𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ❧
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader
Word count: 6k
Content warnings: 18+ porn with plot, sex pollen/drugged lust/ consent under duress, P in V penetration, spitting, rough sex-ish, possessive language, praise kink, creampie, overheard setting, kind of angsty at the end.. I guess?
Summary: You, Steve, Tony, Thor and Bruce are sent to investigate a long derelict Hydra space station orbiting above the Atlantic. The mission goes wrong when you are exposed to an experimental chemical- one that turns your body against you, burning you out from the inside. Desire and danger crescendo as every second brings you closer to disaster.
With two long hours left until landing, Steve Rogers faces a decision that could change everything.
★Steve’s hardest mission yet…★
❀ an: First post on tumblr YAY. This fic has kind of tame sex pollen effects, (as in, reader is not completely sex crazed, just extremely aroused and physically affected) And similarly I tried to stay true to the professional and moral Steve- in certain scenes hehe. Lots of build-up in this one! Enjoy ♡︎
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“Med bay, this is Rogers- we need a team ready. Possible chemical exposure, unknown origin.”
“Understood. Who has been affected?”
Helen Cho’s voice crackled back through the comms, steady in its urgency.
Steve, Tony, Bruce and Thor all turned toward you in unison. You were slumped in a harsh metal chair to the left of them, every muscle in your body screaming in protest.
Steve turned to speak again, but you barely caught the words as they swam in and out, dissolving under the shrill ringing in your ears. The ship hummed beneath your boots, each vibration from the strained engine rolling through your spine.
Nausea began to creep up your chest as you pulled your legs together, trying to stay grounded. You were still in the aftershock, clinging to any semblance of understanding as your body tensed and shuddered.
The last thing you remembered from the mission was the room exploding in a flash of gold, and Thor’s cloak catching the light as he found you lying in the Hydra space station hallway, orbiting over the Arctic Ocean.
Every breath dragged heavier than the last, and a metallic tang clung stubbornly to the back of your throat. You pressed a hand to your temple, attempting to will away the effects of whatever this was, but the spinning only deepened.
Steve’s hand clamped firmly around your arm, pulling you out of the fog suddenly.
“Y/N, can you tell me what you’re feeling?” His voice was calm, comforting. And suddenly, your whole body felt aflame with signals, too many to focus on, too sharp to put a name to. You blinked against the lights smearing into watercolour streaks above you.
“My skin’s on fire” you managed to huff out.
Steve crouched down to your eye level, taking in your blistered appearance.
“I’m hot.. and dizzy and my clothes feel-” your breath splintered as your words failed you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the sight of Steve’s deep azure eyes in front of you had just knocked the voice from your throat.
Tony cut in, pacing across the cabin, scanner in hand. “Temp’s climbing fast, oxygen saturation’s tanking. We’re dealing with a classic mystery toxin- Banner, tell me you got eyes on this feed? Don’t make me play doctor here, I look terrible in white.”
“I’ve got it” Bruce answered, voice taut.
“Cap, keep her talking. Thor, don’t let her slump forward- airway needs to stay open.”
Thor bristled at the command, already at your other side. He pressed a steadying hand between your shoulder blades, thumb hooked around your neck, and the skin beneath exploded into chills.
“Fear not, comrade. I will bear your weight. No poison born of cowards shall claim you while I yet draw breath.”
“Fantastic” Tony muttered, his tone sharper than playful.
Typically you would have laughed at Thor’s grandiose bravado, or maybe even appreciated the sentiment considering the current state of affairs- instead, something deep within your stomach lurched at the feeling of his large, strong hand pressing into you. The effects of the mystery toxin had become suddenly clearer to you, as a familiar throbbing began in your cunt. You bit your lip, hard.
“Med bay, her heart rate is ramping up over here, Banner says we’re running a two-hour clock ‘til touch down. You might want to clear the crash carts and prep for something ugly.”
“Two hours..” Helen’s voice hardened. “Keep her conscious, that’s priority one. Banner you’ll have full lab access when she’s ground-side.”
“Copy that,” Bruce replied, his voice steady, but you could hear the whir of calculation underneath.
“Is this chemical makeup becoming any clearer to you? From what I’m seeing, this compound is based on Bremelanotide, some kind of Terpenoid and… Meth? It’s reminiscent of a back-alley viagra.”
“Give me a minute” Helen’s voice rang out after a short pause.
