gathered you in his arms.
“I love you.”
Steve gazed at you.
“Think I’ve been in love with you for 20 years, Y/N.”
You smiled at him.
“I love you too.”
You said it, barely above a whisper. But you meant it. Then you said it again.
“I love you, Steve Rogers.”
You attacked him, kissing him again as he laughed and grabbed you, holding you close.
“All of the bad things that we’ve gone through to get to this moment is for the best. I can see that now.”
Steve looked to you just like that little boy you met 20 years ago. Then you saw the beautiful man who loved you.
“You’re right. And this, right now. It’s the best of all.”
