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𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 || 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : steve's physique is altered for a limited time period, leading the reader to realise how fucking sexy she finds steve in all forms. they've always been flirty, but now he's even more reactive and you can't help but try and tease him more. read on a03 (part two)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : steve rogers x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 6,602 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ( MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ ) experimentation gone wrong, minor tiny ball of fire steve rogers, size kink (questionable?), teasing, cursing, frottage, exhibition, mentions of masturbation / female masturbation, oral (m+f recieving), public sex, fingering, handjobs, creampie, unprotected sex

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : i was discussing with my friend about how i feel i'm aro leaning at times but pre-serum steve rogers is the kinda guy i could see myself settling down with, you know. steve in general is hot, but there's something endearing and attractive about him in the beginning and then i guess the thought evolved into me wanting to write bout fucking him silly without having to write something set in the 40s. i couldn’t figure out a name for this btw so uhhh... sorry LMAO also can someone recommend some preserum/skinny!steve fics that aren't dark like [marge simpson vc] geez kids, can you lighten up?

You have to forcibly drag your eyes away from him, taking in Bucky’s slack jaw and looking over to the experts who… Admittedly have similar expressions painted on their face. Janet and Hank are murmuring amongst themselves, though their eyes don’t leave Steve’s form before they begin jumping into action. Hank turns to Hope, whispering something in her ear before she makes a quick exit out of the room.

“I take it that something went wrong, Mr Pym?” Comes Steve’s voice, sounding unnatural while he’s like this. At this, the older gentleman tries to put on a brave face and a bright smile while he and his wife shuffle through papers, blindly searching for an answer.

You’re still stunned, dragging your eyes up and down Steve’s body in utter shock before turning to catch Bucky’s eye. He’s adapted to the situation a lot quicker than any of you have, so he merely offers you a tense shrug. You curse yourself for not opposing the experiment, but in your own defence - in all of your defences, you all thought that out of everyone, Steve (Captain America himself) was the most durable.

“I say that, sir, because I’m pretty sure before I took your experimental particles it was you that was looking up to me, not the other way around.” He quips, resulting in Bucky letting out a snort and settling some of the tension in the room. Because yes, he is looking up at Hank (and likely most of you) because right now Steve is standing at what you’re gonna guess is 5’4” and looking exceedingly less bulky than he had 25 minutes ago.

“This’ what he used to look like?” You say, mainly to yourself because you’ve been to the exhibition. You’ve seen the pictures, deleted friends on Facebook who posted comparison pictures saying if he can do it anybody can in an effort to get someone to join whatever gym scheme was happening. You knew what Steve used to look like, but the question still slips out stupidly.

“Skinner, I'm pretty sure.” Bucky answers, pulling out the brick he calls a phone and typing away rapidly (no doubt updating Sam on the current situation). “Still lookin’ good, Cap” you call out, offering Steve a wink in an attempt to break the tension of the room. You suppose it’s faulted by the worried expression still painting your features, but it still earns you a teasing look from Steve and the beginnings of a blush spreading across his face.

Before you can say anything else, the doors open up with Hope and Bruce rushing in.

“You know, I’m not really sure I’ll be much help. Th-This isn’t really my… area..” The scientists’ words stop when he finally rounds the corner enough to see Steve and then his eyes are also boggling. He’s still stammering as Hank and Janet swarm him, pulling him into their work space and bringing him into the fold, leaving you worrying your bottom lip and catching Steve’s eye - his gentle smile is the only thing stopping you from full on panic mode.

The morning had started with news of The Pym’s arrival and the planned trial run of an experimental variation of the particles the pair used, as well as Hope and Scott. Only this version was being adapted to work similarly to the photostatic veil, in order for the team to use for undercover missions.

Rather than tech, it appeared the approach the pair were going for was that of a shot to the arm and looking back, that really should have been a cause for concern. The second should have been when Scott, the original guinea pig, was taken off the board because of his own exposure to the current Pym particles. You’d reason there’s probably something there that makes the reasoning valid, but you’re concerned so you’ll still grumble.

Enter Steve, your sweet Captain, offering his assistance. “We’d need to test how they go up against the serum at some point, right? Might as well get the results now” He’d reasoned, flashing one of his smiles that made you weak at the knees.

