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Greater

Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader

Word count:~3K

Summary: You let Steve know how you felt about him leaving you hanging.

This is part two to Great.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, secrets, sexual frustration,allusion to dildos, Captain/Sir kink, praise/degradation kink, tight t-shirt and grey sweats on Steve, dirty talk, graphic sloppy oral, make receiving, face slapping. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.

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Steve knew he should have avoided you when he came through the hotel lobby after his run to go back up to the room, but you eating breakfast solo on the terrace made him feel some kind of way. He watched as you gazed out over the Gulf of Genoa, feeling like a heel for leaving you in bed alone, but if he had stayed, you two would still be there.

Having you the way he did last night did not help his heart problem right now. You were taking up too much space in it, and he was afraid that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. It couldn’t be. It was too soon for you. He’d fallen for you the moment he first saw you, and you didn’t even know when that was.

Your sister Aria, as clueless as she was, told your story: you hadn’t been with a man in a long time. Last night was just dumb luck for Steve, and physical need for you.

Being forced to stay in a space with such close quarters presented him the opportunity to get close to you, but it was disconcerting. He didn’t expect to be able to touch and kiss your most intimate places last night, but giving you pleasure was everything he’d dreamed of and more.

After putting you right to sleep, Steve felt a sense of accomplishment. But as he held you, he felt like a fraud, and soon escaped to go for a run on the beach to clear his head and calm his body.

Steve wanted nothing more than to give you more of the physical, which you clearly wanted. But what you needed was the truth. What he needed was your heart.

He looked down at his watch when he got a notification that Bucky had texted and planned to escape to the room, but when he looked back up, he was caught.

——

After you awoke in bed alone, you got out of bed and showered, frustrated. And why wouldn't you be?

Steve gave you the best head of your life last night, didn’t let you return the favor, and then ghosted you. You looked in the mirror and tried to figure out if your pussy was broken or something.

At least Jake appreciated it.

You nodded as you tried to convince yourself that a hunk of latex was sentient.

Aria texted you that she and Topher were staying in their suite today, and to reschedule the yacht ride. Your troubles were forgotten as you once again tried to move heaven and earth for your darling little superstar sister.

Aria’s change of plans, despite being a pain in the ass, was a definite plus. You could spend the day exploring this beautiful town on your own.

You sat on the terrace solo, after trying in vain to obtain another room in the sold out resort. You were torn between pettiness and being a simp for Steve Rogers. The sound of the ocean sent your mind drifting back to the night before, how good Steve’s hands and mouth felt on you. You shivered, and you felt the hair raise on the back of your neck.

You looked around, and finally, behind you, to catch Steve’s eyes, as blue as the Gulf, watching you. You gulped, and before you could stop yourself, waved him over. You saw him blanch, hesitate, but come over. You frowned.

He clearly couldn’t stand you, but you were going to set the record straight.

You weren't going to spend this whole week on pins and needles with him.

No way.

—--

Steve approached you hesitantly, squaring his shoulders to combat his nerves. He stood before you in military posture, hands behind his back. When you looked him up and down and raised your eyebrow, almost ready for anything, he couldn’t help the smile that began to form on his face.

You were trouble.

You watched Steve approach and your stomach did a somersault. Damn, he was fine. The sweat at the collar of his t-shirt, which was hanging on to his torso for dear life, was some kind of powerful magic. Your panties were about as damp. And when he stopped in front of you, perfect posture, cock so close, well, it took serious willpower to not get down on your knees in front of all these people.

You looked up at his sexy smirk. Damn him. You needed to know what was up.

“Morning, y/n. Did you sleep well?”

You crossed your legs, making his eyes follow the motion, and it was then that he gulped, fantasizing about reaching down and grabbing you up to take you back to bed.

“I slept very well, Steve, but did not wake up that way? Please, sit down. We need to talk.”

The words tumbled out before you had a chance to think, and you frowned.

Steve watched your face as he took a seat. You were not happy. And it was never a good thing when someone said that phrase. He had a feeling he knew exactly the way this conversation was going to go.

“I know what you are going to say, last night was a mistake. And I agree with you.”

“Oh?”

You exhaled as you sat back in your seat. That is not what you were going to say at all, but you were glad that Steve was coming out with what he really felt.

