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DIVINE PASSION / STEVE ROGERS X READER ONESHOT (SMUT)
Words: 904
Summary: reader & Steve & a little romantic smut
A/N: @thepaperpanda this one has been written for your writing challenge. A reminder - I had lavender color 😊
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What do you think about exhibition kink ? And who do you think would have it, Buck or Steve?
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Pairing: Personal trainer/beefy Steve x reader
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, Steve is 6'4, praise kink, exhibition kink, degradation kink
A/N: As always do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my works.
Co-owner of the infamous gym, the Brooklyn 107th and part-time boxer Steve has a huge exhibitionism kink.
A few weeks ago, he had the windows of his gym covered with a transparent plastic film that allows for his customers to work out without being seen by people on the street.
At least that's what he told everyone.
Really it's because he loves to fuck you in front of the ceiling to floor glass windows during your personal sessions.
He adored your body the second you stepped into his gym, asking if he could help you get in shape. He never offered personal training sessions until you.
And you were the only one who received his very special attention.
Your training sessions started off tame but the more he touched you, the more he craved you.
Soon your one-on-one sessions began to happen later and later because he wanted to spend time alone with you.
You made him nearly feral every time you worked out together. He couldn't stop thinking about all the filthy things he wanted to do to you.
The first time you softly grunted, the sound nearly sent him over the edge. He spent the entire hour hiding how hard he was.
Steve waited until you were in the parking lot before locking the doors, barely able to control himself before he reached the showers. His hand wrapped around his aching cock as he thought about how soft you felt as he helped you squat.
At night he dreamed about those sexy little grunts you made when you boxed or lifted weights, only in his mind you were making them because of him.
Steve tried to maintain his professionalism until one day he was in the middle of stretching your legs and he saw the wet spot forming on the crotch of your leggings.
His heart raced at the thought of you being as affected as he was.
You couldn't even feel embarrassed because he stared at it, at you with such lust you almost came right there on the yoga mat.
His eyes drifted up to your face and he bit his bottom lip as he gazed at you. Then his lips curled into a wide smirk. "Y'know I really should stretch all of you sweetheart."
Your hands slip, the pristine glass smudged by your sweat.
“God, please Steve, fuck fuck fuck fuck, I can’t.” The glass fogs up from your harsh, frantic pants, the condensation growing with each sob ripped from your throat. “Pleaseplease Steve.”
Steve growls in your ear, the feral sound making you whimper in response, another please falling from your lip.
“You can take it, you’re okay, take it, sweetheart.” Steve grits his teeth, his damp blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He’s never been in such a tight wet pussy, you have to take it because he can’t get enough of you.
You lean forward, pushing your forearms flat on the window, and pull yourself up on your tiptoes. No, you can’t, you can’t take anymore. It’s too good and fuuuck you can’t, you just need-Taking in a deep breath, you cry out in relief when your swollen cunt slides to the tip of his throbbing cock.
Your head lolls back and your pussy clenches down when you see his dark blue eyes glaring at you. Oh please, Steve. You thought you couldn’t get any wetter until you had 6’4 of pure tatted muscles behind you, his deep voice ringing in your ear “you better not run again sweetheart, take this cock like a big girl before I fuck you stupid.“
His wrapped hands grab your waist, his scarred, calloused fingertips dig into the soft dips of your hips, and he drops you back on his cock.
Pleasure bursts through your body so hard and fast, your legs collapse, your hands sliding down the window as you keen. Steve laughs when you wail his name, the thin high cries with each thrust making his cock even harder. One large, thick arm wraps around your waist and he pushes your body into the glass.
Steve’s hip snaps into yours over and over, the salacious sound echoing through the nearly empty gym. He slams his hand on the glass and grabs your chin with the other. Your dazed eyes rake over the busy street. The thin pane of glass is the only thing separating your naked body from the lunchtime rush of people outside.
“Look at them,” he pants in your ear, “wonder if they know what a cockdrunk little slut you are for me. My sweet little slut, so fucking good for me. “
Steve knows you love it when he talks to you like this, making you take every thick inch and praising you for doing so good. Your greedy pussy clamping down on him tighter and tighter with each filthy praise.
He slides his fingers down to your clit and rubs your aching bundle of nerves so softly, a sharp contrast to the way he’s pounding into your cunt.