“Y/N” Tony snapped, eyeing Bruce.
“I need you to slow your breathing- Inhale for four counts.. yeah that’s it..
Hold..
Exhale.
Good, just like that. Again.”
The ship tilted around you as your mind raced, attempting to follow Tony’s commands. You were unable to focus on your breath with the feeling of your suit clinging to your hot skin, it was suffocating.
“I need this off” you spluttered out, finding Tony’s face above you.
“You need… what off?” He questioned, shoulders tensing into stone as he looked into your tearful eyes.
Your head tilted to the side as a ragged breath escaped you, chest rising unevenly. Your fingers circled into fists, nails biting into your palms as your eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, your back arched off the seat, hips tilting forward, chasing a relief you couldn’t quite grasp. The nausea that had churned your stomach earlier had shifted, twisting into something heavier. Heat bloomed beneath your skin, prickling like a relentless fever. It rolled lower, coiling tight in your belly, spreading out in sharp pulses impossible to ignore. The primal, unshakeable urge to be filled, stretched open, left you dizzied and undone beneath its grip.
Focus had always been your greatest strength. On missions, you were always the quiet one- sharp, trained to hold fast to discipline and drown out distractions. But all those lessons in detachment and control offered no help here, not when you were confined to the steel belly of the Quinjet, hours away from reprieve, with four men as your only companions. Four men whose presence pressed in on your every thought. Each formidable. Each admirable. Each unbearably handsome in their own right. It was pure torment.
With your body becoming harder and harder to control, all you wanted to do was get up and run.
“Fuck-“ you gasped, “my suit.”
Tony and Steve glanced at each other, the thick tension between them shifting from concern to urgent realisation. Tony cleared his throat, turning to Bruce who had been having a quiet and brisk conversation with Helen.
“What was that you were saying about back-alley viagra, Banner? ‘Cause I, uh, I think we have a situation over here.”
Bruce looked back at Tony for a beat, sighing as he chose his next words.
“Well it’s confirmed, this isn’t just an irritant. We’re looking at systematic damage if this isn’t neutralised fast… but it’s manageable.”
The words punched harder than the drilling in your ears- and the pulsing in your cunt.
Life-threatening. The phrase hung heavy and unspoken, but you read it in the lines deepening across Steve’s brow. He was upright now, broad marble shoulders flexing under his suit. You brought in a ragged breath.
“Understood” he answered firmly.
Tony exhaled sharply, pushing both hands through his hair before stabbing at the scanner again. It clicked back to life with a sharp zip.
“Manageable, huh? Manageable by who, exactly?” He questioned, words clattering over a tension he couldn’t quite disguise. Still, his eyes kept darting to you, sharp and calculating, like he was measuring every flutter of your chest.
It was apparent he knew exactly what was unfolding inside of you, and panic slingshotted through the back of your neck like a whip. You wanted the floor to swallow you up.
Thor shifted beside you, restless as a caged storm. His jaw clenched, knuckles whitening around Mjolnir.
“I shall manage it! If it’s poison, then give me its name and origin right now, and I will strike it from the nine realms!”
Tony sighed, shaking his head. “Banner, can you let the rest of the team in on what’s going on, like, now?”
“Yeah.. yeah uhm- I’ve run a partial analysis. It’s not a natural compound, it’s engineered. Hydra designed it to destabilise the body at a cellular level. Essentially to preoccupy the contaminants, make them vulnerable and unable to defend themselves.”
Steve’s jaw tightened. “Can you get to the point, Banner?”
Bruce exhaled. “It’s a hybrid neurotoxin. It piggybacks into the bloodstream through the lungs, not designed to kill outright, but to hijack the nervous system.”
“Hijack? Meaning what?” Steve frowned, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, beneath them you could see his hands clenching into fists.
“Meaning I’ve been watching her dopamine levels go through the roof since we strapped in. Banner, tell me I’m wrong” Tony answered.
“You’re not,” Bruce admitted, voice taut. “The compound -hypothetically- targets neurotransmitters, specifically those linked to arousal. It pushes the body into a hyper-stimulated state, essentially it’s an aphrodisiac- times one hundred.”
Tony let out a low whistle, eyes narrowing onto his scanner. “Called it. Spiked heart rate, blood pressure increase, system going into overdrive. Reads like a businessman at a strip Club.”
Thor straightened, finally catching onto the situation. His confused expression darkened into disgust, but not with you.
