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Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader
Summary: Steve tells you the truth.
This is the next part in the Greatest series.
A/N: This is not as kinky as I promised. I had to cut this in two because I'm in the mood for love, so this has plot with the porn. Hope you like it anyway! #KinktoberMaybe
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, fast start to slow burn, idiots in love, angst, secrets, sexual frustration, good girl kink, public sex acts, manual sex, teasing, edging, Captain kink, praise/degradation kink, dirty talk, graphic sloppy oral. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.
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Steve glared at Bucky, silently daring him to say it. He had the urge to punch something and Bucky’s mug was very convenient at the moment. 
The only thing holding him back was the fact that Bucky was 100% correct.
“Let me get this straight. You had her. Or she had you rather, in the palm of her hand. And you left her there to take a shower and let her walk out the door?”
Steve thought back to what he was thinking when he made that decision. He realized that he wasn’t thinking, but panicking. He didn’t want the rush of hormones and emotions that flooded him after your beautiful mouth made him lose control. So he retreated to the shower, hoping and praying that you would follow him, and absolve him of having to make the decision.
All he needed was that one overture from you to make rushing forward with you before having a proper conversation.
But your pride was stronger than the physical need you had, and when you walked in the bathroom, you just fixed your face and reapplied your lipgloss, smoothing your dress down your body and looking at your ass in the full length mirror before you gave the shower a side eye when you walked out the door.
“None of it was supposed to happen… it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. I wanted to talk to her first. Before we… But she is so… I just wanted to do it right…”
Bucky shook his head. 
“You missed your chance at that, Punk. You could have told her on your date…or when we landed…or in the room, before you did disrespectful things to her.”
“Shut your trap, Jerk.”
Steve looked around the bar as people walked by. He sometimes regretted that he told Bucky everything. 
“... or at breakfast, before she sucked out what little brain cells you have…”
Steve downed his drink as he listened to his friend accurately recount his failures.
“Hey.”
Steve looked up into his best friend’s eyes.
“It’s not too late. The problem is that you riled her up and left her hanging. You better find her before one of these insanely handsome Italian men do.”
“Shit.”
Bucky chuckled as he watched Steve hurry out of the hotel and into the streets of the fishing village. He had to find you and tell you the truth.
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You loved your little sister, but she was being a monumental pain in the ass.
Hey, Sissy!
Just want to let you know that Topher and I and the rest of the peeps (except Steve of course) are going to Paris! D invited us!
I’ll send you lots of pics to post. The most romantic place on earth, eek! Enjoy the yacht ride and the accommodations. We’ll pick you up at the end of the week.
Go easy on Steve, don’t hurt him! ;)
You saw the message twenty minutes after Aria sent it, and she wasn’t picking up your calls. 
Now you were trapped in Italy with the asshole who liked to play mind games.
Great.
You looked over at the tall dark handsome stranger who was looking at you from the cafe across the street. You smiled as you realized that Steve Rogers wasn’t the only game in town.
Steve’s morning was spent searching high and low in Riomaggiore. But it was Bucky’s text that sent him flying back to the room.
Gonna take Aria and crew to Paris for the rest of the week. Don’t ask.
I can handle the two hour flight. You concentrate on Y/N, Aria wants you two to have alone time.
I gotta tell you though, Sharon thought she saw her with an Italian dude, btw…
Steve was shook when he found that you had cleaned out your stuff from the room that you were forced to share. 
He had no idea where you were.
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Hours later, you were enjoying coffee at a different cafe, alone. Luca was indeed handsome, and charming. But you weren’t quite feeling him like you wanted to. He showed you some sights, but after spending a wonderful afternoon with him, you decided you needed time to get out of your head.
So you went and got your things and transferred them to Aria’s suite. It was much more spacious than the room you’d shared with Steve. He deserved space from the horrible bitch who’d ruined his trip.
The best thing to do was to give him some space on his unintended vacation. You were a big girl. You could take care of yourself. And you needed some down time from taking care of everyone else. You would go to activities planned for Aria and Topher this week, get social media content, post it later, and make it seem as if her honeymoon was twice as long as it was. 
It was win-win.
So why did it feel as if you’d lost something?
