steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse: sugar daddy steve rogers
pairing: sugar daddy!steve rogers x female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you out for a day of shopping.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, smut, oral sex (m + f receiving), cock worship, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship
word count: 902
a/n: inspired very loosely by this photoset from pretty woman.
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Sugar daddy Steve Rogers wants to spend his birthday spoiling you, his pretty, perfect sugar baby.
He wakes you up mid-morning on July 4th, already dressed for the day in a tailored suit, by pressing sweet kisses all over your face. You try to drag him back into bed, but he smiles against your mouth and holds up his black credit card, distracting you with promises of spending an unreal amount of money on you.
Steve takes you shopping at all your favorite stores, a limo chauffeuring you around New York City. On more than one occasion, Steve raises the divider between the two of you and the driver, using the relative privacy to kiss you senseless.
In the back seat of the limo, you and your sugar daddy make out like teenagers who can’t get enough of each other—at least until you arrive at the next store. Then Steve helps straighten your clothes and fix your makeup, stealing one last kiss before helping you out of the car.
While shopping, Steve holds your hand until you’re too excited by all the pretty things, and then he sets you loose, happy to watch your excitement bubble over into appreciative “oohs” and “ahhs.” Every once in a while, he’ll point to something he thinks you’d look nice in and you bound back to him, bouncing on the balls of your feet to plant a kiss on his cheek before scampering off again.
If he sees your eyes linger on anything, it doesn’t matter how much it costs—whether it’s a piece of pricy jewelry or a set of expensive lingerie or a pretty dress that you don’t have a reason to wear—Steve makes sure it ends up in the bags that are sent back to his penthouse apartment.
(Because of course he buys you way too much, and all the bags can’t fit in the trunk of the limo—or even the backseat!)
Throughout the day, your sugar daddy buys you almost an entirely new wardrobe full of sundresses, pretty lingerie and cute outfits perfect for the summer vacation he’s taking you on later in the month. He also buys you so many swimsuits, you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to wear them all.
Steve assures you that you’ll get plenty of use out of them sitting by the pool or on the beach. If he needs to extend your vacation to make sure of it, he will.
But Steve also buys you plenty of comfortable clothes, too. Leggings and crop tops, pajama sets made of the softest materials you’ve ever felt. He loves seeing you in pretty things, all dolled up for him, but he loves seeing you comfy, too. It fills him with just as much pride to have you snuggle into his side on the couch as when he gets to take you out and show you off.
By the time you get home, both of you are a little tired, so you take a nap together. Then, after a light dinner and a cupcake with a birthday candle in it—which Steve only blows out because of the hopeful look on your face—it’s time to give him his own personal fashion show.
You parade through Steve’s penthouse, showing off everything he bought you, while he watches from the couch. His blue eyes are filled with appreciation for you and everything you’re wearing. For the most part, he's happy just to watch.
That is, until you put on the red, white, and blue bikini you managed to sneak past him. Something about seeing you in those colors, stars and stripes clinging to the curves of your body, does something to Steve, and he can’t help but haul you down onto his lap, kissing you hard.
Smirking against your sugar daddy’s mouth, you make a smart comment about knowing he’d like that particular outfit. He doesn’t have time to respond to your snark before you’re undoing the buttons of his shirt, and peeling it off him like it’s your birthday and he’s the best present you could’ve possibly gotten.
You worship your sugar daddy with your mouth, kissing down his golden, toned chest until you get to the waist of his pants. You free his cock with deft fingers, curling your hand around it and giving his flushed tip a sweet kiss.
Before the fashion show began, you put on your favorite lipstick, so when you kiss up and down the thick shaft of his cock, you leave the faint print of your lips behind. Your sugar daddy is entranced by the sight, his fingers stroking your cheek and cupping your head, murmuring affectionate praises as you take him into your mouth.
You give Steve the best birthday blowjob of his life—or at least, until his next birthday. You suck him off until he’s coming down your throat and growling your name, pleasure dripping from his deep voice.
After, he takes you to bed, ending the day between your thighs, making love to your pussy with his mouth until he’s hard again, then driving deep into your body. He fucks you while you’re still wearing that red, white, and blue bikini, his bright eyes filled with a possessive fervor, until he spills deep in your cunt.
You and your sugar daddy, Steve Rogers, fall asleep entwined together, happy and content after a birthday well spent.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,937
Summary: You couldn’t admit that you wanted to make Steve’s birthday special, so instead, you had to put a very you spin on it.
Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. Mild sexual content. Alpha!Steve. Sassy omega!Reader. Established relationship. Omegaverse dynamic and details (like scenting, mating glands, etc.). Fluff. Feels. Being emotionally constipated. Slight dirty talk.
A/N: Surprise, my lovelies! I’m so happy to join in on @witchywithwhiskey ‘s birthday event for Steeb 🥹 Thank you for hosting and helping me choose which Steve to write, Molly! I hope you enjoy this ❤️
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Steve turned away from the coffee machine, jumping a little as he found you standing a few feet away, on the other side of the marble kitchen isle, staring at him in a way that was accusatory.
“Who’s sneaking up on who now?” he laughed, his smile faltering as your eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you have something you’d like to tell me, Hercules?” you challenged, your look haughty and knowing and annoyed.
“Um.” Steve frowned in confusion, his eyes glinting with concern as they flickered between yours.
After a moment, you saw something in his gaze shift, his jaw setting slightly as this look of now-or-never sort of determination glimmered in his eyes, making a surge of panic swell within you.
Because oh my god, that wasn’t what you meant!
So before Steve could open his mouth and say something you were not yet ready to hear, you beat him to it, tossing a piece of opened mail on the counter.
Steve blinked down at it, frowning once more as he glanced between you and the paper before him. “...my driver’s license renewal card?”
You huffed, leaning closer and stabbing your finger at the date of birth printed on the card stock. “Your birthday is in a few weeks! And you haven’t mentioned it at all!”
“Oh.” Steve’s big, broad shoulders lifted as he gave you a sheepish look, a rosy flush staining his cheeks and working its way to the tips of his ears. “I just… didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“Well what if I want to?” you glared at him. “You were just going to rob me of the full birthday experience?” You made something close to jazz hands that had Steve choking down a laugh because you did seem genuinely irritated by this. “That’s so selfish of you, Hercules,” you finished with a huff, crossing your arms for good measure.