“Want me to open one of the windows and let them see how good you are, taking my cock like the good fucking girl you are. You want that, sweetheart?”
You feel his deep laughter on your skin when you moan in response, too far gone to form coherent words. You’ll let him fuck you in the middle of the ring before his next match if he keeps doing that. More broken pleases, for him to stop, go deeper, just please Steve. Fuck you, don’t know what you want, only that it’s too much and you want more.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s how you take my cock, so fucking proud of you sweetheart, now let’s-“ Steve places his hand on your back and forces you into an arch and he hits a patch just inside your pussy and you see stars.
The windows rattle when you slap your hands on them, you don’t notice the people turning their heads in your direction, too overwhelmed by the sweltering heat blazing through your belly, the knot fraying and unraveling as you sob.
His name a chant on your tongue as you come hard, so hard it nearly hurts.
“Good girl,” he praises, groaning when your walls flutter around him. “That’s my girl.”
You slump against the cool glass as Steve continues to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours two, three more times before warmth coats your spasming walls. He kisses along the back of your neck, murmuring more praises as he pulls your trembling body from the window.
“Good warm-up sweetheart.” He nips your shoulder, his hands sliding around your belly. “Now it’s time for your cardio.”
༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.
♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | 23.9K + 7.1K in blurbs
𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!
For blurbs and the alternative dark version since this story is completed: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — ˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍
˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (3/3)
(1/3)
(2/3)*
(3/3)*
Alternative DARK version*
What A World Drabble Masterpost: 1 - 2
Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]
𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
bubbles
a lil about steve
marking*
typical jungle boy behaviour*
little hand
baby fever?
his mind, body, and soul*
9 kink drabbles* (see more drabbles in the gallery👇)
steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4
steve wants a pet: 1 — 2
letters from steve
winter wonderland
𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #what a world drabble
Discussions/Drabbles: thots — fluff — dark — dark!reader — angst
All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??
Specific tag drabbles: sex toys* — periods — sex tape*
Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve
Spicy Videos
Setting: Jungle
Happy Sinday 😌
Pairing: Biker!Steve x Reader
Warnings: Oral (m receiving), smut, no minors.
A/N: Late sinday drabble.
It’s your hands that he notices first. Soft and warm on his hair-covered thighs. Always so soft. It’s how he knows it’s you. Nothing soft has touched his skin in years. Until you. Those warm, soft palms glide up his legs, over his stomach. He shifts into your touch, ridged curved muscles pushing into your fingertips.
“Please,” the word thick and rough in his throat drifts on his tongue, passing his lips in a coarse whisper. His mind, dull from sleep, barely registers your low hum in response.
Your lips trace over the faint freckles peppered along his sun-kissed skin, creating a map of him that only you’ll ever use. Your guide. A personalized key to unlocking his every weakness. The one right below his ear that makes him shudder when you sink your teeth into it. The one below his collarbone, near his colorful tattoo, makes him grit his teeth, hissing out a warning you’ll gleefully ignore.
But this one.
The one on his lower belly next to the thin vein leading down to his cock.
This one is your favorite.
You trace the pad of your finger around it, following the vein down down down his skin, watching his cock, heavy and long and thick, get bigger and bigger before your eyes. Resting your cheek on his thigh, you wrap your hand around his base, fuck he’s so thick your fingers and thumb aren’t even close to touching each other.
He makes a guttural sound in his throat. Long eyelashes fanning across his face, lips parting.
Please
Your hand stills, eyes flickering up to his face. He’s pulled under again, unable to resist the strong drag of exhaustion lingering in his bones. You want to ease his tired body, make him feel good, and you can’t resist the gravelly request escaping his mouth.
You stroke him, your hand moving up his firm, smooth length, your thumb brushing over the vein leading to his tip. You bring your hand down, pumping him firmly, squeezing him before going back up.
Once.
Please
Twice.
Please
Letting your thumb sweep over his swollen head, his hips jerk. You spread that little drop of precum over him, listening to his breath quicken, sleep-addled words falling unbidden from his mouth, nearly indiscernible.
Please
Taking mercy on him, you move until you’re hovering over him, placing a kiss on his leaking tip, you open your mouth, his taste melting on your tongue as you swallow him.