“They would force such.. urges? Drive a warrior into madness with lust?” His tone rumbled, indignant. “Vile sorcery.”
Steve’s jaw clenched, his gaze flicking to you, then away just as quickly, visibly unsettled.
“So, is this thing lethal or not?”
“Not immediately,” Bruce said. “But the strain on her cardiovascular system alone could be fatal if it continues to run unchecked. And psychologically…”
“Hydra always did love their party tricks,” Tony muttered, though his voice was tight. He adjusted the scanner again restlessly.
“Guys, this is serious. At this rate, she isn’t going to make it back here without intervention. She needs stimulation” Helen said, her words sharp.
The feeling had swallowed you now, you were unable to contain it any longer. Your breathing was coming out in short sobs as you twisted within the chair.
“Well, I can probably whip up a better-than-average vibrator, just need a decent motor and some batteries” Tony mumbled.
“No. That’s not gonna cut it.” Helen sighed. “She needs male DNA, which is available through saliva or.. ejaculate.”
The tension had reached its crescendo now, all parties aware of what that meant.
You shifted in the chair, trying to press your knees together, but the movement only stoked the fire. A gasp slipped out before you could stop it.
Steve noticed instantly, his hand pressed onto the armrest next to you.
“Easy” he murmured.
Tony’s eyes flicked from his scanner to your flushed face, his usual smirk didn’t come, instead his jaw ticked.
“Well, banner, your neurotransmitter theory has already left the hypothetical stage.”
“That’s the compound, it’s overstimulating her system. Her heart rate is elevated way past safe levels. If she keeps reacting it could tip into arrhythmia.”
Thor growled, the sound thunder deep. His hand hovered near your shoulder, but he hesitated, unsure if his touch would soothe or worsen.
You squeezed your eyes shut again, breathing in uneven gasps. Every inhale felt too shallow, every exhale a struggle against the pulse roaring through your blood.
“Y/N, you’re going to be okay, just hang in there” Steve said.
At the sound of his gravely voice, your mind betrayed you, spinning out pyretic visions you couldn’t hold back. You could almost feel the weight of his hot mouth pressing to your throat, his tongue dragging slow, wet lines down the delicate curve of your neck. Licking stripes lower and lower until his warmth ghosted over your peaked nipple. Closing his lips around it, sucking hard enough to make your back bow and strain, tongue flicking until you whimpered. You imagined him flicking against your swollen, aching clit instead. Sucking, licking gently until you could feel it bone deep and dragging languidly through your every nerve. The phantom pleasure was so vivid it hollowed you out, left you fluttering around nothing.
“Do we have any kind of protocol to run off here? I mean, this can’t be ethical. How would we even..” Tony trailed off quietly.
Your body jolted like it had been shocked. Heat flared then drained so fast it left your teeth chattering. The whiplash left you gasping, you clutched Steve’s sleeve like it was the only thing tethering you down.
Desire licked through your veins, prickling your skin like fire ants. You yanked at your suit, desperate for air, the feel of it clinging to your skin becoming unbearable in the isolated cabin. You ripped the zipper down, fabric popping open to reveal your bra.
“Okay, guys, we really need a plan here” Tony said quickly, swivelling around so his back was to you. Thor’s eyes widened, and he began to spin around as he followed Tony’s movements.
Steve shifted then, sliding one arm beneath you and the other behind your shoulders. You sucked in a gasp, chewing on your bottom lip.
“Steve-“ you began to protest, but he shushed you, lifting as though you weighed nothing. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed ahead, remaining far more composed than could be said for the rest of them.
Tony twisted half around, eyebrows raised.
“Well isn’t that a wholesome picture, Rodgers. Doing the full bridal carry. And, although I know you’re big on procedures, I sure hope you’re not planning on consummating this marriage so soon. We haven’t signed off on anything yet.”
Steve didn’t even glance his way.
“She needs privacy right now, that’s all.”
“Sure, sure, just saying. You’ve set the bar real high for bedside manner.”
Before Steve could answer, Thor stepped forward, solemn and classically dramatic. His gaze rested on you, then on Steve, as he pressed a broad hand to his chest.
“Captain Rodger’s bears you with honour. Fear not, Y/N. No harm, nor shame, shall touch you today. By my oath, you are protected.”
Steve adjusted his grip, bringing his hand further down towards your knees as he felt the wetness that seeped down your thighs.