Even though he was able to suppress his laughter, Steve wasn’t able to do the same with his smile. He grinned big, blue eyes twinkling with a very fond sort of mirth as he rounded the counter and pulled you into his arms.
“You’re right, omega, I’m the worst.”
“Truly!” you nodded in agreement, your own lips twitching as Steve interlocked his hands at the small of your back and kissed your cheek.
“Next year, I’ll be sure to set monthly reminders for you about my birthday so it’s always top of mind,” Steve murmured, kissing your other cheek. “It won’t be obnoxious at all.”
You nearly giggled, but were able to maintain your stink eye as you gave him an unimpressed look. “You better,” you hmphed, realizing your mistake a second after you spoke.
That you didn’t object to the fact that you would still be here–with Steve–a year from now.
You hadn’t really thought much about the future since you were a young omega, still brimming with hope and not yet beat down by the state of the world.
But now… after months of being in Steve’s orbit, of… whatever this was between you–because you still weren’t ready to admit that you were together–the thought of this whole thing not being temporary, of it being your future, of Steve being your future…
Well, it was an idea that you didn’t hate.
You could tell by the warmth and softness in Steve’s gaze that he was thinking along the same lines as you, but again, you just couldn’t with what ifs, and big feelings, and more.
Not yet.
“So,” you cleared your throat, pretending to fiddle with the collar of Steve’s t-shirt so you could escape his intese gaze for a moment. “What would the perfect birthday look like to you?”
Steve was quiet for a moment, for more than a moment, and you felt a swirl of anxiety in your stomach, worried that you had upset him by side-stepping the almost emotional landmine.
But when you peeked up at him, Steve’s gaze was just as warm and soft as a moment ago, and he was giving you a small, boyish smile as he replied, “I think I have an idea that we’ll both enjoy.”
A few weeks later, on Steve’s birthday, his idea came to fruition, and for the first time in a very long time–maybe ever–you really were getting the full birthday experience, even if it wasn’t your birthday.
But that didn’t make it any less perfect.
Because Steve had driven you upstate to a small lake house in the middle of the woods.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had been out of the city, and it truly felt like a slice of heaven to be surrounded by nature and quiet and have Steve all to yourself on his special day.
His special day was just part of the week-long vacation he had surprised you with, and he really had planned it all so perfectly. The fridge and pantry were stocked with your favorite prepped foods and takeout, so neither of you would need to cook. And he had gotten a cute little birthday cake, along with lots of other treats, from his favorite bakery.
And now, you were both enjoying the gorgeous tranquility around you, as you and Steve sat on the dock out back of the house, watching the sun set over the lake.
You gave a quiet sigh of contentment as you sank back in the circle of Steve’s arms, allowing your head to fall to the side as his nose skimmed up the side of your throat as he took his time scenting you.
It was actually the first time you two had ever done this–scenting outside of sex–and you didn’t hate it. You were kind of obsessed with it to be honest.
In fact, you had never been so squirmy in your life, your mind pleasantly hazy and quiet for once as you gave a soft chirp when Steve pressed a kiss to your unmarked mating gland.
“You smell so good, omega,” he murmured against your skin, inhaling deeply and purring with satisfaction as he basked in your scent. “You always do.”
Your inner omega chirped up a storm, loving Steve’s attention and admiration as you turned your face so you could nuzzle his nose with yours.
Steve kissed you gently, his eyes so soft and happy as he told you, “This really is the perfect birthday.” His lips touched yours again, lingering this time before he pulled away and breathed, “Thank you, omega. I mean it.”
As he often was, Steve was so earnest in his words and feelings, but something about the sheer affection for you that was coloring his alpha scent had you feeling shy, and a little cranky to be honest.
Because you were still getting used to how much Steve made you feel and want, even after knowing him for months. But you shoved down the minor flare of irritation that you knew was a defense mechanism, because you would not be bitchy with Steve on his birthday.
So instead, you playfully rolled your eyes, murmuring, “You’re such a sap.”
“Only for you,” Steve grinned.
Your scent spiked with your own joy–and something wanting–and he huffed a laugh.
He leaned in and kissed your mating gland, laughing again as you squealed and tried to squirm away, overwhelmed by how sensitive that part of you was, especially under Steve’s attention.
“How do you like it?” he rumbled, eyes twinkling as you huffed and twisted in his hold to glare at him.
For a moment, you just gave him the best stink eye you could muster, and then, you pounced.
Of course you knew that Steve was letting you “attack” him as he fell back against the dock and took you with him. But that didn’t make it any less silly or fun as you wrestled with him until you straddled his hips and had his hands pinned above his head, preening your victory.
“Well now that you’ve got me, what are you gonna do with me?” Steve husked, his eyes noticeably darker as you hovered over him.
For probably the millionth time, you were nearly struck dumb by how gorgeous Steve was. His skin smooth and flawless, his golden hair gleaming in the setting sun and now perfectly mussed. And his eyes–those pretty blue eyes–so expressive as he watched you, as he waited for whatever you deemed came next.
For a long, quiet moment, you just stared at each other, and then your eyes flickered down to another feature of his that you sure did love–those plump pink lips.
Those plump, pink, kissable lips.
“I have a few ideas,” you finally replied before swooping close and capturing his lips with yours.
Steve groaned into your mouth as you traded pinning his wrists for framing his face between your hands. You made your own sound of delight when you felt his touch at your hips, his fingers pressing into you, holding you tight and urging your body against his even more.
Your lips teased and tasted until both you and Steve were breathless, and when you finally pulled back enough to raggedly inhale a gulp of air, you paused for a beat, your eyes dancing as you said, “I want smores.”
“I want more too,” Steve immediately returned. His big hand cradled your cheek and tried to reel you back in for another kiss, but you pulled away.
Giggling as you sat up over him, you shook your head, lips curled into a playful smirk as you tutted, “Keep it in your pants, Hercules. I want smores. You promised we’d make them using that little fire pit on the back deck.”
For a long moment, Steve just stared up at you, uncomprehending, gaping. And it was nearly enough to make you cackle, but then he blinked owlishly, his brain rebooting, and he didn’t look disappointed at all as he said, “Oh. Right.” Instead, he gave your hips a squeeze, his grin boyish as he continued, “I’ll go set it up now.”
You couldn’t help the dreamy sigh that bubbled past your lips as Steve helped you to your feet. Because he really was so good, so perfect.
