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Yelling! I am yelling!! Holy shit! How! What! Perfect! That mix of sweet and sexy! That image of the armchair in the library!! On the floor! I'm yelling on the floor!!

Your Soft Doll

Steve Rogers x female reader; cam!boy Steve Rogers x cam!girl reader

summary: A new collaboration increases not only your ratings, but also your heart rate.

warnings: sex work; sex work positive; cam!boy Steve; cam!girl reader; smut; sex recording; p*rn content; oral (m receiving); pussy spanking; safe sex/use of protection; light Dom/sub undertones; aftercare; pet names (Doll);

word count: 5.7k

Author's Note: This is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Extravaganza 🔥I used prompts: #CE!babe is a cam!boy and #Soft!dom. I think the vibe of the story is telling, but if anyone has any doubts after reading it, then I confirm that they totally going to be coworkers who fall in love 🥰 Steve is titled Sir as per the final results of the most exciting, head-to-head till last minute poll.

Ever since you found yourself in front of the camera, your confidence has gradually grown. The shyness and uneasiness of the first shows you did has diminished, since you fully acknowledged that you had full control.

You decided on what to do, how to show your body, which toys to use. Even when you allowed your viewers to pick something of their choice, it was curated to whatever you felt comfortable doing.

The power was yours all the time.

It was about to change…

When two weeks ago a private message appeared in your inbox, your heart paused for a long moment, then started into a rush.

Registered viewers could send you DMs, but your web provided e-mail address was hidden, available only to the site managers and other verified performers. Aside from regular updates about rules, porn-related newsletters and fun messages exchanged with a few cam working friends, you never received any significant mails.

Until him.

The name of the user itself has evoked such a strong reaction.

Nomadick.

One of the most popular camboys on the site, whom you knew not only due to his followers count rating him in the top three, but also because he was one of your secret little joys.

Well, considering his actual size, it was a massive joy. Had been even before you set up your own profile.

The term camboy also didn’t fit him.

With his broad frame, impressive shoulders to waist ratio, sculpted muscles, big hands and the most beautiful, thick cock? With sharp jawline softened by neatly trimmed beard and blue eyes sparkling mischievously as he stared into the camera? With his voice so deep and velvety that each of his words felt like a caress of leather on your naked skin?

He was no boy, but a man.

A man of your dreams. Of your wet, needy dreams.

You indulged in his videos and livestreams before you even joined the site yourself. And you still continued. While some of the sex workers strayed away from that source of pleasure once they got to work it from the inside, you still enjoyed it. You had a few of your favorites, but Nomadick triumphed over all.

To have him contact you directly was a somewhat of a fangirling moment for you.

His message was polite and professional, without an ounce of cockiness or lewd undertones. What you appreciated was that he started with an introduction of his real name - something so simple, but which you read as a truly respectful approach.

Steve.

You knew from now on you would be moaning it as you got yourself off watching his videos.

He wrote to you with a proposition of a co-working project. Something that never truly crossed your mind, until he suggested it.

Steve listed the reasons why he was considering a series of shows with a partner (something he hasn’t done yet himself either) and admitted that you’re the first and so far the only camgirl he had messaged about it. Keeping it professional, he suggested meeting for coffee and talking the details over.

You remembered your heart hammering in your chest and your skin tingling with heat as you approached him at the small, but quite busy cafe. It was sort of a business meeting, yet you were trembling and nervous as if it was a date.

Steve’s smile and friendly approach eased your nerves, though something in the way he eyed you a few times suggested he was probably aware of his effect on you. If he figured out that you may have gotten a little wet, Steve didn’t comment on it.

He skilfully led your conversation from comfortable small talk, to sharing some funny misadventures in your workline, to finally talking over the details of your potential cooperation.

You had a nice number of subscribers and your streams have gotten more and more viewers these past months. However, Steve’s statistics were monumentally more impressive.

From the business point of view, having your name associated with his would mean a great gain in terms of new followers and income.

Even if you weren’t itching to feel his hands on you at least once, it was an opportunity you couldn’t pass.

With the way Steve explained why he chose you, he had any remaining doubts and resistance melting away, too.

