Summary: You enjoy the summer with your boyfriend, Captain America, who, sometimes, need assurance that you’ll love him no matter what
Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS!, the warnings will be before and after the smut, so that those who aren’t comfortable reading, won’t have to), semi-public sex, jealousy
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2402
A/N: This piece was written for the loveliest @the-soulofdevil, who requested a one-shot for my 500 Followers Celebration, and her song of choice was either Love or Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey, and I kinda combined the two of them (I got carried away, I’m so sorry if it isn’t what you expected love). Also this is my first Steve fic, so be gentle with me. Hope you’ll enjoy it guys.
Masterlist
Steve has been home from a mission for about a week, and you couldn’t get enough of him. It was mid-July, so you could spend most of your time outside, either beside the pool at the compound, or just wandering through the streets of New York, and especially Brooklyn.
Steve loved to show you around his once own neighbourhood, his stories revolving mainly around places where he got beaten up. You would always caress his cheek, letting him know that you were there and that even if he got shrunken back, you’d still want him and kick the asses of those guys.
Steve was always a little worried, that most women wanted him for his looks, once he got enhanced, and that nobody really saw through it. It was a huge struggle at the beginning of your relationship, because whenever you’d compliment his physique, he would always go into this defensive state of mind, and would be pissed for pretty much the rest of the day. You didn’t understand it, because, sure, his body was a blessing and you couldn’t look at it without your knees going a little soft, but other than that, you loved Steve for who he was, and not for what he looked like.
It was only when you found out what the problem was that you sat him down and talked sense into him. It was that night that you and Steve made love for the first time. Until then, you always fucked, but that night was a breakthrough in your relationship, and something shifted to the better. There were still moments when you had to remind Steve of why you actually loved him, and today was one of those days.
You were in front of the compound, being too lazy to actually get up and leave the comfort of what you now called home. Although you weren’t part of the team and were actually a nurse, Steve insisted that you were most protected there, that even if he wasn’t around, there were still other people who could take care of you, and there was also FRIDAY. You tried to tell him that everyone knew where the compound was, even the bad guys and that you were much safer in your old apartment, but Steve wouldn’t have it. He was probably the most stubborn man you’ve ever met.
You were laying by the pool, a big part of the team surrounding you, enjoying the free day they had. Earth didn’t need its saviours for a while, and they all couldn’t get enough of the summer in the city. You were in your bikini, absorbing as much of vitamin D as you could, trying to store in for autumn and winter, where you knew you’d need it. You just hoped it would work. Bucky was sitting behind you, chatting with you, both of you completely relaxed. You laughed at one of his jokes, throwing your head back. The guy was cheesy as hell, but his heart was golden, and you were glad Steve had him back in his life.
After a while, you looked up, your hand shading the sun from burning your eyes out of your head, looking for Steve. You could see him standing by the nearest wall, shadow on his face, both literal and metaphorical. You frowned a little and called his name to get his attention. You only got a wave of a hand as an answer, and you thought it was even odder. You knew he was excited to see you on your new bikini, white with golden circles all over it and with little gold beads on the straps. But he seemed to not care about your attire at all.
You excused yourself to Bucky, who just cocked his eyebrow, looking at his best friend. “Go easy on him, Y/N. I think he’s jealous that you’ve been talking to me the whole time.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, James.” He just made a gesture like you-wait-and-see, and let you go discover what was bugging Steve.
The closer you were getting, the more you noticed how rigid his whole body was. He was standing there like a sculpture, moving and perfect, with a very serious face. He was beautiful, just in his blue swim trunks reaching only his mid-thigh. But you couldn’t enjoy the sight too much, because he’s pissed off, and maybe sad face wasn’t fitting the image.
“What is it, baby?” You asked meekly when you reached him and tried to touch him but almost jumped away from your touch, the wrinkle on your forehead only deepening.
“Nothing, go back to having fun.” He mumbled, now pouting like a little child. Was it possible that he was jealous, just like Bucky said?
“But I’m not having that much fun when you’re not around.” You stepped closer to him, but this time keeping your hands to yourself, although it took all your willpower to do so.