While your touch is enough to drive him to the brink of awareness, it’s your mouth, hot and wet, that pushes him over. You hollow your cheeks, slowly slowly dragging him out of your mouth. Bright blue eyes snap open, his lips part on a breathy faint moan, large hands grip the sheets. You meet his dazed gaze and draw him back, his thick cock heavy and warm, his vein brushing along your tongue. Pleasure like he never felt spikes through him, scorching heat spreading up his spine. He never knew he could feel so good, so incredible. Darkening stormy blue eyes flutter shut, plump lips go slack and his hands, his large calloused hands, find the back of your head, resting gently, letting you find your pace.
“Fuck yes. Just like that Dove. Please, sweetheart.” He makes another noise in his throat, deep satisfaction and need and lust rolling into one breathy plea. “Don’t stop. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for me.”
It could almost be vulgar, the way you’re taking every inch, every incredibly thick inch into your little mouth, the wet sounds you’re making, the soft gag when you take him deeper and deeper.
But it’s not.
It’s so damn erotic that he has to look away, too afraid of losing control, wanting to keep your tongue on him. He’s not that strong, not when it comes to you, the need to see you pulls his eyes back to your face, and oh fuck he can feel the sultry white-hot pleasure cresting higher, cracking away at his resolve.
He needs one more minute.
One more minute.
Fuckfuckfuck you’re so sweet and pretty, lips stretched around his cock, throat bulging, your little hand softly twisting around the part of him you can’t take down your throat.
Sweat beads along his hairline, thighs trembling, hold on for one more minute, he needs to feel you more than he needs to cum.
One more minute of pure heaven. Please
He’s so greedy for you. Fuck one more-
Steve can’t think. Barely getting enough air into his lungs. Because your eyes flit up to his and you moan.
“Dove you’re so good, so damn perfect,” he groans through gritted teeth, veins in his neck distended, his fingers dig into your scalp as he comes undone. “Shit oh fuck, fuuuck.”
He comes, hard and fast, spilling into your mouth. And he almost comes again, watching you swallow every last drop. Steve reaches for you, a feral grin tipping his lips. “Now it’s my turn--“
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The harsh grating alarm cuts through the air. Steve reluctantly opens his eyes, waiting for the ceiling to come into focus, rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks of his curtains.
“Fuck me,” he spits out, glaring at his stiff erection tenting the sheets slung around his thighs, the remnants of his dream clinging to him.
It felt so real. You felt real.
He could have sworn you were in bed with him. Dragging his hand down his face, he makes a frustrated noise before turning off his alarm. Steve sits up, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed, he drops his head down. He can’t take another wet dream like this. He’s going to ask you out.
Today.
You have had every piece of him wrapped around your little finger for weeks now. Now it’s time for you to know that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you, little dove.
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And his next dream is about him returning the favor 🥴🥴🥴. Steve can't wait to make his dream a reality. But are you ready?
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any guesses on my next reader??
hint : steve rogers shield….
Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.
Get A Life
You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense.
“Bruceee.”
“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.
“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…”
“100 million Kelvin… depends.”
“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.
He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.
“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”
You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both.
“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again.
“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,
“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.
Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.
“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”
Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing.
“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.
Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.”
Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.”
“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out.
Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.
You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.
“These are all blank?”
“Yes, they are.”
“What… why would you… what?”
Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly.
You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.
“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.
Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips.
“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”
“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”
“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face.
“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head.
“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach.
With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.
“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you.
“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”
“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk.
“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.
You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.
“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.
You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater.
He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did.
“I’d like you to take a break…”
You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…
“So, I can take you on a date.”
Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”
“Y/N please.”
“Steven, I don’t date.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”
He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”
You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest.
“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”
You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching.
“Please.”
You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.
“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile.
Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body.
do you think you may be able to write me an insecure plus size reader with preserum steve?
Prettiest Girl in The World
A/N: Pre-serum Steve makes me think 1940s so I set it in that time but if its not what you wanted let me know and i’ll redo it! I think you’re absolutely gorgeous (and so does Steve hehe) 💕☘️
WARNINGS: Mentions of body dysmorphia, heights, tight spaces, anxiety about size/taking up space, weight
“You excited Princess?” Steve squeezed your hand as you walked into the fair.
Steve had planned the sweetest date night ever, dinner and then a trip to the carnival so you could end your night with a big stuffed Teddy and a mouthful of Cotton Candy.
Being the gentleman, he is he paid for your ticket, hand going to the small of your back, leading you through the gate.
