NAUGHTY LIST | STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER
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summary || you were friends with Steve Rogers for as long as you can remember, but something changed and now you felt more. Does he feel the same? - christmas inspired and very fluffy friends to lovers with moderate spice-
word count: 7.5k
Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. slow burn, friends to lovers, cursing, oral (m to f), fingering, praise kink, consensual sex.
The air was brisk and cold, fragments of snowflakes pressing up against the window pane. Your nose was turning pink and bruised as your face sat flush against the glass, watching the busy street below.
The sounds of the city were muffled over the sound of the music drifting through the halls of your penthouse. Although you lived in a pretty high apartment, it was low enough for you to still study the people of the city out your window. You hated living in your last place, the people looked like ants and you couldn't find satisfaction in imagining the lives of those walking by when they were so small from your window.
Your ears perk up to the sound of a rough knock on your door and you push yourself off the pillow you had positioned on the floor next to the floor-ceiling window. You had a few couches around the place that you could push up against the windows if you'd like, but you liked this way better.
The sound of your socks softly hitting the hardwood floor fill your ears as you walk through your living room and into the hall that leads to the front door. The music has drifted and you take a deep breath before getting on your tip toes to see who it is.
A vision of dark blond hair, blue eyes, and a white knitted sweater fills your peephole and your heart warms.
You've been best friends with Steve Rogers for as long as you can remember. It was only recently that you began to feel a shift in your feelings towards him. It happened a couple of months ago and ever since you've felt the sudden change in your friendship as you did your best to hide your attraction.
There was no way that your best friend, the ever handsome Steve Rogers, would feel the same way about you. Did you ever tell him and see if he felt the same? No way! That would be basically tying yourself up and lighting a match, burning yourself at the stake at this outrageous confession.
Your heart murmurs faster against your chest and you take a deep breath, your shoulder rising up and down in a slow fashion. You didn't even bother getting dressed this morning. It was a Saturday after all and all of your plans were right here in the apartment.
You wore an oversized shirt that Steve lent you one drunken night two years ago after he had to wrestle you playfully to get out of your club outfit and into pajamas. You, of course, refused and only cooperated by demanding the shirt off of Steve's back and he... obliged. Its stitches began to fray from the nightly use of it after you possessed it, but you wouldn't ever throw it out unless it meant you got another one of Steve's shirts.
Even then, you didn't know the attraction to Steve would skyrocket like it has the past few months. The friendship has always been like that, Steve's willingness to help out his best friend even if it meant giving his shirt for her to wear in her drunken, demanding state.
So... to be confused as to why your best friend was knocking on your door brought curiosity. It's not like you guys had any plans today since yours were to stay in, watch Christmas movies, and people watch out the window. Your job was draining as it is, being a freelance copyrighter and ghostwriter for various famous names. All hours of the week were booked to sustain the downtown lifestyle you kept, but you made good money and couldn't complain.
Another knock, lighter this time, brings you back to the moment and you run your hands over your dark waves before placing your hand over the lock and twisting it, pulling down on the handle.
Steve's body suddenly fills the space between the hallway and door as you open it wide, taking him in. You can already feel the flush of your cheeks at the sight of him, something that has been happening ever since the day you realized you felt more for your best friend than you let on.
"Caramel," Steve says with a glint in his cerulean eyes and you furrow your brows confused if this was a new nickname you weren't aware of.
"Wha-" But before you can finish your question, Steve pulls his hands to his chest where he's holding two coffee cups in a tray you didn't notice he's been holding this whole time.
"Caramel latte, for you." Steve laughs, his eyes brightening again as you pull a smile on your face at the sight of caffeine and yummy goodness in your favorite latte.
"Mmm," You say with a sigh as you reach your hands over to the cup in the tray, but Steve pulls the tray back towards his side and tsks.
"Not until you let me in."
You shake your head as a laugh escapes your lips, moving to the side to let your best friend in. You strain your neck as you look up at him, his height always shocking you at the close proximity. You were a stagnant five two while his frame was a whopping six two. His wide frame made you lick your lips.