“We were caught up in the moment, jet lag, emotional…and I… I took advantage of that. I’m sorry.”

Steve looked up at the waiter who’d appeared and ordered water. You sipped your mimosa as you watched him, the red creeping up from his neck to his face, his cheeks flushed.

He was being genuine.

And sweet.

Being in the entertainment industry as long as you had, you learned to read people quickly.

“Taking advantage of me would entail making me suck your cock like I wanted to, Captain Rogers. Not you eating me out like a pro. I feel like I took advantage of you?”

Steve’s eyes got wide as he gulped down his water. He coughed.

You watched that tongue dart out and lick those ruby red lips after he caught his breath. Whew, that side smile. You began to take this as a challenge. Steve’s words didn’t match his actions right now, and you were determined to find out why.

His deep voice gave you a clue.

“‘D’you like that?”

The way Steve was looking at you right now was everything. You smiled and leaned forward, noticing how his eyes went to your cleavage. The way his pupils were blown told you more.

You were beginning to change your mind about how Steve Rogers felt about you. He at least wanted your body. You had power.

“Yes, Captain.”

Steve almost moaned. The way you looked, your sultry tone, the fact that you said ‘making you suck his cock.’ He cleared his throat as your words raced around his brain. ‘…like you wanted to…, Captain…’

Fuck, he was screwed.

He straightened up.

“I mean… that wasn’t cool…”

You straightened up as well, jutting your breasts out as if an invitation. Steve shifted in his seat. You were making things hard for him.

“No. No it wasn’t…”

You pouted, thinking of the way he left you hanging.

“Fix that face, y/n.”

Holy hell. That command. He did want you to hit the ground right there. But you had to push back.

“Hmmmm. I guess I’m supposed to say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ Or you’ll spank me like you promised…”

You smiled at him mischievously.

You were such a brat. You had to be stopped. Before he lost control again.

“I didn’t promise that, y/n…”

Steve’s voice was broken and he licked his lips before taking another drink of water.

“Oh? I thought you said that?”

You twirled your finger around the rim of your glass and then dipped two into your drink, placing them into your mouth and slowly pulling them out of those lips. Steve licked his in response

Steve knew what you were doing, but it was long past time to turn back now. Blood was rapidly leading his brain. He grunted unconsciously, determined to stay in control.

“I’m not doing this with you. I need to take a shower.”

Steve got up and stalked toward the elevators, and you sat, steaming, in your seat. You were shaking with emotion. You realized the true source of your frustration. You wanted Steve, you were sharing a room, and you were in a beautiful setting. You didn’t have to be a love match, but why not go for it?