You looked down into your cup of coffee as if you could read your future there and you heard a familiar voice.
“There you are!”
You looked up into the cerulean eyes of Steve Rogers.
You stared as he started talking.
“Listen. I know I fucked up. But let me explain.”
You scowled at him.
“Do all asshole men have the same script or something? That is one of the most basic sentences ever.”
You got out your wallet and put some euros, gathered your shopping bags and stood up.
“Y/N, I know I’m a basic bitch, but please hear me out.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at Steve’s attempt at the vernacular. But you kept walking out of the cafe. You knew he was following you, but you kept it moving to the corner as you stopped to hail a taxi.
Steve was anxious, but he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight again. 
“I’ve rented a Vespa. I can give you a ride.”
His deep voice so close was doing things to you, but you just gave him a side eye over your shoulder.
Steve gave you a side smile in response and motioned down the street to the small red machine. You squinted at it.
“Will you, me, and my bags fit on that little bitty thing?”
“We’ll make sure we fit.”
Steve leaned toward you and gabbed your bags from you, fingers brushing against yours, sparking electricity. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you chased your purchases. 
“You’re not the boss of me!”
Steve stopped abruptly and turned around, causing you to stop inches from him.
“You’re right. Do you want me to leave you alone? Or do you want an explanation.”
You huffed up at him, heart beating a mile a minute at the deep bass of his voice.
“What if I want both? I need… I need to know the reason and I need to think. You’re a fucking enigma!”
Steve smiled down at you.
“I know. And I apologize. You don’t deserve the mind games.”
You exhaled.
“Thank you for that.”
“So. Do you want to go back to… wherever you’re staying tonight and talk tomorrow, or go somewhere and talk tonight and I give you space after… or….”
You realized that Steve was hurt that you moved out of the room as you looked into his eyes.
“I moved into Aria’s suite. To give you some space…”
“I don’t want… I mean. I get it.”
Steve was looking down now.
“Let’s go talk. Still have the yacht booked for tomorrow, that would be a great time for me to think.”
You watched Steve’s adam’s apple bob as he thought of you in a swimsuit.
“Cool. Let’s go.”
Steve led you to the scooter and secured your bags on the back of the Vespa as you got your helmet on. He put his helmet on and looked back at you as you climbed on behind him.
You had to be careful to tuck your dress properly, and you could have sworn that Steve licked his lips as he watched you. You decided to ignore that as you settled in.
You held on to Steve’s slim waist as loosely as you could, but you ended up with your hands dangerously close to where your mouth was this morning. You tried not to think of it as you took in the scenery and zipped through the town. Steve seemed to know his way around.
You turned into a parking area.
“The Via dell'Amore?, really Steve?”
“It’s a beautiful view. I’m not trying to mess with your mind, Y/N.”
You were wary, but you followed his lead to the trail. You were blown away as you stepped on the pathway proper and you felt Steve’s heat close behind you. It was a narrow path.
“Amazing isn’t it?”
“It’s breathtaking!”
You looked back at Steve and he smiled when he saw your face. 
“I’m glad that you like it.”
You two started to walk, and you found out that Steve had been stationed at Pisa and that’s why he knew Cinque Terre so well. 
“I bet you brought a lot of girls up here.”
You didn’t know why you cared. But he was supposed to be explaining himself.
“Fewer than you’d think. There was one local girl, but I haven’t had many relationships.”
“Oh.” 
You bit your lip as you overthought.
“I would have thought that someone who looked like you would have people falling at your feet.”
“Really?” Steve appraised you. “I might say the same for you.”
You laughed.
“I’m not everyone’s type.
“And I’ve never been more grateful to be an individual.”
You shook your head.
“Look Steve, I am really sorry for how I acted on our date. It was so wrong of me to assume about your upbringing. I understand your need to get back at me…”
“Wait. Do you think that last night and this morning was about getting back at you?”
Steve had stopped and was looking into your eyes.
“Well…”
Steve put his hands on your arms and shook his head.
“That wasn’t what that was. Man, I am such an idiot. I need to explain.”
Steve spied a stone bench that overlooked the water and led you over to it.
“This is about my childhood. And yours. About us…”
“What are you talking about, Steve?”