You see Steve's eyes flicker to you as he enters the foyer of your penthouse. He catches you licking your lips at the sight of him and you swear there is a crimson glow growing on the tips of his cheeks and it wasn't from the winter wind outside.
He pushes the tray to you, your hands grasping around the cardboard as he unties his shoes and leaves them near the door. He wore brown slacks and dress shoes, way too dressed for this early in the day.
You let the door swing closed next to you, watching his movements like a deer in headlights. You never really liked having outside shoes inside and it was relieving to know Steve understood and respected that.
"So, what are you doing here?" You muster out, finally letting out a long breath and turning on your heels.
You feel Steve rise and follow you to the massive kitchen. You push a few Christmas decorations on the white marble island and place the tray on there, grabbing the latte. The warm container fills your hands and you feel yourself relax at the fahrenheit. It's been such a cold winter here in Chicago you almost skipped town to lay on the beaches in Florida or even out of the country.
Steve clears his throat and leans over the island counter, watching you through his lashes. His eyes travel from your eyes to your lips and you subconsciously part your lips. He looks down at the counter quickly, clearing his throat again.
"I was hoping you'd be home and want to hang out," Steve finally says, his fingers drawing invisible circles on the island. Your eyes watch his fingers twirl, twirl, twirl on the marble patterns and your heart begins to patter, patter, patter along with his movements.
"Oh," You squeak out, pulling the latte up to your lips and taking a sip of the hot liquid. Instantly, the warmth runs through your body and you feel even more relaxed. It was nearing the afternoon and you were shocked that this was the first hit of caffeine you had today.
Steve's lips part and his tongue swipes along his front teeth before he pulls himself up from the island and turns around, surveying the living room in front of him. You shuffle your feet until you're leaning against the island beside him. You take another sip of your latte and then push it towards Steve's arm, nudging him to drink some.
He turns his head, peering down at you before locking his eyes on the latte you're pushing towards him. He grabs the small cup, his massive hand enveloping the cup and your hand in the process. The heat of his palm scorches you and you look up, hitching your breath.
The pupils in Steve's eyes grow slowly as you lock eyes with him. There's a moment of brief silence as you both stare, your insides doing flips.
"My date bailed on me last night," Steve blurts out, your stomach twisting at his words.
"Oh, right, you had a date last night..." You muster out, your voice barely audible. You can feel the stagger of your heartbeat as your brain processes Steve's words. You completely forgot that your best friend had a date last night. It's not like he was reserved for you, but it still hurt.
He doesn't even know how you feel, dummy. These words circle your head as you bite your bottom lip in defeat and back away from Steve. Your feet take over and bring your body towards the living room, plopping your massive white cloud couch. The soft cushions suck your body in and you breathe out a heavy sigh.
Steve is in your peripheral as you look out the window again, the wind carrying snowflakes across the pane. You can see him lift his arm and his hand reach towards his chin, scratching his jaw.
You can't bear to look at him as you attempt to calm your ever-beating heart at his words. This was crazy, you had no right to be acting this way. It would be too obvious if you kept up this silent game. Steve would begin asking questions... questions that you didn't want to confess answers to.
"Come," You say quietly, patting the cushion next to you. You finally turn your gaze towards him and he brings a small smile to his lips. His hands reach behind him towards the abandoned latte cup on the island and picks it up.
Steve takes a sip as he makes his way towards your couch, taking his time to settle in next to you. He sighs, leaning back and raising his arm to drape it over the couch, right by your neck. You feel your body stiffen at this motion and you gulp.
"It's okay, I know she wasn't someone I really thought I could get along with," Steve speaks up, breaking your from your thoughts. You shake your head and lean back in the couch, letting your neck fall onto his arm.
You turn your head towards Steve and see his curious eyes look back at you. Brows furrowed, stammering heart in your chest, and you're suddenly unable to respond. You clear your throat and Steve just smiles again before shrugging his shoulders.