You called the waiter over and asked him to charge your breakfast to the account.

~~~~~~~

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Steve wanted to pry them open to run back out to you. But space was the best answer right now. You were amping him up to do something reckless, something that would be irreversible. It was best that he kept his distance.

He entered the room and took off his shirt, going to the bathroom to turn on the water. He shook his head as he thought of you. You were such a menace.

When he turned around, there you were.

The look on Steve’s face was a little scary. You didn’t know if he was angry… or something else.

“....I need to get my…” Your eyes searched the bathroom. “...my lipgloss…”

You walked closer to him then turned toward the vanity and picked up a tube of your Glossbomb, leaning over toward the mirror, smearing a slick shiny across those lips.

Steve’s resolve began to crumble as he inhaled your scent and watched your lips shine. Your words came back to him. He wanted that mouth of yours.

You turned around.

“You didn’t answer my question, Captain.”

“What question was that, Doll?”

Steve moved closer to you, backing you up against the vanity. Your heart beat faster, but you pressed on.

“About the spanking…”

You felt dumb, but in a good way as Steve stared at you, seeing right through you. And then he smirked. He looked you up and down as he leaned forward and caged you in, hands on either side of you on the sink. Steam filled the room and came out of your ears.

“What I said was that I wanted to spank you when you were giving me attitude on the plane. Seems that was warranted. You don’t know when to stop.”

Steve’s voice broke as his breath fanned across your face. His mouth was so, so close to yours.

You sighed, and pouted again.

“I never stop, Captain. So does that make me a bad girl? I thought I was a good girl? It’s what you said last night.”

“I said that was a mistake.”

“What happened last night was a mistake, or saying that I’m a good girl?”

You were quick to reply as you cocked your head at him.

“Y’know, I wasn’t going to say that it was a mistake earlier. You put words in my mouth. That’s not what I want there…”

Steve slid his hand up your arm to your throat, and closed his fingers around it. It was nothing, almost, but enough to show you his power. You whimpered in his grip.

“You are maddening, you know that? You should leave well enough alone…”

You looked him in the eyes. You felt his hard cock against your stomach, even felt it jump as he searched your face and settled on your lips. You decided to try it.

“Let me go, and I’ll leave it alone… Don’t, and well, you can teach me how to be good again…”

Steve’s mind said to let you go, but it was his cock and his heart that made him do what he did next.

He whispered as he moved toward you, brushing the line of your jaw with his fingers. Your head was reeling from the sexy tone as you realized that he’d said, “Teach you a lesson…”

His lips slammed into yours, and his hands roamed your body, laying claim to what he wanted. You moaned as his tongue decimated you, letting him take what he wanted. When you separated, he asked you a question.

“What do you want in your mouth, y/n?”

“I want your cock in my mouth, Captain.”

“That sounds… “

Steve rested his forehead against yours. Your words gave him the image, and he couldn't resist. He cleared his throat again, then his blue eyes captured yours. Steel.

“Go sit on the edge of the bed…”

“Yes, Sir.”

The way he clenched his jaw had your pussy doing the same as you practically skipped to the next room and did as you were told. He was standing right in front of you again, running his palm down his hardness outside of his sweats. Your heart beat with anticipation.

You whined when he reached inside his sweats and pulled it out. It looked so big, so hard, the peach mushroom tip weeping and pretty, but big. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

The way you suddenly looked scared made Steve get even harder.

“You sure this is what you want?”

He was stroking his cock, and using his thumb to lubricate himself. He was restraining himself from touching you, but you didn’t know that, all that you saw was the sexy veins bulging down his arms as he jacked it in front of you.

“Y-yes…”

You reached for it and Steve moved closer, moaning when your small, cool hand closed around his hot throbbing staff. When you started pumping him was when his head started swimming.

“God, Doll…”

Your mouth fell open, those glossy lips a magnet for his cock. He didn’t know if you were leaning towards him, or if he were moving closer to you, but none of that mattered when your lips and tongue made contact.

He hissed at the sensation.

“SSsssss, y/n,”

He looked down at you as you stared up at him. You were entranced, his smell of musk and sweat was intoxicating.

“Those eyes. That mouth. Open. Wider.”

He had a grip on your chin, firmly pulling your jaw down to accommodate him.

As you kept eye contact, you saw a ferality that made you shiver. You wanted that look on you forever. You tried to unhinge your jaw as Steve slid his smooth cock inside your mouth.

He stopped once your mouth was full, but you continued, allowing his access to your throat.

“Ohhhhh. So goood...”

Steve pulled out of your mouth and stuck two fingers in, watching as you licked and sucked them, pumping his wet cock with your hand.

