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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.”

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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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. 

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. 😘☘️

Steve x female!reader smut

WARNINGS: kinky!steve, slight dubcon, dom!steve, sub!reader, teasing, thigh riding, hold the moan, touching in public, dirty talk, color system, steve is absolutely filthy in this, and i'm not sorry. MINORS DNI BELOW THE CUT, 18+ ONLY

side note: uuhhh yeahhh i kinda got carried away with this, and i will not apologize lmao.

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“When’s the last name you’ve got any action, grandpa?” Tony asked.

Steve, who was currently taking a drink, almost choked.

“Give you 20 bucks he’s still a virgin.” Bruce said back, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Okay fine. Easiest $20 I’ll ever make.”

Steve chuckled and turned to them.

“For your information, I’m not. But if you gotta know, it was before I went into the ice.”

Tony made some comment about Steve being the oldest and horniest man alive.

“Will you two leave him alone?” You barked. “It’s rude to ask someone about their sex life.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes at you. “You’re just being defensive cause you wanna tap that. Don’t blame you, though. I mean look at him, he’s 250 pounds of pure muscle and-”

“Holy shit, Tony! Shut up. You’re drunk.” You laughed, swatting at his shoulder.

Steve glanced over at you, his eyes lingering a little too long on your hips. It was less than a second, but you automatically felt his eyes on you.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

— — —

After that night, you had made it your personal mission to fix Steve long lived dry spell. It wasn’t like you would be throw yourself at him. Ever since you had joined the team, you and Steve had flirted with each other. But you had just figured it was more of a work relationship type thing.

But guess it wasn’t. You started noticing the little touches he would give you, whether it was trying to get around you in the kitchen or out on the battle field. His hand would just stay a little too long for it just to be harmless flirting.

And ever since then, you had been doing everything in your power -without being too obvious- to have Steve finally notice you.

“Hey, Stevie.” You smiled at him, squatting down to observe the dumbbells that were on the floor.

“Hi, Y/N.” He muttered from behind you, his eyes glued to your perfect ass. You were currently wearing leggings and a sport bra to work out in. Something new that you had started doing. You had purposely worn your sheer leggings, knowing Steve would be in the gym today.

You grabbed the 30 pound dumbbell and walked over to him, smiling still.

“Will you spot me?” You asked, batting your eye lashes. Steve nodded and stood behind you with his hands out as you proceeded to do squats.

“Didn’t even think you could lift 30 pounds, Y/N.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Hey!” You squealed playfully. “Gotta keep myself tight somehow.”

You squatted down one last time, your ass cheeks barely grazing over Steve’s dick as you went down. Steve went rigid, and it felt like all of his blood went rushing to his cock, leaving him light headed.

You dropped the dumbbells and reached behind you to stretch your arms out. Turning around, you smiled at him noticing how flush he looked.

"Thanks, Stevie. I'm gonna hit the showers, Nat, Wanda, I are having a girls night." You patted his shoulder as you walked past him, headed towards the locker room. Steve just stood there nodding stupidly, praying to whatever god that was out there that you didn't notice his very obvious erection.

But you most definitely did notice it.

As soon as you disappeared behind the door, Steve ran into the other locker room, locking the door behind him. He turned the shower on and shed his sweaty clothes, his painfully hard cock smacking him in the stomach. Stepping into the shower stream, he moaned quietly, his hand stroking his cock.

Why was Y/N being such a damn tease? Didn't he see he wanted to fuck her in oblivion? Was it really that hard to notice? Or was he just bad at dropping hints? This would be a third time he’s touched himself this week thinking about you underneath him, moaning for him, begging for him.

Steve fucked his hand harder, the thought of your ass in those leggings flooding his thoughts as he painted the shower wall with his cum. He let out a frustrated sigh, still feeling unsatisfied. Touching himself has worked before, why wasn’t it working now?

— — —

“Movie night!” Tony yelled, plopping down in the arm chair. It was Friday, and as a tradition the team would watch a movie together. And so no fighting happened about what movie to watch, they took turns picking one out. And this week is Y/N’s turn.

“Fifty Shades or Grey? Are you kidding, Y/N?” Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“It’s a good movie!” You protested, sitting down next to Steve. “There’s more than just sex in it, Sam.” You pulled a blanket overtop you and Steve and crossed you legs, you knee bumping into Steve’s.

Steve could already feel the hotness creeping up the back of his neck. A movie all about sex? That would make people uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?