“Yeah, you and Buck looked like you were having a terrible time, laughing like crazy there.”
You sighed, and even though he wanted to protest, you flung your arms around his neck and made him look at you that way. “Are you really jealous of your best friend, Steve?”
He closed his eyes, and you could see there was a fight behind his eyelids. One side won, the better one for you, and he let his hands grip your hips.
“It’s just that… I don’t know. Bucky has always been the one getting all the girls, and if there were two of them, they still wanted him and never me. And I’m just worried that you’ll see that he is the better man and leave me.” He whispered the last part of the sentence because tears were forming in his eyes. Your poor shy boy from Brooklyn.
“Baby, look at me, please,” you pleaded gently, and Steve obediently opened his eyes. “I love you with all my heart. Yeah, I was laughing with Bucky, but that’s about it. I laugh with you, I cry with you, I fall asleep with you, and so much more. And I’d do all that if you were the skinny boy again, because sure, the body of yours has its advantages, especially in particular area, but other than that? I care about what inside, and you’re the best guy.
I don’t care about your looks if we’re thirty, or two hundred. I’ll love you no matter what Steve. When we’re both old and wrinkly, I’ll love just as much as I love you right now, and maybe a little more, because you’ll have put up with me for ages by then.”
Steve was looking at you intently, drinking in everything you said. He couldn’t believe his own luck to have someone like you beside him. He knew it was stupid of him to be jealous, but sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself. Just like he couldn’t help himself now, finally seeing through his sadness and fear of losing you, and seeing what you were wearing.
“What areas are we talking about?” He said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk playing on his lips.
You had to laugh at that. “That’s the only thing you heard, you perv?” He wiggled his brows, and you just shook your head. He was in a better mood, and that was the goal. He leaned down to be on your level, his hands flying to your head and he kissed you with so much passion that you thought you’d faint right there. From the shy boy standing in front of you just second ago, he transformed into this dominant man, ready to devour you and show you who you belonged to. And you loved both versions equally, even if each of them with a different bodily part.
You let him take what was rightfully his, putting no obstacles in his way. You opened your mouth willingly, letting him explore it with his tongue. When he felt you were running out of your breath, he moved to give your neck the same attention he gave to your mouth. You were standing impossible close to each other, and you could feel his member pushing against your leg, getting some sort of friction.
Warning: smut ahead
You moaned softly, which only spurred Steve forward. He loved hearing the little noises coming out of your mouth, and he wanted to hear more. You, on the other hand, was very much aware of the environment in which you still were, his team-mates all around you, and because a lot of them were super-humans, you were pretty sure they could hear your every ragged breath.
Steve didn’t understand why you were pushing against his shoulder and wanted to continue with the activity at hand, but you pushed a little harder this time, calling his name as well.
“What? I’m having fun, sweetheart!” He said with a small pout which you couldn’t help but tried and kissed it away.
“So am I, Steve, but your buddies are all over the place and not for nothing, but I don’t need all of them seeing my bare ass, or worse.” Steve seemed to have thought about it for a second before he picked you up as if you weighted nothing, threw you over his shoulder and marched towards the door leading inside.
When he felt like you were far enough from the prying eyes, he let you stand up on your own. You looked around, seeing you were still in a very much public place, in a hallway. It was not the main hallway people would use when leaving the pool, but still.
“Can’t we go to our room?” You squeaked, but Steve wasn’t listening anymore. He was pushing the top of your bikini away, revealing your boobs. He growled at the sight of them, your nipples standing erect from the kissing session you and Steve had mere seconds ago. He didn’t waste any time, and sucked on one of them, while his fingers played and tugged on the other one. You involuntarily arched up against his touch, wanted more, even if you wanted it in the confines of your own private room.
Steve could feel the change in your body, the will to fight him about the place leaving your body, being replaced by sheer lust. That was the exact moment Steve waited on. He released your nipple with a pop and looked at you through his lust-hooded eyes. He smirked at you, and you knew what was coming, and suddenly you couldn’t give to fucks about someone finding you two. You just needed him, and he seemed to be as eager as you were.
