Fic Summary: The most gorgeous guy you’ve ever seen shares your commute to work every day on the train. He notices you too but neither of you acts on it, until one evening when you’ve had a drink…
A/N: My first Steve Rogers fic, aaaahhhh! I hope you all like it. This is an AU so post serum Steve but he’s not an Avenger.
Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, strangers, public sex, public transport, no use of y/n.
Word count: 1585
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It’s 7am, you’re sitting on the train drinking your coffee when he gets on. It’s been about six weeks since you started sharing the same commute and it’s become the best part of your day. You’ve never spoken but there’s definitely sparks. You mostly just look at each other, you can tell there is an attraction between you but neither of you has ever made a move. You can’t help but stare when he sits opposite you, he has the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.
An elderly lady gets on the train and all the seats are taken, he gets up to let her sit and stands near you. You both still don’t talk but he keeps looking at you. The man next to you gets off at the next stop, he looks at the seat then at you. Waiting for you to say something. You don’t speak, just slightly nod. He sits down next to you, and you smell his cologne. It makes your underwear wet, but your face doesn’t betray you. You sit in silence for the rest of the journey, just glancing at each other out of the corners of your eyes.
Five stops later he’s about to get off the train but his fingertips graze your thigh as he stands. You feel the electricity buzz through you at his touch, completely soaking your underwear. You can help but wonder if he felt it too?
It’s the middle of summer and you’ve been invited out tonight for drinks for a co-worker's birthday. You’re going out straight after work, so you have another outfit and shoes in your bag, you really don’t want to be going out in your work clothes. You wear a pencil skirt and blouse for work, not the best outfit to be going out in. Unless you’re going to a librarian or secretary convention.
You disembark the train and walk the two blocks to work, thinking about him the whole way. Wishing that you’d had the courage to ask his name, so you have something to call out when you get yourself off later.
You get to work ten minutes early, so you go and get another coffee, needing the caffeine to get you through your workday. Hopefully it will keep you caffeinated all night too, so you can spend the entire night imagining him and seeing how many orgasms you can give yourself.
Your workday drags on, you pray for the end of the day so you can change for your night out. At 4:45pm and with all tasks finished for the day you head into the washroom to get changed. You take a quick shower and apply fresh make up before putting on your yellow summer dress and white wedge sandals. A white belt around your waist which matches your shoes and bag. You leave your hair down; it cascades around your shoulders. You keep your makeup light and stay on the nude side, fresher faced makes for an easier pull. Maybe you’ll find a guy to take home tonight, take out all your sexual frustration on him.
You meet the girls in the bar across the street for drinks, all of you in different colours as you order the first round of drinks. You choose a nice Chardonnay; white wine makes you lose you inhibitions and gives you confidence. Which is what you are going to need if you want to take a guy home.
After two hours of laughs and three glasses of wine you’re feeling free, but you’ve not seen a single guy who you were interested in. A couple of guys have approached but you’ve shot them down. You look across the bar and catch a glimpse of a guy who you think is the guy from the train, but your mind is playing tricks on you.
Another two hours and another two glasses of wine later and you’re ready to call it a night. You say goodnight to the girls and leave the bar alone, turning left outside the bar and walking towards the train station to head home.
You wait on the platform, the wine doing its job of giving you confidence but you’re still solo. Your train arrives and you get on, the compartment is empty apart from you, so you take a seat in the middle of the carriage and lean back, closing your eyes for a moment.
The train begins to move, causing vibrations to run through you. Then you begin to get aroused and think to yourself, “I’m alone, no one else here. Maybe I should rub one out?” You decide that you will and begin to rock back and forth slightly, your underwear getting wetter by the second. The vibrations pulsing through your pussy, making you quietly moan to yourself.
The train slows indicating that it’s approaching a station. You stop rocking for a moment, you don’t want anyone getting on and knowing what you were up to.
A guy gets on at the end of the carriage and takes a seat, he looks over to you. It’s him! Your fantasy guy from your commute! He eyes you up in your yellow summer dress and gets up from his seat. Making his way over to sit opposite you, he makes eye contact and gives you a smile.