"These dates... or attempts to go on a date, are pointless. Really," Steve sighs and looks at you with a long stare. You're still quiet, unsure how to really process his words. You were never the one to care who Steve dated, but he's definitely talking about this because he has a reason to.
"What do you mean?" You muster out, your voice dry and raspy.
Steve's hand behind your head grabs your shoulder and begins moving in a caring motion. The beating of your heart skips and you feel like you're about to have a heart attack. You take a deep breath and try to focus on anything but Steve's eyes or lips. Your eyes settle on his jaw.
"I think I just started to realize that they weren't the kind of women I wanted to be with," Steve says finally after a long pause. He clears his throat and removes his hand from behind you and settles his hands on his lap, enclosing the latte cup. "How long have we been friends?"
His question catches you off guard, causing you to blink a few times before spitting out, "Since we were in seventh grade. You punched that kid who made fun of my pigtail braids."
You both laugh at that fond memory that began the ever growing friendship. Steve nods and pierces his lips in a tight line. "We know each other like the back of our hands. Why have you never said anything about anyone I chose to date? They were pretty shallow and never really fulfilled me in other areas of my life."
The other area in his life that he didn't mention was the obvious intimacy. One that you haven't had much of. But you knew Steve was an attractive man all through high school and college. He seemed to keep getting attractive the older he got, which brought on more female attention. I never cared since I really only saw him as a friend... until a few months ago.
"That's not really my area to judge," You confessed, biting your bottom lip and hoping this conversation doesn't turn south quick. You wanted to know how he felt, if he felt anything at all, about you. Not right now.
"Come on, you have to give me something. Make me feel better about the bail last night. I could've hung out with you, drinking your favorite wine and decorating the place." His hand gestures towards your apartment.
You did drink lots of wine and decorate the whole place last night. You invited Steve, but that's when you found out he had a date. This caused you to drink even more wine and fuck up the lights on the tree. There was one side that definitely lacked the red and white lights. Maybe that's why you completely forgot he had a date... you were too drunk to remember.
"Steve," You sigh, attempting to push yourself off the couch but Steve's hand grabs your wrist in a gentle fashion and you look at him. You settle back on the couch. His eyes are yearning, begging even, to know your opinion. Here's your chance. Do it!
"Steve," You repeat and he sits taller on the couch his hand never moving from your wrist. It burned hot from the heat of his skin. "A lot of the times people only see you for your looks and forget how amazing you are as a person. It's been like this all the years I've known you. Remember Sharon?"
The memory of his long-term girlfriend from college brings a scowl on Steve's face and he shakes his head. "She was something else," He agrees.
"She never really liked me. Thought I was getting in the way of your relationship." You confessed, remembering the night Sharon cornered you at a college party swearing if you continued to be close to Steve she would make sure you regretted it. Of course, you knew Steve would never allow that. You were just a friend after all and once you told him the threat she made, he cut her off.
"Honesty is a big thing for me. And loyalty. You've been the only one that has given me that, honeybee." The nickname rolls off his tongue like, well honey, and your insides melt.
"Steve Rogers, where on Earth are you going with this conversation?"
His blue eyes look down at you cautiously before he leans over, draping his elbows on his knees. The close proximity allows you to smell the shampoo scent on his hair and aftershave.
"I think I've been going at it all wrong and have been ignoring the one place I should have looked."
His words are slow and steady like he is treading water and afraid to fall and drown. The beat of your heart continues to pulse erratically.
"Steve—" You begin, but he cuts you off.
"I just didn't know and didn't allow myself to see or think about it. But it makes perfect sense." He says, his last words a statement and not a question. He is sure of what he's saying. Which is scaring you.
"There have been feelings that I haven't really felt in a while... with you."
Your body stiffens. Your heart skips a beat and your breath hitches. What?
"What?" Is all you can whisper. His knees begin to shake up and down in nervousness and you can't believe you're witnessing this.
The ever so confident Steve Rogers is nervous and it's because of you.
"I think you know what I'm talking about. There's something happening between us and we can feel it. I know I am. Are you?"