Y/N hit play on the movie and the opening credits started, the recognizable rainy skyline of Seattle filling the screen.

It was about halfway though the movie, and Steve was already pitching a tent in his pants. He glanced quickly at the rest of his males in the room, seeing if anyone else was hard. But he was the only one. Thanking Y/N silently for covering him with a blanket, he soon released his mistake.

Steve felt a hand land on his upper thighs, squeezing it softly. His eyes went wide and a snuck a look over at Y/N, who had no expression on her face. Your hand continued upward, leaving little squeezes and soft caresses as you went. Steve stirred uncomfortably, the tip of his dick pressing painfully into his jeans.

“Got ants in your pants, capsicle?” Tony asked, which reciprocated a loud “shhh” from Natasha.

As Steve opened his mouth to answer, Y/N palmed his dick, your finger tips ghosting over his balls. He quickly shut his mouth, clenching his jaw to hold back a moan.

As soon you started your hand disappeared back into your lap, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. Steve was dumbfounded. He wanted to yell at you for doing this to him- in the of the living room of at places! But at the same time he wanted to drag you back to his room and shove your head down onto his cock until you were choking. He wasn’t sure which one would come first.

The ending of the movie was stupid and Steve was still hard, making him grumpy. The rest of the team got up and said their good nights but you and Steve stayed planted on the couch.

“Well, good night Stevie.” You whispered, starting to get up. Frustrated beyond belief, Steve grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you in so you were straddling his thigh.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You smiled innocently.

“Don’t be coy, Y/N. It’s not very nice.”

Y/N looked at Steve, his beautiful blues were raging with anger and lust. It should have scared you, but it was just making you more turned on. You slowly drug your heat against Steve’s thick thigh, shuddering.

“Well, you were oblivious to my other hints. So I decided to be straight foreword.”

“You are playing with fire.” Steve growled, his hands finding your hips, moving you up and down on his thigh.

You leaned in close, your hot breath hitting his ear. “Good thing I’m a convicted arsonist then.”

You suddenly stood up, your core was begging for more attention but you waved goodnight to Steve, leaving him on the couch.

— — —

It was a couple days after the movie night, and Steve still hadn’t ruined you yet. You were starting to think you pushed him too far and he wasn’t interested anymore. He had been avoiding you like wild fire and whenever he was forced to speak with you, it was spiteful.

Getting your thoughts to calm down, you climbed into bed and pulled the covers over yourself, nuzzling your freshly cleaned comforter. Just as you were starting to fall asleep there was a loud sharp knock on your door.

Grimacing, you threw the covers off you, you eyes darting to the clock. Someone better be dying to have woken you back up this late. You flung the door open and snarled “What?”

The figure in front of you pushed into your room, kicking the door closed with closed with his foot. Spinning you, he pinned you against the wall, his breath hot on the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna show you what you do it me.” Steve growled, biting you softly on your shoulder. You let you a high pitched whine as his already hard cock pressed into your ass. “And you’re gonna take all of it, like the good little girl you are.”

“Steve-” You moaned, pushing your ass farther back into his hips. He hissed and grabbed your hips, slamming them back into the wall.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ greedy brat. If you’re good, I’ll reward you. If not- we’ll let’s just say it’ll be fun for me.” A soft moan fell off your lips. "Oh, what's wrong? Can't keep this act up anymore, can you sweetheart?"

Steve spun you back around so you were facing him. Your cheeks were flushed and you could feel your lips getting chapped. Steve's hair was messed up, tuft's of it sticking up. He didn't look like the calm and collected Captain America you were used to seeing. His pupils were large, blown up with lust and need.

"Get on you knees." He whispered. You sunk down, your hands placed in your lap. Steve had hardly even gotten started and you were already submissive for him, and it just turned him on more knowing he was able to tame you this easily.

Steve dropped his sweatpants, his cock springing free from its binds. Y/N licked your lips in excitement. You knew he was big from feeling him on the couch the other night, but seeing it was a different experience. It was long and thick, and a large vein that zigzagged across the bottom of it.

You hands grabbed the back of his thighs and you licked his tip lightly. He shuddered, your actions sending shivers up his spine. You pushed your mouth deeper into him, your tongue dragging along the bottom. You blinked up at Steve, looking at him through thick lashes. He let out a strangled moan and grabbed the back of your hair, pushing himself down your throat.

You gagged and spit bubbled out of the corners of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you tried to relax the back of your throat so he could all the way in.