He released his painfully hard cock from his shorts, rubbing it against your leg, as he kissed you again, conveying all of his emotions in this kiss. You could feel the love he was pouring into it, and you were drunk on it. He pulled only to put his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I always will, I promise. Even if we’re now young and in love and it might seem like a plain promise, but I mean what I say. And anyhow, I’m basically an ancient guy now, so…” he trailed off, and you smiled up at him.
You gently grabbed his cock, rubbing your hand up and down his length, and from the hisses and silent curses falling from Steve’s lips, you assumed he enjoyed what you were doing. But you still wanted more. You pushed your panties away, not wanting to waste time pulling them down, and put your legs a little wider apart, for Steve to have enough room to operate.
Steve obviously got the message, as he grabbed your right leg and locked his arm under your knee, opening you even more. Then it was just easy for him to slide home. You were so wet, not only from the physical touch but also from all the confessions, that he didn’t need to prepare you at all.
He slid in with one thrust, revelling at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. No matter how many times you two slept together, he would always be little too large for you, and you’d still need a little time to adjust to his magnificent size. Steve waited patiently, until your hips bucked against his, giving him a sign that you were ready for all he had to give to you.
Steve didn’t hesitate and started thrusting into you mercilessly, both from his own horniness and from the possibility someone could walk in on the two of you.
He knew exactly how to make you undone in minutes. All he had to do was thrust deep enough to hit your sweet spot, and massage your little bundle of nerves, and you’d be gone in no time. For him, it was just the feeling of your velvety walls when you came that always did it for him. He always had to make sure you came before him, so he could marvel at the sight of you, in the highest state of pleasure possible.
And it really took him not even 10 minutes, before you were silently whispering his name, chanting it like a prayer, your face contorting in ecstasy. That was all it took for him to feel the wave of pleasure rolling over him so hard his toes curled and he gave a few sloppy thrusts before he was coming deep inside your pussy. He was breathing hard into your neck, both of you sweaty and sticky from the activity and the humidity in the hallway.
Warning ending
You could hear voices coming from the other hallway, and you snuggled a little closer to Steve as if to shield yourself from any visitors.
“You two done? We thought we’d play water polo, but we’re missing two players.” Bucky hollered at you, and your cheeks were suddenly burning, and you knew they were bright red.
Steve just laughed and kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, give us a sec, and we’re with you.”
“Sure, just be so kind and have a shower first.” You could hear the smirk on Bucky’s face, and you rolled your eyes.
“Asshole,” you muttered, earning a chuckle from Steve and a loud Ouch from Bucky. Damn them and their enhanced hearing.
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The first time you heard about the bet, you had shaken your head in disbelief. Natasha was the one to tell you.
Of course she had been the one to tell you.
It was during one of Stark’s ridiculous parties, when the redhead sidled up to you. You’d been unconsciously staring in Steve’s direction when Natasha bumped your hips together.
“You know, we have a bet running.”
“A what?” You turned to her, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.
“A bet.” She shrugged casually, her leather jacket bouncing up and down on her shoulders. “Half the team thinks that you and Cap will be sleeping together within the next few months. The other half says it won’t happen for another year.” You stared at the assassin, your mouth agape. Was the whole crush really that obvious?
“What side are you on?” You sputtered. “How much did you bet?”
Nat smirked, hooking her thumbs in the pockets of her jacket. “I said a few months, and I’m not saying how much, but I know that Stark has a thousand dollars riding on this.”
You rolled your eyes. Of course Stark was in on this too.
“He doesn’t like me that way.” You insisted, taking a sip of your beer. At Nat’s suspicious glance, you insisted even more. “Really, he doesn’t.”
“Where’s your evidence?” Nat raised an eyebrow and you groaned. Nothing could get past her, no matter how hard you tried.
She laughed at your frustrated expression, and patted your shoulder sympathetically. “Good luck, then.”
A similar conversation took place a month later between Bruce and Steve. Steve had been in the lab, keeping Bruce company as he looked into the possibilities of stones that carried the same abilities as the tesseract.
“So, uh, Steve, have you been talking to anyone lately?” Bruce joked, a small smile appearing on his face as he overlooked his research. “Nat says you can’t walk down the street without someone coming on to you.”