You gulp, unsure how to process this. You slowly warmed yourself up to the idea of maybe mentioning this slight crush to Steve months in the future... not now. Not when he's here in your apartment. Not while you're in his massive shirt that covers your thighs, and fuzzy socks.
The words are at the tip of your tongue. But you can't. Say. It.
Steve finally leans to his side so he can see you better from his side. He waits a few seconds, his eyes bearing into your soul and waiting for an answer. An answer you're too scared to give.
"I-I don't know," you finally say with a croak in your voice. Steve's eyes turn from bright to dull. Like you went inside his soul, turned the lights off and left.
"Oh," Steve whispers, his lips parting and his brows furrowing. His hands clasp the cup in his hands even harder and you flinch, ready for it to explode.
But instead, Steve gets up from the couch in a quick motion causing the cushions to shift around you and you have to grab onto them to steady yourself.
"Steve?"
He shakes his head and walks to your window, looking out at the people walking about to their brunch meet ups and shopping excursions. A mix of tourists and locals.
He sighs and then turns back at you, his shoulders moving in up and down motions as he continues to breath harshly. "Life is too short to wait on things that feel like they belong. I know what that is and I hope I'm not reading anything wrong. There's something you're not telling me, honeybee."
You bite your lip and watch him from your seat. He looks rather exhausted, like he had a couple pounds lifted from his shoulders. He's right and can always tell when you have a secret or keeping something hidden in the deep files of your brain.
Your quiet stature lets Steve know that you have something to say, but not the voice. Which at times made him really care for you and admire that you had so many thoughts in your head... But right now, he needed you to verbalize these thoughts and help him know if he wasn't crazy to feel what he was for his best friend.
It's a crazy notion falling in love with a friend you've known for more than half your life. It's almost selfish. Wanting to keep the one person you've known for years all to yourself and then continue to in a romantic way. Not giving them the possibility to fall in love with someone else and branch out from the tight bubble the friendship manifested.
"Life's too short," He mutters out in a quick breath before turning on his heels and walking toward the foyer of your place. You can hear the hustle of his putting on his shoes and opening the door, closing hit with a small click.
You blink once. Twice. And then a third time before you lean back in your couch and just repeat the words fuck over and over again. This wasn't how you thought your day was going to go. Steve never left in such a hurry like he did right now and that made you worried.
He just didn't understand that you didn't want to ruin anything. Why ruin a friendship just to try out a romantic relationship? You've read the books and even wrote the books that always left best friends finding other lovers. Friends to lovers was never a trope you could get behind and never assumed would be possible for your real life.
Being a hopeless romantic and a writer took its toll on your personal life and you didn't know what to do. Steve said something you never thought he'd say and you fucked. It. Up.
****
A couple hours later the sun has gone down and you've eaten all the tacos you ordered that evening. The candles were lit around your place and you showered and changed into Christmas pajamas.
The tv screen in the living room near the floor to ceiling windows displayed Netflix, ready to play your favorite Christmas themed movie Home Alone. Although the elements of the movie were rather comedic, you still liked how there was some Christmas cheer in it. You didn't have the guts to watch a romantic Christmas movie after this morning.
As you settled in the couch and clicked the play button on your remote, there was a knock on your door. You look at the dark hallway where your door is and furrow your brows, unsure who it could be. You didn't order anymore food and your few friends in the city were away for the weekend.
You pause the movie and sigh, getting up from the couch and padding your way to the door. It felt like de ja vu. Walking towards the door and looking through the peephole to see your best friend there, again.
You open the door harshly, taking in Steve. Again. His rosy cheeks from the blizzard that was beginning to form tonight made your insides warm. God damn it.
"Steve?" You muster out, unsure if you should let him in after this morning's conversation. He left rather harshly and didn't text you all day even after you left a message hoping he was okay in this weather.
His black, puffy winter coat made his frame even bigger than it was and he wore the same clothes he did this morning. He was carrying a duffle bag and your brows furrowed even more.