“Stevie, this has been the best date ever!” You squealed, kissing his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. Blush rose to his cheeks. Truth is, he was just a happy he got to walk around with a girl as as you.
You looked so pretty in your light blue wrap dress with white poka dots. It hugged your curves in all the right places and you had done your hair all cute. The dress was his new favourite thing and all he wanted to do was take a picture so he could remember it forever.
Bucky couldn’t believe it when you showed up next to him. “How’d you land that dime piece?” He’d say while nudging Steve arms. “My endless charm and good looks.” Bucky laughed, slapping his friend on the back encouragingly “No but seriously, how much you pay her?” Steve punched his friend on the arm.
“She works at the arts supplies store I go to. I kept going back every day to see her, buy a single pencil each time and she kinda caught on and asked if I wanted to go to the pictures with her. Nearly passed out with excitement, not before I said yes though.”
And here you two were, hand in hand walking towards the Milk Bottle Toss so Steve could get you the teddy bear he promised you.
“It’s ok if you don’t win honey these games are rigged anyways.” You put your hand on his shoulder as he got ready to throw.
“I promised you that bear so you’re getting the bear.” He said, seriousness in his voiced.
He missed all 3 bottles and almost hit a toddler walking behind you.
“Out of luck, Kid.” Said the old, bearded attendant.
“Another round.” Steve straightened out his jacket, stretching his arms.
“Stevie, baby you don’t have to spend all your money on the bear.”
“Don’t worry.” He put his arm around your waist, squeezing at your love handles a little.
“A kiss for good luck would help though.” He grinned at you sheepishly.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the man’s face in your hand and planting a fat kiss on his lips.
Steve was stunned, his first real kiss. Blush rose to his cheeks and his eyes were wide in amazement.
He took a big gulp, turning to the attendant “I can do this all day.”
The confidence of the kiss led to Steve hitting all 3 bottles with one throw. You jumped in delight, clapping your hands as the attendant handed over the bear. You hugged it tightly, kissing Steve again.
“Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you” You squealed pulling him into a big hug.
“Anything for my girl” he smirked smugly.
“Hey, let’s go on the Ferris Wheel, you can see the fireworks from way up high!” Steve looked at you excitedly.
Your palms started to sweat, but you weren’t afraid of heights. It was the anxiety of the seats. The all too small bench they put you on, whether the metal harness would go over your head and over your stomach. The fear of embarrassment when Steve realises that his chubby girlfriend can’t fit on a seat next to her boyfriend like the other skinny girls. How everyone would look and stare and wonder why a future US Soldier would be seen with a girl like you. Your face went white at the suggestion.
“Hey pretty girl, its ok it aint that high, I’ll hold your hand.” Steve smiled at you, blissfully unaware at your insecurities, not even giving your size a thought, heck all he saw was his beautiful girlfriend in front of him.
You simply nodded and let him take your hand towards the line.
You got to the front of the line, next in tow for the seat. The attendant lifted the rod, letting the couple before you free as they skipped off, you noticed all the space they had on either side of them. How you could never be the same.
You took in a deep shaky breath. “It’s alright, ladies first.” Steve gestured to let you slide in your first, you hit the arm rest and sat with your thighs laid flat, extenuating their mass. He squeezed in next to you, granted he sat happily but the image of the scrawny man squashed in a seat next to a clearly big girl haunted you.
The rod went over your heads, sitting comfortably against your stomach as a small roll formed on top of it. Your belly clearly squashed in.
“I like this bench; means I get to be nice and close to you.” Steve purred in your ear as you started to rise. His hand falling to your thigh, squeezing slightly for comfort.
“You sure I’m not taking too much room?” You looked at him hesitantly.
“Nonsense and why would it matter? The closer I am to you the happier I am.”
“I’m not the skinniest girl at the fair Steve, I don’t know why you even wanted to go out with me.”
“What? Who said something? I’ll kill em.” Anger flashed in his eyes.
“No one said anything but they sure as hell are thinking it.”
“So? Who cares what anyone else thinks. Gosh, I think you’re beautiful Y/N. I always think people are looking and wondering what a beautiful girl like you is doing with some skinny schmuck like me. I mean even Bucky thinks you’re cute.” He looked at you, shaking his head a little.