This was true; Steve couldn’t go anywhere without being ogled. He’d tried everything: wearing a disguise, baggy clothes, keeping his head low. Despite his efforts, he was always found out eventually. It was getting harder and harder to be polite.
One of the things Steve had learned quickly was that being in the twenty first century with his body type meant that he would be objectified. While his teammates did it jokingly, the people on the street practically undressed him with their eyes.
You never participated in the joking, even though you were always around when it happened. That was one of the qualities Steve liked about you.
“I haven’t… I’m not… No.” Steve said finally, thrown off by the question. He’d expected it from Tony, but Doctor Banner?
The former must be rubbing off on Bruce, Steve thought to himself.
“Really? Not even (Y/N)?” Bruce asked, his smile growing more apparent.
Steve thought about it for a second. He did enjoy talking to you, and while his heart still longed for Peggy, he knew he was “beating a dead horse”, as Tony had phrased it. You had a certain kind of softness that rounded out the team. Unlike the others, you didn’t have too many emotional scars, and you fought purely for the good of your heart. The first time they all asked about your powers, you’d said that if you had the abilities, you might as well use them.
He decided then and there that he wanted you as a friend.
But more?
Maybe.
Kind of.
Okay, yes.
“Um..” Generally Steve didn’t vocalize his nervousness, but Bruce picked up on it immediately. The scientist turned around, a sheepish expression taking over his face.
“Well, I can’t give you advice, since I’m pretty bad with feelings,” Bruce waved his hand in the air, “but we may have bet on you two.”
“What do you mean?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Bruce turned back to his work. “Oh, you know, Stark. He and Natasha have this bet that you and (Y/N) will get together.” He shrugged. “Nat bet a couple of months, Stark said over a year. I may have joined in on the bet.”
Steve blinked, processing the information. Even if you returned his feelings, would you really date a team member? You didn’t seem like the person who did that sort of thing.
He headed out, wanting to go to the gym downstairs to clear his thoughts.
“Oh, and Steve? You weren’t supposed to know, so don’t say anything.” Banner pleaded, and the team leader nodded, walking out without an audible response.
A month later, you found yourself on the couch on the common floor, calmly filling out reports (for who, you weren’t sure - maybe for history’s sake at this point), when Steve sat next to you.
“Oh, hey Steve.” You said, looking up to figure out who was walking to you. “Sorry, I’m filling out reports right now. Did you need something?” You placed your hands in your lap, away from the computer that you had set down on the coffee table.
“I wanted to talk to you about this.. Thing. A month ago, Bruce said something involving you and me. Apparently, the rest of the team is betting that we end up together.” You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. Steve looked so awkward, but he maintained eye contact, however uncomfortable he seemed. For a guy with a body like his, it always surprised you that inside he was still the little, sickly kid from Brooklyn.
“Yeah, I know.” You tried to hide your smile, bowing your head for a second before straightening up. “Nat kindly told me at Stark’s party a while back.”
“What do you think about it?” God, this must be the first time you’d seen him so shy. On the field, he practically radiated confidence, but now, it seemed all that had gone.
“I think it’s a little ridiculous, but, it depends on how you feel about it. Would you - and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but - would you be open to being in a romantic relationship with me, Mr. Rogers?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes.” His answer seemed so sure, so definite. “Would you?”
You nodded shyly. “Can I be honest?”
“Go ahead.”
“I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.”
“I don’t either, but we can learn together?” He proposed, and you nodded.
“May I?” Steve leaned closer, reaching out to brush a small strand of hair out of your face. You didn’t need to give him much of an answer as you leaned closer, meeting him in the middle to give him a sweet kiss.
When you pulled apart, you gave him a wide grin.
“Hey, JARVIS? Let Nat know that she won the bet.” You announced, and somewhere in Stark Tower, Tony screamed in frustration as Nat grinned a cheshire cat like smile.
He then leans over, and whispers in my ear, “Or I could just tell Steve that you like him…” I look at him, shocked.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, yes, I would doll…”
Shit. Nodding my head, I say, “I’m going to finish stretching out my quads, and then I’ll start to do some warm-up sparring, alright?”