The train begins to move, your liquid courage kicks into high gear and you begin to rock again. Making eye contact the entire time, his mouth drops open, and he lets out a moan. The confidence grows and you slip your hand under the skirt of your dress and reach into your panties. Your fingers find your clit and your breath quickens, you begin rubbing in a circular motion around your clit, moaning as you do. You bite your lip as you continue to look into his eyes, the eyes you see when you fantasise, your orgasm approaching quickly.
He gets up from his seat and walks over, leaning in for a kiss. Your fingers move faster on your clit when he reaches down and grabs your wrist. He pulls your hand out of your panties and raises it to his mouth, he licks and sucks on your fingers, moaning as he does. He smiles at you and drops to his knees, pulls your panties aside and plants a kiss directly on your pussy.
You cry out as his tongue delves between your folds, his lips capturing your clit and begins sucking on it. You throw your head back and grunt as you feel your orgasm building again.
He stops briefly to say “Steve” before returning to his oral ministrations. You moan and writhe as you crest on the edge, the intensity amplified by the public setting.
Your climax hits with a violence you haven’t ever felt before, you grab the back of his head and cry out his name. He doesn’t let up from his licking and sucking as you orgasm, his mouth working away on your now dripping pussy. The train slows and he stops, moving your panties back into place and straightening your skirt before returning to his seat.
No one gets on the train and as it pulls away from the station, you make a decision. You stand, legs shaky from the intense orgasm but you reach up under your skirt and hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and pull them down, throwing them onto the seat next to him.
You look down and see his erection straining through his jeans, you lick your lips, and reach for him. He unbuttons his jeans, freeing his raging hard on. You place your legs either side of him and lower yourself down onto his magnificent thick dick. Your cunt slick from the orgasm, making it easier for him to slide inside you.
You moan as his cock fills you up, his eyes almost roll back into his head as you take all of him, the head of his dick hitting your cervix. You begin grinding your hips as your pussy grips onto him, he feels amazing inside you, but you have to control yourself and not lose composure.
You begin to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of you. He grabs onto your ass to help you move, his breathing beginning to her heavier as his climax approaches. Your movement quickens as your orgasm creeps up too, he wraps his arms around you as his hits.
“Oh fuck! Nuuuugh!!!” He yells as he pumps his cum inside you. You orgasm around his cock, the pulses making his last longer. You collapse against him as the spasms subside. You catch your breath a little before standing and getting two tissues out of your bag. You hand one to him and clean yourself up with the other.
The train slows to a stop, you bend down to kiss him before grabbing your panties and handing them to him. You give him a wink and leave the train, trying to walk properly after that incredible fuck. You make your way along the platform to the exit when someone grabs your wrist. You spin around and find yourself looking into those blue eyes again.
“Not getting away that easily” he says. “Now that I’ve had you, I want more.” You smile and take his hand, leading him out of the station and to your apartment. Where you plan to show him exactly how badly you’ve wanted him.
Been having a bad few mental health days so I haven’t edited the Andy Barber story as promised. I will be doing that in the next hour or so, and will have it posted later on.
Fic summary: You Spot the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in the business class lounge at the airport and then he happens to be on the same flight as you. Things are about to get very interesting.
A/N: This is a short one shot Drabble, there will be no additional parts. No use of y/n. No minors, shoo!
Warnings: strangers to lovers, SMUT 18+, mutual public masturbation, public nudity, airplane bathroom, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) cream pie.
Word count: 1244
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You arrive at Boston Logan airport an hour earlier than you need to, and spend time in the lounge after checking in. It’s mid evening so they offer you a glass of wine, business class sure has its perks. You take a seat at the bar and sip on your wine as people come in and out of the lounge. While waiting for your flight to be called, something catches your eye. He enters the lounge and stops, standing over by the door, his expensive suit opening up as he stretches revealing his tight and broad shoulders. He’s fucking gorgeous! And possibly the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. His beard full and luscious, his eyes a sparkling blue matching his tie.
He looks around the lounge and stops when he sees you. The top button of your white blouse is open, he catches a glimpse of cleavage, his eyes widen as he continues staring at you.
Your black skirt was short enough to reveal your thighs and he looks at your legs, the black stilettos on your feet... Hunger in his eyes. You both eye fuck each other across the lounge, he keeps his distance and doesn’t approach, at which you quickly glance down at his left hand that is holding a briefcase. He’s not wearing a wedding ring.
