SOUND OF LOVE ‧₊˚ੈ steve rogers x fem!reader. smut / steve’s a little freaky / fresh out of ice cap / glazed donut ahh / maria hill mention / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread
there were many things you could be and most definitely should be doing right now, like completing those progress reports fury asked for last week, or doing a background check on tony's new intern that he wanted done two days ago, or maybe just returning your mom's call she's been so desperately wanting since you moved to manhattan a couple of weeks ago.
you could be doing all those things right now instead of sitting here, with steve, naming songs, movies and events he should catch up on if he wanted to fit in smoothly. you don't know why you found yourself here. you could've went home a long time ago, yet your feet had a mind of their own when they led you to the couch beside him two hours ago.
almost seven months ago, nick fury had been kind enough to drop another important task on you. mentor captain rogers. it was heavy at first, teaching a war veteran who was actually the same age as you all about the world and it's drastic changes since the 1940s. but as you got to know him and work with him and eat with him and see movies with him and go shopping with him, it got a whole bunch easier. yet not with your friends barking down your ear how handsome he was.
and it took every fibre in your being not to act upon that fact. because he was just handsome. he was sweet, and kind, and caring, and charming and all the right things, but you couldn't. your boss depended on you to take this seriously, and it would be unprofessional to do otherwise.
so about once every week, you do a run-down of all the new topics and learned and all the new topics he could learn, like right now.
"uhh... michael jackson! you should definitely know him, he's like one of the greats."
laying sprawled out on the couch of the S.H.I.E.L.D compound with your legs thrown over steve's lap was a lot more comfortable than you thought it would be. "I've heard of him, don't know much of his work though." steve responded, scribbling down the musicians name in his small notepad.
he sat at the bottom end of the sofa, rubbing an absentminded hand over your calf, waiting for you to name another as you held your phone over your face, searching through your playlists like a files room.
"do you know fleetwood mac? stevie nicks and all them?" you moved your phone slightly, peering at him as he shook his head, jotting down the band again. "god that's so upsetting." you muttered lightly, continuing scrolling through the lists of songs. he scoffed quietly, tipping the top of the screen down so you could see his face that was etched in confusion. "how so?"
you smirked at him, lifting your body up to lean against the couches armrest. "well it's just kinda sad how you've never heard such great music before, i mean... silver springs, the chain and dream are all fantastic songs that you have never even heard of, let alone listened to, so it's pretty clear you haven't found good music yet." he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in disbelief, laughing as he did so.
"i've been here eight months with sam constantly giving me new sources of media to consume. trust me, I've found good music."
his confident expression almost made your knees weak, lucky you were sat across the sofa. "really? like what?" you challenged him, tilting your head to tease him, edging him on to take your bait. "nirvana, acdc, queen, the eagles, kate bush." he listed them off with ease, smiling at you while doing so. "any more?"
he pursed his lips, before nodding his head and continuing. "david bowie, radiohead, oasis, blur, the beatles, lauryn hill, metallica." your brows raised, and a surprised gaze played across your face. metallica. huh. you wouldn't have pictured him to like them. "what was that last one?" he smiled slyly at you, his fingers now following a steady flow of drawing spirals on your leg. "metallica?"
you nodded, folding your arms across your chest and gesturing to further explain. "yeah i like them, and i think they're music is a very different to what i know, i guess that's why i took an interest in them." you laughed at him slowly, a small chuckle escaping your lips.
"i like em too, what's your favourite song? mine would probably be enter sandman." steve hummed in agreement, stroking his chin in a train of thought. "master of puppets. i even learned it on guitar." his words made you scoff and your sure he gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head to look at you. "now what?"
you shook your head, grinning at him. "nothing! i just - didn't expect you to play the guitar is all. didn't know you had it in you." steve smiled at you, unaware of the heat pooling in your chest and in your stomach. dirty thoughts swirling in your mind, picturing his fingers playing with the strings of a guitar, then playing with your pussy like a fucking toy, having you however he wanted. it was disgusting, and the image of his hands drawing patterns into the fabric of your jeans right infront of you drove you insane.