"Honeybee, we need to talk. I'm not leaving until we do." His words are frantic and he breathes heavily, as if he just climbed all the stairs in this building to get to your door.
You step aside and let him in, watching him the same way you did this morning taking off his shoes and then shimmying out of his jacket and hanging it not the hook on the wall.
"Why do you have a bag? Is everything okay? Is your place okay?" Your questions begin to waterfall out of your mouth and Steve finally turns towards you.
He steps closer, causing your body to shudder at the way his height makes you strain your neck to look at his face. His hands reach up, grabbing the sides of your face holding you in place. His hands are freezing, but you don't move. You feel the hammering of your heart take over the sounds in your ear and that's all you can hear as...
Steve leans in, his hands shaking ever so slightly as they hold your face. His pink, plump lips brush over yours slowly and then with gentle force. You hold your breath, closing your eyes as you take in this moment.
He pulls back his lips, but then smashes his lips against yours with even more intensity. This causes you to open your eyes in shock, your body melting right there in your foyer.
Steve finally separates from your lips, his hands falling to your shoulders and then to your arms. You breathe deeply, your lips feeling plump at the kisses.
"I just needed to finally do that," He breathes out, his eyes searching yours. All you can do is nod, not wanting to ruin the moment with any of your words. Because even though your mind is full of words to articulate this moment right now, you couldn't Steven Rogers has left you speechless.
You clear your throat, and then breathe out a sigh of relief and then he gives you a small smile. The one you've come to love. The small smile that he reserves for only his best friend. For you.
He finally turns towards your apartment and walks in. You follow along like a puppy and see as he plops his duffel bag on one end of the couch and his unzips it slightly, pulling out fabric. He turns around and you bark out a laugh.
"Looks like we're going to be twins tonight," He chuckles as he holds up the same Christmas pajamas you have on your body. The ones you both got last Christmas from his parents.
"I started Home Alone, if you'd like to join," You say finally, unsure how you got your voice after that kiss. Steve just smiles and then nods, making his way through your penthouse like he lives there. You hear the door to your bedroom close and you finally let yourself feel.
You jump in place and squeal, letting your dark waves fall over your face and you can't help but giggle. Something about that kiss, like it was finally meant to happen.
After you compose yourself, you make your way to the kitchen and pull out your favorite wine and two wine glasses before returning to the living room. You place the glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch and begin to fill both with wine.
You hear heavy footsteps and pause mid-pour and look up, seeing Steve walk in with the same pajamas but they're much more better looking on him. The long sleeve plaid top fits well against the muscles you always forget he had. The bottoms were loose, but not enough. You could see the outline of his crotch area and that brought instant heat to your core.
You pierce your lips and reach blindly for the glass on the table, bringing it to your lips and drinking it. All of it. Steve studies you as you watch him and then lets out a chuckle before joining you on the couch. He leans over, his hand brushing your thigh while the other reaches for his glass of wine.
"Mm, riesling. You're favorite, which will always be my favorite." He says, taking a sip and letting the wine taste fill his mouth. Sweet, but dry enough to taste like wine instead of juice.
"What made you come back?"
He stops mid-sip, the glass rim hanging on his soft lips as his blue eyes look at you. He pulls the glass down, resting the base on his knee.
"I couldn't think straight. I went to see Bucky and talked to him."
"And?" You wondered what his college best friend could've said to him. You didn't really know Bucky, but Steve always had good things to say to him. You always thought Bucky would disapprove of your friendship turning to romantic with Steve if it ever got that far. Your ears perk up, waiting for his response.
"He told me to stop waiting and to just kiss you already." His eyes catch yours as you bring the wine glass to your lips and take another sip, finishing it. So your worries about Bucky were wrong.
"He really said that? Bucky Barnes?" You ask incredulously. Steve nods and then brushes the hand that's still fastened on your thigh in slow motions.
"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, but I just had to finally kiss you. I know you see me as a friend, but it's been weird lately and I thought maybe you started to see me as more." His cheeks grow crimson at this confession and your heart stammers again.