“That mouth. You’re not giving me any sass now, are you?”

He held your chin again and looked you in the eye, lighty slapping your jaw.

You gasped, then smiled and shook your head as you eagerly sucked along the side of his dick.

“No, Sir,” you replied, your mouth full of Steve.

You stuck your tongue out and deep throated him bobbing slowly as you pumped him with your hand.

“Go ahead. Get sloppy with it.”

You spit on his dick as you went to town, going faster when Steve gathered your hair in his hand and moved you at his preferred pace.

“Look at me when you do that.”

Your eyes snapped to his, thighs clenching at his tone.

“Look at you. Are you a slut for this cock already?”

You pulled off with a plop to spit again.

“Yes, Captain.”

And you started glugging him, moving your hand and making Steve’s knees weak.

“Holy Fuck, that’s good. Yessss.”

You smiled at the praise and started jacking him against your outstretched tongue.

“Yes, yes, yessss. Suck the tip again. That fucking mouth.”

You did as you were told, taking him inside and jacking what didn’t fit.

Steve started moaning and pulled your hair so that you looked up at him.

“Stop if you don’t want my cum in your mouth.”

You jacked him even faster.

“I want it, Captain..”

You slapped his cock against your lips and then resumed sucking as Steve grunted and buried his fingers in your hair.

“So… fucking… good… good girl…fuckkk! I’m cumming. Dirty girl. That mouth is so damn good.”

Steve was full of contradictory praise as he held his balls and you jacked his cock fast, allowing your mouth to make the most pornographic sounds around him.

“Oh! Oh shit ohshit oooooh oooohh shitttttt!”

You slowed down when you felt the first spurt against your tongue and you let it fall out of your mouth. Steve was hypnotized as he took his cock and pumped it into your mouth as you swallowed.

“What a dirty little girl. Good girl gone bad. You love this, don’t you?”

You nodded as you swallowed, your eyes tearing as the cum squirted into your throat.

“Fuuuuuucckkkk.”

Steve was profane as he watched you swallow it all and clean him up.

“That was amazing, Doll. Thank you.”

He reached down and traced your swollen lips with his thumb. He knew what you wanted, what you needed next. But there was really no turning back from that.

“I think we’re even now. I’m going to go take that shower.”

Steve turned and went back into the bathroom, leaving you to wonder which was greater, your need or your pride.

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Want a Tease?

So I’m doing a thing. Revisiting a story I wrote almost two years ago? It was called Great.

Steve’s not so sure. Lol, Here’s a peek.

Greater

Steve knew he should have avoided you when he came through the hotel lobby after his run to go back up to the room, but you eating breakfast solo on the terrace made him feel some kind of way. He watched as you gazed out over the Gulf of Genoa, feeling like a heel for leaving you in bed alone, but if he had stayed, you two would still be there.

Having you the way he did last night did not help his heart problem right now. You were taking up too much space in it, and he was afraid that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. It couldn’t be. It was too soon for you.

Steve had fallen for you the moment he first saw you, and you didn’t even know when that was.

Coming sooooon!

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Greatest

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.

—-

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.

—--

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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Great

Pilot Steve takes you for a ride.

Greater

You let Steve know how you felt about him leaving you hanging.

Greatest — Steve tells you the truth.

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Great

Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, little sisters, talk of dildos, daddy kink of you squint, grey sweats, heavy petting, manual sex, saliva kink, pussy slapping, female receiving oral sex. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.

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The news of Aria’s marriage at 12:34 pm on a Tuesday went the way you thought it would. Tons of people making posts, crying, happy, complaining, but also creating free publicity for her new movie, Superbia. You managed to spin it the way you wanted, and it turned out to be a positive thing, everyone immediately copying her hair and outfit as they ran out of the courtroom in NYC. 

You watched the socials all night while Aria drunk texted you sweet, funny and finally, nsfw selfies of her and Topher. You laughed and posted one cute one of him kissing her on the cheek to her IG.

You finally went to bed at 2 am, looking forward to Aria’s honeymoon tomorrow, because it would give you a break from her. She had been one of many clients you had as a publicist, but as her star rose, so did your earnings from her and she insisted that you be her exclusive media manager and publicity director. You couldn’t say no; she was your baby sister and you’d always loved her to pieces. 

At 3:45 am you heard your phone ding.

You knew better, but you looked at it anyway.

“Shit!” 

You exclaimed and dropped your phone on the bed as you flopped down on it.

Aria wanted you to come with her on her honeymoon.