And he was all yours.
Preening for a different reason now, you looped your arm through Steve’s, pressing close to his side as you two began to slowly walk back up the dock.
You felt mischievous as you glanced over and drank in the still flushed state of Steve’s cheeks, the way his lips were still kiss swollen, too.
“After smores, then I’ll give you more,” you teased, shooting Steve a wicked grin. “You can spend the rest of my night fucking me full of your cum and keeping me on your knot, birthday boy.”
Steve tripped over his own feet, making you burst into laughter as you grabbed onto him to help steady his steps, enjoying the way his flush deepened for an entirely different reason now as he shot you a stink eye.
“You’re such a menace," he muttered, but he was already grinning again as he wrapped his arm around you and tugged you flush against him. “But you’re my menace.”
“Well happy birthday to you,” you chimed, laughing into Steve’s side as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
He held you just a little bit tighter as he murmured against your hair, “You’re the best birthday present ever,” rumbling his content as you caught his hand with yours, twined your fingers together, and stayed tucked close as you cleared the dock and made your way back to the lake house.
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steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse: infinity war steve rogers
pairing: infinity war!steve rogers x female reader
summary: being on the run won't stop steve rogers from seeing his favorite girl.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), slight angst, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, big cock, almost somnophilia, pet names (angel), established relationship
word count: 1.1k
a/n: the request for infinity war era Steve comes from @perdidosbucky-yyo and i wasn't totally sure what to write for it. but then i saw @biteofcherry's post about leaving her cookie out for Steve for his birthday and the idea of IW Steve coming home to reader took form! hope y'all enjoy 😉
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Infinity War era Steve Rogers spends his birthday laying low since he’s still on the run after everything that happened. But even the threat of General Ross bringing the entire might of the U.S. government down on his head can’t keep Steve from seeing his favorite girl.
In the early morning hours on July 4th, Steve lets himself into your apartment, using the key you left hidden under the mat for him. He peels off his gear, stripping on the way to the bathroom and grabbing a quick shower to clean the grime of travel off his body.
Once he’s done, he towels off quickly and dons only a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in before slipping soundlessly into your bedroom. He pauses for a moment to take you in. You’re laying on your side in the exact middle of the bed, your eyes closed and your lips parted as you breathe deeply in your sleep.
Steve has to bite back a snicker when he notices the bit of drool at the corner of your mouth, but the sound dies in his throat when he notices that your arms are wrapped around a pillow—one you’ve covered with one of his shirts.
When he realizes that you’re clinging so tightly to something of his, even in your sleep, Steve’s heart thumps hard in his chest and he knows he can’t keep himself away from you for even a moment longer. He’s been gone too long, and he misses you too badly.
In just a few quick strides, Steve crosses the room to the bed and slips beneath the blankets behind you.
You always keep the air conditioner on high in the summer, needing the weight of your blankets to sleep, so Steve doesn’t notice that you’re completely naked until he bundles you up in his arms. He pulls your back into his front, slotting you in perfectly against his body.
Suddenly, there’s so much warm, bare skin pressing against Steve’s chest, his arms, his legs, that for an entire minute, his mind completely blanks out. He knows, deep down, that you did this for him. Normally, you wear one of his shirts to bed, so the fact that you’re naked means you were waiting for him—that you’re ready for him.
While Steve’s short-circuiting behind you, you rouse from sleep, giving a sleepy mumble of his name.
“Steve?”
That snaps him out of it, and he squeezes you a little tighter in his arms. “It’s me, angel,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, reveling in the way you shiver at the rasp of his beard. “Had to see my best girl on my birthday.”
“Mmm,” you hum in agreement. Wiggling your ass, you rub sleepily against Steve’s hardening cock, the tantalizing warmth of your pussy teasing him and making him groan softly against your cheek. “Want you, Steve. Inside. Please.”
The soft, broken sound of your voice begging for his cock is too much for Steve. All he can do is give you exactly what you asked for. It takes him very little time to shove his briefs down and line up the tip of his cock with your warm, welcoming entrance.
Steve works himself inside you slowly, one of his hands slipping around your hip and dipping between your thighs to stroke your clit sweetly, teasing you open. Helpless moans fall from your lips and you bury your face in the pillow wrapped in Steve’s shirt, letting the soft cotton muffle your sounds of pleasure.
It feels endless, the stretch and ache of taking the super-soldier’s thick cock after so long, and by the time Steve hilts himself in your pussy, you’re both breathing hard. He sucks a hickey into your shoulder, making you whine and clench around his fat dick.
“Baby, baby, ‘m not gonna last long,” Steve rumbles, trailing kisses up your neck to nip at the edge of your jaw. “You feel too good and it’s been too long.”
You’re nodding your head before he’s finished speaking, biting back a sob of pleasure even as you roll your hips impatiently. “Too long,” you echo, and the subtle thread of sadness in your voice nearly breaks Steve’s heart.
He captures your chin in one hand, turning your head enough so his mouth can find yours. He kisses you hard, fierce, as he begins to fuck you, hard and deep. “I miss you so fucking much when I’m gone, angel,” he rumbles against your mouth, lifting up enough so that he can look into your pretty eyes, see your face as pleasure surges through your body.
You stare up at Steve like he’s your everything, one hand cupping his jaw, fingers sinking possessively into his beard and yanking him down for another kiss. “I miss you, too, Steve,” you confess against his mouth before kissing him again harder, pouring all your love for him into it as tears spill down your cheeks.
The hard things go unsaid. Steve’s birthday isn’t the time to talk about how you wish he didn’t have to leave again, even though you know he’ll have to. And you’re grateful he doesn’t make promises he can’t keep about when he’ll be able to come home for good. For the day, the two of you will just enjoy each other.
Steve’s hand slips back between your thighs, rubbing your clit, determined to make you cum first. He uses everything he knows about your body to ratchet your pleasure higher, getting you to the edge before he lets himself cum. Still, it’s a near thing. But he manages to find the spot inside you that drives you wild, and he pounds into it until you’re quaking in his arms.
You pull away from Steve’s mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure in his beard, just beneath his jaw, the vibrations of you coming apart shooting down his spine and straight to his dick. He twitches inside you, your cunt clenching hard around him, and then he’s coming inside you.
Steve ducks his head, searching for your mouth. He kisses you breathless before you both sag back into the pillows on the bed, relaxing into the post-sex haze.
