Insubordinate | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
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summary || based on the tik tok by avengerwzrs where Steve sees you drunk and disobedient and he needs to teach you a lesson.
word count: 4.3k
Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. Dub-con (drinking), fingering, oral (female receiving).
The champagne flute, moments ago full of riesling wine, was nearly empty. The condensation on the glass slowly trickles down the frame and pools down the stem, into your fingers.
The sounds of the party around you, break your thoughts, causing you to turn around in your seat and study the place. For good reason, this party was for you.
Your best friend Natasha and your boyfriend, Steve, planned it all out. You’d arrive at your private birthday dinner at a nice, fancy Italian restaurant in the city before joining everyone else at one of the many houses Tony Stark owned.
Now, here you were, your belly full of pasta and champagne. You started drinking more the moment you stepped foot in the house and was greeted by Natasha shoving a shot glass into your hands. Too eager for the night to start, you downed it and ran off with your best friend leaving Steve to go and mingle with his friends.
Within the first two hours of the night, Natasha had poured more shots than you could count and you downed more shots than you thought ever possible for your small frame. Out of the corner of your eye you could sense Steve watching, his eyes lingering on your frame as you kept taking one shot after the other. His protective nature always lingered when he was around you.
It wasn’t long until you mingled with the rest of the crowd which included Thor, Loki, Bruce, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Maria, Clint, and the host himself Tony. Of course, there were other people at the party to fill in the space of the huge house, but you didn’t know most of them. You didn’t care, you just wanted to be with your best friend and boyfriend tonight.
“Y/N, please finish that wine, it’s literally melting in your hand.” Natasha pipes up next to you, coming from who knows where and plopping down on the seat next to you.
Although you drank more than you ever have in your life, you’re still borderline drunk and pretty cohesive with words. You could see Natasha clearly, but deep down you knew your body was slowly swaying from side to side due to the alcohol.
“Only if you finish yours,” you challenge back, raising your glass towards Natasha’s mint julep. She raises her eyebrows and nods, clanking her glass with yours and both of you downing the remaining liquor within seconds.
Laughter breaks the silence after you both finish the drinks and your head turns towards the noise. Steve is laughing with Maria and Thor, clearly enamored by whatever joke was said. You smile sheepishly, happy that he’s happy. There’s also something else making you smile.
The way Steve is standing, you can see the muscles in his button down shirt popping through and the tightness of his pants barely holding onto his thighs. He was a sight to see… and all you wanted to do was push him down onto the couch and-
“I asked you a question!” Natasha’s voice breaks your dirty fantasy and you feel the heat creep up your cheeks and neck. She eyes you suspiciously before repeating herself, something about plans next week that you nod and agree to.
Your head turns back towards Steve and you feel Natasha’s gaze follow, her hand slapping your bare shoulder in a friendly manner. You turn towards her and she immediately smiles.
“You’re such a teenage girl around Steve, I love it,” She teases as she finds her eyes back to Steve and you follow. In that instant it’s like his super hearing picked up on those words and he turns slowly, catching your gaze.
He gives you a wink before returning to his conversation. You feel the instant flood of butterflies in your stomach and in between your legs. You needed him, now. But the party was still going on and it would be obvious if you went and dragged Steve by the arm to some bedroom and left the party.
You had to have a plan. Maybe if you spilled a drink on him it would force him to leave the party to go clean up and you can run off and find him… You were silently racking your brain for a plan when you find Natasha has left and come back with another shot. You turn your attention away from Steve and the group he’s with and focus on Natasha, your vision slowly doubling everything as the alcohol makes its way through your veins.
“Come on birthday girl, you only turn 28 once!” Natasha smirks, passing you the shot in her hand and squealing incessantly.
You push yourself off the barstool you’re sitting on and find your balance on your black heels. The baby pink satin dress you’re wearing slides around your figure as you get off the seat. It’s elongated to show off your curves and has a slit down your right thigh, creating an illusion of longer legs.
Minutes later, Natasha looks out to the living room of the mansion and finds Tony sitting with Wanda, Sam, and Steve. She takes your arm and drags you through the crowd, whispering quick apologies to anyone we drunkenly bump into as we beeline for the table. You can feel the heat rush to your body as she pulls me along, your eyes trying to keep up with the speed and motion we’re going at.
“Nat-” You grunt, attempting to pull yourself away from her grip and take a breather outside. In the process of doing so, you bump into someone taller than you in a dark blue Tom Ford suit. You curse yourself and look up at Tony, seeing that you spilled half his drink when you collided into him. He’s the only one standing as Steve, Wanda, and Sam watch the scene unfold.
“Sorry, Tony,” You quickly say as you try to keep your balance on your heels. It seems like they got more wobbly after leaving the makeshift bar.
“Are you drunk, Y/N?” Tony chides, a smug look on his face as he peers down at you, his eyes growing darker by the second.