You asked the question, even thought you knew it was futile.

“Who has a group honeymoon?!?!?!?”

You knew the answer before she sent it. 

“Because I want everyone I love to celebrate our loveeeee!” 

Although you were the serious ambivert, very social when necessary, Aria was a people person. Since she was born there had been a constant party. And the announcement was leading to freebies and perks. She’d just accepted a free trip to Italy three hours after her wedding. She’d invited the whole crew to come with. That meant Topher's brother and best friend Trisha were coming. 

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

“Flight leaves at 10 am. See you then!”

You took another deep breath.

Shit.

You’d be stuck on someone else’s honeymoon with Steve Rogers, your disaster blind date from two nights ago.

The date had been terrible, from you constantly scrolling your phone and him calling you rude, to you calling him a trust fund preppy boy and you two glaring at each other over the table. You were pissed.

Steve, although hot as hell, was an asshole about it, barking at you that he’d grown up in a group home and enlisted in the army as soon as he turned 18 with his best friend, ending up flying combat missions in Afghanistan. Of course, you melted on the inside. But the night was already ruined, so you threw money down on the table and told him you were going home to scroll your phone, which for you meant working.

You told him to have a nice life as if you were never going to talk to him again. 

But then you remembered that he was one of Topher’s private pilots and that’s how Aria knew him. Well, you could be professional and not ever have to deal with him much.

Aria had to stop setting you up on dates, it was getting worse and worse. The next morning, you were going to tell her you were done with her matchmaking when she texted you she was at the courthouse. You made it there to stand beside her as he married Topher, her latest co-star and fling. Well, more than a fling now. 

The blind date was forgotten as the whirlwind occurred. And now, your blind date from the other night, who you’d made an enemy, had your life in his hands for the next 8 hours.

You boarded the jet without incident, and no sign of Steve.  Of course you were the only one on time and sat in the cabin, scrolling your phone, as usual.  You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Steve coming out of the cockpit. 

Steve Rogers in a pilot’s uniform was… you closed your mouth when you realized that you were staring at him and gaping. He was even more attractive than the other night. You went home and researched him and found that he was telling the truth. You felt terrible and hoped you could talk it out.

The problem was, he looked pissed to see you. 

Great. 

Steve was taken aback when he’d finished in the cabin and opened the door to see you there. You in leggings and a long fashionable hoodie was unexpectedly sexy.  He wanted the hoodie to be his and to peel the leggings off of you, but judging from the look on your face, you wanted to be a million miles away from him. 

“Um. Hello? I thought this flight was for the honeymoon…”

You bristled at him questioning your presence.

“It is. Aria, wanted a group thing?”  

You tilted your head. Steve loved the way you spoke in questions sometimes. And that head tilt. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He didn’t know what to say.

Steve started adjusting some dials on the front wall of the plane, probably pre-flight check something or other as he cleared his throat. You thought you heard him say, “Great.”

You shook your head and went back to your phone and when you looked up, he was helping the group enter the cabin, including one of the regular flight attendants, Sharon. and Steve’s co-pilot, James Barnes, boarded and began to help with the bags as well.

Sharon gave you a saccharine smile as she maneuvered between you and Steve. She bent over at the waist toward you, making sure that her ass was all up in his face as she asked you if you needed help with your bags. Steve moved around her and grabbed your bags before she could, taking them toward the front instead of the back, where they usually went.

“The back is filling up, I’ll put your stuff up here with the crew.”

For some reason that flew all over you and you got up to follow your bags, and the asshole who had taken them.

You moved around the partition to the small space between the cabin and the cockpit, as Steve stowed your bags into a deceptively spacious compartment.

“So are you saying that I’m the help and my bags don’t belong with everyone else’s? I’ll have you know…”

Steve finished stowing your bags and turned around, fire in his blue eyes as he stared you down.

“Hold on a second.”

His voice was low, but deep, and the look on his face both scared and thrilled you.

“I’m putting them up here so you can access them quickly and easily. It’s where my bags are stowed.”

He raised his eyebrow at you and bent his head closer.

“Are you calling ME the help?”

You felt as though there was a threat behind his words, almost as if you were going to get a spanking. And that you would like it.

You cleared your throat and straightened your spine, chin coming up so your eyes met his.

Steve looked into your face, those eyes, that skin, that mouth. He felt your body, especially your chest, nearer to him, and he gulped. He wanted to kiss you, but then remembered that you hated him.