"I did. I do, Steve. I never thought you'd see me that way, to be honest." You confess and his brows furrow. You take a deep breath and finally let the truth come out. "I always thought you'd see me as the sidekick and the friend that would be by your side no matter what. I never thought you'd fit me in your life in this kind of way. Romantically."
"I didn't think so either," He confesses and then lets a small smile take over his lips. The small smile he always reserved for you. "It kind of just came rushing. Remember how a month ago you got sick with the flu and couldn't work or do anything?"
You nod at the horrible memory, being stuck in bed all week and barely having the strength to go to the bathroom or even shower. But Steve came over and stayed the whole week.
"It kind of dawned on me while I was taking care of you that I really liked you. And not in the friend way." He clears his throat. "Just being able to care for you, be that person who helped you in that time of need. It gave me purpose and it also made me see you in a different way. The way your eyes would light up every morning as I brought you breakfast. I could look at your eyes all my life."
His words catch you off guard and you bring your gaze to him. His eyes twinkle and you can't help the swarm of butterflies in your stomach. His hand continues to rub on your thigh and his thumb begins to create comforting circles.
"Halloween," You blurt out and he pierces his lips in confusion. You take a deep breath and lean in, your face inches away from his. His eyes move from yours to your lips and he breathes out heavily.
"We were dressed up as a bee and beekeeper." You recall the memory like it was yesterday. "We were at Bucky's party and some guy groped my ass when I was on my way to the bathroom. He cornered me and tried to take me to Bucky's room..." You gulp, eyes beginning to fill with tears. You never really thought that kind of thing would happen to you, but it didn't because of Steve.
He watches intently as you finish. "You just happened to be walking to the bathroom as well, not even knowing I went down the hallway as well. You saw him groping me and forcing me further down the hall. You rushed down the hall and pushed him off me, pinning him down on the ground and beating him to a pulp."
His hand on my thigh tightens as he remembers the night all too well. "He deserved every broken tooth and bloody nose." You nod and then place your hand over his fist.
"That's when I realized that you were the kind of man I really wanted in that way. I knew you'd always defend me as a friend, but that night something shifted in me. I saw you differently, Steve."
He gulps and searches your eyes, his fist loosening and then going flat on your thigh again. His other hand lays the empty wine glass on the other side of the couch before placing his fingers gently on your side. Your breath hitches as he closes the distance and kisses you again, his lips soft and safe.
You move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and he lets out a moan. This causes your body to go feral and the coil in you tighten, making you kiss him harshly and parting his lips. Your tongue enters his mouth hungrily and he opens his mouth wider.
"Steve-" You whine, but before you can say anything else he wraps his other hand on your waist on pulls you up until your straddling his waist on the couch. Both of your cores are flush with each other and you can feel the length of his crotch as you begin to grind your hips.
"Fuck," Steve moans out as he separates your lips and then pulls you closer, enclosing his lips on your neck. You let him lather you in kisses as you continue to grind your hips, looking for a release to this feeling in your core.
His hands move up and down on your waist until his fingers separate the fabric of your top and bottoms. His fingers find your skin, causing the length in his pants to grow even more from the touch.
You close your eyes as you feel his fingers follow the curve of your waist, finally settling right under the wire of your lace bra. You shudder, unsure if he's sure about this. He feels your sudden shift and halts his hands and leans back to look at you. His blue eyes hold a safety within them and you breathe out a heavy breath and nod, letting him continue.
It hasn't been a while since you've done this, but you know that Steve is definitely the more experienced one out of you two. His hands know exactly where to go as they move up your ribcage and nestle your lace-covered breasts in his hands.
"God, you're like a goddess before my eyes." His words are new to you and you realize that you've never seen this side of him before. But you've definitely fantasized about it recently.
His hands squeeze your breasts and find their way under the lace bra, his fingers brushing against your hardened nipples. This causes you to let out a moan again and you resume to grind your hips on his core.