He takes you in and your eyes widen, wishing you never bumped into him. He is the host after all; you’ve only spoken with Tony a couple of times so you didn’t know him as well as Natasha and Steve did. They always told you how fun Tony used to be before he had Morgan. You guess this was one of those nights where he was more like a parent than the usually spontaneous Tony Stark.
Natasha blows out a heavy sigh as she sits down next to Sam and Steve eyes you up and down. But it’s not the kind of eyes that scream I want to fuck you in that dress. It’s more of a Don’t make a fool in front of Tony tonight, he offered his place for us to use look.
And in that moment, all of your thoughts concluded to one. Steve’s disappointed look hatched an evil plan in your head that you needed to put into action.
In reality, Steve was loving every minute of this. He enjoyed your defiance and enjoyed what came after even more. He loved knowing that you could push his buttons in a seductive way that only made him want you more. He was ready to see what you’d do to Tony. He was ready to punish you in every way that he knew you were practically begging for.
You rub the apologetic frown off your face and swap it with a smug smile. You step up closely to Tony, inches away from the Iron Man himself and you tilt your nose up at him.
“I don’t know, mom, am I?” You smugly spit out. The alcohol in your veins is giving you the confidence to stand your ground even after the table around you and Tony grows silent. Your heart is beating overtime and you’re not sure whether it’s because of the alcohol or the fear of what Tony would do.
Your eyes glance towards Natasha and she shakes her head and fights back a laugh. Meanwhile, Wanda has a worried look on her face as if she just witnessed something awful. You try to keep up the facade and roll your eyes, not daring to see Steve’s reaction. The aching in between your core was already letting you know that if you didn’t continue soon, you were going to go crazy.
“Excuse me?” Tony asks, his brows furrowing and rising in frustration. In his head, he felt like you were just another Morgan to scold. Although the age difference was by decades, he still felt like you were acting like a toddler with this comeback and clumsiness.
Your eyes widen as you see his glare piercing through your body. You finally take the time to peak your eyes at Steve and he’s watching diligently. As if daring you to say what he thinks you’re going to say. So you do.
You lean down towards the table and see a bottle of Don Julio 1942 waiting for your grasp. You take the handle and pour a shot into one of the empty shot glasses next to it and turn back to Tony.
“I need another one,” You reply hastily, making eye contact with Tony.
“Hey, Y/N.” Steve’s voice cuts through the small silence within the table and you turn your head towards him, shocked he spoke up.
You could see his eyes looking at you up and down as you bite your lip and bat your lashes, attempting to downplay your wicked plan. He doesn’t buy it though, at least that’s what you think, as you smirk and raise the glass to your lips. His ocean blue eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow in frustration, and he shakes his head while maintaining eye contact with you, hoping you can catch that he wants you to quit your game.
But to Steve, he loves seeing this side of you. The way you think you hold the cards, when in actuality you’re just a spawn. He’s the one that in the end always wins. The one who yells “checkmate”.
You look back at Tony and see his jaw twitch in annoyance as he watches you take the shot back in one go. The alcohol seeps down your throat and lights a fire in you; you feel on top of the world.
Suddenly, Tony’s nostrils flare and he steps forward, closing the inches between us. The silence is deafening, it’s as if the rest of the crowd at the party is blocked out from your hearing. You can hear the breathing of everyone around you, especially Tony’s.
His chest moves up and down as he glares at you through dark eyes and that’s when you see a shift in movement to your left. Steve. You let a smirk fall onto your lips as you watched everything unravel.
Tony is lifting his arm as if to scold you with his finger, probably what he does to his daughter, while Steve gets up from his chair and makes his way to you in big strides. His gait towards you is strong and authoritative.
“Shit-” you muster out before getting your arm grabbed by Steve right before Tony can lay his pointer finger to your chest. You’re being pulled in a dominant manner by Steve and your heart is racing relentlessly as is the heartbeat between your legs. You can hear Natasha laughing in the distance and Wanda eyeing you with worry in her eyes. If only she knew.
Finally, you think to yourself. Steve finally figured your game out. He took the bait and he was going to give you what you wanted all night.
He pulls you down a hallway past the living room where the noise from the party has subsided, causing you to just hear both of your footsteps. Your knees are wobbly from the drinking and the heels, but you don’t care.
“Steve,” You pout, trying to get out of his grasp. His fingers grow tighter on your arm, but not enough to really hurt you.
As if annoyed, Steve stops in his tracks in the dark hallway and turns around, pushing your body against the wall. You wince as your back hits the wall and you hold your breath as Steve moves closer to you.
“Y/N, are you trying to be punished like a bad girl?” His voice is deep and dark, his blue eyes flickering down your body, making known what the ideas in his mind are.