The two of you fall asleep like that, you curled up in the super-soldier’s arms, his cock still buried in your body, plugging you full of his cum. You keep him warm while he sleeps, and he keeps you safe—and when you wake up, it’s to spend the day with your man, Steve Rogers, celebrating his birthday.
At least, until he has to leave again.
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steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse: mafia boss steve rogers
pairing: mafia boss!steve rogers x female reader
summary: you're auctioning off your freedom for a year, and it's brooklyn's most feared mafia boss who buys you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), dirty thoughts, sexual tension, implied cheating (reader has a boyfriend, but he sucks), technically sex work/prostitution i guess?
word count: 2.0k
a/n: this was one of my original concepts for a Steve Rogers birthday fic, but the idea of writing the full thing—smut and all—just felt too overwhelming, so please enjoy this abridged version.........without the smut 🙊 sorry sorry. maybe i'll revisit it one day
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Mafia boss Steve Rogers spends his birthday at the gentlemen’s club he owns. It’s his pride and joy, the crown jewel of his territory, and he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else for his birthday.
Steve isn’t sure who came up with the idea, but it amuses him that in honor of Independence Day, the club is hosting an auction. Girls who are desperate enough for some cash can sell their freedom for however long they choose. Some are offering the weekend, others just the night. A rare few are offering a whole week.
From the VIP section, Steve watches the auction, sipping on his favorite brand of whiskey, amused by the men bidding on the procession of girls. He mocks them with his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes, calling the men pathetic for needing to spend so much to get some pussy.
Steve can snap his fingers and have a beautiful girl on his lap in just a few moments, he can seduce any woman he wants into his bed and entice her to stay as long as he wants. So even though it amuses him, he can’t fathom why anyone would be so crass as to buy a girls’ attention.
Then he sees you, the diamond of the night.
The auctioneer welcomes you out onto the stage, and you tentatively step out into the spotlight. All told, you’re nothing necessarily special. You’re wearing a relatively simple sundress, which, even though it only comes down to mid-thigh, is much more modest than the more scantily dressed women being auctioned off.
There’s an innocence about you even as you straighten your spine and stand tall, refusing to be cowed by the men hooting and hollering in the crowd, calling for you to take your dress off. You don’t do any such thing, raising your chin higher and looking down on the club like a queen overlooking her court.
And big, bad Steve Rogers, the leader of Brooklyn’s most feared mafia organization, is struck dumb. He’s unable to respond when Bucky makes some comment about you causing a riot because the mafia boss has been rendered speechless. It would’ve been funny, if it had happened to anyone else but him.
Steve only snaps back to reality when it’s announced that you’re selling your freedom for a whole year, and the mafia boss knows he has to have you. He’s already thinking about the ways he can put your body to good use, fucking you in that pretty little sundress in the filthy back alley behind his club. He knows, deep in his bones, that you’re going to be so fucking pretty when you cum on his cock.
It strikes Steve that even a whole year with you might not be enough. But that’s a problem for future Steve. For now, he needs to focus on winning you, buying your freedom, and then he can worry later about keeping you beyond the year.
Thankfully, Steve regains enough of his senses not to jump in too early in the bidding. His life is one long power play, and he knows how to win an auction. Compared to negotiating peace with Tony Stark’s Manhattan organization, this should be like child’s play.
So Steve feigns disinterest, sipping on his whiskey and watching as the price of your freedom racks up. He ignores Bucky’s low whistles and mocking scoffs, his best friend eventually realizing what’s going on and that the mafia boss is going to make a play for you. Steve doesn’t need to say that you’re worth every penny, Bucky figures it out.
When the bidding slows down at $1.5 million, Steve knows it’s time to strike.
“Two million dollars,” he calls across the club, the sheer authority in his voice ringing through the space. He watches with a sense of predatory satisfaction when your attention turns to him, your eyes widening almost imperceptibly as you take him in. It takes everything in Steve not to puff up like some peacock.
The other men who’ve been bidding on you look around uneasily, still trying to discern where the offer came from. Deciding to reveal himself, Steve rises from his seat, taking one last drink from his glass before he shoves his hands in the pockets of his slacks and begins prowling up toward the stage.
Recognition ripples through the room, uneasy whispers circling the tables of the gentlemen’s club. A few obstinate men look like they’re gathering the courage to try to outbid the mafia boss, but before they can open their mouths, the auctioneer saves them from making the mistake of trying to cross Steve Rogers.
“Sold! To the proprietor of the club,” the auctioneer crows, ushering Steve up onto the stage, even though it’s clear to anyone watching that the imposing mafia boss is going to do as he pleases anyway. “Happy birthday, sir,” the other man simpers.
Steve stalks across the stage while the auctioneer leads the club in a motley rendition of “Happy Birthday,” but the intimidating mafia boss ignores the crowd. He only has eyes for you, the birthday present he’s gifting to himself.
You try to swallow past the lump in your throat, your eyes wide as you stare up at the tall, blond man, using all your strength to keep the steel in your spine and not wilt beneath the intensity in his bright, blue eyes.
He exudes an aura of danger and violence that has nothing to do with the way his broad shoulders and thick biceps fill out the suit he wears. Instead, it has everything to do with who he is.
You may not know much about the underworld of New York City, but you know enough to recognize—and be intimidated by—the Brooklyn mafia boss, Steve Rogers.
It had never been your intention to catch the attention of someone so notorious, so infamous for bloodshed, and now not only are you in his sights, you’ve officially sold your freedom to him for an entire year.
If that’s not bad enough, you can already read the mafia boss’s depraved intentions all over his face. It’s clear in the way he’s staring at you like a starving predator whose set his sights on his prey—and that prey is you.
The truth solidifies in your gut, Steve Rogers is going to eat you alive.
Tears prick at the back of your eyes, but you blink them quickly away, cursing yourself for being so stupidly naive. You’d just wanted to help your boyfriend. He’d gotten himself deep into some gambling debts, and you hadn’t even known he’d borrowed money from some seriously scary people until it was almost too late.
He’d been the one to suggest the auction at the gentlemen’s club. The two of you had concocted a plan for you to sell your freedom for a year, both so that you’d earn enough money to clear your boyfriend’s debts, and because the length of time might mean someone would buy you to be a glorified house maid.