“Let’s just keep the focus on getting her stable.” He said firmly.
“Aye-” Thor said, smiling humbly as he bowed his head in assent, “-yet the vow still stands.” His voice rumbled through your pussy like a distant storm.
Steve walked steadily toward the Quinjet cabin quarters, shoulder sliding open the door slowly. He placed you down on the bed, his hand lingering just a second too long on your shoulder- meaning to steady you.
“Breathe with me, gonna be just you and me for now.” He straightened up, eyeing you intently.
You tried, the air clawed at your throat with every inhale, your body felt like it wasn’t yours anymore. Like an enemy- it spun, it ached, it begged, every urge fighting against your own mind.
“I’m burning” you sobbed, fingers curling into the soft sheets below you.
Steve hated the way you trembled below him, every sense coming undone. His usually composed demeanour strained within him. You had always been quiet, a steady pair of eyes. He always trusted you to keep your attention on the job, in a way, you were the one he had come to rely on the most.
“I know” he answered simply before lifting his hand, palm falling flat against your arm.
He shifted around from beside you, blue shadows bled across the cabin walls as he moved, flicking on a lamp with a muted click. The light framed him in a gentle glow as you drifted in the electric hum rattling your bones, preventing you from finding your words. You squeezed your eyes shut as your fingers found the edges of your suit instead, tugging weakly.
Steve was back beside you then, crouching down steady and capable as you writhed. His fingers found yours, coaxing your trembling grip down to your side.
“Let me help” he murmured, catching your eyes as they fluttered open. You wanted to relent, insist you were trained for this- but the words dissolved somewhere, and all that remained of your argument ceased as you gave a fragile nod.
He exhaled slow, shoulders loosening as he shifted forward. His presence folded over you, seeming to hit you like gravity. A forceful pull ricocheted through every limb. You shivered under the pressure building within you, your efforts to force the toxin to yield.
He peeled back your suit slowly, each touch precise, almost reverent. Cold, large hands traced down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, sending sparks scattering through your veins. The sensation swelled, crashing over you, ebbing and flowing through every inch of your body until you were just a floating thing lost somewhere deep in the flame.
“Better?” He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, letting his hand fall to the back of your neck.
A shaky breath escaped you, more whimper than anything. The knowledge of what loomed between you both pressed in heavy, too much to comprehend. Steve Rogers, the most honourable man for the job, would be the one to see you through this- it couldn’t be anyone else. And after, somehow, you’d have to stand at his side on missions like nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn’t watched you lose yourself on his cock, gasping and writhing, breaking apart in helpless waves. Like he hadn’t steadied you through it all, while you sobbed and clawed at his shoulders.
He was going to see every crack in you, hear every desperate sound his cock pulled from you, every shiver that tore through your body as it shattered around him. He’d carry those memories in his hands, his mouth, they’d be behind his eyes every time they found yours from across the room. That invisible, dangerous pull of tension would follow you everywhere he was.
You were too far gone for embarrassment to reach you yet, but you knew it was coming. The emotions within you buckled around each other, bitterness lingering somewhere under the toxin. You silently cursed the universe for subjecting you to this. But yet, maybe it was for the best, maybe it had to be you. You couldn’t imagine the chaos if it had been Thor, or worse, Bruce.
Steve adjusted the air system overhead, his chiselled arm stretching out long above you, muscles taut beneath his suit. Cool air began to float over you, peppering onto your fevered skin. His other hand was still at your neck, thumb circling against the tense muscle there. The motion was slight, soothing. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how it burned, how every graze of his skin against yours ignited the well in your stomach. If he was subtly accustoming you, weaning you onto it for what was to come.
“Focus on me” he ordered softly, voice low and commanding. You tried, eyes locked onto his, breathing with him.
The cool air should’ve soothed you more than it did. Instead, it ghosted over you in the most unbearable way, every waft over your overheated skin felt like electric to your nerves, feeding the fire.
His hand steadying the back of your neck should’ve felt clinical, like a soldier caring for an injured comrade, but each time his thumb grazed against your skin a shiver bolted through you. Heat pooled lower and lower in your stomach, spilling out in heavy waves.
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to focus on the sting, willing the sharp edges of your teeth to drown it all out. But the sound that broke from you was no sob from pain, it was a breathy moan, erotic and needy.
Steve didn’t falter, his grip became firmer, holding you grounded to him as your vision fizzled again. The clean lines of his face blurred into something too sharp, too consuming.