He made it clear that he watched a few of your shows; complimented the way you made the viewers feel as if they were exploring some things with you for the first time; which was what he aimed in his work, as well.

Steve’s eyes darkened slightly, causing your thighs to clench, when he mentioned how hot you sounded.

You both agreed that doing a livestream first, to gauge the public’s reaction, was the best idea to start with. If the response would be as enthusiastic as Steve predicted, you would plan on recording more videos. Perhaps even decide on a long-term cam partnership.

The following days consisted of exchanged mails: each of you listing your limits, preferences, expectations, as well your latest STD testing results. Over the phone you talked over the recording details, including choosing the place of action.

Steve left that decision to you, flexible to be at your place, if you felt more comfortable and safe in your own home. However, you decided his apartment was the best option. Not only was it considerably bigger than yours, but Steve owned better equipment. Quality was important in your line of work, or at least you liked it more polished and clean.

Preparations had you focused on the practical side, pushing aside anxious thoughts of actual sex. It was the moment you stepped out of your apartment to go to Steve’s place, that realization of what was about to happen unleashed some buzzing emotions.

It was a rush of excitement, underlaid with a softer kind of fear.

Nervousness about the performance veiled the trembling curiosity regarding intimacy with Steve.

You scolded yourself inwardly; reminding yourself of the professional angle of the whole situation, to treat it more clinical than emotional. But then Steve opened the door, wearing only a pair of low-hung sweatpants and an objective approach flew out the window.

Perhaps, if you were co-working with any other camboy, your reactions would be more restrained.

With Nomadick it wasn’t possible.

Not when you experienced so many orgasms induced by his videos, flooding your body with binding oxytocin.

Steve greeted you with a boyish smile and let you in. Being shown around his apartment as if you were simply visiting a new friend, allowed your heart rate to gradually settle down. Though it picked up its rhythm again once you stepped into his spacious bedroom.

You recognized that bed and that background. Steve often streamed from this exact place, sprawled on his bed like a king to be worshiped, basking in the golden hour’s glow.

The other place you liked in his videos was a big, comfy armchair in the corner of what looked like a library, though he hasn’t shown you that nook in his house yet.

“Do you want something to drink?” Steve asked, pointing to a dresser where a whole array of water bottles and fruit juice stood. You also noticed a basket of candy bars.

A camera was set up on a sturdy tripod in front of the bed, along with basic light equipment already put in place in the right setting. The camera was linked to a laptop, which was on a narrow table right next to it. The screen displayed Steve’s cam site.

On the bedside table Steve has prepared a bottle of lube, a box of tissues, some wet wipes and a box of condoms.

You had an implant and a part of you was more than eager to take Steve bare, but since it was your first time together using condoms felt like the right choice.

When you expressed a slight doubt on the matter, wondering if the viewers wouldn’t prefer it the other way, Steve said that they’d be into watching your pussy taking him anyway and that a creampie could be something additionally exciting for your future projects.

Build up the excitement for more.

“Not at the moment, thanks,” you replied with a smile, placing your to-go bag on the floor.

“Thought we might start soon, since we’re reaching the busiest hours on the site’s activity.” Steve said as he pulled closer a small clothes rack with free hangers for you to put your clothes and necessities on. “If you need more time, that’s okay, too.”

You smiled, feeling some of your nervousness float away at Steve’s caring and patient behavior.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “There’s really nothing that I could do to be more prepared.”

Though remembering now the size of your cock, maybe I should take a week or two of stretching my pussy…

Trying to appear confident, you took off your t-shirt and hung it on the rack. You chose a pink, floral lingerie set to wear. Even if you’d be losing them rather quickly, you enjoyed wearing pretty things.

As you unzipped your jeans, you remembered something you wanted to ask Steve earlier.

“Umm, one thing, though-”

“Yeah?” Steve glanced your way as he moved to prepare the stream to start.

“You go by Nomadick and your real name has never been revealed on the camera. I imagine there will be moments when I feel the urge to address you in some way,” you focused on your clothes, hoping your sudden embarrassment didn’t show. “How would you want me to call you?”