You smirk and bite your lip, and let him continue to press his body against you. Your breathing increases as you struggle to intake air. You can smell his cologne and it makes you want more.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Steve.” You slyly reply. He leans in and brushes his left hand down your torso, along the seams of the satin dress, until it hits the slit on your thigh. You inhale a sharp breath as his touch lingers there.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t worry, I caught on very fast. This isn’t your game we’re playing. I have my own rules,” He fires back, lust filling his eyes as he looks at you. The fingers that are placed on your thigh begin to move slowly in up and down motions, causing your skin to prickle in goosebumps. Anticipation.
“Steve-” You attempt to whine out, but your words are interrupted by his lips crashing down on yours. Your breath hitches as you take it in. His kiss is hard and demanding, leaving no room for second guessing.
His hand’s grip grows stronger on your thigh and you throw your arms around his neck, attempting to pull him closer and continue the kissing.
The pressure of his body against yours and the intensity of his lips pushing yours open and his tongue swiping along yours is all too much. You let out a quiet moan, hoping no one walks near the hallway to witness how much of a puddle you are in Steve’s grasp.
“Good girl,” Steve breathes out as he releases his lips off you and leans towards your neck, nibbling softly at the skin. His dominant nature is mixed with softness that is driving your body crazy, begging for more.
Another moan escapes your lips as his teeth bite the skin of your neck and you can’t help but let out a little yelp.
“Y/N, I’m going to need you to be quiet if you want me to continue your punishment.”
You silently nod, not daring to make another squeak. Steve takes this obedience as a good sign to hoist your legs up on his waist, wrapping your legs around his torso. His lips are still at your neck and you lean into him.
“Please,” You beg in a soft whine.
“Please what? Use your words, Y/N.” Steve replies, as his left hand reaches further past the slit on your thigh and is now placed in the inner thigh region. Suddenly, you can feel just how wet you are. He hasn’t even touched you there yet and you’re a sopping mess.
“I-I need you to fuck me already,” You muster out in hollowed breaths.
Steve smirks, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger. Literally.
“As you wish,” He responds, pushing you both off the wall and heading towards a random room in the hallway.
It’s a bedroom with white walls and wood accents in both the flooring and furniture. The bed is king size with creme colored sheets. Steve shuts the door with his feet as he continues into the room, carrying you on his waist still.
“You’ve been such a disobedient girl tonight. I know you were doing it for attention,” Steve teases as he nears the bed and leans over, laying you gently. The constant switch from dominant words to soft words, then dominant touches to soft touches is confusing your mind into a frenzy.
“Need you to touch me-” You whisper as you watch from the bed, Steve beginning to undo the clasp on your heels and taking them off ever so slowly. Your breathing halts as he gets in front of you and leans over, causing you to fall flat on your back.
His eyes trace your body from your knees to your face. Your hips buckle involuntarily and he smirks.
“I’ll do more than that, don’t you worry,” He responds, his voice lower than before. His hands find the zipper of your dress on the left side of your body and he slowly pulls it down, inch by inch. The anticipation is ever worse than the actual act. The teasing is causing your legs to shake and the wetness inside you to continue pooling into your panties.
In a matter of seconds Steve has your satin dress on the ground, leaving you in a matching baby pink lace set. His eyes seem to go dark as he takes you in.
“Did you wear this just for me?” He asks and you nod your head quickly.
He leans over, brushing his lips against your neck again and travelling down your chest until his lips are met with the lace bra covering your nipple.
He pulls one of the lace cups down and begins to lick and bite your nipple, causing your hips to buck again and a moan to escape your lips. You bit back another pleasurable moan as he moved onto the next nipple.
Your hands move to his sides and you grasp the fabric of his button down shirt, pulling him closer to your body. Suddenly, he takes your small wrists into his big hands and pulls them to your side, locking you into that position. He doesn’t want you going anywhere.
“S-Steve-” You groan, wanting him to continue going down your body until his lips are met with your aching core.
“If you want your birthday present, you’re going to have to keep your mouth shut.” He demands, causing you to blush and nod.
“Yes , sir-” You squeak out, hoping those words would create a line of forgiveness and allow you to moan a little more. It seems to work as he looks up from your nipple, his lips forming a line of saliva from your nipple to his bottom lip; he looks pleased at your words; you can feel the tightness in his crotch grow against your knee.
He begins to travel his lips again, down your belly button, along the lines of your hips meeting your inner thigh, until finally his lips rest just above your other lips.
His hands release the hold on your wrists and you immediately put them on his head, knowing you’ll need to grasp his hair for stability soon.
He gently nuzzles his nose against the pink lace thong and hits the spot where your clit is underneath the fabric, causing your body to jolt up. He lets out a low chuckle before taking his fingers and moving the fabric to the side, letting him have access to your pussy.