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“Not just beautiful, I think you’re the prettiest girl in the world. Besides, I like how you look in that dress, gosh, I like how you look in anything, in the apron at the shop when it gets all tight around your waist giving you those movie star curves, I even think you’d look good in nothing at all.” Steve winked at you, whispering the last line in your ear.
You couldn’t speak at his little speech about you, tears threatened to spill as no one had ever told you you’re beautiful like that.
Steve lifted his arm up over your shoulder “Now, scooch a little closer, I want as much of you as I can get.”
You finally relaxed into Steve’s arms, laying your head on his shoulder as he drew soft circles on your arm. You both looked up at the sky, enjoying the firework display. His mouth coming down to place a soft kiss on your forehead.
“My beautiful girl.” He whispered in your ear.
Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers
Roped Up
A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage
You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.
“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.
“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.
“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.
He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.
Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.
“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”
“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.
He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.
“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.
“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion
“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.
Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.
Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.
Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.
He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.
“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”
Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.
He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.
He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.
All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.
His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.
“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.
Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.
“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.
He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.
“More” you moaned. It was all he needed
Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.
Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.
The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.
“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,
“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.
“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.
“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.
He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.
He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.
“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.
You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.
Reader adopts a cat to help her boyfriend Captain America, Steve rogers deal with the trauma and nightmares
Soxs
You were woken up to thrashing beside you in bed. Third night in a row. Sweat formed on Steve’s forehead with his face contorted in terror. You rolled over, placing a light hand on his shoulder, he instantly moved into you.
“Hey hey, honey… it’s just a dream.” You patted his head softly as his eyes slowly blinked open.
He let out a large sigh, sitting up in bed and rubbing his face.
“Same one?”
“Same one.” He said in a defeated tone.
You rubbed his back soothingly before getting up to get a glass of water from the sink. Handing it to him in bed.
“Thanks honey.” You sat next to him as he took a large gulp, turning back to cuddle into your comforting frame.
As he gently lulled off to sleep in your arms, large arms wrapped around you. You mind wandered to all the things you could do to help your poor guy.
3 WEEKS LATER
You placed the gold box in front of Steve on the couch. Holes punctured in the top and a shiny red bow in the middle.
“What’s this?” He looked up at you curiously.
“Open it.” You smiled, taking a spot next to him.
Steve inched forward, slowly taking off the lid and peering inside the box.
“Oh my goodness.” Steve’s eyes widen in joy at the little ball of fluff, sitting pretty.
The calico kitten let out a small meow, standing on its hind legs and pawing at the walls, desperate to be picked up.
Steve took the small kitten in his large hands, encompassing it carefully as he brought it to his chest. The kitten immediately rubbed his ear against Steve’s jaw, purring at the contact.
“Y/N… you… you didn’t… omg I love him.”
“Her. And you’re welcome. I looked it up and the purr of a cat can help relaxation and healing. So, I thought maybe a couple of kitten kisses will help you sleep through the night.” You beamed at him, your hand going to scratch the little one’s head.
“Her. She’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” Tears started to form in the captain’s eyes as his heart burst at the ball of fluff.
“Think of her as our first baby.” You winked.
“Gotta name her… what do you think she looks like… Esmerelda, Fluffy, Ariel?”
“How about Soxs.” You grabbed the kittens’ paw, admiring the pattern of fur that gave her four perfect little white blocks.
“Soxs. Perfect.” He turned to you, kissing you on the mouth softly.
The two became inseparable with Soxs taking up permanent position sleeping between your heads at night.
The nightmares stopped but Steve got even less sleep after being woken up at 4am to Soxs wanting breakfast.
She'd follow him everywhere, doing little walks between his legs.
The whole of Avengers loved her, with Stark acting like a villain whenever she'd sit in his lap.
Her favourite place to nap was the Avengers meeting table.
Steve would feed her little slices of ham at dinner, dangling it under the table for her to catch.
A/N: Short and sweet. 😘☘️
I have this platonic request where Steve Rogers is In the future, being on the avengers team, and living in stark tower. Before he joined, he found his little sister, reader In the retirement home. He visits two or three times a week. One day, when he returned from a mission with Sam and bucky. Steve received word from Natasha that his sister passed away. The team comforts him
Family Matters
A/N: Aww this was sad but very sweet! Thank you for your request I hope you liked it.
Steve adjusted his tie in the mirror, picking up the bouquet he made his way to the local retirement centre.
“Hey Steve!” Molly, the friendly nurse welcomed the striking superhero at the front desk.