"Honeybee, if you keep that pace up I'm not going to last long." Just these words cause you to moan again and a swarm of heat pulls at your core. Your body begins to feel hotter suddenly, and you need your clothes off now.
"Steve, take off my top," You muster out in shallow breaths as you continue to grind on him. He doesn't hesitate as his hands move from under your bra and find the buttons on your pajamas, unclasping each one with speed and then pulling the sleeves over your shoulders. The fabric falls to the ground and you see his eyes drink you up, traveling from your neck to your chest.
"Now your turn," He teases and you nod, your shaking fingers pulling at the buttons on his top. With each button unclasped, his defined chest and abs begin to show and you gasp. He was always built, but being this close and intimate with Steve was different.
Your fingers finish unclasping the buttons, pulling the fabric off his huge shoulders and then throwing the fabric on the ground alongside yours. You wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, his hands doing the same to your waist.
You both sit there, taking in this moment and studying one another's bodies. Although there were many times where you've seen Steve shirtless or in boxers, you were still shy being this close to him in this way.
"You're beautiful, honeybee. I always thought you were," Steve speaks up, pulls you closer to him causing your chest to touch his. You look up at him through your lashes and you bite your lip.
"Should w-we continue this in the bedroom?" You stutter out, unsure if he preferred different. But he nods and then stands up from the couch with ease, not even showing discomfort from your weight as he carries you both throughout your place until he's in your bedroom.
You let out a shriek as he lays you on the bed, causing your body to bounce on the soft mattress. You lean up, holding your body by your elbows and watch Steve as he closes the door and stalking back towards the edge of the bed.
He hovers in between your legs and then leans over the bed, his arms resting along your ears and you hitch your breath.
"Are you sure about this?" He asks, his eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt or regret.
You shake your head and give him a smile. "I've never been more sure, Rogers."
And like that, your words were all he needed to continue. You've heard stories from college friends who hooked up with Steve that swore he was the best they've ever had but you couldn't imagine that.
But now, you're watching as Steve places his hands on the waistband of your pajama bottoms and pulling slowly down your legs. His eyes follow his hands and rest at your core, staring at the pretty black lace thong you have on.
"Jesus, fuck." He mutters out, more to himself. Your hands grasp the sheets of the mattress as he continues to take off your bottoms and then run his massive hands along your thighs until they rest on the waistband of your thong.
"Mmm," You let out a moan and close your eyes, letting your head fall back on the mattress and fully submitting to his touch.
His fingers slowly pull down your thong until its past your ankles and off your body. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, keeping your legs wide open for him to see. You lift your head and see his eyes ravishing you and your core.
"Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me," He commands and your core becomes slick at his praise and demanding tone. You always knew he had an authoritative voice, but you didn't think it'd be this hot directed at you. You were at the hands of his mercy and you were about to open the flood gates if he continued.
You whimper softly as you feel his hands caress your inner thighs and feel his hot breath over your skin, getting closer to your sex. Suddenly, your hands are gripping the sheets as you feel a wet stripe run along your lips and bud.
"Steve," You moan out, unable to think as his tongue slides up and down, taking in your taste and creating circles around your bud. You could feel the coil in your tighten even more and you were sure you'd snap any second.
"Even tastier than I thought, bee," Steve says before diving in again and your head flipping hard on the mattress as you take in his tongue. There's a few seconds as he speeds up his licking until you feel a sudden touch at your entrance and know it's his thick finger attempting to go in.
You breathe even harder as you attempt to relax for him and he continues to lather up your juices and works his tongue on your bud until he can fit a finger in you.
"You're so tight for me, bee," Steve moans as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of you, causing you to open up wider for him and your coil about to burst.
"Steve, I'm about to c-" But you can't finish your sentence. His other hand moves to your ribcage until it gropes your breast underneath the lace bra and you hitch your breath.
The sensation of his finger thrusting in and out of you, curling at the perfect angle and hitting that spongy spot. The feeling of his tongue taking you whole. It was all too much and your fingers gripped the sheets so hard you thought they'd break.