The results, it seems, are that the serum meant rats ass to this one area of science and instead of disguising him as a new person, it had made him lose the 145lbs he’d gained when he’d first received Erskine’s serum, dropped his height back down and yet… He was calm. He’d had some time to come to terms with it, you supposed, having been whisked away by Bruce and brought to the med bay to get checked out by the staff.

You’d hovered alongside Bucky watching as they ran test after test on his bloods, taking swabs, checking his genomes under a microscope. They’d had him there for nearly two hours now, so it stands to reason Steve had enough time to come to terms with the… Malfunction. You, however, had not.

“Now, we did say the particles were highly experimental and the altering of the formula to disguise instead of control of the sizing of the person would be hard to get right” Janet tries, but you’re pacing around with a look that lets everyone in the room know what you think of that response.

“How long do you estimate the particles will stay in effect in my system?” Steve juts in front of you, his small body still managing to catch your waist and pull you down beside him on the exam bed. It’s innocent, meant to stop you from getting in the Pym’s faces like he and Bucky had been doing since it all went wrong, but you can’t help but notice the spark it sets down your spine. The sensation isn’t new, your body always reacting when he touches you but was it wrong for thinking this was an inappropriate time to react like that.

Banner and the Pym’s are still discussing the potential side effects beyond the physical differences but the sound is muffled in your ears, unable to take your focus off the way Steve’s hands are still on your waist. They’re smaller, you think, or maybe your brain is trying to compute the whole situation. Flashes of his small hands holding your waist as you ride his cock invade your thoughts, quickly disturbed by those very hands leaving their place on said waist as he gets up, making you let out a low whine that you quickly try and cover up by clearing your throat.

“We’re running all the tests we can think of, Steve. This should wear off, that’s how it was designed” Banner’s voice says, pausing for a second before adding “Right?” with a look at Hank and Janet.

“24 hours” “48 at most” They both call over each other, turning to one and other and shooting looks amongst themselves. The room goes quiet, filling with awkward tension.

“We’ll work on getting you right, Cap” Bruce says with a pat to Steve’s shoulder, a little too hard before gently rubbing at it with an apologetic look on his face.

You’d all come to the conclusion that his past ailments hadn’t returned soon after Sam had returned, immediately challenging Steve to a race around the facility. He had sweat on his brow, like he’d already raced to the compound (you’re not even sure he was in New York state when Bucky must have informed him, you think to yourself) but Steve had just chuckled and gave a simple “You’re on” despite your minor protests.

You watched as the pair of them warmed up, calling Bucky to come ref’ the race when Sam accused you of being too biased (“And Barnes isn’t?” You’d asked, though neither man had bothered to respond) and then watched as Steve moved like he always did. He barely broke a sweat by the time they’d completed the third and final lap while Sam’s tank was sweat stained, huffing in air like a dying man.

You’d had to leave after the third competition, thighs clenched together as you watched his lean body show it’s hidden strength. You’d excused yourself clumsily, taking one last look as he took down Sam again as they sparred. Absent-mindedly your fingers trailed to your wrists, eyes watching as Steve had Sam’s pinned behind his back.

As you stumbled back to the other side of the facilities campus, you couldn’t help but wonder what had come over you. You’d always been attracted to Steve, even when you’d seen his appearance prior to the serum, but you’d never looked at a photo of him like that and felt yourself throb the way you’ve felt today.

There’s a part of you that feels guilty for it too, partly because you feel superficial. You were attracted to Steve, but you’d never considered his former self. Did you think you were too good for the short and skinny guys, you think cruelly to yourself before a more logical voice cuts in. You’re attracted to him, dumbass. In all his shapes and sizes…. Sizes… And no- you can’t expand on that train of thought, not in public at least.

The other guilty part of you worries about him, hating yourself for sexualising him this way when he’s not this way of his own volition. There was no way to really understand if the experiment would have lasting repercussions to his health and here you were, imagining his skinny fingers deep inside your cunt and lapping at your tits cause he can’t fucking reach your face.

You feel like you deserve it when you flush with hot shame, though your pussy isn’t exactly getting the message, fluttering at the thought.

Steve’s good humor for the situation is gone by the time night falls. He’d forgotten the difficulties that followed since he’d stopped growing at 13, which even with the serum still working in hidden ways had their moments. His neck aches from craning up to look at his team, his clothes - the spare ones Tony had bought in various sizes for any allies that may have to come to the facility to change into - hung off his body, swamping him. Even Peter’s spare clothes didn’t fit him, because apparently no one had considered the kid had muscle hidden under his nerd pun t-shirts and flannel shirts.