There was a quiet pause and when you looked up Steve was back right in front of you. His lips were curled in a soft, appreciative smile.

“You are right, I’d prefer our names to remain private. Though-” he touched your cheek with a single digit, tracing a gentle line to your lips- “calling you by your name feels the most instinctive.”

“Wha-what do you propose then?” You stood glued to the spot, mustering all your control not to quiver at his touch.

How the hell would your body react to him fucking you, if you were already quite putty in his hands?

“There's a word doll in your username. How about I call you that?”

Hearing Steve roll the pet name on his tongue sent a tingling zap to your nipples.

Your choice of username was dictated by the necessity of the job. You were never truly fond of that particular pet name, but there were already so many kittens and babies on the site that you needed to stand out in some way.

When Steve said it, suddenly it felt good.

“Sure. That’s actually perfect, I think.” Your sweet wonder soured as your brows drew into a scowl. “But I’m not convinced that calling you Nomadick would sound natural. Nor begging, please give me your dick, Dick.”

Steve laughed at that and you reciprocated with a grin of your own. However, when his mirth slowly ceased and he tilted his head down, peeking at you from beneath his ridiculously long, curved eyelashes, you felt the heat burn your lungs again.

“And what would you like to call me, doll?” He didn’t make any move to touch you again, yet somehow you felt a brush of digits right between your thighs, causing your breath to hitch as you replied:

“Sir.”

Tip of a pink tongue darted out as Steve slowly licked over his bottom lip. You felt an urge to swipe your own tongue over it, to coax him into kissing you so good you’d grind against him in need.

“Agreed,” Steve accepted your suggestion.

For a few seconds more you just looked at each other; a charged pull holding you both in a tense bubble that really called for one, delicious kind of burst.

Then Steve straightened and took a small step back, bringing you both back into reality. He returned to his task of setting up the stream, while you put final touches to your appearance.

Once you felt ready, you slowly stepped toward the bed and sat on it. You had a few poses mastered and you knew to curl your legs as you slightly leaned to the side, bracing on one arm, while your other hand gently stroked your own thigh.

Steve winked at you as he approached the bed then sat on the edge of the mattress. He faced the camera and you knew that he gave the viewers this seductive, playful smirk as he greeted everyone.

“As you can see, I have a special surprise for you tonight.” The way he said it made you giddy, as if you were the recipient who was about to get spoiled.

In a certain way, you would be, since you got to experience Steve in all of his glory.

“I’m so excited to spend this evening with YourSoftDoll-” Steve turned his face to look at you.

Your eyes met, your breath once again hitching in your lungs as he tucked a curled finger beneath your chin.

“You have good taste,” he winked at the camera, “so I’m sure you’re already familiar with her work. If not, there’s a direct link to her account. You have to check it out, it’s most delicious.”

“It is,” you chimed in, keeping your voice in that softly seductive tone you practiced for your videos. “Just like I am delicious…”

“Mhmm, can’t wait to find that out for myself.” Steve held your gaze as he moved his hand to brush down your neck and over your shoulder. “I’m sure our audience would love a taste, too.”

He eased the pink strap of your bra down your shoulder, then drew his index finger along the trim of your bra cup, tracing a hot line over the swell of your breast.

You let out a tiny sigh - a little practiced, but also elicited by your genuine reaction to Steve’s touch.

You tilted your face toward his, not quite reaching his lips.

“I want a taste of you, too.” You made your plea sound just on the edge of needy.

The way Steve’s eyes darkened suggested he wouldn't mind satisfying that need.

He splayed his fingers over your sternum then swiped them up, curling around the front of your neck as he claimed your lips. It was an intense kiss, even if it was on the more demure side compared to the open licking and messy spitting type of kissing most porn portrayed.

When Steve pulled away, it was with a slight bite to your bottom lip and his hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Let’s show this beautiful body of yours to the viewers first, doll,” he directed softly.

“Yes, Sir.” You licked your lips, nearly giggling mischievously as you saw Steve’s gaze fall back to your kiss-swollen mouth.

Steve made you sit on the edge of the bed, taking his place behind you. With how big he was, your frame in front of him didn’t obscure the sight of him too much.