Now that it’s done, though, you can’t help but realize you’d deluded yourself. The look in Steve Rogers’ eyes, filled with hunger and promise, makes it clear that the mafia boss has plans for you—and those plans include using your body in every filthy depraved way he can think of. For a whole year.
However, when you expect to feel fear at that realization, you feel only…a tentative thrill. A thrumming kind of…excitement. You tell yourself you’ll do anything the mafia boss asks of you so that you can help your boyfriend, but a not-so-small part of you is intrigued about what exactly he’ll do with you…
Only a few seconds have passed since Steve came to a stop in front of you, the echoing refrain of “Happy Birthday” only just tapering off in the club. As you watch him, Steve holds out his big hand to you, and for a moment all you can do is stare at it.
You know the hand he’s presented to you has been stained with blood on more than one occasion, but it’s also a lifeline. It’s an escape from the mess your boyfriend created, the one that could’ve easily led to you being kidnapped and hurt in order to make him pay back his debts.
When you continue to hesitate, Steve speaks, and his tone is so soft, so gentle, that it wraps around your heart and soul like a blanket.
“My diamond,” he says, his voice low like the rumbling purr of a lion. “I believe you’re mine now.”
There’s a question in his words, so subtle you barely notice it, but it’s there. He’s giving you a chance to back out, to rebuff his offer of $2 million and try your luck elsewhere. But your only other options are less money or leaving your fate in the hands of the men your boyfriend owes money to.
Even with the depraved promise in Steve’s eyes, you know he’s your best option. So you slip your hand into his. You’re instantly struck by the warmth of his palm, and the electric sparks that have your body lighting up for him even before his calloused fingers close around your hand.
“Yes, sir, I belong to you,” you murmur, almost forgetting to tack on, “For one year.”
A slow smile spreads across Steve’s handsome face, sharp as the edge of a knife, and far more dangerous if the way your heart flutters is any indication. Quick as a shot, Steve bends over your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, the promise of depravity in the ostensibly modest gesture.
“Right, for one year,” he repeats, and there’s a dark kind of humor sparkling in his eyes before he blinks it away, like he finds something about that statement funny. He draws you in closer, securing you against his side and leading you off the stage.
When you enter the VIP section on the arm of the mafia boss, a man with brown, messy hair and a scowl on his pouty mouth greets Steve with a question of, “What the fuck, boss?”
Steve smirks, unruffled by the rude question, and squeezes your hip possessively. You only realize he’s not going to explain himself to this man when the mafia boss lowers himself onto one of the leather couches, sprawling out like a king on his throne.
You don’t move until Steve grabs your hand and guides you to sit on his lap, your body leaning against his broad chest while he snags a fresh glass of whiskey off a server’s tray. He asks what you’d like to drink, and you’re grateful for the consideration, asking for something strong, which makes him chuckle, the sound vibrating through your body to settle heavily between your thighs.
Relaxing into Steve’s big body, you’re distracted by the thick muscle of his leg beneath your ass, and the weight and warmth of his hand where it’s settled on your hip. His thumb rubs maddening circles into your skin through your sundress, the gesture both teasing and comforting.
You don’t know how you’re going to deal with Steve’s closeness for a whole year—especially when you know he has every intention of stripping you bare and having his way with you. But you’re brought back into the moment when the mafia boss speaks to his friend.
“It’s my birthday, Buck,” Steve is saying to the other man, hiding a smug smile behind his glass as he takes a sip. “I deserve to get myself something nice—like a little diamond doll.”
Steve turns his smile on you, stealing the breath from your lungs with how handsome he is. It’s ridiculous how good it feels to have him look at you like you’re something precious to him, and you can already tell you’re greedy for more of his attention.
It strikes you all over again that you’re in way over your head. If you’re not careful, you’ll enjoy being Steve Rogers’ diamond doll a little too much and forget the entire reason you sold your freedom in the first place. But would that be so bad?
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it's almost our favorite star-spangled man's birthday, which means it's time to celebrate Steve Rogers!
normally, i'd write a full fic and post it on or around Steve's birthday on July 4th, but between work and life, i just haven't had the time or energy to do that. however, i've been thinking about what i'd like to write to celebrate Steve, and i have all these IDEAS.
so i decided that instead of posting one full fic, i'm going to post a bunch of little fics—concepts, blurbs, drabbles, etc.—each focused on a different Steve Rogers AU from across the multiverse.
but then i thought, what if i made it more interactive!? so i figured i'd open it up and see if anyone wants to request certain AUs or eras of Steve's MCU canon story that you, my lovely friends, followers and mutuals, would like to read about!
how it works: send me an ask or reply to this post with an AU or canon era and i'll write something about how that version of Steve + reader would spend his birthday! for example, you could request fae prince Steve, or Avengers tower era Steve or, idk, meteorologist Steve! (please don't include additional details in your request.) i'll try to post these all on July 4th but some may be spill over into July 5th.
if you'd like to write something yourself, feel free to join in on the fun! choose any AU and write about how you think Steve and reader would spend his birthday. can be fluff, smut, angst, dark, whatever floats your boat! tag me + #SRBATM and I'll read/reblog your fic and add it to the event masterlist. let's keep these short and sweet: 2k word limit and deadline is midnight on July 5th.
rules: only one request/entry per person, please! if i receive duplicate requests, i'll only write one response and will tag everyone who requested it. otherwise, standard rules of my blog apply—you must be 18+ to participate; no rpf, grooming, underage, watersports/scat, incest, necrophilia or bestiality. no racist, homophobic, transphobic or fatphobic AUs.
to avoid duplicates, here are the AUs i'm already planning to write, so DO NOT request these (but feel free to write your own if you'd like!):
mafia au
CEO au
sugar daddy au
brother's best friend au
i hope i explained my idea okay and y'all think this is a fun idea 👉👈🥺 feel free to dm me if you have any questions! i'm looking forward to seeing what folks come up with!
steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse: CEO steve rogers
pairing: CEO!steve rogers x secretary!female reader
summary: you rearrange your boss's schedule on his birthday, and convince him he needs to relax a little.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (m receiving), piv sex, cockwarming, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, sir kink, established relationship
word count: 791
a/n: let's be honest, our Stevie is exactly the type to work on his birthday, and he needs someone to make sure he takes time to indulge in some pleasure.
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CEO Steve Rogers is working on his birthday. Because of course he is, even if it is a Saturday.