Your stare turned to his lips as you had your own thoughts about what you wanted to do, but then two arms enveloped you from behind.

“THERE'S MY LOVIEEE!”

Aria pulled you close to her, and to Steve started moving around you two, trying to escape.

“Not so fast, Sir. I want to hear all about the date. I’m not going to have to fix her up again, am I? Her coochie has cobwebs from not having dick for over a year. And your dildo doesn’t count.”

Steve coughed and looked down at the floor, intrigued now that he knew that bit of information. God it made him want to feel you around him even more now. Visions of you and a dildo were everywhere in his head. He glanced at the baggage compartment, wondering if Jake was along for the trip.

You could feel yourself flush and you wanted to jump off the plane.

“Ha ha. Little Sisters.” You smiled at Steve. “They have a tendency to exaggerate and embellish.”

Aria was as pure as she was brash.

“Oh no. I remember when we bought him, three months after you broke up with Frank. You named it Jake.That was this time last year.” 

You heard Steve cough and you glared at him and then Aria. Her wide smile was so punchable right now, but you kept your composure.

“But I see that I interrupted some chemistry here. I’m glad I don’t have to find you yet another date.” She looked from you to Steve. “Or doooo I?”

Fuck. You couldn’t do it again. No more blind dates. You looked at Steve and silently pleaded with him. He caught your look and responded to Aria.

“It was… great.”

He didn’t sound too convincing, but when Aria looked back at you, she saw you nodding enthusiastically.

Aria smiled then pouted. “And here I am interrupting your moment.”

She waved her arms and pushed you up against Steve, heading to the main cabin. 

“I’ll give you some privacy.” 

You were shoved up against Steve, feeling his long, lean body against yours. His arms came up around you as you looked up into his face, feeling his breath fanning yours. You heard Aria singing.

“Y/N and Steve sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his uniform. Then you looked back up at him.

“Please. Just for the trip. It’s only for a week. I can’t go on another terrible date with a terrible human. I would owe you big time. I could fix you up with some pretty famous people. You have the right look.”

You thought that’s what he would like, since he didn’t like you.

Steve stiffened and pushed you away from him. 

“I’ll do it, because I feel your pain. No need for that kind of repayment. When Aria’s around, we’re hot and heavy. Got it. You probably need to go to your seat now. We’ll take off soon.”

He turned around and opened the cabin door, about to close it when a large hand came from behind you and stopped it.

“Excuse me, Steve forgets that he can’t fly for 8 hours by himself.” 

Barnes smiled at you, and you smiled back weakly. You were reeling a little from Steve’s disgust of you. Steve was already in the Captain’s chair as Barnes maneuvered around you and into the cabin. You turned around and went back to your seat before he closed the cockpit door. You put your earbuds in, pulled up your hoodie and tried to sleep off the bad vibes.

As they were completing preparations for takeoff, Bucky questioned Steve.

“So, are we going to spend the entire flight in silence as you brood over that beautiful woman you just pushed away out there because you’re too awkward to tell her how much you like her?”

Steve just glared at Bucky and then went back to the gauges.

“Alrighty then. 480 minutes of silence. Check.”

The plane landed in Genoa, and you were going to have to be driven to the Cinque Terre area, to the town of Riomaggiore. You had slept most of the flight, having not gotten any sleep the night before. 

That was both good and bad, because it was midnight, Italy time and you could stay up with Aria and keep and eye on her, but your sleep schedule would be fucked up for the forseeable future. 

Steve helped get your bags, but barely looked at you as you and he and Bucky, as you heard Steve call him, deboarded the plane. There were two cars waiting for you all on the tarmac, and Aria told you the moves for tonight and the accommodations.

“Oh, and you and Steve’s room will have it’s on ensuite bathroom…”

“Hold up. Wait. What? Me and Steve’s room?”

Aria looked non plussed. 

“Yeah? Is there a problem? I figured you two would want some quality time!”  

You rolled your eyes at Topher’s “Bow chica wow wow” behind you.

“After ONE date?”

Aria raised her eyebrow at you. “Yes, it’s time to retire Jake. Isn’t that right, Steve?”

Steve was amused despite the situation. “Look, I respect Jake…”

“Who’s Jake?”

Bucky wanted to know. You just glared at him and turned back to Aria.

“I’m sorry. But no. He can bunk with Barnes.”

“No, I’M sorry, but Bucky and Sharon have a room.”

You looked at all of them, confused. You thought she was after Steve.

“What, you didn’t know they were a thing?

Fuck. You could do this, you thought. 

“Okay…” 

You looked at Steve to see if it was okay, and he nodded, a small frown on his face. Great, you had to room with someone who hated you.

The ride to Riomaggiore was uneventful as you proceeded to post to Aria’s socials the progress of the trip so far. Steve was dozing and Sharon and Bucky were not so subtly feeling each other up under his jacket.