Worst of all was his.. Reactions. He could curse his body for it’s decisions at times, because he’d gladly take sweating profusely and tiring out far too fast when exercising over this. Some ‘reactions’ he could handle, like the heavy blush that painted almost the entirety of his body any time he felt teased. That one wasn’t too bad, though it had earned him extra ribbing from Nat and Sam when they realised how easily they’d be able to see if they’d gotten to the soldier.

The worst, for sure, was his dick which seemed to react to everything. The fabric of the joggers he was wearing dragging against his thighs as he got dressed? Hard. The nurse checking his heart rate gently placing her hand on his chest? His dick was hard. Catching you by the waist and realising how easily you allowed him to pull you next to him, allowing him to keep his hands there until he decided to remove them? Hard. Very hard.

He hadn’t been like this since he’d first come out of the ice, which was like he was going through a second puberty. This? God, this made him feel like a fiend. He’d be mortified if anyone noticed him constantly palming at his cock, especially his team. He’d never hear the end of it.

And worst of all, if you saw him he thought he’d surely catch fire and perish immediately. He was normally able to keep himself in check, keep his cock in check but it was like it had decided to go against him. You’d come to the tv room, smiling when you saw your friends were there and settle yourself comfortably next to Steve, which he’d normally be thrilled about. Having your soft, warm body against his, your head resting on his shoulder while you spoke was how he often liked to sit, but now he’s got less to hide behind and all it takes is your arm coming to rest gently against his shoulder, breath hot against his neck as you turn to smile at him, for his cock to embarrassingly start to fill.

Unsure how to adjust himself to hide the growing tent in his pants, he starts to wriggle away only for you to follow with him, sending him a curious look as your body ends up draping over his.

He offers a sheepish smile, before adjusting his position so he’s got one knee up. As he moves, he tries to subtly adjust his dick in his pants though it’s more obvious than he realises and you can’t help but find your eyes falling down to his crotch as you realise.

It’s the best he can think of for the meantime, as you once again settle your body against his and occupy yourself with listening to Sam and Nat’s discussion - unaware of the blush painting your features from the realisation.

You admired that Steve had started this off with a positive outlook, but 24 hours had passed now and his mood had - without question - soured. In his 5’4 frame, he was a ball of rage - stomping to and from the common area with a scowl on his face.

“Ooh, watch out we’ve got Captain Short-stack over here!” Sam called as soon as he saw the tousled, sandy blond hair peeking over the edge of frosted glass, earning himself a glare. “Not in the mood, Sam.” He said, moving to the kitchenette to grab at the cereal.

“Was I being too hopeful for the 24 hours to be all?” He asks no one in particular. You’re nursing your coffee, taking stray pages from Bucky’s morning paper, earning your daily unimpressed look from the super soldier as you check the pages.

The mornings are typically slow, especially for you guys - the early risers, as Stark blithely referred to you all once - as you have the opportunities to wake yourselves at your own pace. You all had your own routines, routines that had evolved to involve each other as you moved around one and other, so the smallest alterations to said routines tend to throw you all off.

Like not being able to reach the bowls for cereal.

Yeah, that would really throw off someone's morning. Your gaze is pulled away from your section of the paper by a nudge from Bucky’s foot, though his own eyes never leave his own reading. Confused, you see Steve’s small frame struggling to grasp the edge of the shelf the bowls are on while Sam stifles his laughs with his orange juice.

He’s about to throw his leg up on the counter and hoist himself up on it when you slide past his body, your slightly taller body still having to stretch up to reach the unit. “I got this, Stevie” You murmur as you pass, fingers trailing across his narrow shoulders and making him shiver.

It’s as your arms raise that your shirt rises and he realises just how short your shorts are, barely covering the cheeks of your ass. When you reach the bowls, your shirt has risen more and the tiniest sliver of skin above your hip is also showing. Heat rises to his cheeks as you turn to him, handing the bowl to him with a sleepy smile. “Eat up, baby” you tease, thumb and forefinger capturing his chin to give a gentle squeeze before moving past him.

“Thank you” He manages to get out, eyes falling to your exposed thighs like autopilot before quickly looking back at your face. The blush spreading on his cheeks isn’t the only thing that’s growing, given the strain he feels in his pants once again.