"You lettin' me mouth fuck you like a good little girl?" Steve panted, sweat beading on his forehead. You moaned in response, the vibrations causing him push into you even faster. "Fuck sweetheart, so good, so fucking good."

Steve felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and he tried to pull away, but you kept him still by holding onto his thigs, knowing he was close.

"No, fuck, Y/N, stop." He sputtered. You stopped working him, his cock falling out of your mouth with a wet plop.

"Can't handle me, Captain?" You asked looking up at him, your bottom lip sticking out. "S'okay. I knew you couldn't."

Steve felt the same rage he felt in the living room bubble up in his chest again. He grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to your feet. His face was inches from yours as he brought you in close, his breathing ragged.

"You're being bad again, Y/N." He growled, his voice dangerously low. "Do you need to be punished, sweetheart?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his words. Steve Rogers was one kinky fuck. He steered you over to your bed, his hand tight on the back of your head still. Sitting down, he pulled you across his knee and yanked your panties down.

His fingers dipped in between your legs, collecting the wetness to his tips. He chuckled darkly and you heard the sound of him sucking on his fingers, licking away your honey.

"Hmmm, so sweet. I knew it would be. Too bad your mouth is filthy, or I would be devouring your little pussy right now." He chuckled again, his hand running across you ass cheek. You shuddered, knowing what was about to happen. "Y/N." Steve said suddenly, all the dominance in his voice disappearing. You looked back at him, surprised. "I need to hear your colors, sweetheart."

"Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red to stop." You whispered.

"Where are you at right now, doll?"

"Green. So green."

The dark and domineering look returned to Steve's face after hearing you speak those words. "Good."

Smack! You let out a whimper as Steve's rough hand collided with your soft skin. "Count, little girl."

"One." You panted.

Another smack, and you cried out, your head hanging down.

"You gotta count doll, or we're gonna restart."

"Two." Your cheeks stung and you were blinking back tears.

You made it all the way to six, until you were begging him to stop. Your words coming out as incoherent mumbles and whines. Steve sat you up in his lap, snaking his arms around your waist. You buried your head into his bare chest, trying to calm your hard breathing.

"Such a good girl. Did you learn your lesson 'bout mouthin' off to me?" He mumbled into your hair, as he placed soft kissing on the crown of your hair.

You nodded. "Yes." Steve set you carefully on the bed, trying not to be too rough knowing you were still recovering. He pressed a hard kiss on your lips, his body sliding on top of yours. You softly moaned, tasting him for the first time.

"I've dreamed about this night, Y/N." He groaned, his bare cock rubbing against your heat. Your hips bucked in response, but he moved a strong hand to your side, pinning them down. "About having a whining mess underneath me," He placed a wet kiss on your neck. "Letting me take you, anytime, anywhere." He bit down on your collar bone. "All while you're begging me to fuck you."

"Steve, please." You begged, your core aching for some sort of attention. "I need you to-"

"Need me to what, Y/N?"

"Touch me, please, Stevie." You cried out, finally not able to take it anymore.

He smirked, and moved down to your pulsing heat. "Oh, sweet girl." Steve purred, his breath hitting your pussy. It made you shudder knowing he was that close to your most intimate parts. "You are drenched. Did I do this to you?" You moaned in response, but apparently that wasn't good enough. "Use your words." He stuck a long, calloused finger inside of you, curling up words.

"Yes, fuck yes, Steve!" A scream ripped through your throat. "It's you, it was you!" You sobbed.

"Good girl." His lips attacked your clit, swirling his tongue clock-wise, as his finger worked in and out of you, and it felt like your stomach was doing flips. You sat up slightly and removed your tee shirt, throwing it somewhere over Steve's shoulder. His free hand instantly snaked up to your breasts, squeezing on your nipple.

You let out a string of curse words as you came finally, your thighs shaking. That must have been the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had. But Steve didn't give you time to recover. He instantly added two more fingers, the tips of them hitting your g-spot every time. His lips suction-cupped around your clit, sucking and nibbling on it very softly.

"Oh, my god Steve." You whimpered pitifully. "Please-fuck." You slammed your head back on the pillows and grabbed his hair. "Please, Steve, I'm gonna cum again."

You felt him laugh on your clit and you moaned, noticing how good it felt. The feeling of your stomach doing flips returned, and you groaned. You came and your vision blurred, ears ringing. You tugged on Steve hair, trying to pull him away from your clit.