When you all arrived and got to your room, your mouth hung open. There was one full sized bed in the small room. The room was generous by European standards, but the bed was a problem. Steve was a large man, and there was no way.

“I’ll bunk on the floor.” 

Steve’s voice was deep, but tired. He’d just spent several hours flying you and your family safely over the Atlantic. You felt guilty.

“I’m going out with Aria and the crew. You take the bed and when I get back, we’ll see what’s up then. 

Steve didn’t argue with you, just put his bags down.

“Cool. I’m beat. I need a shower and sleep.”

Steve started undressing and you averted your eyes as he pulled his shirt off. Damn. Those abs. That v-cut. You should have brought Jake, but you had no privacy. Luckily, He went into the bath and started the shower before he got completely undressed.

You lay back on the bed and got yourself together. You had to admit that you were attracted to him, but you’d screwed it up when you made assumptions about him at dinner and now you were sure that he hated your guts. But would he mind rearranging them? 

You closed your eyes and fantasized about his bare chest and the next thing you knew he was waking you up by calling your name gently. You opened your eyes to a tired, bare chested Steve sitting on the bed next to you. You sat up.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”

He gave you a tired smile. It was very nice. 

“No worries, just didn’t want to… you know.”

You got out of bed to let him have it, noticing that when he stretched out that he was wearing grey sweats. Damn.

“It’s all yours.”

You bit your lip as you said it.  You looked up at him and if this was another situation, you’d jump on top of him.

“It is, is it?”

Steve chuckled, but then turned around and immediately got comfortable, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. All you wanted to do was smooth his hair out of his eyes as they drooped with exhaustion. But you just stood there and watched him fall asleep.

You got your things together and quickly showered yourself, slipping into something more appropriate for partying and tipped out of the room without waking him.

You got back in at 6 am, when Aria and Topher finally went back to their suite. You crept into the bathroom to change into your sleep clothes and brush your teeth, praying you didn’t wake Steve, but it seemed that he was awake already when you came back into the bedroom.

“Hey, come here, y/n.”

He sounded sleepy and angry about something.

Shit, you woke him up. You moved to the bed and saw that his eyes were closed.

He sighed and turned onto his back. You watched his face, which was relaxed, and then the sly smile that appeared while his eyes were still closed. Damn, he was pretty. 

“Y/N!”

This time he groaned your name. Was he talking in his sleep? You felt like an intruder, but you were curious. You leaned closer to him.

“Fuck Jake the Dildo. I’m gonna make you cum on my cock, y/n. I’ll make that pussy mine. No more toys.”

You couldn’t belive what you were hearing. Steve was talking about fucking you. For some reason you felt elated, yet paralyzed, horny and intrigued. You didn’t hear any more, so you crept toward the other side of the bed and pulled the covers back, only to see that Steve had a giant boner. And giant was an understatement. Damn. He would give Jake some competition, judging from the size of him. But he was asleep and it was just his subconscious at work. He didn’t really feel anything for you. Distaste was the most you could hope for.

You tried to get into the bed and not touch him inappropriately, hanging on to the very edge of the mattress. When you got settled, however, you felt Steve turn around and put his arm around you. You felt him grind his boner into your ass and you definitely didn’t hate it. But it wasn’t right.  

You jumped out of the bed and Steve finally woke up, blinking his eyes at you in the dim light.

He took in your form in your tank top and sleep shorts and was confused, then, he looked around and back at you.

“What’s going on?”

His voice, gravely with sleep, wasn't helping the moistness of your panties.

“I’m just trying to get some shut eye.” 

Your tone was annoyed, but you were annoyed at yourself, not Steve.

He nodded, looking at his phone for the time. He got the clue that you didn’t want him around. He began to get out of bed, his boner subsided.

“I’ll get out of your way then. Maybe we can sleep in shifts.  I’ll go for a run.”

You felt terrible about this entire situation. You sat down on the bed, tired beyond words at the tension.

“Steve, I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn’t have assumed. You’re a good guy, but I’ve ruined it, and now we’re in this situation and you hate my guts and now we have to pretend we have a thing and this week is going to be soooo long and… I’m sorry. This could have been so different.”

Steve sat back down on the bed. 

“I don’t hate your guts.”

You looked back up at him. 

“Come on. I’m not stupid? I was a bitch the other night and you haven’t said five words to me strung together and the before the flight you looked like you wanted to spank me and…I’m not stupid, okay?” 

You tilted your head at him and he smirked at you as he moved closer.

“You’re right and wrong. You were rude, but the reason that I haven’t said much to you is because I definitely don’t hate you.”

His eyes moved to your lips.