Catching him quickly adjusting himself, excusing himself back to the fancy cereal dispensers Tony had installed where he could conveniently hide his growing boner, you feel a familiar tingle run through you. Was it bad you were getting off on the idea of Steve getting uncontrollably turned on himself? Had it been your words, your touch? Had it even been you?

You hide your smirk behind your mug as you sit back down. Originally, you thought the night before had been a fluke, but a second time? Was it wrong that a curious part of you wanted to know if he was always hard, was an increased libido a part of the super soldier status that neither of the boys spoke about?

You’d always teased Steve, a part of the flirty nature of the friendship you’d both started but you’d never seen him like this. You reasoned the blush was fainter, you’d seen the dusting of pink across his cheeks when you got particularly raunchy but this was different.

This was the second time his cock had sprung to life like that around you (because of you?). His eyes lift to meet yours only for him to quickly avert his gaze, making you giggle. You take another sip of your coffee, lost in your own head when a thought occurs to you. You could test out your theory, it wasn’t like you hadn’t teased him before. You had a free day after all, you all did, so there was nothing obligatory that stood in the way of you riling him up.

It’s settled, you think to yourself as you drain the last of your cup.

His eyes were all over your skin without him realising ever since your first encounter after breakfast, when you’d showered and changed into that oh so little crop top, stretching right in front of him and allowing the fabric to rise which led to your tits peeking out.

Just as fast as they’d appeared, you’d lowered your arms and nonchalantly gone back to ‘tidying’ your workspace. You were surprised when his voice rang out, sure he’d have been gone by the time you turned around but no.

“I thought I should, uh, let you know that you’re… Exposed when you stretch”

Your bottom lip catches in-between your teeth when you spot that pretty blush on his cheeks once again, turning around and trying to keep up your facade of focus. “Really? How bad, full breast or…” You let the sentence hang, looking at Steve over your shoulder before bringing your hand to cup at the breast most visible to him.

You give it a squeeze, watching as he wets his lips. “Full, yeah” he manages, his eyes finally coming up to meet yours. He looks like he wants to eat you alive and dear god you’d let him. You relish in the tension, desperate to turn it up a notch. “M’ not really planning on leaving the compound today. You think anyone’ll notice, Stevie?” you ask, dropping the pretense of being otherwise occupied and walking over to meet him at the doorway.

“You should cover up” There’s that edge of authority in his voice that so often sets you off, a tone which could probably have you wanton and moaning over his knee if he asked you to bend. “Don’t want anyone lookin’ at you like that” His voice is thick too, like his words might get caught in his throat as you press yourself into his space but he’s got a possessive edge to his words that makes you clench your thighs together.

You rest against the open door, arm outstretched over the back of your head as you lean against it. The move hikes your shirt up on one side, revealing just the peak of a breast as opposed to before but you’re quick to take notice of the hungry look in Steve’s eyes.

Would it be this easy? You think to yourself, wanting nothing more than for him to push himself into your room, spread you out over the bed and do as he pleases with you.

“You sure? What if I try extra hard to keep covered?” You say with a put-on pout, fingers coming down to toy at the strings of the sweatshirt he’d loaned. “I like this shirt, ‘nd you didn’t have a problem with it when I wore it at Coney Island” You mention, bouncing on the heels of your feet and ready to say more but Steve cuts you off.

“Pretty sure it wasn’t that small at Coney Island, doll.” He replies drily, looking up at you and settling you with a look that makes you sink back on your heels. “Cover up” He says before pushing off the door frame and out of your space, leaving the tension of the room.

Following the shirt incident, you’d covered up as Steve requested and sauntered into his office wearing one of his large hoodies, covering your shorts and making you look like you were wearing nothing underneath. Steve had his chair facing away from the desk, talking away on the phone. Had it not been for his voice, you wouldn’t have even noticed he was there as his head wasn’t even visible.

Stifling a giggle, you make yourself comfortable on the sofa he’d stolen from Tony’s office after he’d decided to do a redesign, and distract yourself by mindlessly scrolling through your phone to pass the time.

You’re not sure how long it takes, but your eyes snap up when Steve puts the phone down harshly. “Fuckin’ idiot” he snarls into his fist, making your eyebrows raise. “Workin’ hard, or hardly workin’, Stevie?”

His head snaps up, tension bleeding out of his shoulders when he sees you. “Can tell it’s the latter for you today, huh?” he quips back, unable to stop his eyes from raking up your legs before stopping at your cover-up.