As his secretary, that means you’re working on a weekend as well, but you have a plan to make your boss’s birthday special, even if it requires a certain amount of subterfuge.
He’s barely sat down at his desk when he’s calling you into his office. You’re already on your way, carrying the expertly made espresso Steve likes. You set the cup down at his elbow before standing up straight with your head held high, even under the weight of the CEO’s frustrated scowl.
“What happened to my schedule?” Steve demands, not even pausing to pick up the cup and taste his drink. “It’s a disaster.”
“It’s your birthday,” you remind him, stepping closer and cutting him off before he can go on a tirade about how much he doesn’t care about his birthday. “I converted all your important meetings into phone calls, and I pushed everything else to next week.”
While you’re speaking, you reach beneath the hem of your pencil skirt and pull your panties down, letting them fall to the floor before you step out of them. The movement gives Steve a tantalizing, teasing look at your pussy, and his eyes are glued to your body as you move closer.
Steve is too stunned to speak, whether from the way your fingers are deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath, or because he’s too angry about what you’ve done to his schedule. But it doesn’t really matter, you’re going to get your way no matter what.
“Now, what hole would you like to use first, sir?” you ask, your question jarring Steve back into the moment.
His voice is deep, rough, and already a little unraveled as he asks a clarifying question, “Use?”
“To keep your cock warm while you work,” you answer pertly, using all your self-control not to smirk at your boss. Even after almost a year of dating, it feels good to surprise him, and you’re glad his birthday gave you the perfect opportunity. “Which hole would you like to use first?”
It takes a moment for the CEO to catch up, and when he does, there’s very little anger left in his expression. But Steve still manages to grumble his answer. “How about that impertinent mouth?”
A brilliant smile spreads across your face. “Good choice, sir,” you respond, your voice too breathless to be considered professional.
You lower yourself to your knees, quickly undoing Steve’s pants and pulling his soft cock out. You press a kiss to the tip, enjoying the way it twitches in response. You settle onto your folded legs and look up at the CEO, shooting him a quick wink.
“Don’t forget your coffee; I made it just the way you like for your birthday.”
Steve reaches for the cup you’d set down, taking a sip and closing his eyes as if to savor it. He relaxes into his leather office chair, and you take the opportunity to slip his hardening cock into your mouth. Like this, you can take him to the root, and he groans softly at the wet heat of your mouth, his cock coming to life even more.
“Maybe birthdays aren’t as useless as I thought,” Steve mumbles, settling one heavy hand on the crown of your head, stroking you affectionately while you hum your agreement around his cock.
You stay like that while Steve finishes his coffee and takes his morning calls, sucking gently on his cock and keeping him warm like you promised. With your cheek pillowed on Steve’s muscular thigh, you’re content, and he seems just as happy.
It isn’t until just before lunch when Steve begins thrusting into your mouth, the tip of his dick brushing the back of your throat a few times before he’s coming. You swallow everything he gives you, then stand on shaky legs to fetch the food you’d had delivered from his favorite restaurant.
In the afternoon, you perch on Steve’s lap, his cock buried in your pussy, your head resting on his shoulder while he finishes up the rest of his calls and emails. Before the two of you head home, Steve bends you over his desk and uses you, making you cum on his cock a few times so he can feel you squeeze him, milk him, before he empties his load deep in your pussy.
By the time you and your boss/boyfriend, the CEO Steve Rogers, leave the office for the evening to continue celebrating, you have him believing that birthdays aren’t so bad when you spend them with the right person. And for him, that right person is you.
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steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse: professor steve rogers
pairing: professor!steve rogers x associate professor!female reader
summary: on his birthday, steve finally gets what he wants—you, all to himself.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), sorta dubcon, uneven power dynamics, some manipulative/obsessive behavior from Steve, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, bit of mean Steve, begging, light degradation, praise kink, professor kink, dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart)
word count: 1.5k
a/n: the request for professor Steve Rogers comes from @epiphanyrogers! since i'm not really a big fan of professor x student fics, i went for professor x professor, but Steve does technically outrank reader, and he's more than a little bit of a perv, so he's still a dirty old professor 🤭 this fic is really just a bunch of shameless smut, and i had a lot of fun writing it, so i hope y'all enjoy!!
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Professor Steve Rogers spends the evening of his birthday in his office with you, the pretty new associate professor in the English department. He’s got you bent over his desk, fucking you from behind, so that you can both watch the Fourth of July fireworks through his window.
Truthfully, Steve doesn’t give a shit about the fireworks. They were just the pretense he’d used to get you to his office, along with a sad story about how he didn’t have anyone to spend his birthday with. Steve is sure the fireworks are nice, the town always goes all out for the holiday, but he can’t bring himself to look at them—not when he has you.
Steve only has eyes for you, his gaze raking hungrily over your body, taking in the arch of your spine and the flare of your hips. You’re bent over at the waist, your upper body pressed to his desk, and he can’t help the surve of possessiveness that has him driving hard into your tight, gripping channel.
The professor has been dying to get you alone and spread open for him since you joined the college’s faculty for the spring semester. It was lust at first sight, and Steve did everything in his power to get you exactly where he wanted you. And now that he finally has you, he’s going to take his time savoring you.
The loud booms and explosions of the fireworks are a distant, unimportant cacophony when Steve is so focused on the wet sounds you’re pussy is making while taking his cock. The obscene schlick of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock is music to his ears, and he slows down, pumping lazily into you to draw it out.
“F-fuck, Steve,” you whine, your voice thready and desperate. It’s so fucking sweet, it has Steve’s mouth watering with the desire to hunch over your back and take your mouth, just so he can taste your pleasure straight from your lips. “Ah! You’re so—so deep. Ohmygod!”
Steve plows harder into your cunt, wrenching a shrill, shameless cry from your lips, and his chest puffs up. You need this just as much as he does, he knows it. Just like he knows you’re enjoying this just as much as he is.
Your tight, wet pussy is clinging to him like she never wants him to stop, and your back is arched to lift your ass up. It puts you in the perfect position to take him nice and deep, until the fat tip of his cock is kissing your cervix.
With his two big hands on the round curves of your ass, Steve spreads you open so he can see the thick shaft of his bare cock fucking deep into your pussy. There’s a ring of white, creamy wetness circling the base of his dick, your desire dripping down to his balls and making a mess of your thighs.