"Yeah, that's a good girl." Steve murmured, finally coming up for air. He moved back on top of you and slammed his lips into yours. You tasted yourself on his beard stubble and his tongue. "You taste so good doll. I coulda been down there for forever."

"Please, can I have your cock now Stevie? Please, I've been such a good girl."

"Only because you asked so nicely." He grinned, kissing you again. You watched with hazy eyes as he pumped his cock in a fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

He slid his tip along your slick folds, a moan falling off his cum-covered lips. Slowly, he pushed into and your legs wrapped around his waste.

"Oh, fuck baby." He groaned. "You're so fucking tight for me."

He finally bottomed out, his balls slapping against your taint. You felt him pull back out before he slammed back into you, hard. You gasped, loving how he completely filled you up. His cock scratched the most deepest places you could never reach. Steve started going at a relentless pace, your headboard smacking against the wall with each thrust. You couldn't form a single thought as he drove into you. Every nerve was light on fire and exploding like a firework.

Your walls clenched down around him and he cried out. "You gonna cum again for me sweetheart? Is my fat cock gonna make you cum?"

You somehow whimpered out a yes, nodding your head. You saw a devilish smile creep across Steve's face as he grabbed your legs by the back of your knee's, lifting your ass off the bed. He sat up and brought you to him and started going faster than you could ever imagine.

"FUCK!" You screamed, your fists balling up the sheets, turning your knuckles white. Your entire body shook as your orgasm washed over you like waves. Steve pulled out of you and set you back on the bed. Noticing that he was out of you, you felt cold and empty. He hovered over you as you moaned and twitched, your entire body overstimulated.

"Y/N, honey?" He asked softly. "What's your color?"

"Green." You moaned, body still on fire.

"Y/N-"

"It's green. I promise." You reached up for him, touching his chest. Your fingers traced over a small scar, wondering how he got it. You would have to ask him sometime. His large hand clasped over your small one, and he brought it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles tenderly.

"Face down, ass up." He whispered, still kissing your knuckles. You turned your body to how he wanted, wiggling your ass in anticipation. He slid his fingers down, checking your wetness. You heard him spit into the palm of his hand, and stroke his cock. "How do you want me, love?"

"Slow. I want to feel you."

Steve pushed back into you, your body a little more adjusted to his size. The two of you moaned in unison, reveling in the feeling of his cock sliding against your velvety walls. Each time he thrusted, he almost came all the way out of you. His nails scratched your ass and your name fell off his lips. You knew he was close, but you didn't want this mind blowing feeling to end.

His pace picked up a small bit and you moaned a mouth full of curse words into the pillow. "Baby, please-" You moaned. "I can't cum again."

"S'okay. Your sweet little pussy has me so close." He grunted. Steve hooked a strong arm around your chest and hoisted you up, your body flush against his. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered into the crook of your neck. "So fucking beautiful, my sweet little girl."

"Steve." You groaned, your voice full of lust and love. "Cum in me, please."

"Oh, fuck." He whimpered. His lips connected to your sensitive flesh on your neck, sucking on it hard. He was marking you. You were his. "Fuck...fuck." You felt his hips stutter against you. "So fucking good, Y/N." His white hot seed spilled out inside you. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" He cried. "Look at you, taking all my cum like a good little girl."

He pushed into you a few more times before letting you go, and rolled onto the bed. You collapsed next to him, your head falling on his chest. When his breathing finally slowed, you looked up at him. He was smiling like an idiot.

You giggled, kissing him on the cheek. One of his hands reached up and cupped your cheek. "I told you that you were playing with fire, Y/N."

"And I told you that I'm a convicted arsonist."

Steve laughed and got out of bed. "Here- let's clean you up." He grabbed a towel out of your laundry basket and whipped you clean. He did the same to himself before coming back to bed.

Steve pulled you close and kissed you on your temple, his stubble tickling you. "I think we're gonna have to do that again, but without all the teasing." He chuckled.

"But that's the fun part." You protested, and he swatted at your butt. "Okay, fair enough." You smiled.

Just as you were slipping into unconsciousness, there was a loud knock at your door. You felt Steve pull himself away from you, and cover you up with a blanket. You watched as he grabbed another towel and wrapped it around himself, and opened the door. You couldn't see past Steve's' large shoulders, but you could hear who it was.

"Listen, I'm happy you're getting some, but please go to your room next time. I don't wanna heard the damn headboard hitting my wall all night." Sam grumbled, sleepily.

Whoops.