“That’s mine, the hoodie. You're stealing from me now, Sweets?”

“You told me to cover up, I don’t see the issue.” You point out with a smirk. “I would take it off, but then we’d be right back to square one wouldn’t we?”

Choosing to ignore what you said, Steve emerges from his chair and inches closer to you. “C’mere” You’re whining the second you notice, making him huff out a laugh. “Wanna snuggle up to you, Steve. Always’ so comfy, use you like a pillow sometimes”

“Sorry, Doll, but with me like this I doubt it’s gonna work like it usually does.” He sits beside you though, turning his body slightly so he’s facing you and you mirror him on your side. “M’mom used to say I could be bony, like cuddling a bushel of roses” Steve says, though it’s good naturedly and the corners of his lips are turning up at the memory.

At that, you let out a small giggle though you shoot him a sympathetic look. “Well, I hate to say this but I think you’re severely underestimating my ability to get comfortable.” You’re moving your leg, bent at the knee, over his lap as you worm your way closer to him as you speak, your other leg tucking under you.

With the new position, your faces are mere centimetres apart, the both of you facing each other though neither of you can hold the eye contact for long - one or the other dropping to look at the others lips. Looking back up, you can see the desperation on his face and you know you’ve got him right where you wanted him, where you both needed.

“By all means, continue to get comfortable, Doll.” Steve croaks out, his small hands traveling under his hoodie and coming to rest at your hips and running soothing circles over them with his thumbs.

You wet your lips, eyes still on his face as you move your knee over his crotch. You can feel the bulge growing, looking down for just a second and biting down a groan before pressing against his cock. You start slow, lazy movements of rubbing your knee up and down against his length.

Neither of you have looked away from the other's face, hot and heavy breath filling the tension in the room and it would be so easy now that his hands are inching down to your ass, to straddle his lap. To grind your pussy against his bulge or even get off on his thigh.

Your lips are almost pressed together, you can feel the skin of yours catching on his when you’re both caught off guard by heavy footsteps and the sounds of voices coming down the hallway. You both scatter apart just as a rookie knocks against the open door, papers in hand and an apology about interrupting before either of you can say a thing.

Without a question he knew what you’d been trying to do all morning, had to do after you’d both come so close. Each time you saw him after that, the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes was hard to ignore, and yet he went out of his way to ignore you. He had to, after all it was hard to keep his dick in check without you lurking in every corner, reminding him of what almost happened in his office.

He’d managed to evade you til now, the sun setting and most of those who work/live in the facility retiring for the night, but you knew Steve. He was always one of the last standing, working until someone had to remind him otherwise.

You could have sworn Steve cursed under his breath when he saw you enter the war room, not that you could really blame him. The day had gone exactly as planned and you couldn’t help but regret it now, feeling the consequences of your actions dripping down your thighs.

He tries to keep his focus on the copies of blueprints and floor plans in front of him, pressing both his arms against the illuminated table (he wonders if he still looks large and in change in his current state, though he doubts he has any semblance of authority standing at the same height as today’s average middle schooler’) but he shoots a nervous glance at the analyst at the far end of the room as you near him.

“What’cha doing, Cap?” You try for innocence as you toy with the bottom of the hoodie, but you know he sees right through it, however whatever retort he was going to fire out is cut off by you ducking under his arms. You bend slightly, ass pressing against his crotch as you check the papers.

“Wait, is this the building from the last mission?” You ask, noticing the building name written on the edge of the floorplans. “Jesus, no wonder the exit went to crap. Our intel was severely out of date, I mean I'm pretty sure that exit was a blank wall and this” you tap at the marking on the page that indicates a room, “was without a doubt not as big as the floorplan suggests. Pretty sure it was a closet” You say with a roll of your eyes, turning to face him.

He’s got a bemused smile on his face, coy look in his eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do, pretty girl”

“Reviewing a failed mission with my team leader, my Captain?” You try, earning a tut and a shake of the head. He may be physically smaller than you now, but you feel smaller bracketed in his arms while he’s so confident.

“Trying to play innocent, talk about one thing and do another. Don’t know why you decided to do this while I’m like this instead of waiting until I was back to normal” Steve brings his dominant hand up to run his fingertips against your bare arm, making you shiver as he brings his lips to your collarbones, and nudges your thighs apart with his knee, bringing his leg between them which you can’t help but let out a whine at.