“Hey Molly, how’s she doing?” Steve smiled nervously at her as they walked down the hall to your room
“For a 88 year old pretty good, I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled, scanning him through the facility and opening the door to the luxurious room.
“This is the 3rd time this week! Shouldn’t you be saving the world or something.” The elderly woman croaked from her bed. Peering her eyes over her book.
“It’s good to see you too SJ.” Steve pulled up the chair next to her bed, grabbing her wrinkly hand in his young ones.
“You look good for someone whose 93.” She smirked at him.
“Yeah, well you were always the better looking one. Mom would always say she saved her best looks for you.”
“She did and I didn’t need no serum for it… just lots of sunscreen and luck!”
Her chuckled at his aging sister. While she may be old, he could still see flashes of her golden locks now camouflaged in a sea of grey locks above her head. They say the eyes don’t age and they were right. Her piercing blue orbs still as bright as the last day he saw them before he went off to war.
“How you feeling sis?” His eyes turned to concern.
“I’m old Steve, I aint supposed to feel like I’m 22.”
“Yeah, I know, I know but how’s your heart? Are they treating it?”
“It’s still pumping, they keep trying to feed me this stupid medication.” She waved her hand at the bedside table, peppered with Rx bottles.
“You gotta take ‘em SJ.” Steve’s tone turned serious as he scolded his sister.
“Like hell I do! Aint no way I’m interfering with God’s plan for me.”
When Steve found out SJ (Sarah Jr) was still alive, his first order of business was moving her out of the crappy government retirement home they shoved old timers in who have no family. He got her a room in the best facility in the country with the best doctors and the best care.
Steve sighed at his sister’s stubbornness. Doctors were doing their best but without her taking the meds she didn’t have long.
“Well, you’re the only family I’ve got left.” Steve grabbed one of the bottles, shaking out two pills into his hand.
“So, I need you to take the pills, Sarah.” She looked at her brother with a scowl.
“Please?” Taking the pills from him she gestured for the water on the bedside table. Swallowing the tablets and then sticking her tongue out at him for good measures.
“Good girl.”
The siblings laughed as they talked about the changing world, family members once here now gone and reminisced on happy childhood memories.
The sun had gone down and visiting hours were almost up. Steve got up to leave, grabbing his jacket from the chair.
“Alright well I’ll see you next Thursday then.”
“Hopefully.” She gave him a soft smile. He went to exit the room
“And Steve?”
“Yeah sis?”
“Thank you for all this. It’s very cushy. I’m glad to have you back.”
Steve walked over back to the bed. Kissing his sister on her forehead.
“It’s good to be back.” He smiled. “Love you, see you next week! And take your goddamn pills woman!”
“Love you too.” She whispered as he left the door.
Exiting the ship with Bucky, Steve was met with a solemn Natasha, Stark and Bruce at the base of the ship.
“What’s with the long faces, we came back in one piece didn’t we.” Bucky quipped.
“Steve, I… it’s… the retirement home called… It’s SJ...” Natasha choked out, holding back tears.
Bucky’s face dropped.
Steve didn’t even respond, walking straight past all of them towards his car, still in full uniform.
“Captain.” Stark went to stop him but Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.
“Let him go.”
Steve raced into the facility, jogging down the halls until he saw a blotchy faced, Molly at his sister’s door.
“Steve, I’m so sorry.”
She stepped aside to let him into the room.
The flowers he brought last week now dead, with fallen petals surrounding the base of the vase.
Her bed now neatly made with a singular envelope on top.
He sat on the bed slowly, patting the now pressed white sheets.
He picked up the letter.
“STEVE” written on the outside in his sisters handwriting.
Opening it slowly, he read the contents.
Steve, I told you I wasn’t going to interfere with God’s plan and our lord has decided it’s my time. While you didn’t age one bit, some of us did and while I know this pains you, life and death must prevail. If momma saw you now, she’d beam with pride, I’ll make sure to tell her how our little Steve has saved humanity time and time again. I don’t have many possessions and no family besides you. So, while I can’t give you anything material to remember me by, you have my eternal gratitude for making sure my last days on earth was some of the happiest of my life. I think the last time I smiled like I did with you was before you left. Tell Bucky, I love him, and he missed out on taking a dime like me out!
While it hurts now, I know you will continue making me proud without me there. I will always be your biggest cheerleader.