it was vile. it was gruelling. it was sickening. it was - "well after i came out of the ice i had a lot of time to myself, y'know, recovering and stuff. so i taught myself how to play one of the best songs in the world." steve pulled you from your mind and you caught his eye, awaiting an answer. you stood abruptly, hoping to clear your mind in a new atmosphere. "come on." you spoke smoothly, walking past his body on the couch.
he followed soon after, catching up quickly. "where are we going?" the blonde asked, casting you a questioning look. you exhaled heavily, leading him farther away from the living area. "my office. you're in dire need of finding a better song to call 'best in the world.'" he snickered at you, figuring out the path to your office. "and you have music in there?"
"of course i do. cds upon cds upon cds of beautiful songs."
the office was cold, with metal filing cabinets against the walls and a large desk in the middle covered in stacks of papers and folders. dim light casted through windows from behind the table, so you moved to turn on the small desk lamp. "cozy" steve mumbled.
two large shelves on the wall held a large sum of cds and cassettes, all organised into alphabetical order. as you beelined for that, the large man found his way around your desk, picking through bundles of sheets and examining reports. you flicked through the abcs and found your way to the middle, finding your disc of choice.
'the only exception' - paramore.
"found it!" you spoke, voice echoing down the empty hallways of the building. you pull the cd to your chest while facing steve. he smiles fondly at you, leaning against the desk as you giggle to yourself. "paramore. one of the best bands to come out within the last few years." you hand him the cd case and let him examine it, reading the song names from the album typed on the back of the plastic. he dips his head in approval, flipping it back around to look at the cover.
you bite your lip in anticipation, hoping for him to be interested in it. "looks good. any songs in your favour that you want me to like?" he responds in a sincere tone. you nod, taking a step closer to him and turning the cd over one last time, pointing to the song. "the only exception. it reminds me of you for some reason."
"really?" he asks, glancing down at you with an expression you just can't make out. "hmm." you murmur quietly, before continuing. "i guess it's because you're one of the few people from work i like, and i mean actually like because i don't make friends with anybody here." you look up at him, and he'a still staring down at you with his strong blue eyes with a smirk playing across his mouth.
you both pause, standing in silence as his hand wraps around yours that previously gestured to the disc. your breath goes shallow as he stares, like he's debating something he shouldn't do. he opens his mouth to speak slowly, as it it's paining him to do so. "and that's it?" you nod carefully, keeping your mouth shut. "no other reason?" he swallows when you shake your head, his adams apple bobbing slightly and you try to ignore the dampness building in your core and his husk voice.
"well, there - there might be one other reason." you whisper, breaking eye contact and instead gazing out the window to avoid awkwardness. his brows furrow but his eyes don't leave your face for a second, and he prays you keep going. "go on."
his voice is needy, yet you don't want to admit it. not when this could ruin the sacred job fury gave you and absolutely tarnish all respect people have for you. but you can't. you cant go on for any longer without him. you want him so bad, and right now its clear steve wants you too. "what is it? please just tell me." his voice breaks and it comes out a little whimpered, and all you want to do right now is sit on his face until the only thing you hear are those sounds from underneath you.
jesus christ.
your hands find the collar of his shirt and you pull him down like a fucking starved woman. your lips meet in a clash of tongue and teeth, but it doesn't matter. there's a chance you won't ever have this again, so you're making it matter. your on your toes, his neck his craned to hard it looks painful, but he doesn't care. not when he's getting what he wanted since that first meeting.
his hands are splayed across the surface of your back, pushing you against his body like he'll never feel you again. your tongue slides across his lips, and he forces his mouth into yours - something you hadn't expected from captain fucking america.
those long, rough, calloused fingertips graze the fat of your ass, yet pull back quickly like he's dancing on the edge of impurity. you moan unintentionally into his mouth, making his hands grip your hips tightly and a pained "fuck." is muttered quietly. But you still hear it. steve grasps the nape of your neck, holding you against him like he needs it.
the sound of breathy exhales and deep groans echo down the hall, and you only hope no one came in to get last minute paperwork. you try to hear it, his laboured breathing and whimpered whines, you try to feel it, scraping your nails down his chest through his button up and grip his biceps harshly, yet nothing beats the taste of it. his sweet mouth working against yours, like he's savouring it, and you are too.