“What do most people ask you about your background?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Most people ask me how I became Aria’s publicist.”
Aria starred in a Disney sitcom as a teen and her recording and acting career took off from there. There were plenty of sharks, but you knew the business. When you finished college, you made sure that she would never be exploited again.
“I figured, but what about you? You’re pretty talented yourself, right? You acted a bit when you were younger, didn’t you?”
You did a double take. Not many people knew that about you.
“You’ve been researching me, Captain Rogers?”
Steve’s stomach flipped when you called him that, but he answered you.
“Not exactly. Maybe. Sort of. I know things.”
Steve plowed ahead. You decided to play along.
“So… yeah. I was in Betcha By Golly Wow when I was 10-12 years old. I played young Vanessa.”
You thought back to the days when you were considered one of the most promising young actors on broadway. You even had a Tony nomination somewhere in storage. What a time that was in your life. Aria was a toddler and your parents were still alive. It was before you had to grow up so fast. You adored Aria, but back then you were able to do something you loved in the most glorious way. 
Your arms raised goosebumps as you looked into Steve’s eyes. Something was prickling your intuition.
Steve nodded at your response as though he knew what you were going to say.
“What was your favorite part about performing on Broadway?”
“Well….”  
You looked at him again, getting this strange feeling of deja vu. There was something about this exchange that was giving you the feels.
“My favorite part of being on a Broadway show was making people happy. I loved hearing the audience sing along and laugh at my lines. I used to love the finale because everyone in the audience always got on their feet and danced along.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” 
You were breathless now. It couldn’t be. You had to be crazy.
“And after the show, I used to meet as many people as possible. And talk to them. I was thrilled when they wanted my autograph and said that they wanted to come back to see the show again. It was such a privilege to make someone’s day.”
“D’you remember any of the people that you talked to?”
“There were some that stood out.”  
You were looking at Steve in a new light now. 
“...Like the time Audra McDonald came by. And Sheryl Lee Ralph. My heroes.”
“Are those the only ones you remember?”
“I loved when we did special matinees for schools. There was one time, when we were paid by the Stark Foundation to give personalized tours for boys from a group home who were interested in acting…”
“I bet that was a real treat for them.”
You squinted at Steve, trying to erase 20 years from his face.
“Yeah. I bet. But, as you probably know very well, 12 year old boys can be assholes. I was assigned this asswipe of a kid named Brock, and he demanded that I kiss him behind the kitchen set, he also tried to feel me up, and I slapped him.”
You shook your head at the memory. Then your brow furrowed and you looked back up at Steve.
“He started to manhandle me and I got scared, because he was so much bigger than me. He grabbed my arm and all of a sudden, this scrawny little kid named Grant…”
You cocked your head sideways at Steve, almost certain now. You continued.
“…This smallish kid named Grant jumped on his back from nowhere, and managed to distract him. Of course, Brock started to get him good, but I picked up a baseball bat from the stage props and together we got him to leave us alone. I ended up…”
Your voice trailed off as the emotion of that day came back. You couldn’t believe you had blocked this all out.
“Smallish?” Steve snorted. “He was a runt.” 
He smiled at you and your heart did a thing. 
“I’m guessing.”
You smiled and nodded. 
“Right.”
“And I bet that you took that Grant kid to your dressing room and cleaned him up. Because Brock tagged him in the nose pretty good.”
You looked at Steve’s beautifully crooked nose.
“You probably taught him the dance in the second act. Even the slow dance that the grown-ups did….”
Steve trailed off, lost in the moment so long ago.
That moment when you first stared into the same blue eyes that you were looking into now came back and took your breath away.
“Great guesses. And I bet you can also surmise that I was taller than him.”
You smiled softly as you remembered the way his hand trembled at your waist, but the boldness in the way he stared at you. You bit your lip as you remembered the innocent kiss on the cheek that you gave him as he left.
Steve was blushing now, looking down at his hands as he smiled at the memory.
“Yeah. He probably hadn’t had his growth spurt yet. But I bet that didn’t matter to him. You were probably… No definitely the most beautiful girl that kid had ever seen. And that kid never forgot that day. Or you. He probably never got over it.”