"Steve!" You scream out, the coil finally snapping and your orgasm taking over. You could feel the rush of it and his mouth sucking it all up. The sounds of him drinking you up and your moaning makes it all so surreal.
"You did so great," Steve finally says as he comes up. You breathe heavily, your forehead wet with sweat and your core drenched. You lift your head, looking at Steve as he pulls his hands from your body and grabs the waistband of his own bottoms.
He looks at you and waits for you to stop him but you take in the sight as he pulls the bottoms down past his ankles. His length is bigger than you expected and the girth was wider than you think you can handle. Your coil begins to tighten again at the sight and you lick your lips.
"Like what you see, honeybee?" Steve smirks and you nod, drinking in his sight. His body is perfect as if he was sculpted by gods. You wanted to feel every part of him.
"I need you," You whine, needing him to close the distance. He doesn't hesitate one bit as he crawls on the bed until he hovers over you just enough to not crush you.
His length probes at your entrance and you take a deep breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. His blue eyes catch your gaze and he leans in giving you a soft kiss. His hands left you softly as he unsnaps the back of your bra and throws it on the ground.
Steve lets out a breath as he takes your naked body in and then his mouth leans in and takes in one breast at a time, licking and teasing your nipples until they're hard and you're moaning again.
"I love hearing you moan and beg for me."
"Please," You muster out, and you can feel his cock begin to move up and down your entrance, teasing you into sweet oblivion.
"I'll be slow, I promise," Steve whispers as he moves his mouth away from your breast and onto your lips. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, but you feel his hand move in between your cores as he positions his cock at your entrance.
You begin to feel the stretch as he pushes his tip in, causing you to squint at the pressure. Steve kisses you harder, eating up your moans and whimpers as he pushes his cock further into you.
"You're so tight," He moans into your mouth as he takes his time filling you up. Your mind is so focused on the pleasure and pain of the stretch and fill, you can only moan and nod your head.
Steve finally thrusts into you, bottoming out and causing you to let out a whimper. He kisses you passionately as you take in his size. His hips move slowly, his cock moving out and then back in you.
"I can't-" Steve begins, panting. He removes his lips from yours and places his head in between the crook of your neck, grasping the sheets around your head as he focuses on the deep thrusts.
"Steve, I'm going to come again," You whimper loudly as he quickens his pace, making your coil tighten more and you clench around his cock. His moans sound like heaven and your mind feels trapped in ecstasy and you can't even think straight.
Your bodies mold into one as you both continue to grind your hips in sync. There is no better feeling as his cock thrusts in and out of you, filling you up whole. It's like your bodies were meant for another. Both of your moans fill up the room as the bed shakes from the movements and Steve finally lifts his head, catching your gaze as you both reach your limit.
"I'm going to come, where do you want me?" He asks, searching your eyes.
"I want you to come in me," You breathe out, hoping he can get the hint that you're protected and safe. He nods his head and then continues the dance of his hips as he thrusts even faster.
You moan louder as his cock finds your spongy spot with every thrust and your fingers grasp his shoulders, creating crescent shapes from the pressure of your nails.
"Fuck-" Steve moans as he thrusts one more time and you scream in pleasure as you come, clenching his cock and coating him in your slick. He shudders as he fills you up, the warmth filling you.
You both lay there, panting and gathering your breath. Your hands massage Steve's shoulders and he leans close, brushing his lips over yours.
He winces as he pulls out of you and you whimper at the sudden emptiness in your core. His mouth pulls into a smile and his eyes crinkle with pleasure as he lays next to you on the bed.
"I should've kissed you weeks ago," Steve says and you bark out a laugh as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.
"You know, I never thought of myself liking those praises you did but I enjoyed them a lot."
Steve kisses your cheek and then hums in approval. "I kinda gathered that you were the type that loved those praises and commands. You may be a good girl, but I know how to make you scream."
Your cheeks fill with heat at his words and you turn your head, resting your forehead against his.
"A good girl, huh?" You whisper and he nods.
"You've always been a good girl, but now you're definitely on the naughty list, honeybee."