“This is normal,” You manage to stutter out, “Wanna fuck you either way, Steve. Wan’ you to touch me” your voice barely above a whisper. You’re rocking against his thigh, turning to check the analyst isn’t looking (thankfully, she appears fully focused on whatever she has on her screen)

Steve’s hands ghost along your sides, pressing under the material of his hoodie and coming to grip at your hips, guiding you into a steady rhythm as you rut against his thigh. You feel hot, trying to quiet heavy breaths as you feel yourself soaking through your panties but you can’t really feel shame. You’re exactly where you’ve wanted to be all day, hell you’ve wanted this long before the events of the last few days that the thought of being caught excites you.

The feeling must be mutual, you realise, when you follow Steve’s line of sight and see him checking the analyst’s still busy. Noticing he’s caught, his face turns a shade of pink but his expression quickly turns smug, shooting you a taunting look before settling his hand in your hair, pulling you down to his level so he can whisper in your ear.

“Wanna see if you can be quiet, Sweetheart. You think you can do that for me?” His lips drag against the shell of your ear as he speaks, turning you around to face the table again. Shakily, you give a nod - not quite trusting your voice even if hushed. His hands move down from your waist, pressing the button of your shorts open before he slowly drags them down just enough that he can pull your panties to the side.

His hoodie is large enough that no one could see exactly what was going on, but if somebody walked in through the doors right now you know just the sight of your shorts being pushed down to your knees would be enough information.

“Knew you’d be a good girl for me,” you feel yourself grow flushed under his praise, biting back a whine when you feel his fingers run through your slick folds for the first time before rubbing against your clit steadily.

You let out an excited gasp as he teases. “You know, I had a plan” The feeling of Steve pressing gentle kisses against your shoulder through the fabric of his hoodie is making your heart pound. “Wanted to do this properly, ask you on a date. What can I say, I’m old school”

At that, you let out a laugh though his increased pressure as he stimulates your clit turns it into a bitten off whine. “I still— still wouldn’t say no, Stevie” you reply breathlessly, struggling to keep your voice down..

“Yeah? We’ll see, won’t we, Sweetheart.”

You try to drop your head down against the desk, hide your face away and roll your hips against his fingers but his free arm worms it’s way across your shoulders and chest, and pulls you back up into a standing position.

“Y’know someone’s gotta keep an eye out, make sure we’re not being seen. ‘Can’t be me, not unless you don’t want--” His fingers leave you for only a second but you're already scrambling at his hand, pushing it back to where you need him. “Promise I’ll keep watching, Steve,” You breathe out, eyes fixed on the only other person in the room other than you and Steve. “Please just keep touching me” your voice is smaller, scared she’ll hear despite the headset you can see covering her ears.

You feel a jolt of electricity run through you the second his fingers resume their motions against your clit, feeling your tits pebble under your shirt at the sensation. “I’ve gotta say, this whole predicament made me re-evaluate some things. Like you,” He’s rubbing at you quicker, your legs shaking but you don’t dare brace yourself against the table, scared if you make any move closer to it that he’ll take his hands away again. “Guess it took me a whole physical transformation to realise if I wanted you, I had to get a move on— Life’s short, you never know what’s gonna happen, you know?”

It feels so good, your thighs trying to clench together at the pressure building up in your abdomen only for Steve’s arm to force them back open. You’re still pressed flush against him as he works you over, the feeling of his bulge pressing against your leg reminding you of how much you’ve wanted to get your hands on his cock since your crush began.

“Soon as Pym’s experiment was outta my system I was gonna ask you out, Doll, I swear.” He whispers against the blades of your shoulder, voice earnest.

Eyes glancing back and forth between the door and the analyst, you move your hand to the waistband of his sweatpants, panting out quiet moans as you pull his cock out. You give a tentative tug, reveling in the shudder you feel against your back, before lifting your hand to your mouth and cringing as you spit in your hand, bringing it back down to his cock.

You feel Steve drop his forehead against your back as you stroke, dragging your thumb against the tip of his cock and collecting the precum leaking from the slit. You preen when you hear his hushed murmurs against your spine, “Such a good girl, so good for me.” as he brings his fingers away from your clit and to your hole. “A fucking tease, but a good girl at the end of the day.”

Matching your rhythm on his cock, Steve starts streadily fucking two of his fingers in and out of your cunt with ease. You’re tight, his fingers sucked in against the heat of your velveteen walls as you arch your back. Your free hand grabs a pencil from the table tracing the lines of the floorplan laid out, hoping if anyone were to look over that you’d look like you were simply looking over your work as opposed to having your Captain’s thick fingers stretch out your cunt.

You feel your body tense, Steve’s own body rigid and your motions halting when you both notice the other person in the room stand from their desk, turning off their devices and gathering their personal belongings, you presume. Taking initiative, you shuffle to the side of the rounded worktable to hide yourself as Steve begrudgingly tucks himself back into his pants.

Busying yourself making it look like you’re working, it feels like minutes go by before she makes her way past the pair of you, not even bothering to say goodbye or even paying you both attention. You hardly have time to heave out a sigh of relief before Steve’s marching around, turning you back around and pressing you against the table.

“Thought she’d never go, was gonna have you cum with my fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet but I think now we’re alone you can make as much noise as you can.” Steve says as he pulls your panties down to meet your shorts and fucks a third finger into you as he speaks, faster than he had before hand and you moan at how wet you sound in the empty room. “You gonna make some noise, Sweets? Gonna sing for me while you milk my cock?”

Your mewling moans are all the answer he needs, tits pressed against the illuminated surface of the desk as his fingers curl into you and hit that spot that makes you see stars behind your eyes. You cry out at that, chanting yes as his fingers press against it again and again.

You can feel Steve shuffling behind you, your brain already feeling too fucked out to care but then his fingers are pulled from you, replaced by the head of his cock dragging against your slick-soaked folds. “You gonna be a good girl, take my cock like you’ve been beggin’ all day, doll?” Steve toys with you, dragging the tip of his cock along your folds as your legs shake.

Hastily you nod, trying your best to spread your thighs wider and cursing your shorts and panties still around your calves for limiting you. Grinning at your eagerness, you feel your moans reverberating against the surface as you feel Steve inching his way in until he’s flush against your ass.

You can feel the way your pussy is gripping at his cock, how your walls drag against him as he tries to pull back out, drunk on the sensation of being filled by him. You feel gentle kisses against your shoulders as Steve continues to pull out, pushing back in with a sharp thrust that brings tears to your eyes and high pitched whine to your lips.

“Quit being nice about it already, Stevie.” You pout, feeling his hands against your ass. You don’t even have to turn around to know his response will be a raised eyebrow, knowing you’ve baited him well enough when he fucks into you with fervor now.

His pace is brutal, fucking you good, fast and hard - not that you're complaining as you feel your body being used by the super soldier. His left hand grips at your hip as he drives into you, deep and hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails are scratching at the surface of the desk as you struggle to find purchase against it, your upper body moved with the force of Steve’s thrusts.

“You’re so damn tight, gripping my cock like a vice” Steve curses out, the snap of his hips as he fucks you bringing you closer to the edge. “Tell me you’re close, Sweetheart. I’m so close, jus’ need you to cum first.”

“Close! Close!” You shout, the pressure builds in your abdomen as you feel Steve driving into you, the head of his cock stabbing at your g-spot with each thrust. Another hit and you’re gone, your body thrashing against the war table and wailing as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You’re gasping out Steve’s name, not caring who can hear you at this time of night, as you feel your walls spasming as Steve continues to thrust into you, chasing his own orgasm. You feel fucked out, cockdrunk and lax as you take it. It doesn’t take long before you feel him spill inside of you, moaning at the sensation of being filled with his cum.

His head comes to rest against your back, your body still folded against the table as you both catch your breath. After a few moments, Steve pulls his softening dick from your cunt and tucks himself back into his pants. You feel yourself being pulled up gently, turned around to face Steve as he pulls your panties and shorts back up your trembling thighs. He lifts you easily, sitting you on the edge of the war table.

With a smile Steve pulls you into a lazy kiss, his hand gently massaging the cheek you’d had pressed against the table as he fucked you. “Do you wanna sleep with me tonight? We don’t have to do anything else, ‘just want to wake up next to you in the morning.” He asks shyly, brushing your hair from your face nervously.

You pull him down to a short, sweet kiss and murmur your confirmation, hopping down from your place on the table. “You don’t sleep with whale noises or anything, right?” You tease, pulling him towards the door and turning off the lights.

“Absolutely not” Steve laughs, pulling you closer to him as you both exit.

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