I love you Stevie.
Yours truly,
Sarah J Rogers.
Tears fell onto the paper, as Steve sat there, letting it drop to the ground. He wept at the loss of his sister.
Hours later, Steve returned to Stark Towers. The AVENGERS gathered around the table in silence, anticipating his arrival. He entered the room, heads raised waiting for him to speak.
“She’s gone.”
Immediately, they all rose to comfort him. Surrounding him in a warm hug.
“She was the last bit of family I had.” Steve cried out.
“That’s just not true buddy.” Tony interjected.
“We are a family.” Natasha added.
Steve gave the group a soft smile through tears, Bucky coming up to him and embracing him in a hug.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” Comforting him in a hug as Steve fell into his arms. Tears staining the cold shoulder of his metal arm.
The rest of the evening was spent sharing memories of her life as the group laughed and cried, reminiscing on the now gone sister.
“Gosh, If I only I ever told her how much I liked her.” Bucky groaned.
“She knew buddy, she knew.” Steve turned his best friend, smiling.
A fluff where Steve Rogers and his wife reader dropping off their daughter or son to college for the first time. The two cried on how much their child has grown up
Off to College
A/N: Wait.. why am I crying 😭 This is, in my opinion, one of my best fluffs yet. Stop cutting onions guys!
WARNING: Tissues on hand needed.
“She’s too young.” Steve’s hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused straight ahead.
“She’s 18 Steve. That’s the average American age to go off to college.” You replied to your husband.
“You know I’m right here and can hear you guys, right? Like, theres no soundproofing between the back and the front seats.” Your daughter Sarah pulled out an air pod from her ear, jumping into the conversation.
“Well as I was saying, I don’t care I still think you should of stayed back a year at home.” Steve retorted, looking in the rear-view mirror at his little girl who now resembled that of a young woman about to go off to college.
“May I remind you, DAD, that at 18 you were joining the army to go fight in the second world war. Whereas I’m simply moving across the state.”
“In many ways my daughter going off to college and war are the same thing to me.”
You turned behind you and shared a puzzled look with your daughter. While she mostly resembled you, she had Steve’s piercing blue eyes.
“How so?” You egged on your husband to elaborate.
“I’m scared shitless about both of them.” He let out a loud sigh.
“Dad… its fine!”
“Repeat to me the rules.”
“Omg not this again.” You put your forehead into your palm, dreading to listen to this speech for the 50th times.
“Dadddd” Sarah whined in the backseat
“So, help me God I will turn this car around, unless you repeat to me the rules, Sarah Mae Rogers.” He turned his head to the backseat, giving her his classic “I’m not playing around” eyes.
“No drinking. No drugs. No “philandering” with the opposite sex…is that even word?”
“It is.” You and your husband said in unison
“No staying out past 1 and in the case of a national emergency inclusive of war, alien invasion, terrorist attack; extra-terrestrial...
“And domestic... don’t forget that!” He interjected
“…and domestic I am to find immediate shelter, call you to give you my location and wait until the ship arrives to take me to the safe house.” She groaned finishing the spiel.
“Good.” Steve smiled, satisfied with her memorisation of his rules.
You gave your daughter a sympathetic smile, knowing while some rules may get broken you had raised a smart, young woman with her wits about her.
It’s not that Steve didn’t trust his daughter who he had trained in hand-to-hand combat since the age of 3, it’s just that he knew the world was scary. Sending his only daughter off alone, miles away from home terrified him. He wouldn’t be there to protect his little girl anymore.
You exited the car to the chaos of move in day at the popular university. Steve insisted he take all the boxes up in one trip. All stacked high above him, he didn’t break a sweat carrying them up the 5 flights of stairs towards her dorm.
Your daughter bowed her head in embarrassment as she walked 10 steps behind her father, watching as people stopped and stared at the superhero, whispers filled the halls as he gave kind nods to everyone who he walked past.
You came up beside her,
“Mom everyone is staring why didn’t he just wait in the car!”
“Well neither of us were going to carry the boxes, besides your father is a respected man, he saved humanity that’s nothing to be embarrassed about!”
“Yeah, I get it but he’s still embarrassing!”
You wrapped your arm around your daughter’s shoulder.
“You know he’s just as nervous as you are right?”
“Why would he be nervous? He’s not the one who has to be known as Captain America’s daughter!”