The sheets clung suffocatingly to your sensitive skin, the feel of your underwear unbearable. You twitched restlessly, pulling your legs tight one moment, straining to stretch them the next. Steve saw the shiver that ripped through you, the instinctive arch of your spine.
He kept his face calm, but the heat churned under his ribs too. He knew he had no right to think about the hot flush he felt creeping up your neck, about the tremors that rippled through your legs, about the wet slick that was flowing down them, about how much you needed him.
He could feel your pulse stammering beneath your neck, and it settled the havoc building within him.
“I’ll be right outside” he said softly, getting up to move toward the door. “You’ll be okay, I’ll make sure.”
The door slid shut behind him, and for the first time, the room fell into silence. Your heart thrummed like a drum within your chest. Somewhere beyond the wall you heard the voices bleed in, muffled and airy.
“She shouldn’t be in there alone right now” Tony snapped. “I don’t care how noble it looks. She needs help. Now.”
Thor rumbled low in response, words catching in the air heavily. “But who among us can endure such a trial without dishonour? A weaker man would falter.”
“That’s exactly the point” Tony cut in, sharper. “She needs someone who won’t falter. And that rules me out.”
Silence pressed back in for a moment, then Steve’s voice broke through, resolute.
“I know, trust me, I know she does” he breathed. “And I know it’s got to be me. Just, give me some direction.”
“Banner? Care to give our soldier a manual?” Tony prodded, pausing to look back at Steve. “Wait, what are we talking here Cap, you need to know how to make her cum? Or are you just tryna gauge what’s off limits?”
“No need to be crude, Tony” Steve cut in quickly, tone dropped, edging on warning.
Bruce exhaled heavily before answering, voice taut in its reluctant authority.
“I can’t tell you how to handle this. It’s between you and Y/N. What matters is keeping her system stable. She needs release, stimulation, your DNA in her. Whatever way that works.”
“So, it's decided” Tony hummed.
The heavy silence picked back up, then the door slid open again.
Steve stepped back inside, shadows cutting across his face. His eyes were already on you, and you couldn’t quite identify what was behind them.
He shut the door with deliberate care, effectively sealing you both away from the outside world. He found his place back at your side, allowing his hand to find yours.
“Are we both on the same page? Do you understand this is the only option?” He questioned slowly, head bowed as if he daredn’t look at you until he knew.
Your chest stuttered with a sharp inhale, tears pricking at your lashes as you managed a shaky “yes.”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
The words carried more conviction than question, like an affirmation he needed to ground himself in. His thumb traced soft, steady circles on the back of your hand as his eyes lifted to yours.
“I do” You breathed out.
“Good.”
His voice gentled, coming out like a quiet vow, “I’ll guide you through this, one step at a time.”
With practised care, he shifted you, strong hands gripping your fleshy hips toward the edge of the bed where he towered over you. He placed a pillow beneath your head, bringing his touch to wipe the corner of your eye, then to cradle your cheek lovingly. The small motions had you quivering, leaning your face into the sensations.
“Tell me what you need” He murmured.
The room swam around you, edges blurring. His presence, his husky voice, the warm smell of spice and amber clinging to him, they all cut through your haze like an anchor. This felt right. It had to be him. Salvation seemed to pour through every part of him, a divine guidance that soothed even as the ache enveloped you more intensely than ever.
The heat within you twisted at the surrender, surging into a fresh wave of ache, twisting through your veins with every reminder of his presence. Every pass of his thumb to your skin, every firm squeeze to your hip.
You turned your face toward him, eyes glossy, plump lips parted delicately. God, the way you looked at him, like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. It hit him harder than any blow he’d ever taken in combat. He swallowed, jaw clenched tight. His historical resolve tore and trembled within him, giving way to something else. Something stronger than responsibility, more consuming than duty. Something he’d never allowed to surface until now- with you lying below him, lost in lust, your perfect, round tits heaving below your bra.
You felt it too, that slip in the air. The toxin didn’t just force urges upon you, it cradled them, pulled them together, forced them into shape from the very edges of your mind.
It sharpened them until they exploded with every forceful heartbeat.
Your body arched toward his, a sob catching in your throat. His eyes flicked down toward your soaking heat, and when they snapped back up to yours the blue in them was darker. Storm laced and determined.
“I just need you” you whispered, pleading. “Need you to fuck me.”
Steve’s hands steadied you, one sliding from your face to unclip your bra with practised ease. He swallowed thick as his eyes settled on your tits, breath deepening. He leaned closer, letting his hand trace around from your back, down your body to tug your soaked underwear slowly down your thighs, letting them land somewhere below him. He parted your legs gently, pulled them out wide as he brought them closer to your chest. His eyes were locked onto your glistening pussy between them. His voice came in a low murmur.
“I’ve got you… make you feel all better, yeah?”
For a heartbeat, the stretch of your legs left you feeling raw and fragile, every nerve trembled under the exposure. But a pulse of relief swept through you too, stable and certain, as though Steve was the only reprieve left. You let out a breathy hum.
His fingers moved to his own clothing, working quickly to tug at the seams of his uniform. The fabric slid down over his broad chest and shoulders, cut from years of discipline, serum forged perfection. Each new inch of skin made the air feel thinner, left your skin buzzing with want. Muscles rippled as he shrugged the suit down, and you could barely think past the rush in your veins, the way your whole body was clenching down in raw need.
His gaze never left yours as he worked his pants open, that unyielding blue seeming to hold you in place, promising stability as your body trembled. Then his cock sprang free, solid and heavy, thick with veins that throbbed in the same restrained urgency written across his face. Heat flared through you like wildfire, the sight of his length had your hips jerking upward, a wordless invitation.
“God…” the word cracked from him as he looked down at you- spread wide, trembling, eyes glossy and pleading. His hand wrapped around the base of himself, pumping twice before guiding his swollen head to your entrance. The first brush against your slick hole made you jolt, unbearable and perfect all at once. He held himself still, letting you steady- then he began to press in, slow and deliberate. You gasped, body seizing tight around him, pulling him deeper with every shallow thrust forward.
“Jesus, you’re-“ he cut himself off, teeth gritting as his breath shuddered. His fingers dug into your hips as he breathed measured exhales through his nose. “You’re so damn tight.”
Inch by inch, he pushed in deeper. The stretch was overwhelming, every nerve screamed, every muscle pulled taut, straining to accommodate him. It was too much- the stretch of him splitting you wide, filling you to the hilt until there was nothing left for you to give, but still he took more.
Your nails clawed at the sheets, unable to ground yourself against the flood of sensation as he bottomed out inside of you. A broken moan ripped from you, whiny and desperate. Steve stilled, eyes screwed shut.
“Just breathe honey” he rasped after a second, voice as wrecked as you. His thumb traced soft circles at your waist as his chest rose and fell in heavy pulls.
“That’s it, let me in.. nice and deep. We don’t have to rush a thing”
A low rumble vibrated from him, the sound raw, as if the molten heat of your pussy threatened to undo him. He bit down hard on his lip, exhaling rough, forcing back his urges. The ones to take you completely, to pound you into the mattress, give you everything he had all at once.
He pulled back only slightly, then pushed in again, hard. His rhythm was controlled, slow measured thrusts, but still threaded with need. Each movement sent sparks licking up your spine, hot pleasure searing up your abdomen, tightening low as his balls slapped lazily against the round of your ass. Each drag of him inside you stroked every tender, explosive nerve, the friction had your mouth falling open, breathing in ragged sobs.
The feel of your soaking cunt, clenching, scorching, swallowing him whole had his control fraying with every pound. He ground in deeper, his blunt head pressing against that devastating spot, tearing another cry from your throat. Pleasure flooded you, so sharp, so consuming it bordered on pain.
“Can’t hold back when you sound like that” he groaned, his words almost a growl.
His hand slid down, thumbing roughly against your clit, the harsh circles a wicked contrast to the slow, heaving rhythm of his thrusts. Your vision blurred, every sensation folding into the next until you were sobbing, body arching helplessly into him.
His eyes flickered, darkening as his hips began to snap harder, faster, each stroke punctuated with a guttural moan torn from his chest. He bent to your ear, voice low, heated.
“You feel that sweetheart? Your tight little pussy shaking around me? Tell me how it feels.”
The words sent lightning through your spine, walls clamping around him so violently he swore aloud. Wet, obscene sounds filled the air as his body hammered into yours with punishing precision, pleasure breaking over you in dizzying sputters.
“Feels so good, I can feel you everywhere” you blubbered, gaze dropping to where your bodies connected, the squelch of it filthy, undeniable. Your body trembled, hips chasing his with every ragged slam.
“Look at me” he ordered, his hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face back toward his, forcing your eyes to meet his burning stare.
The heat of his skin, the weight of his body pressing into yours, the deep stretch splitting you apart and remaking you around him, it overtook you. You sobbed again, clutching at him, tidal wave cresting higher with every thrust.
Steve groaned, low in his chest, unravelling with each broken sound you made. Your cries cracked his resolve. “Open your mouth for me” he rasped, pulling into excruciatingly slow grinds that forced you to feel every inch, every ridge, every pulsing throb of his cock as it bullied into you.
You parted your lips, and his spit fell onto your tongue, warm and filthy. The sound you made had his cock twitching deep inside you. He kissed you, swallowing the taste of himself on your tongue.
“Good, baby. Taking what I give you so well” he muttered against your lips, humming back into a kiss. The rhythm that followed was brutal, you felt him claim you with each wave of hot pleasure, each stroke branding you inside out. He kissed along your throat, sucked at the hollow beneath your jaw until your skin was raw.
Each thrust dragged against the tenderest places tucked deep within you, coaxing whines from your lips that he shushed gently, thumb brushing over your wet cheek as his hips drove mercilessly deeper.
“Shh, I’ve got you. Told you I’d make it feel better. Wanna take it slow, I want you to feel all of it, want you to know it’s me.”
The intimacy laced with filth, the drag of his cock, the lingering feel of his spit down your throat all tangled together until your body shook beneath him, ready to snap.
He dragged back until only his tip was pressed inside you, then pushed in again, achingly slow, savouring the way your walls clenched and fluttered. You whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Another shallow thrust, another moan caught in your throat. His hand still cradled your jaw, thumb pressing in softly.
“That’s it, just look at me” he whispered.
You tried, lashes fluttering, but heat swamped every nerve, dragging your focus away into a dulled floaty delirium. He huffed a low laugh, kissing the corner of your mouth. He steadied your hips against the bed as you tried to buck for more.
“Not yet” he breathed, voice firm. “Wanna hear every sound you can make for me first.”
A sharp, deliberate thrust knocked the air from your lungs, your cry echoing through the room, desperate and drawn out. He groaned in response, forehead pressing to yours.
His pace stayed maddening, slow enough to torment, hard enough to wring pulse after pulse of need from your slick pussy. You were soaked, trembling, your whole body begging for release.
“Please, please… I wanna cum” you whimpered, voice breaking.
“Shh, it’s okay” he cooed, kissing your temple, “I know-” he kissed over your throat again, leaving open mouthed heat across your skin.
“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart, just hold on for me a little longer, yeah? Can you do that?” He said, words broken by heavy breaths.
The world narrowed to the press of his body and the cadence of your breath, the molten coil tightening inside of you. “Anything you want, I’m yours” you gasped.
He hummed, half grief and half hunger, the sound wound straight into your cunt. “That’s my girl. So good for me, taking me so well. You’re so beautiful like this” he breathed against your temple.
Towering up over you again, his palm pressed flat to your sternum, feeling the frantic drum beat beneath. His hand slid lower, cradling your fleshy tit as he pinched your hardened bud between two fingers, rolling it until your thighs shook. He soothed with his thumb in gentle circles over the peak, then pinched again, teasing until you were stuttering.
“You gonna cum baby? I know how bad you want it” he purred, his other hand gripping hard into your thigh as his pace snapped sharper. “So good… let go sweetheart, wanna feel you fall apart, milk my cock, it’ll fix you right up” his voice broke on the words, low and rough, praises spilling from his lips in an endless flow.
Your release wasn’t sudden so much as inevitable. The mark of him was everywhere, invading your every sense until you shattered. You gasped, breath hitching as the coil in your stomach finally broke free, pleasure springing outwards, up to the top of your tummy, down the length of your legs, warm and tingling.
You let out little sobs as he kept driving into you, unrelenting, his hand stroking the hair back from your damp face. Every punch from his cock dragged your orgasm out, clamping you tighter around him on the verge of overstimulation.
Steve’s jaw dropped as he felt it, the way your cushiony walls fluttered desperately around him, wringing him from base to tip. He slowed just slightly, breath shuddering, eyes locked on the way your body seized around him. His control buckled at the sight, hanging over you on trembling legs.
“Fuck-“ he spluttered out, “I’m gonna cum in your pussy. Keep me just like that- yeah that’s it… you’re gonna take every drop, you hear me?”
You blinked up at him through wet lashes, glassy eyes struggling under the weight of your climax. You clung to his arm, words tumbling out softly. “Wanna feel it all, want you to fill me up.”
Every muscle in him folded, every restraint unspooling with the flutter of your pussy. He poured himself into you in hot spurts, buried deep, moans tearing out in deep rumbles.
The storm ebbed slowly, leaving only the sound of breath- yours ragged and shallow, his heavy and uneven above you. Steve pressed his forehead to yours for a fleeting second, grounding himself before shifting carefully. His thumb brushed the salt from your damp cheeks, tugging the blanket from the bed’s edge and pulling it around your shivering frame. When you squirmed at the sticky pull between your thighs, his jaw flexed. Moving with quiet efficiency he reached for the tissue box at the nightstand and dabbed you clean as best he could with gentle touches.
He slid in beside you, tugging you against the breadth of his chest. His palm caressed over your back lightly, a simple and grounding lull as your heart still thrummed frantically beneath your ribs. Silence hung between you for a few moments, heavy but not uncomfortable. It was dense with unsaid sentiments you both wanted to linger in a while longer.
Then he exhaled a long breath, as if he was collecting pieces of himself. “How are you feeling?” His voice was careful, controlled, still frayed at its corners.
Your brain still felt scrambled, the heat echoing around the edges of you. “I’m okay” you breathed, though your brows knit together faintly, your body not yet catching up with your words.
Steve’s chest tightened at the answer. For the first time in a long time, he felt lost. Lost to his feelings, to the gentle, honey-dripping warmth that still cluttered around in his chest.
You swallowed, shifting against him. Part of you wanted to press in closer, soak in the heat of his body. The other part recoiled from every biting stab of fondness that furled around Steve’s very presence.
“You should rest for a while” he murmured, voice quiet. “I’ll.. check in with the others.”
You hummed in response, the sound small in the hush. His warmth lingered as he pressed one last reassuring squeeze to your side before untangling from you. He sat on the bed’s edge, shoulders hunched, jaw tight as he pulled his uniform back together. For a moment he sat still, broad back falling and rising as if he was zipping up more than just his clothes.
“We should talk, after” he said, looking back at you, not cold, but his gaze was heavy with an unreadable steadiness.
Your lips parted, but you couldn’t find words to fill the space. What if he didn’t mean what you wanted him to?
When he finally stood, he didn’t meet your eyes again, just flexed his hand at his side restlessly. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
The door sealed shut behind him, leaving you back in the quinjet’s quiet hum. Silence wrapped around you, heavy and disorienting. As if on cue, you heard Tony as he clapped his hands together.
“Well” he said, drawing out the word like a verdict, “looks like our gamble paid off. She’s alive, you’re still standing. Nobody… faltered?” You could hear the smirk threading through his tone. “Although, judging by your rosy disposition, I wouldn’t say you came out untouched.”
Even through the door, you could hear the weight that dragged in Steve’s silence. A long exhale, clipped and even, proved how Steve was holding himself together by a thread.
Bruce’s voice came quieter, a gentle counterweight. “She’s stabilising already, she’s okay. That’s what matters. He did exactly what needed to be done.”
“Exactly!” Thor’s voice boomed. “He selflessly placed her before himself, as an honourable warrior should. Many men would’ve been consumed, lost to the storm. Steve Rogers was not.”
“Was not?” Tony countered. “‘Cause from where I’m standing, it looks like our fearless leader very much.. was.” The vague hand gesture that surely followed needed no translation.
Your cheeks burned hot. Steve made a low, incredulous sound in his throat- something between a huff and a sigh.
“I’m teasing” Tony added, a shade softer. “Any of us could’ve- hell I probably would’ve- made it about ourselves. Cap, he kept it about her. That’s the difference. That’s why Boy Scout here gets the gold star.”
In the silence that again followed, you couldn’t picture what expression could’ve painted Steve’s face at those words. What happened between you, the lingering flutters that seemed to swim around you, it all felt like more.
Bruce cleared his throat then, redirecting. “Med bay’s ready, we’re clear to land. Once we’re on the ground she’ll be fully stabilised. Just keep her comfortable until then.”
“Comfortable, huh?” Tony said, whistling low. “Well. Pretty sure Cap’s got that covered.”
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part two is heeereee :) what remains