The flight is called so you pick up your handbag and head towards the door, brushing past him. Making sure there was a little contact. You can feel the electricity as you touched, had he felt it too? Doesn't matter you think to yourself, because you won't see him again.
You board the plane, the flight attendant pointing you the the right direction. After settling in your seat, you feel someone was standing next to you, you think it might be the flight attendant. But it isn’t... It’s him.
He smiles at you, and you return his smile.
The flight attendants go through the preflight routine which you’ve seen many times before, so you concentrate on the book you’re reading.
As the plane takes off, the rumbling of the engines starts to turn me on. A dampness in you underwear causing you to shift. You haven’t realised, but you’ve been caressing your collarbone and the contours of your breasts (you do that sometimes when you’re thinking about sex). But he’s noticed and been staring at you.
He looks a little uncomfortable; you look around to see if you can figure out why.
Then you see it...
The hard on he had been trying to conceal with his copy of 'The Boston Herald’.
You look him in the eye, and smile. A boldness building within you, so you kick off your shoes and rearrange yourself into a more comfortable position with your legs crossed. So, he can see your black lacy French panties. You pull the gusset of them side to side gently, enjoying the friction against your pussy.
His hand disappears underneath the paper and you hear the sound of a zipper.
He was stroking himself under there, and you couldn't see.
You pull your panties to one side...
For a few seconds you just let him look at your Pussy, wet and pulsing, aching for his touch but having to make do with your own.
You begin to rub your clit, gently at first but soon that wasn't enough. You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
He lifts up the paper to show you his cock, it’s large and thick and looks like it could give you immense pleasure. His hand works up and down on his shaft, as you work mine on your Pussy. Doing this in such a public setting is so naughty but so exciting, it’s heightening the pleasure you’re feeling.
You’re seconds away from coming; he must've sensed it cos he snatches you hand away and transfers it to his cock...
When your fingers close around his warm skin, you hear him moan.
Then he throws your hand away, zips himself up, and moves out of the chair.
Why?
Disappointment must've shown on your face because he winks and nods towards the lavatory door.
You can’t follow straight away; you don’t even bother to put your shoes on when you get out of your seat and walk down the gangway towards the lavatory.
You knock lightly on the door, the door folds to one side and a strong arm pulls you in...
He’s got his pants down round his ankles, his beautiful dick standing to attention before you.
He pulls you close and kisses you, urgent and probing around in your mouth.
He sits down on the lavatory seat and pulls you towards him; he rolls your panties over your hips, and you step out of them.
You part your legs so they are either side of his lap and lift your skirt so he can see how wet you are....
You lower yourself down onto his cock, letting the head rest against your dripping cunt for a moment. You had meant to hover, teasing him but you can’t. You desperately need him inside you.
You lower yourself down, letting his cock prise open your wetness and penetrate you. Filling you up, giving you what you need.
You lift yourself and begin to pound your Pussy onto his cock, hard and fast.
He bites your hard swollen nipples through your blouse, which sends thrills through you...
One hand on the mirror steadying yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock. Your other hand on his shoulder.
You kiss again. His hands on your hips, guiding you up and down, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.
He starts rubbing your clit making you moan, you started squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him groan as he starts to shake...
You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, and from the look on his face he isn’t far off either.
"The plane will begin its descent in ten minutes, please return to your seats" came over the tannoy. It was now or never, you grind your pussy down hard onto him, his pubic hair tickling your clit and triggering your orgasm..
You come hard; the contractions of your cunt sets off his climax. You come together, his cock filling your pussy with hot white cum. He lets out a long moan, your head buried in his shoulder, muffling your screams of pleasure.
You take a moment to catch your breath before you stand up and he helps clean you up and rearrange your skirt down, gives you a quick kiss and shoves you out of the bathroom into the corridor.
Walking in a straight line after such an intense orgasm is a challenge but you manage to get back to your seat. By the time you check your make-up and straightened your blouse he was back in the seat next to you.
When you disembark the plane, he walks straight past you and gets into a car that’s waiting for him.
'There he goes' you think 'The best fuck of my life.'
You smooth your skirt down and stop, feeling something, so you reach into the pocket of your skirt and pull out a business card, Andrew Barber; Assistant District Attorney. His cell phone number is written on the back, along with the hotel he was staying at and room number.
'I know what I'm doing tonight' you think to yourself smiling.