You two stared at each other for a long time it seemed. You broke the silence first.
“Steven Grant Rogers.”
Your eyes appreciated his body in a new light. 
“A growth spurt indeed.”
Steve flushed again.
“I wanted to tell you at dinner, but then…”
“I assumed shit and was rude as hell.”
“Yes…”
You scoffed as Steve laughed.
“…And I didn’t know how to tell you what I’ve wanted to since the day I found out you were Aria’s sister. The first time you stepped on the plane, you didn’t recognize me the way I recognized you. And I admit, I felt some kind of way.”
You cocked your head at him.
“You were salty? Why? You've been stalking me for 20 years and I ruined your chance to make you fall in love with me?”
You were joking but Steve didn’t laugh. 
“I’m not a stalker. But I really never forgot you. I did move on. Bucky and I enlisted together and I had other relationships. But there was this ideal girl in my head that no one could ever live up to. I gave up on finding the one, because I thought the one was somewhere out there that I would never reach. And then you walked on my plane and…”
“Wait. Your plane?”
“Well.. yeah. Bucky and I own two jets, and we lease them.”
“Oh. Topher presented it as if he owned it.”
Steve rolled his eyes. 
“Anyway. Here you were. And you virtually ignored me. And then I managed to get a date with you and you were…”
“An asshole. I know.”
“Just.. not the same girl I had in my head.”
“Oh. So you’re disappointed?”
Your heart sank for some reason.
“No. You have grown up. You know who you are and speak up about it. But you challenge me, you care so much about everyone else, and you’re so fucking intelligent. And that body…”
You thrilled at that statement.
“You’re so much better than the fantasy I’d built in my head. I was intimidated.”
“You didn’t seem intimidated last night. Or this morning.”
You moved closer to him, craving…something.
“I wasn’t planning on having to sleep in the same bed as you. I couldn’t help myself.”
Steve’s hand touched your arm and moved up your neck.
“It’s like I’m drawn to you on a string… I…and this body… you’re not a little girl anymore.”
Steve looked down your cleavage and then drew away. You felt disappointed.
“I wanted to talk to you before… if… anything happened.”
Steve looked out over the water.
“And I just know that if I… if we… took it there. It would be the point of no return.” 
He looked back over to you.
“You wouldn’t be able to get rid of me.”
Your eyes were on Steve’s lips.
“So it’s like that?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“You mean to tell me that I would be dickmatized? I couldn’t quit you if I tried.”
Steve smiled cockily at you.
“Pretty sure that would be the case…”
“Try me.”
And suddenly you were on Steve’s lap, your hands in his hair as you kissed his lips and demanded entry with your tongue. You ground your crotch on him, bringing his cock to life through his pants. His hands went to your waist, thumbs caressing your sides as he took possession of your mouth. He groaned and one hand moved up to your nape, grabbing the hair there to separate you from him.
“We can’t…you’re trying to get me to fuck you on the side of a public cliff.’
You whined as Steve attacked your neck, nipping and biting you, surely leaving marks. Your clit was quivering from the pleasure and your whines got louder.
“Need you Steve…”
The last 24 hours felt like a giant tease. 
“You need time to think, remember? We’re caught up in emotion now… time to.. Fuck… think.”
“Yes. You’re right. Thinking is for winners. Not fucking like mindless animals. Wouldn’t want you to fuckme from behind like an animal with that big dick…”
“I’m so hard right now, I’d need to struggle to fit it in that tight little hole…”
You whimpered.
“It would be so easy right now. ‘M so wet…”
Steve groaned.
“Ok.. that’s it.”
He lifted you off of his lap and all you could do was look down on his hardon, disappointed. He lifted your chin to look in your eyes.
“You really will have us arrested.”
He nodded toward a security camera.
“Let’s go back to our separate rooms. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Yes, join me on the yacht tour we can have a great discussion in our bathing suits. Swim in the ocean. Get all wet…”
Steve shook his head at you and grabbed your hand.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
He led you back down the path to the Vespa and kissed you after you put your helmet on.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, y/n. I will give you anything you ask for. And you asked for space.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, even if I ask you to?”
“You’re incorrigible,” Steve laughed at your antics.