Staring down at where your bodies are joined, Steve slams deep into your cunt, watching your ass ripple and your thighs shake as you let out another strangled scream. He likes the sight so much, he does it again, and again, pounding deep into your pussy while his hands grip your hips so hard, his fingers dig harshly into the plush softness of your body.
“Steve!” you cry out, and the professor wrenches his gaze away from the sight of you taking his cock.
His eyes trail up your body, past where your sundress is rucked up around your waist, lingering for a moment on your tits, which are pressed so enticingly against the wood of his desk. Finally, his gaze finds your face.
Your pretty features are twisted with pleasure, your brows scrunched and your teeth digging deep into your plump lower lip. Your eyes are desperate and frenzied as you stare at him over your shoulder.
“Do you need something, pretty girl?” Steve coos, his tone half mocking as he bends over your body, one hand gripping your face and pulling you close so he can kiss you. “Does my sweet little slut need something from her professor?”
“Please,” you sob, tears gathering in your hazy, lust-filled eyes. “Please, professor, ‘m so close.”
Steve grins against your mouth, the expression wolfish and wild. “You need me to make you cum, sweetheart?” he asks, even more mocking condescension in his tone. And when your pussy clenches tight around his cock, he can’t help but chuckle, loving the reaction your body has to his filthy words.
“Yes, yes, yes. Please, please, please,” you chant, rocking your hips like you’re trying to take Steve’s cock harder and faster on your own. It’s almost too bad that you’re bent and pinned against his desk, his bigger body making it so you can barely move.
“Well, since you begged so nicely…” Steve trails off, shoving one of his hands between your body and the desk, until his fingers are pressed against your clit. Once there, though, he doesn’t move them. “Grind on my fingers and make yourself cum like a good little slut,” he commands, using his most authoritative voice. “Show your professor how good you are at following orders.”
“Oh fuck, Steve,” you cry, your hips already working hard to do as he says. “Yes, sir. I’ll be so good for you, sir. Such a good slut for you, sir, I swear,” you babble, grinding your clit against his fingers and taking his cock deep into your cunt—so deep that your words devolve into a helpless, wanton moan.
Steve grins against your cheek, watching the desperation and determination contort your pretty face while you fuck yourself on his cock and hump against his fingers. If Steve thought you were beautiful before, he realizes now that you’re downright fucking gorgeous once he’s turned you into a feral little cumslut—all for him.
The fireworks are still going off outside his office window, but Steve’s entire focus is on you and the sounds you’re letting out while you’re desperately trying to make yourself cum for him. It’s glorious to watch, especially when you reach the edge, your body going tight and taut, every muscle clenching down, before you finally let go.
You cum with a scream that’s drowned out by the fireworks show’s finale, your whole body shaking as you sob through your pleasure. Your legs are trembling riotously, and your upper body goes limp in Steve’s arms. It’s only his hand still holding your face that stops you from slumping onto his desk.
And the professor watches it all, his cock throbbing in your tight, fluttering cunt. But he’s not done with you yet.
Once your pleasure wanes and you catch your breath, you open your eyes, a question in your gaze and the quirk of your brows. “D-did you cum?” you ask unsurely.
A grin spreads across Steve’s face and he steals a kiss from your lips. When he pulls away, he lays you gently down on his desk, and stands back up so he’s towering above your bent over body.
Steve’s hips retreat until only the fat mushroom tip of his dick remains in your pussy. You’re still pulsing from your release and he revels in the feeling of your hole mouthing at his cock. Then, he thrusts forward, burying every inch of his fat dick in your oversensitive cunt, his hips smacking against your ass.
“Ohmygod, Steve!” you blubber, your body shaking even more violently under the onslaught of pleasure. “Wha-what are you…d-doing?”
“Oh, pretty girl,” Steve coos mockingly, giving your ass a harsh slap that has you jumping, your body sucking his cock even deeper, until the tip is nestled right against the end of you. “You didn’t think I was done with you already, did you?”
His big hand soothes over your smarting cheek, his hips pulling back and plowing forward again. He leans forward, brushing tears of pleasure from your face, grinning at the sight, and catches your eye over your shoulder.
“It’s my birthday, and I’ll cum when I want to,” Steve tells you, punctuating his statement with another deep, brutal thrust. “And I’ve wanted you too long to cum so soon.”
Steve picks up the pace of his thrusts, the fingers of his other hand finding your puffy, swollen clit and playing with it so meanly that all you can do is collapse on the professor’s desk and take what he gives you. He loves the way you submit to him, your cunt clenching greedily down on his cock even as you shake and cry from the overstimulation.
“Of course,” Steve goes on, curling over your back to press a sweet kiss to your mouth. “You can cum as much as you want, pretty girl. In fact, I’d like it very much if you did—and you want to be a good slut and give your professor what he wants for his birthday, don’t you?”
It’s music to Steve’s ears when your answer rings out in the silence following the fireworks, your voice drenched in pleasure as you respond to him with sweet obedience.
“Yes, sir!”
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steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse: cowboy steve rogers
pairing: cowboy!steve rogers x female reader
summary: you meet a cowboy at a bar on his birthday, and you leave with him.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, protected sex, casual sex (that leads to something more 😏), big cock, light choking kink, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names (darlin', baby girl), strangers to lovers, happy ending
word count: 1.6k
a/n: the request for cowboy Steve Rogers comes from @biteofcherry! i just love the idea of young, charming cowboy Steve Rogers getting a little more than he may have bargained for when he picks up a girl on his birthday 🤭 and i ended up REALLY loving this cocky cowboy, so i hope y'all enjoy some fun, sweet smut with him!!
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Cowboy Steve Rogers is celebrating his birthday by knocking boots with the pretty little thing he picks up at his favorite dive bar.
You’re there with friends, just out for the night to drink and have a good time. You don’t have any intention of hooking up, but you can’t help the way your attention is snatched away from your friends the moment Steve walks into the bar.
The six-foot-tall cowboy has shoulders broad enough to fill the doorway, a narrow waist hugged lovingly by a plain white t-shirt, and a deliciously toned ass on perfect display in a pair of well-worn jeans. His look is completed by a cowboy hat and boots, looking every bit like a fantasy come to life.
You can’t help but swoon a little when the cowboy turns his bright blue eyes and charming smile on you. He gives you a teasing sort of wink before swaggering across the room to the bar, where he joins a group of men, all of them shouting “Happy birthday!” at him.