With your back to Steve’s chest, you leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed in pleasure as his hands traced over your body. Steve’s touch was feather-like at first. Unexpected gentleness of that intimate introduction to each other’s bodies evoked goosebumps on your skin.

He eased his hands down your sides. Onto your thighs. Gripping your knees, he pulled them wider apart.

You wondered if his camera would catch that wet spot already forming on your pink panties.

How wet he’d get you, before discarding your underwear completely?

Steve peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he cupped your breasts. He teased your nipples through the fabric, tormenting them into hard points that were visibly straining against the lace.

When he unhooked your bra and took it off of you, you purposely hunched forward and then pushed your chest forward. You kept the slight arch of your back as you comfortably leaned back against Steve’s chest.

Your own hands were gripping and moving against Steve’s thighs. You let out soft humming noises as he caressed your sides and belly. Then a tone louder moan when his hands cupped your tits again.

Soon, the sounds and squirming weren’t heightened for the audience’s pleasure, but because Steve’s fingers were driving you mad.

He played with your breasts, tugged on your nipples, or held them pinched for a long moment - until you needled your fingernails into his thighs and rubbed against his crotch with a truly needy whine.

“So responsive, pretty doll.” Steve kissed a spot behind your ear.

One of his hands smoothed down your soft belly and dipped between your thighs. Two of his long fingers rubbed over the wet fabric of your panties.

With his other hand, he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy to the camera. A pause to let everyone get a good view, then his fingers dipped between your slick folds. He brushed them up and down, then circled your swelling clit a few times.

Steve returned his hand which had been holding the panties aside, to your throat. His grip was very light, but you felt it wasn’t about pressure, but the gesture itself which would make some of the viewers extra horny.

Honestly, you didn't expect it affecting you this much, either. But the slight pressure of his fingers had your clit throbbing.

Your own hands moved to your chest, playing with your tits as Steve teased your pussy. You rocked your hips eagerly when he rubbed your pearl in wicked eights, drawing your arousal higher and higher.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand. Wet fabric of your panties rolled back over your folds and you made a sound of protest.

You watched from your angle as Steve brought his fingers, glistening with your juices, to his lips. He sucked them into his mouth, letting out a loud purr of pleasure.

“Even more delicious than I thought.”

He kept his fingers on your neck as he bent his head to kiss you. The tangy taste of your own juices filled your senses at the sensual push of Steve’s tongue.

“I believe you also demanded a taste,” he said against your lips, but loud enough that the viewers could catch it.

“Yes!” You nodded eagerly, feeling a rush flooding you at the prospect of getting to play with his cock.

“I want you on my tongue, pushing into my throat.” You rolled your ass into his crotch harder, eliciting Steve’s groan. “Want to suck your beautiful, big dick so bad, Sir.”

Though it was your first time together, you somehow knew how to follow Steve’s clues when he got off the bed and took off his sweatpants.

Getting onto your knees, you rolled down your panties, shimmying out of them with a little giggle. Once you flung them away onto the floor, you raked your fingernails up your own thighs, until you reached your mound.

You were about to tease the audience by dipping a single finger between your folds, but Steve tsk-ed at you and your attention immediately snapped back to him.

Pumping his hard dick in his fist, he stood in a wider stance on the side of the bed.

You crawled onto your hands and knees, angling your body for the audience to have a clear view of your swaying breasts and of your profile. Especially of your mouth that was going to stretch around Steve’s girth.

Wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, you leaned forward to kiss the crown of Steve’s cock. Such a pretty shade of dark pink with a shimmering pre-cum on the tip.

You didn’t take him in your mouth right away, first nuzzling your face into the juncture of Steve’s thigh then tracing open mouthed kisses across his abdomen. The curve of a protruding vein flowing above his hip bone and disappearing into very neatly trimmed curls tempted you to lick its length.

Finally, much to your own pleasure, not only Steve’s, you ghosted your lips along his cock.

You let your hot breath tease his sensitive skin. Then you gave his underside a broad lick, flicking your tongue against his rounded tip.

Steve moaned unabashedly when you closed your lips around him. Only the tip first, then with each bob of your head an inch more. Hollowing your cheeks, you paid attention to suck extra hard each time you were pulling back.

You were unable to swallow him whole. Steve’s length and girth weren’t monstrous, but he surely was more impressive than most of the toys you used; even the ones you sometimes sucked on the camera.

Using your hand, you stroked the rest of him, smearing your drool along. Steve put his hand on the back of your head, but conscious of the viewers he used the one which wouldn’t obscure the sight of your face stuffed full of cock.

A visible, shiny string of saliva hung between your bottom lip and Steve’s dick as you pulled back. You let the audience enjoy the messy glimpse for a second, before you dipped your head down to mouth at Steve’s balls.

You were considering tasting his cock again, quite enjoying all the sounds Steve was making and the pressure of his hand on your head, but he snapped his hips away.

Unexpectedly, he flipped you onto your back.

His chuckle at your little squeak sounded criminally sinful.

Steve helped you arrange into desired position, so that your head was tilted back, almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.

Understanding his intention, you opened your mouth again, sticking your tongue out. You kept one of your legs bent at the knee, but the other - the one closest to the camera - you laid flat down and angled to the side.

The audience wouldn’t be able to see your pussy fully, but with your legs spread they would see clearly anything Steve did to it, while you were choking on his cock.

Holding the base in one hand, Steve slapped the head of his dick against your cheek then guided it into your awaiting mouth.

The push was slow, but deep. Much deeper than you took him previously.

“That’s it, doll.” Steve praised. “Relax your throat for me.”

As predicted, after the first gentle thrusts into your mouth, Steve bent forward. His fingers slipped over your drenched pussy. Three digits rubbed between your puffed folds, matching the same rhythm with which he was rocking his hips into your face. With his thumb, Steve caressed your swollen clit.

Suddenly, the softness of his touch disappeared. Only to be replaced by a sting from a swift slap.

Your body jerked in reaction. Your cry was garbled due to a cock in your throat, but judging by Steve’s sound (a mix of laugh and moan) it gave him extra pleasure.

For a few minutes it continued - slow face fucking with petting and spanking your pussy.

After Steve pulled back, letting you catch gulps of air, he bent at the waist to capture your lips in another kiss. This much messier than the previous ones, but not less seductive.

“Are you good?” He asked softly.

“Yes,” your voice was already a tad raspy and breathless.

Steve kissed you again, tongue gliding against your own more lewdly. In the back of your head you knew this one was for the show and you matched his performance, until he broke away with a growly curse.

You stayed on your back, only wiggling slightly down the mattress so your head rested properly on the soft covers, while Steve moved to the nightstand. He grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it down his length.

He walked around the foot of the bed and climbed onto the mattress. You parted your legs wider, tracing one of your hands down your belly and lower; fingertips barely touching your wet, eager pussy.

You swear your walls clenched at the look Steve gave you. It was leashed hunger for destruction.

He settled on top of you, bracing his weight on one arm. With his other hand, he guided his cock into your opening. No teasing this time, as if he couldn’t wait to feel your pussy.

The first inch stretching you open was enough to have you moan; your hands fisting the sheets. It wasn’t painful at all. It just felt so fucking good.

Steve slowly sank in, still keeping himself braced on one side, so the camera caught the best view of your bodies joining. It wasn’t until he was fully in and you were breathing heavily, your toes curling, that Steve caged you between both his arms and started really moving.

“Your cunt feels so fucking good, doll.” Steve grunted, snapping his hips against yours. “Feels like it was meant to take my cock.”

“Hnghh!” You were more coherent when recording your own videos, but your brain cells scrambled away the moment that dick speared you.

“ T’s so big-” you whimpered. “Feels so good, Sir.”

Despite knowing the preference most viewers displayed toward the female remaining pinned down and just taking the pounding, you couldn’t help your hands from touching Steve.

Your sweaty palms mapped the wide span of his back, clutching onto him on especially harsh thrusts. Fingernails nicked his skin as your arousal started peaking; your head tilting and your back arching.

Never a particularly loud lover when cumming, your cries of release were a string of stretched, high-pitched moans, but the way your body strained and writhed beneath Steve surely gave away the intensity of your orgasm.

Through which Steve fucked you mercilessly.

Eyes widening, you stared up at him as he quickened his pace. He paused for a split of a second, only to change the angle of his thrusts. Which resulted in him hitting a spot that threatened to either make you pee, or lose consciousness.

When you keened, straining your arms out to press your hands against his pelvis and push him away, Steve huffed an amused laugh.

He stopped. Withdrew even.

But you didn't use your safeword, nor safegesture that would indicate your true distress.

So the split of a second pause was your only reprieve, before Steve was rolling you onto your side. With your face facing the camera.

He closed your legs together and bent them at the knees, placing them on the mattress. Your wrists were captured in one of his big hands and held against your thigh. Which made your breasts squeeze between your arms; they’d bounce with each thrust.

Steve was kneeling. He pushed his cock back in between your swollen folds and in this position it felt even more maddening. With his free hand he gripped your hip, his fingers clenching on the soft roll of your skin.

He resumed his previous pace, depriving you of any means to fight the onslaught of pleasure.

The sounds of skin slapping could be heard by your audience, despite not setting up extra microphones. If you weren’t making so many sweetly pitiful noises, maybe they could also hear the obscenely squelching sounds of your pussy.

When Steve made you cum again, the viewers could clearly see your face - the way your lips parted on each cry, your eyes glazing over, your brows furrowing as the pleasure continued into light pain of overstimulation.

Steve’s own sounds gained in volume as he neared his own peak. His hold on you tightened. You didn’t think it was because he wanted to hold you extra hard, but because the tension rolling down his spine and into his muscles was too great.

Though spent yourself, you couldn’t resist tipping your face slightly, so you could watch Steve as he came.

His cheeks were flushed pink, his hair messy, strands slicked with sweat sticking to his forehead. His plush lips were parted as he moaned. His neck strained; a vein protruded in the redness of his skin.

You felt his cock throb inside your cunt and you experienced a pang of disappointment that you couldn’t feel him spilling deep into you.

Steve remained buried in your pussy, rocking into you in shallow moves. His gaze locked with yours, sharing a very intimate connection.

The hand holding your hip eased its grip and the sting of it was an indication of potential bruises forming there in a few hours. Still holding your wrists captive, Steve used his other hand to squeeze your breast. He gave your nipple one last pinch, grinning as your walls contracted around him in response.

A few heartbeats later Steve slowly slipped out of you.

You stretched out your legs in a lazy, cat-like manner, but remained on your side, glancing at the camera and purposely drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.

Steve walked over to the tripod and with a very satisfied grin and a cheeky wink to the viewers, he turned the camera off. Then he ended the stream.

You watched him walk into the bathroom, admiring the way the marks from your nails mixed with the bold ink of tattoos. When Steve returned, still fully naked, the condom was gone.

He walked over to you and crouched down next to the bed. His hand slid across the covers to touch squeeze your fingers.

“I’m quite biased, but that was fucking fantastic,” he flashed you a lopsided grin, which spread into a full one when you snorted.

“What do you need now?” Steve asked next, his tone soft and comforting. “Is there a ritual you go through after a session?”

“Well, it’s a bit different when I do it solo. I’m definitely less worn out then,” you pointed out. “For now I just need a moment to catch my breath and return my brain to my body. And to hold Pinkerton.”

“To what?” Steve arched a single brow at the last part.

He looked quite comical, especially compared to how hot he presented a few minutes ago, and you couldn’t help the small giggle escaping your lips.

“Open my to-go bag, please.” You pointed in the direction of your belongings. “Pinkerton is right on top.”

Pinkerton was a fluffy bunny stuffie. Despite its name, it didn’t have a spot of pink on his creamy coloring. It had a bow tie, though.

Steve was chuckling as he handed you the bunny, but you didn’t sense any judgment nor mockery from him. He rather looked simply amused. For which you couldn’t blame him.

“I’ll take a shower while you and Pinkerton have a moment.” Steve stretched as he said it. Your eyes greedily followed the whole length of him as he did so. “Then we’ll order some food. Is pizza okay?”