You kept your hands in neutral places on the ride back to the hotel, resting your chin against Steve’s leather-clad back. Steve caressed your hand with his as he drove. He walked you back to your new suite, and when you reached the door you leaned back against the wall.
“Do you want to come… in?”
Steve smiled at you. 
“More than anything… but I won’t..”
You pouted up at him, chipping away at his resolve. You cursed yourself for saying you needed time alone.
“Can I have a kiss, Captain?”
Steve chuckled, moving closer to you.
“Of course…”
You dropped your bags when he leaned down, your tongue laved his lips and when he opened, you sucked his tongue. Steve moaned into your mouth as your hands came up and tugged on his hair. That was a hot wire straight to his cock. His hands began to wander, large fingers playing with your nipples through your bodice. Your sensitive buds were straining against the lace and the cotton as he teased you.
“This dress…the way you look in it. And the way you feel…”
“You’re making me so hot, Steve. Want you. Need you…I’m dripping for you.”
You pressed yourself close to him, standing on tiptoe to return the favor of marking his neck, making him reach down and gather up the hem of your dress.
“Is that so?”
And his fingers dipped into the lace of your sodden panties, moaning as he felt you.
“Fuck this feels so good, Doll. You are so slick…oh my god…”
He started to finger fuck you with two thick fingers as his thumb twirled your plucky button.
You were holding on to his shoulders for dear life at this point.
“S-steve! Fuck!”
“When you go in here. By yourself. Alone.”
It was like he was trying to convince himself. And he was.
“Don’t touch yourself. I’m claiming this pussy as mine. And I don’t want you to touch it. Be a good girl and save your orgasm for me.”
You were about to cum on the palm of Steve’s hand, so you would agree to anything.
“Jesus Steve… yes, yes! Whatever you say.”
He withdrew his hand, holding your glare as you watched him suck his fingers off, angry that your orgasm was denied. You didn’t want to be defiant, but you needed retribution.
“Then you can’t touch that cock. No matter how hard you get tonight.”
Steve gulped.
“Don’t waste any of that delicious cream on the floor or any where that I am not there to lick it off of you. If you are not going to cum inside me tonight, you better not do it anywhere.”
He smiled at your possessiveness.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He leaned down and kissed your nose.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry. You know that?”
You smiled up at him and turned around to the wall within the cage of his arms.
“I’m much cuter when you’re hitting it from the back, or so I’m told.”
Steve felt a mixture of jealousy and lust as you stuck your ass out and ground on his hard cock through your dress and his pants. He pushed his wet fingers in your mouth as his other hand went back to your pussy, teasing you to the edge again, as he molded you to his fingers.
“Such a fucking brat. I should fill all your holes…”
Your body throbbed as you thought of being used by Steve in that way.
You begged for it.
“Please Captain…”
Steve growled as he abandoned your pussy again and fell to his knees, pulling your dress up and your panties down. He pulled your hips backward so that he had access to your sopping wet crease. He needed to shut you up, and this was the best thing he could think of although you were in the middle of a public hotel hallway. Of course, he wasn’t thinking clearly since there was no blood in his brain.
Steve’s lips suckled at your clit like a man dying of thirst and just when your vision started to blur, his rude tongue forged a path up your folds to your tight ring of muscle, where he boldly dipped inside you. You grabbed his hair as he gave you a taste of what he wanted to do to you, but once again, you were denied the ultimate pleasure. He stopped just before you came all over his face.
Your head was spinning as he turned you around and fixed your dress. You looked up at him, surprised that he was upright, and that you were not on your knees next.
“Now be a good girl and get some rest.” 
He put your bags back in your hand and kissed your temple, then retreated across the hall as you opened your door. 
“G’night,” he said as you held the door open, as if offering an invitation.
“Sweet dreams,” you responded, letting the door swing closed as you pulled your dress over your head, giving him a glimpse of the lilac lace beneath your dress.
Steve’s first urge was to break the door down when it latched closed, but instead he just stood there and collected himself as he looked around for the exit and took the stairs down to his room to burn off some steam.
You leaned against the wooden door of your room, hoping in vain to cool down the fire that Steve Rogers had stoked inside of you.
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