You try to return your focus to your friends, but they can all see your interest has been captured by the blond cowboy. Like the amazing friends that they are, they try to give you a pep talk to convince you to go over and offer to buy him a birthday drink.
Before you can, though, Steve moseys on over to your table and introduces himself first, then he asks you to dance. You’re nervous and excited, unsure of whether you should leave your table, but your friends tell you to go, so you let Steve pull you out onto the dance floor.
The night is whirlwind of drinks, dancing, and trying your luck on the mechanical bull in the back of the dive bar.
Steve is, of course, fantastic at riding the bucking bronco, and you get more than a little hot and bothered watching his hips work, the muscles of his thighs clenching around the wide saddle, the lean lines of his arms rippling as he works to keep his seat.
You can’t help but think you’d have even more fun riding the cowboy than you did the mechanical bull…
It isn’t long after Steve dismounts from the bucking bronco before you’re back on the dance floor with the cowboy. He’s holding you close as the two of you dance to a slow song, and when he slips a finger under your chin, tipping your face up so his mouth can brush against yours, you moan softly into the kiss.
Steve’s tongue teases along your lips before slipping inside, taking possession of your mouth while you cling to his broad shoulders and kiss him right back. His big hands slip down your waist and dig into the back pockets of your jeans, groping your ass and hauling you into his body until you can feel the hard ridge of his bulge against your stomach.
“Feel what you do to me, darlin’,” Steve drawls in your ear before pressing hot, greedy kisses to your neck that make you gasp and writhe against his body.
The kissing only stops when you and Steve start getting the attention of others in the bar, and they begin hooting and hollering at the two of you to get a room.
Steve’s grin is all easy charm as he steps back from you, one of his hands staying possessively in the back pocket of your jeans while the other reaches up and plucks the hat from his head. He places it on your head, cheers erupting around the bar because they all know what it means—he’s claiming you as his. At least for the night.
A giddy grin spreads across your face, and when Steve turns to you, asking if you want to get out of the dive bar, you readily answer yes. Steve’s eyes grow warm with affection as he watches the excitement play out on your face, and he pulls you in for a quick kiss before walking you back over to your table.
Steve leaves you to collect your things and say your goodbyes to your friends before you head out, then swaggers over to the bar to do the same with his group.
The two of you barely make it to Steve’s truck before you’re kissing again, making out against the passenger side door until you’re so turned on, you’re trying to practically climb the cowboy like a tree. He chuckles against your mouth and helps you up into the passenger seat, giving you a gruff, “Be a good girl for me, darlin’,” before pulling away and hopping into the driver’s seat.
Thankfully, Steve doesn’t drive far, only until he finds an empty, shadowed parking lot a few minutes from the bar. Then he’s throwing his truck in park and hauling you across the bench seat until you’re straddling his lap.
You’re still wearing his hat while you make out with the cowboy, grinding down on his thick cock through your jeans, until the two of you are too feral for each other to form words. Steve bends you over in the front seat of his truck, your face down against the leather seats, ass up so he can shove your jeans down around your thighs.
He puts a condom on without you even having to ask, and then he’s pushing inside your tight, wet channel. You’re so very ready for him to sheath himself in your body, but he goes slow, stretching you around his thick shaft so it doesn’t hurt. Even still, it punches the breath from your lungs, and by the time he bottoms out, you’re halfway to coming.
Steve curls over your body until his chest is flush against your back, one of his hands wrapping loosely around the base of your throat while his mouth goes to your ear. “You’re taking my cock so good, darlin’,” he rumbles, pulling back before thrusting forward again, wringing a desperate whine from your lips. “So tight and hot—and all for me, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Yuh huh, all for you, daddy,” you babble, too far gone in pleasure already to think twice about what you’re saying. It isn’t until Steve pauses that you realize what you’d said. Before you can backtrack, though, Steve’s hand is tightening around your throat, choking you lightly, and he’s chuckling in your ear, the sound low and filthy.
“‘Daddy’, huh?” he teases, his tone dripping with warm condescension that makes your belly swoop and your core clench. Steve groans at the way your body clutches him tighter, beginning to fuck you again, slow and deep. “I’ll be your daddy, darlin’,” he murmurs in your ear, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Now, be a good girl for daddy, and take my cock deep in your pretty pussy, baby girl.”
Moaning wantonly in response, you arch your spine, lifting your ass and taking Steve’s cock deeper, making him growl as he feels the way you flutter around his thick length. He steadily increases his thrusts until he’s pounding into you from behind, his hand like an anchor around your throat while you give yourself over to the pleasure he’s offering.
When Steve’s other hand slips between your thighs, his fingers stroking your clit in delicious little circles, you’re completely undone. You cum on the cowboy’s cock, screaming his name into the leather seat of his truck as your body clenches tight around his pounding shaft.
Steve follows you over the edge, his fingers twitching around your throat as he shoves deep into your cunt. You can feel him throbbing inside you, and you let out one last moan before you sag onto the seat beneath you. For long, languid moments, Steve lays on top of you, careful not to crush you, while you both catch your breath.
Carefully, he pulls free from your body and disposes of the condom, then helps you pull your jeans back up. You move to settle into the passenger seat of the truck, but Steve gives you a little smirk and asks, “Whaddya think you’re doin’ all the way over there, darlin’?” before he pulls you across the bench seat and tucks you into his side.
You hide your grin in his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him—beer, leather and something fresh and clean. Snuggling deeper into Steve’s side, you feel him brush a kiss to the top your head before cranking the engine of his truck and pulling back onto the road.
He drives you home with one arm around your shoulders, his fingers twined with yours, his other hand resting casually on the steering wheel. The two of you chat the whole way, getting to know each other and discovering you have plenty in common.
When he parks in front of your place, you ask the cowboy if he had a good birthday.
Steve grins and captures your lips in a searing kiss. “Meeting you made it the best birthday I’ve had in a while, darlin’,” he answers, and you swoon all over again. You feel a sense of pride glowing in your chest and you can’t help but smile against his mouth when he kisses you again.
Before you get out of his truck, the cowboy asks for your phone number and you don’t even have to think about it before you give it to him. After the cowboy’s best birthday turned into a night you both wouldn’t soon forget, you’re excited for the next time you get to see Steve Rogers.
Which, if he has any say, will be very, very soon.
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