“No, he doesn’t.” You sighed stopping her in the hall and pulling her off to the side.
“Do you remember when you were five and you really wanted to jump off the roof into the pool?”
“Yeah...”
“And we said no but you climbed up the ladder anyways and being five you miscalculated the distance between the ledge and the pool.”
“Yeah…”
“Who caught you before you hit the ground?”
“Dad…”
“Right and when you were 10 and you fell over your bike, breaking your arm… who was the first person who came to your aid and took you to the hospital?
“Dad”
“Exactly and when aliens invaded earth 3 years ago what was the first thing your dad did before going to headquarters?”
“He came to school and picked me up.”
“Exactly.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is from the moment you were in my belly your dad has spent every moment of his life trying to protect you from the world. He realises he’s not going to be right by side anymore… and he’s scared. Scared of losing you.”
“He’s not going to lose my mom, I’m an adult now I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.”
“I know that, and he knows that. But it doesn’t matter how old or big or strong you get he is always going to care about you. It will always be his number priority to keep you safe and that’s not going to change anytime soon.” You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Your daughter looked down, biting her lip.
“Come on let’s go unpack.”
You walked her into her dorm.
You got to work setting up her room. She put up fairy lights on the wall, while you fluffed the pillows on her bed. Steve assembled all her little bits of furniture.
As a final touch, Steve pulled out a framed photo. Sarah in the middle, between both of your arms. She was only 3 in it, a big smile between her chubby cheeks, her arm up in superhero pose, dressed in her mini captain America shirt. It was his favourite family photo and lived on his bedside table. He looked at it a little, wiping a tear from his eye before he placed it on her bedside table.
“Alright you’re all set! We are going to head out now sweetheart you need anything else?” You chirped.
“Nope, I’m good. Thanks for helping guys.”
You gave your daughter, your final hugs and kisses and exited the room down the hall.
She studied her room, satisfied with her interior decorating skills. Then suddenly, she noticed the photo that appeared had on her bedside table. She picked it up and held it in her hands. Suddenly, she felt the tears well up in her eyes.
“Wait!” She ran down the hall, just catching you both before you went down the stairs.
You both looked back to see your daughter running towards you. With a thud she landed against her father’s chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. Instantly, Steve hugged her back, pulling her tightly towards him.
“I love you dad.” She whispered against his chest.
Steve’s head fell to the top of his little… now big girl’s head. His hand encompassing her head. Kissing her forehead tenderly. “I love you too kiddo. Be safe.”
“I will.” Tears welled up in your eyes watching their embrace. She pulled out of the hug, gesturing towards you.
“I love you mom.” “I love you too baby.” All 3 of you huddled together in an embrace. Both parents wanting to hold onto their daughter for a little longer.
You all pulled out and said your now final goodbye. Brushing away tears.
You held your husband’s hand as you exited the college dorm building.
“She’s too old for me now babe.”
“She’s never going to be too old for her daddy.”
He pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead.
Sarah was going to be just fine. And besides, she’ll be home in 2 weeks anyways to get you to do her laundry.
TAGS: @royalwriteroftheuniverse (girl you're gonna wanna see this!)
what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.
I'm the Captain Now
A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V
You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den.
Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position.
You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off
“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.
It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.
You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in.
“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.
“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”
“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.
Steve gulped at the sight.
“I wanna talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”
“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”
Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…
“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”
“Fuck me?” you said pointedly
“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”
“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”
“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”
You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”
“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement.
Catching himself, he cleared his throat
“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “
“Steve.”
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking.”
“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.
His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss. Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss.
“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”
Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically.
You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp.
You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer.
You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.
Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.
“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.
“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.
Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist.
He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you.
You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest.
Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?”
He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely.
“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?”
Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip.
Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length.
“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.”
He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth.
His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Stop, stop, stop.”
“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly
“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”
“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.
“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly
“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows.
Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis.
Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat.
“Aghh Steve.”
“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.
“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.”
You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.
The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.
“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.
“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”
That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head.
You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure.
“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.”
With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like.
He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation.
“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”
You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.
“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure.
Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.
“Shit, what was that are you ok?”
You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’
Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.
“Did I do that?”
You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release.
With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.
“Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”
“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt.
His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close.
“Holy shit.”
You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead
“What’d you think Cap?”
“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss.
He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making.
You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity.