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Thirty-Three Minutes (S.R.)

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: professor Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 1700

Summary: Giving your fiancé a nice gift was all you intended.

You receive back more than you bargained for.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut (light bondage, light D/s, edging, oversimulation, hand kink (?), term ‘babygirl’ (no daddy kink), hints of dacryphilia, mirror kink and professor kink (if you squint)), language

A/N: Either a standalone (because it’s just a prof Steve, established relationship and filth) or a part of the Attached series. Figures that I'll return to Prof Rogers for filth. Sorry?

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The sound falling from your lips was unhuman – a sob, a mewl, a plea – but you had no capacity to feel truly embarrassed. No time.

It was too much – so much and yet not enough – your body set on fire and yet standing too far from its satisfying heat.

And that bastard knew it. He knew it and you knew he did, because even though your vision blurred, starting to swim in tears, you could feel his intent gaze on you, his smile, so deliciously dark, his low voice whispering the filthiest praise as you tried to buck into the soft teasing touch of his fingertips.

It was all your fault, you were aware.

But how could you have known? You had just wanted to give him a present worthy of his standing and age. You had been saving so meticulously, barely keeping it secret from him, only to be rewarded by his utter awe when he opened his only gift for his fortieth birthday. A new quality watch; not a Rolex, but expensive and luxurious enough. He showed you exactly how much he appreciated it shortly after inspecting the watch and lid them carefully back in the box to put on later.

You had not expected the present to backfire like this. You had not expected the things done to your gut, to your poor core, to your hindbrain, sending indecent thoughts about how damn well his hands looked, adorned with a piece of practical jewellery.

You had no damn idea what it was what had you squirming; the testament to his position? The testament to power he might not hold over half the world like some fancy CEO would, but certainly over you? The way the leather bound his wrist so gently and perfectly, like a second skin, contrasting with the beautifully raised veins on the back of his hands?

It didn’t matter. What did matter was that he was doing something so awfully mundane like grading essays at his desk while you were supposed to be working on your thesis and… and you were staring. You couldn’t-- you couldn’t possibly form a single coherent thought about history of literature or whatever the topic of our thesis was when he hadn’t even changed from his shirt, only rolled out the sleeves, and sat there like this in your view. His fingers held the pen so elegantly, his other hand laid by the paper, the soft glint of the watch catching your eye every time he moved, drawing your gaze to his hands like a magnet.

Those damn hands. Soft and gentle. Large and strong. So sinfully talented. He could have you fall apart for him in a matter of minutes just by teasing you with those long dextrous fingers; and the image your mind had conjured, the image of your juices straining those elegant fingers on the very hand wearing those watch was just-

“Babygirl, you keep watching me like that and I’ll have to do something about it,” he said light-heartedly, unaware of your panties being shamefully soaked already, core weeping at the emptiness and acute need to be filled.

But Steve had a sharp mind; he understood soon enough. And he understood what precisely it had been that riled you up so much and way too fast, a smirk curling up those plump lips, hand cupping your chin to steal your breath with a filthy kiss, his free hand pushing your laptop aside and pulling you to your feet just to kiss you over and over as he walked you back to the mirror.

Fuck, the filthy gorgeous picture. Possessive hands sprawled over your stomach, over your pubic bone, as his fingers slipped under your leggings to tease you; pulling them down so you could watch as he dipped his fingers in your slick.

“My girl’s making such a mess for me, look at that, babygirl, isn’t that a sight…”

Coming almost untouched, a tingly feeling spreading to your toes as his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright and press you firmly to his front, to let you feel what you were doing to him. He had you on a bed so fast afterwards, propped up on the headboard so you could watch, with your hands tied so you had to take whatever he was giving, legs spread wide so he could fit his broad shoulders between them and lick an indulgent stripe all from your opening to your clit, beard burning against your sensitive flesh, only to return to work with his hands.

That gorgeous smart bastard, having you all figured out. Using his new watch, a gift from you, to time you, to time how fast he could push you over the edge for the second time. And then again, trying faster. And again.

And now. Fuck--- now. Now was the real torture.

“Steve, please-“ you whispered, voice hoarse, cunt clenching around nothing as he withdrew his fingers again, all but a fingertip petting your slick swollen petals, your thighs trembling with exertion.

“Shh, love…” he hummed soothingly, free hand pushing your hips down to keep you still, taking away his touch altogether to turn his wrist and look at the watch pointedly, his fingers coated in your slick glistening in the low light on the nightlamp, causing to try and fight against his hold. More. You needed more, you needed it right now. “It’s only been twenty-three minutes, babygirl. You can hold on for a little bit while longer.”

“No! Steve, please, please, pretty please-“ you babbled, word slurring, because gods, you could not. You needed him to make you come again, for the last time, your body was strung so tight, like a string on a violin the menace of your fiancé knew how to play all too well.

“Oh sweetheart, you beg so prettily. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you…”

The praise washed over you like a tide wave, a shiver running down your spine, a tingle in your lower belly.

He released your hips, only to grab your thighs, spreading them further, tasting you again, tongue circling your clit and sending your head spinning, the tug at your insides almost violent, causing you to pull at the binds around your hands on instinct – you were so so close now, if he could only-

“No!” you your cried out breathlessly as he stopped and rested his forehead under your heaving breasts instead, placing a torturously soft kiss above your belly button.

Your thoughts were a never-ending spiral of please, please, please, Steve, love, please, I need to cum, I need to--- I need you to fuck me, please, please, PLEASE, I need it and there was no way out, no way out but through your safeword, but you wouldn’t, no, he called you his good girl and you were so close, your whole body burning and if he could only do one thing, if he could just--- Please, please, your fingers, your mouth, your-

Then, a sudden clarity, a deep inhale and exhale. You licked your lips.

“Professor, please-“

His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, sending a thrill and a sparkle of hope through your veins. He looked up from his spot, eyes impossibly dark, traces of your juices on his lips, on his beard. His mouth curled in a smirk, your racing heart stumbling in your chest.

“Oh babygirl…” he whispered, his thumbs petting the junction of your thighs, bringing the sweet sweet relief closer to your reach. His lips traced a line over the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your flesh, a breathy chuckle warming your already burning skin and you let your head lull back, revelling in the sensation. “That’s playing dirty. Naughty girl…”

Two fingers entered you without warning, but with a fabulous sensation of bliss, aiming straight for your g-spot, stretching you deep, over and over, curling and hitting an even better spot, his mouth ghosting over your collarbone, over your jaw and you panted.

“Yes, yes-“

Your chant was cut off by Steve’s lips, swallowing your sounds of pleasure and letting you taste your own, bringing you rapidly to the brink of a white-hot orgasm—

Only to pull away from your lips with a wet pop, his fingers stilling.

You snapped your eyes open to find Steve with a downright menacing smile on his kiss-swollen lips, horrible realization washing over you and causing your vision to blur anew.

“Steve-“

“So naughty…” he mused, pulling his fingers out as he retreated, admiring his hand – the very image you had daydreamed about, slick-coated long fingers of the hand where his new watch remained seated comfortably – before he used your juices like a paint, tracing a pattern on your inner thigh and you knew. You realized your terrible misstep, which would only prolong your most delightful torture. “I think you deserve another ten minutes as punishment, what do you say?”

You never got the chance to answer, soft fingertips having returned to their teasing, hungry lips stealing any words of protest from your lips.

By the time a few tears actually rolled down your cheek, your ten minutes clearly having passed, Steve had you boneless and soaking his hand and the sheets alike. Your release, coming with releasing your hands as well and letting you lie breathless and without a single coherent thought in your mind, came with Steve’s release as well, when he spooned you from behind, taking what was rightfully his with all but wordless encouragement from your side.

He held you close, chaining kiss after kiss wherever his lips could reach, the most tender of praises whispered to your skin lulling you to sleep.

Perhaps your choice of a gift was the best decision you had ever made, was your last thought. The best, right after sending the wrong attachment and saying yes to not only a date, but eventually, to Steve’s proposal as well.

Seeing what a damn watch on Steve’s hand had done to you, you were both wondering what a sight of a wedding band on his ring finger would do. But you still had some time before you’d figure that out…

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Thank you for reading 💕 and potentially for your feedback 🥰

Really, blame @murdock-and-the-sea and this pic sent in the wrong/good time 🤐

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anika-ann · 15 days

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EHHH THERE'S AN ASK GAME GOING ON? Hi Anika <3 (you probably know which pair i'm going to ask but Imma ask anywayy >:D C - Crying// U - Underwear // Z - Zones = for my beloved couple Attached Professor!Rogers and Reader <333

Oh Jam! I have no idea which pairing you were going to choose! (affectionate, so so affectionate 💕 can't believe you still love them🥺)

I also see you woke up today and chose violence. Professor Rogers approves.

Alright. Here goes. Answers to this ask game under cut (cause year, sorry, 18+ , very)

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Our dear prof loves having fun with you, loves to tease and edge you, all smirks and smugness, but crying is a no-no for him. He had seen your tears before and they are associated with so much pain, yours and his, that making you cry is simply not on him mind.

The stupid poem slander after you started dating. Your father's harsh judgement. His own struggles after getting shot and telling you to just lose the ring if that was what you wanted. Just no.

He had taken the edging too far once, actually making you cry as you begged him and the way his body physically recoiled at the pain in his gut, the absolute dread and despise he felt was everything but a turn-on. He was the sweetest afterwards, a profoundly loving aftercare, even as you hadn't used your safeword and he most certainyl did not judge you; however he did cackle a little when you felt better about half an hour later and shyly asked him if he could finish what he started and get you off. He very much did.

He got extremely cautious after that; a blessing and curse, because he became the king of edging. He knows exactly how far he can push, he absolutely revels in hearing you beg and mewl sweetly; and to his shock, he found out he very much does enjoy the tears if they come after, just a few of them rolling out at how intense the release gets, how sweetly the relief tastes. He needs to be cautious to use his mouth or hands or toys to do that; if he was inside he, he'd lose it at the sight alone🤭✨

As for if he ever cried, it was once. After the incident with the ring and your reconcilliation, it hit him a few days after, when you made love again - that he really almost pushed you over the edge and lost you. He comes and the emotions just crush him; you hold him through it, tajen aback, but as gentle as you know he would be to you, your heart quiverring as much as his lips do for a few moments.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Steve is a simple guy; you kiss him, a little deeper than usual, and he knows what you want and he's happy to hop on that train of thought. You rake your nails over his thighs - it doesn't even have to be the insight of his thighs - and he's getting putty in your hands. Expect for one part that's growing very hard. Speaking of hard parts, there isn't any more direct message than brshing your fingers right there, right? He is not immune.

He is even less immune when you climb up his lap and kiss his just about anywhere.

One zone that surprised you and actually took you a rather long time to figure out was his forearms. You genuinely didn't realize - it is most definitely a turn on for you when he rolls up his sleeves and shows off his hands and forearms and you just like running your fingers over it. You know he knows that a peek of his forearms, especially when framed by those sleeves, drives you wild, but what you didn't realize was that it was invitation for you to touch him and drive him just as crazy.

Once you know, you take advantage, alright 😌

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Well you can be sure he has a thing for stockings and he doesn't scoff at other lingerie either.; but taht doesn't mean he cannot appreciate simple. Just because you look extremely tempting to him in lingerie, it doesn't mean he's mainyl interested in what's under 😏

As for his own underwear, he's simple guy. Boxers, usually in plain colour, no crazy patterns except for three pairs of Christmas ones you bought him. He can simp, alright; it just made you so happy and you bought matching pairs of panties and it made him smile whenever he saw it on you. And you'd better believe he loves to match, tying yourself to you, even if you two are the only ones to know.

He had lost a silly bet to you once, resulting him having to wear the stupidiest most ridiculous pair of boxers on a day when he went to the gym and had to change in front of a few guys he knew. He was not amused (he was, a little, but don't tell anyone) - he however enjoyed taking his revenge.

What revenge, you ask? Well. If he's going in stupid boxers, than you're going commando to a dinenr with him with a skirt that barely reached just above your knees after he had played with you, teased you and left you soaking and unsatisfied. You could tell he was extremely cautious to make sure you considered it risqué but agreed to do it for the adventure though, because he's a little shit, but not a dick, definitely not to you.

He teased you all night too, even if with less direct touches; he was dlighted to see you still soaking once you got home, all happy to check for that with your back pressed to the door the second they closed behind. Check with his fingers and mouth. He cleaned every. Damn. Drop. And of course, rewarded you for being so so good for him🫠🫠

Hope you're happy with the answers, dear 🥰 Thank you so much for participating💕

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