“You’re so wet for me,” He moans, causing you to buck your hips again at his words. You just want him inside of you already, but he’s taking his sweet time.
He leans in again and spreads the lips with his fingers and lets his tongue glide in one long stripe against your folds. You let out a moan as he does it again, making your mind fill with ecstasy.
As his tongue continues to lick your folds, he gently takes a finger and enters it in you and you grasp his hair hard. His other hand reaches for your stomach and pushes it down, causing you to be stuck in this position, under his will. You can’t move although you really want to. You’re so used to being able to move along with Steve’s motions, but he really wants control now.
His finger begins to pump in and out of you as his tongue licks and slides against your folds and clit. Each time his tongue touches your clit, it’s like electric sparks.
“I think you need more fingers before I get my cock in you,” Steve retorts as he slips another thick digit into you and you whine at the pain and pleasure that are mixing inside of you. You know it’ll just be worse once he stretches you out and fills you with his length.
“Yes, sir-” You respond breathlessly and wince as he pumps in and out of you and puts another thick digit into your pussy without warning. Your hips attempt to buck up in pleasure but his other hand on your stomach prevents you from doing just that. You can hear the deviant laughter fall off his lips.
Your hold on his hair grows stronger as this game of fingering continues. It feels like hours pass but you know it’s only been a couple of minutes. Your wetness just continues to pour out of you until you feel the escalated climax reaching its point. With the intense licking of your clit and the finger fucking, you’re ready to come undone.
“I-I’m about to -” You whine out and Steve hushes you.
“I know baby, let it all out,” He demands and you do, letting your climax reach and allowing your body to crumble under his touch, your orgasm blacking out your vision from the pleasure.
Once Steve feels your orgasm is done, and he’s finished lapping up your juices, he lifts up from your body and licks his lips once more. He begins to unbutton his shirt and throw it on the ground, his body is thick in muscle and looks like it was sculpted by the gods themselves.
You bite your lip in arousal and see his smile grow as he strips down from his dress pants and takes off his black leather dress shoes. Suddenly, Steve is standing there in his dominant posture eyeing your half naked body with lustful eyes. You look immediately at the bulge in his boxers and he smirks once more, watching you watch him slowly take them off. His cock springs up from the motion and you can see the redness near the base and the precum on the tip. You lick your lips, ready for what’s to come.
He leans over the bed again and crawls up towards you, making sure there’s enough space so he doesn’t crush your body. He looks down at your lace bra and shakes his head, reaches under your shoulders and unclasps the bra and throws it off the bed.
“Much better,” He says as he catches your eyes and leans in for a kiss. His cock is leaning up against your thigh as he leans over and kisses you gently.
Your legs wrap around his waist once more and you feel his tip gently brush against your folds. Once again, you’re already wet for him.
“I can feel you getting wet again for me,” He teases. You nod and bite your lip, waiting for him to slowly enter. But he doesn’t.
Instead, Steve looks at you with his lustful eyes and leans his hand in between your bodies and grabs his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up at your entrance.
Before you can say another word, he thrusts his cock inside of you in one big motion. You let out a whimper and grab onto his biceps and dig your nails into his skin in pleasure. He’s not even in all the way and you feel completely stretched out, his fingering doing nothing to prepare you for his size.
“Steve-” You moan out loud, your pussy clenching at his throbbing size and causing him to curse under his breath and thrust farther into you. His tip suddenly goes in deep, brushing against your cervix and you yelp out.
“You knew this was coming,” Steve grunts out as he bottoms out inside you. “You love my big cock inside you, don’t complain.”
You can’t help but nod in agreement; he was right you did enjoy being broken time and time again with his size.
Steve moves his hands to your hips as he gains traction and begins moving his cock in and out of you. The motion is painful, yet enticing and you begin to dance your hips alongside him. With just a few more thrusts, you were feeling your pussy fill again with the need to orgasm.
Steve could sense it by the way you were clenching each time he thrusted his length into you and he would be lying if he wasn’t ready to come already.
Sweat begins to dribble down your neck and down your chest and you can see the same on Steve’s face and body.
“I’m going to come again,” You groan as Steve pulls in and out slower this time, the movements shaking the bed.
“Come for me, be a good girl and come for me,” Steve commands and you do. He continues to pump through your orgasm and your nails dig deeper into you as you finish around him.
Steve groans and grunts as he does one last thrust and fills his come inside of you. You’re both panting and he falls on top of you, but makes sure to hoist himself by his arms to not crush you. You can feel the twitch of his cock inside of you and you clench.
“Don’t do that unless you want me to flip you around for round two,” Steve warns, leaning his head against the crevice of your neck and shoulder.
Both of your breathing begins to slow down and your minds return to where you’re at; the party in Tony’s house.
But the party can wait, you thought. It’s your birthday after all, and Steve always lets you have your way. And right now? You definitely wanted a round two.