“More than okay,” you replied, touched by the provided aftercare which Steve made into something far beyond just cuddling after sex.

A half an hour later you were stepping into Steve’s kitchen - having showered yourself and put on some comfy clothes. He was dressed, too. In clothes he looked as impressive as he did naked.

“Pizza should be here soon.” He told you, setting down plates and glasses on the kitchen counter. “I order from this small Italian place nearby. I have to confess that they converted me from the typical American pizza to theirs. Don’t tell other Americans.”

“To be honest, I’ll probably eat any pizza, as long as it doesn't have fruit or anchovies on it.” You weren’t too picky when it came to pizza. Or burgers. Or soup.

“So-” Steve started a moment later- “I took a quick peek at the statistics. It’s too soon after the livestream to talk about actual numbers, but what we have so far is amazing. I’ve gained twenty one percent more viewers for this stream than my most popular one did in the first week.”

“Shit, that's a really good result!” You expected the numbers to be big, but you didn’t think it would be this good.

And it was only the first hour of streaming. The saved lifestream would be available for weeks to come, calling more new viewers, as well often having the previous ones revisiting.

It tempted you to check your own profile right away, to see how many new viewers browsed through your videos. But you made a resolution earlier that day to look at it only after a full twenty four hours pass.

“I know!” Steve showed the same enthusiasm as you, not playing it down as a honed porn star like him could’ve.

“We agreed to give more thought to future projects together,” he continued, “but I don’t think there are any doubts left to consider. I mean, of course, no pressure.”

You didn’t get to reply right away, because the doorbell ring announced the arrival of pizza, but you returned to the topic after the both of you swallowed down half of your slices.

“Working together would benefit us.” You took a sip of soda. “Making couples videos along with our solo performances gives more variety and heightens the chances of holding the viewers attention.”

“I agree.” Steve nodded. “I wouldn’t want either of us to give up on our brands, but rather expand them.”

“Yeah, exactly. That way people stay excited and curious about what we drop next. Will it be solo? Will it be us fucking? I’m sure we could really come up with some interesting ideas on how to make it creative.”

“Positions and toys aside,” Steve smirked, bringing a glass to his lips, “are there any ideas of what we could do that are already sprouting in that pretty head of yours?”

You felt a wave of heat fill your chest and face, but you hoped not to appear too embarrassed as you admitted the truth.

“Well-” you took a long sip of your drink, before bravely meeting Steve’s gaze.

“Some of my favorite content of yours is in that library nook, which I haven’t noticed anywhere here. I may have had a thought, or two, about being over your knees while you sat in that armchair.”

Steve’s eyes sparked. You weren’t sure if it was mischief, or desire at the image you created. Probably both.

To see a reflection of his eagerness caused your own body to react with a new flush of need for more.

“As it happens, I often am tasked with cat-sitting for my best friend.” Steve explained. “Bucky goes away for longer periods and his kitty isn’t fond of leaving the house for more than an hour or two. So I’m staying over at his place when he’s away.”

“Bucky’s aware of my work and we’ve come to an agreement that I can use the library to do streams and record videos when I’m there. I’m forbidden from his bedroom, though,” he flashed a cheeky grin.

It morphed into a seductive smirk as Steve leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“Quite a pity-” he murmured- “You would look so fucking sexy on Bucky’s dark sheets.”

Your heart jumped up. A tinge of interest fizzed into your nipples and clit, though it was more about Steve’s proximity and the sinful way he was looking at you than just the forbidden fruit of fucking on the mysterious Bucky’s bed.

“I’m not sure if my striking beauty would compensate for defiling his bed,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe not.” Steve shrugged, not the least apologetic. “But a session in the library? We’re totally doing that.”

He took another big bite of pizza, before adding: “It would allow for a really good close-up on your cute ass and your holes taking fingers, or toys.”

You almost choked at his words. For which he was unrepentant as well, winking at you as he stuffed his mouth with puffy crust.

Perhaps you should spend some time assessing risks of this co-operation, because you found yourself immensely eager to shoot a hundred videos and more with Steve, of whatever wicked, hot things he wanted to do to you. Just because it would be with him…

#fic rec smut #fic rec steve rogers

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