Nodding, he backs away from me until I have enough space to go back down to the floor and repeat the stretch on my right leg.
After finishing the stretch, I get up and go over to the bench that my duffle bag is sitting on. After taking out my water bottle and phone, I put it back and walk over to the two soldiers, who are making a set board for water training later today.
“Alright fellas, I’m ready when you are.”
Steve looks at Bucky.
“Bucky, finish the set board. I’m going to get Emily warmed up right now.”
After Bucky’s affirmative nod, we walk over to where the floor is padded.
I wrap my knuckles with the bandage that Steve seems to make appear out of nowhere and square up.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
He comes at me, quickly, and immediately on the offensive. He goes towards my stomach with a sidekick, which I step out of. I launch a opposing side one-two counter-attack, with a hook to the left and a right-side roundhouse to his head. He catches the hook, but grabs my roundhouse, holding my foot in his hand. I decide to gauge the strength of his hold, and take the opportunity to swing up around his neck, wrapping my left around his neck and using it as leverage. After staying like that for a few seconds, he taps my leg once, then twice, signaling for me to get down. I loosen my hold and get thrown, quite suddenly on the floor, with Steve catching the fall with his body, and holding my back to his chest. He snakes his arm around my throat, and his legs on either side of me, pinning me down. I writhe around, trying everything I could think of. Elbow to the side, an upward breakaway, which worked for a second, and then failed, because his arm was now wrapped around my chest, and arms.
I stop struggling, as a sign that I was done, and he let go of me. I rolled off his body, flopping onto my back, heaving because that was beyond hard, and
“I think that was enough for the rest of the year, alright?”incredibly tiring for a so-called “warm up.”
“Doll, that was just a warm up.”
“No, I didn’t. I just had a full workout. I’m just gonna lay here for a minute,’kay?”
I closed my eyes, to convince myself that I was just gonna lay there until I had the energy to get up.
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Bucky and Steve looked at each other.
“Doll, I’ve seen you fight for longer than that.”
I peeled open my eyes and glared at him. “If you don’t remember, I had a four hour Krav Maga session with Nat yesterday, and six-mile cross-country run. I think I’ve earned the right to be tired today.”
Steve scoffed. “I’ve seen you be on the run for three days, Emily. I think that you can go again.”
“That was when I was running from you guys! Y’all were chasing after me. I obviously didn’t run fast enough,” I teased while getting on my feet.
“Oh, you think you’re so funny, dontcha Emily?”
“Of course I do, I spend lots of time with Stark.”
“The doesn’t make you instantaneously funny.”
“I’ve learned from him.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, hush. Which one of you will I die with next?”
Steve and Bucky look at each other.
“Fight Bucky, I need to analyze your fight style. See what we can perfect and what new things we can train you into.”
Fuck. At least Steve would be nice about beating me. Bucky would tease me until the day that hell froze over. Nodding, I grunted, and walked over to the mats, trying to match stride with the Super Solider.
Once we got over to the mats, Bucky turned around, and came close to me, and whispered, “If you beat me, I won’t tell anyone that you like Steve. Don’t beat me, and I’ll tell Clint and Tony.”
I huffed and nodded. This little shit was going to get it. It wasn’t hard to make me angry, especially when I’ve had little to no sleep.
“Alright, you asked for it, asshole.”
“Language! Stevie doesn't like that kind of language!”
“It was one time Buck,” Steve says.
“But it was one hilarious time.”
“You weren’t even there, James,” I said. He glared at me.
“What did you call me?”
“I called you James.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Part Three
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“It’s already been paid for,” the barista told him and then pointed toward the man that had been in front of Bucky. Even shadowed under the cap and hidden behind thick-rimmed hipster glasses, it was far too easy to recognize that face.
Steve Rogers.
That was most definitely Steve Rogers -- aka, Captain fuckin’ America -- in semi-disguise, loitering as he waited for his drink.
Steve Rogers paid for his drink. Steve Rogers heard what he said. Christ, that was embarrassing.
Or: the one where Bucky Barnes meets Steve Rogers in Starbucks.