“And I did want to spank you before the flight.”

Your nipples hardened and he moved his eyes downward to see them staring at him. They looked so good through your tank top that he licked his lips.

“Fuck.” You said, whispering.

“Fuck?” He said, tilting his head at you.

“Fuck!”

You said, whimpering louder and leaning forward, jumping on top of him as he took possession of your lips.

His cock got hard again almost immediately against your thigh. You opened your legs and straddled him, gaining pressure and friction at your core where you wanted it.  You came up for air and tried to sit up, as his large, strong hands held you by the waist, making you stay down and take his new assault at your neck and down your cleavage.

Steve let you sit up and you started moving against him as his hands went under your tank top to find your insistent nipples. You threw your head back and moaned as he first gently, then with more pressure, fine tuned your body to his frequency.

“Shit, Steve.”

“What do you want, Doll?”

The pet name made you feel some kind of way and you opened your mouth as your hands went to his chest to steady yourself as your soaked panties and shorts rubbed against his dick.

It was at that point, that Steve’s slim hips started pistoning up into you, bringing you embarrassingly close to the edge. Fuck, it had been too long since someone else had touched you.

Steve watched you use him to begin to get off and got possessive. He felt triumphant and wanted to be the only one to make you feel like this. He sat up and captured your lips with his again. You put your arms around his bare shoulders and started lightly scratching his back.

Steve’s hand was on the outside of your shorts, tracing up and down the seam of your pussy lips and making you feral for his touch.  You were sucking his tongue now, as if your action would give him a clue to what you wanted to do to him, to have him do to you. He pulled back from you, pupils lust blown as he looked into your eyes.

“I said, what do you want? Can I touch you here?  Can I feel how wet you are for me?….” Steve groaned at the fact that you were letting him do this.

“Yes, Steve.  Please…”

Quickly, Steve’s long, nimble fingers moved up to reach inside your waistband and slipped down to your soaking wet slit, gliding up and down and around your clit, which was hard and almost vibrating with arousal.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you threw your head back, humming with the impending peak of your desire.

“Already Doll? From just kissing and my fingers? You make me feel….”

Steve pulled your tank top off and grabbed your nipple with his lips, pulling at it insistently as he played in your slit and circled your clit with his tongue. He licked around your areolas sloppily, leaving them as wet as your pussy. Within seconds, the coil inside you snapped and you arched into his hand, your back somehow now against the bed as he made you stay still and take what he was doing to you.  He watched you ride the waves of pleasure and whispered praise into your ear.

“Such a good, good girl for me, almost immediately. I can’t wait to clean up this mess you’re making.”

“S-Steve.. I…”

“Shhhhh.” 

Steve crawled down your body, pulling your panties and shorts off, spreading your thighs with his hands and holding you open so that he could see you. 

He shook his head and bit his lip.

“Damn, I knew you would be beautiful, but this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He looked up at you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled them out, wetter than they had been before and dripping with saliva.  You watched as he inserted two into you slowly and roll his beautiful eyes.

“Fuck, so tight. But so wet. Did I do that?”

You shuddered and nodded, closing your eyes in ecstasy at the sensations.

“Eyes, here.” 

He commanded you and you obeyed as you watched him dip his head and almost his entire face except for his eyes and forehead into your pussy.  He held your gaze as you reached down and grabbed his hair. He licked you up and down, stopping at your clit to suck every so often. You started squirming, and although he spoke it into your pussy, you clearly knew that he was saying, “Stay still.” You shuddered on his tongue and closed your eyes, trying to not cum again so soon.

Suddenly, you felt air and received a stinging, yet pleasurable slap against your clit. You yelped, and Steve put his hand on your mouth, which made you even wetter as he slurped you up.

Since you couldn’t move and you couldn’t close your eyes, you just cursed into his hand until you couldn’t take it any more, your eyes rolling back, your pelvis arching into his face, and your thighs clamping around his ears as you came even harder than before.

You must have been out for a few seconds as you felt him wrap his arms around you, snuggling under the covers. You reached behind you for his dick through his sweats and he moved back, out of reach. When you brought your hand back in front of you is when he got close again. You felt his arousal, yet he wasn’t giving you any.

“Just sleep for now. This is going to be a long week indeed.”

His baritone soothed you a bit and you thought better of protesting as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up a few hours later, alone in the bed. Steve must have regretted what happened.

Great.

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