his knee presses between your legs, and you nearly cry out at the feeling of his muscled thigh. "please." you don't know what your begging for, but you need it now. you rock against his leg, pleasing the ache in your core. a hand makes it's way to the bulge in his jeans -
its fucking huge.
his body stutters with yours as you palm him slowly, and a soft groan bounces of the walls. "god - sweetheart, y-you're so good." his words go straight to your head and you almost feel dizzy, riding his thigh harder like a rabbit. he lifts your body up with ease, hands placed tightly on your waist as he places you on the desk.
theres a pause in the air as you both catch your breath, a piece of saliva connecting you two as you were before. his leg is still between your heat and your hand is still rubbing him slowly, like two teenagers fucking for the first time. his chest is rising and falling rapidly while you lean against it, and your eye catches the weekly mission report you're supposed to send fury tomorrow. "this is bad, this is so so bad." you glance at his concerned face, his head already thinking the same as you. "fury would kill us if he finds out." you whisper, head dipping lowly like a sad dog.
you're both still, yet the feeling of need still lingers in the air. "do we stop..? the farther we go the more likely he'll know and i -" his breath falters and bucks up into your hand as you press harder onto him. "shit. I don't want to stop." he says quietly, gazing into your eyes with such desperation you think you might cry.
you shake your head aggressively and your hands close around the back of his neck. "neither do i."
your lips trailed down his neck, sucking, biting and kissing all you can get your mouth on as his hands hold your thighs and he grinds against your hand. you exhale shakily when your other hands moves down to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing more and more skin for you to get your hands on. when you get the last button, the shirt is gone immediately, thrown behind him somewhere as you bring both your hands to his chest and claw down it.
steve sighs in discontent when he loses the friction, but he grows more satisfied once your fingers find the hem of your top and pull it over your head, revealing your chest that's only covered in a bra. his tongue makes its way to your chest, licking and suckling all down your breasts.
you feel his growing tent and its urge for release, your hands just barely unclips his belt and he's already humping your hand, begging for your touch. he whimpers into your chest needily, practically having dry sex with your hand, you couldn't care less though, his mouth his hot and wet and it makes your cunt fucking drip.
his hips grinding against your hand speed up, yet you don't notice with the sounds of his moans ringing in your ears. "fuck, keep going, so beautiful sweetheart, you're so good, god."
both your jeans are still on, and he's blabbering over your tits, and it's so fucking hot. his work on your chest freezes and he lets out a guttural groan as his hips continue fucking into your hand while he comes, a large damp area spreading over his bulge. "shit." steve rogers, captain america, just came in his pants. and it was the most lewd, hot and sexiest thing you've ever seen.
you both catch your breath again, and your replaying that moment in your head over and over again to remember it well, because you will most definitely be thinking of it every time your hands are buried in your panties while you're a moaning mess.
steve swallows watching your face with slight embarrassment in his eyes. "i'm sorry, it's just uh.. it's been a while." he says slowly, a small awkward smile playing across his face. you giggle, rubbing soothing circle into his shoulder. "don't be sorry, that was so fucking hot."
a loud door bangs closed at the end of the hallway, startling you and steve. the following footsteps makes his head shoot up and look at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "quick!" you utter quietly, jumping off the desk and pulling your shirt on over you head and fixing you hair.
steve takes longer, fumbling with the many buttons of his shirt and you know he won't look ready quick enough so you usher him behind the door, hoping whoever it is won't peer in as you sit at your table, pretending to be working.
the footsteps pause right at your door, knocking twice before opening it, and hiding steve from your view. you glance up, holding a pen over a page in a fake act, smiling at the person across from you. "maria! what are you doing here so late?" you question the woman, eyes following the sheets of paper in her hand. "hey, could ask you the same question." she says skeptically, looking at you with a funny look. "just dropping in some forms fury wants everyone to fill in, nothing special."
you nod along as she hands you the form, turning around swiftly and walking back out the door. "i'll see you tomorrow then, you too steve!"
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