#so it's not like pearl is surprised by rose holding her hand or whatever !!! nope !

[kaciidubs]

Pearl Necklace

❣ Summary: In which Chris gives you a personally made pearl necklace. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.2k ❣ Warnings: Smut, no plot, blowjob, cum play ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Baby, Channie, Lover Boy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Pretty, Princess, unedited, ive been so busy with life and stuck in a writing rut so please take this as an unnecessary apology ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Baby…” 

Your dramatic drawl came with the equally dramatic act of draping yourself over Chris’s body, effectively gaining his attention from whatever video he was watching on his phone as he happily welcomed your weight sinking him further into the couch. 

“Can I ask you something?”

He laughed, tilting his head, “I’d be surprised if you did all that with the intention of not trying to get my attention - what’s up, baby?”

“Can you give me a pearl necklace?”

The twinkle in your eyes did nothing to explain away your sudden request - you weren’t the type to usually wear accessories as it was already, so the desire for a pearl necklace out of any other form of jewelry had him raising an eyebrow.

“Pearls? Like, pearl beads? I mean…” Glancing at his phone, he swiped at the screen to pull up Google, “We can look up some places that sell them if you really want it, I think I can find a few stores that-”

Your hand swiftly slipped his phone from his hold before locking it and stashing it near the couch pillow underneath his head, dismissing his growing confusion with a charming smile.

“Actually, I was thinking that we could make it together.”

“Oh?” 

Do-it-yourself, of course - he loved when you had little projects you wanted to include him in, even if the outcome sometimes didn’t go to plan, it was the quality time that mattered the most.

“Sure, I’m down for that,” he sat up while you rose to sit in his lap properly, his hands resting on your bare thighs, “did you buy the stuff already? Do we need to go shopping?”

You shook your head, pink tongue peeking out to wet your lips, “Nope, everything we’d need is right here.”

A devilish swivel of your hips, loose pajama shorts almost becoming an invisible barrier against his worn basketball shorts, and his confusion spiked up once again.

“Pretty, what- Wait a second-” Hands gripping the width of your hips, he tried to will away the near instant reaction his body always had when it came to you, “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to make a necklace-”

“I do.”

Normally, your nod of agreement would’ve been enough to clear the air, but when you pulled your oversized t-shirt up and off of your body, the layers only deepened.

“So why are you taking off your clothes? Not- Not that I’m complaining, I just…” His train of thought began to trail off with the drifting of his eyes down your neck, following the contours of your collarbones to the swells of your chest he’d been acquainted with time and time again. “Are we actually making a necklace here or…?”

“We are,” leaning forward, you placed a featherlight kiss to his pouty lips, “we just need to do a few extra steps first.”

Chris designed a few pieces of jewelry in his lifetime, and though he wouldn’t say he’s an expert when it came to the actual crafting of the pieces, he’d be inclined to assume that the process of making a necklace didn’t involve his girlfriend on her knees, giving him the best head of his life - granted, he always considered everything she did for him as the best in his life, but his point still stood.

“Fuck… Just like that, baby- Oh, god-” His head fell against the back of the couch, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the tip press against the back of your throat again. “‘S so good, baby - you’re so fucking good, pretty girl.”

You hummed around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pulled off of him with a wet pop - lips glistening in a mixture of saliva and precum that put any form of lipgloss to shame.

“Just ‘good’, Channie?” Voice laced with teasing allure, you held the base of his cock as you laved your tongue along one of his balls, sucking at the skin and smirking at the kick of his leg in response.

He choked on a moan, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion while the other ran through his hair “Baby, please - I can’t- fuck- can’t really think while you’re doing this!”

Giving his other ball the similar treatment, you littered open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock, “Mm… Can you look at me then, lover boy?”

To be honest, he wasn’t even sure when he had closed his eyes to begin with, but lifting his head and directing his full attention to you made him realize why keeping them closed was working in his favor.

Hypnotizing sultry gaze behind lidded eyes, your lips resting perfectly against his shaft as your hand gripped the base of his dick with practiced perfection - if he even dared to look any further then he’d see the utterly filthy line of saliva coating your chin, or the way your free hand was making itself busy between your legs.

The twitch of his dick was all you needed to feel to know that you had him right where you wanted him, a satisfied smile curving the corners of your lips as you pumped your fist.

“Ready to make that necklace for me?”

His breath hitched, lips parting to let out a shivering moan as he frantically nodded, “Y-Yeah- Shit, yeah - gonna make you look so pretty, princess.”

Your eyes sparkled, a giddy expression almost overtaking the utter lust exuding from you as you doubled your efforts with your hand - the wet, slick sound floating through the air while you jerked him off.

Chris fought the roll of his eyes as he focused on your goal-driven face, bucking into the drag of your palm as if he were truly fucking you, until the pressure in his abdomen became too much to bear.

“I’m gonna come, baby- Oh, god, yes- Y-Yeah, yeah-” His hand flew from the couch and wrapped around your own, angling his dick toward your chest with panted breaths, “I-I’m coming - I’m coming, f-fuck-”

The first splatter of cum landed directly on your neck, dripping its way toward your clavicle and between your breasts. Tilting your head back just a bit, you felt the warmth of his cum land around the curve of your neck, painting a shaky line of white against your skin with each shivering pass of your combined hands.

He let out a strained grunt as the last few drops dotted your cleavage, using your hand to thoroughly milk himself of the final remains before effectively melting into the couch with a worn sigh.

“So…” Giggling, you dropped your chin to get a better look at your exhausted boyfriend, “How do I look?”

Looking down, he noted the way his release seemed to follow the downward curve before either spilling down your collarbones or further filling out the line down your clavicle, adding a sort of teardrop design to your necklace.

“Honestly?” A breathless giggle escaped him as he reached his non-soiled hand out toward his phone, “How about I take a picture to show you, then we can work on adding some accessories to go with it.”

Safe to say, this wouldn’t be the last pearl necklace you’d receive from him.

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#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bangchan x reader #bangchan smut

[pearlegade-archived]

like how am i supposed to feel ?????????? bro

#long post / #YES I'M CRYNG AGAIN #i am a BIG BABY and i can't deal with this #like ....................... she looks at rose like nothing else exists in the universe but her #and it might as well feel like that to pearl !!!!!!!! #even if it's a hologram . bro #and when rose offers her her hand ?????? likE UGH #it's like she can't believe it #and i KNOW it's because it's like seeing rose again #after her death . #from flashbacks we can tell rose is pretty physical when it comes to it #she grabs pearl and hugs her and pulls her around . she's used to it #so it's not like pearl is surprised by rose holding her hand or whatever !!! nope ! #it's her doing it again after being gone for so long . even tho it's Nothing #compared to how long gems live . it's Too Long #and yes it's fake but still . #and BRO let's not even talk about the ' i think you're pretty great ' !!!!!!!! #after she yelled at everyone and almost let steven die .......... she knows rose would #be disappointed . BUT steven telling her she's great even after that ??? #even after he almost fell to his death and after she dumps all that shit on him #like he's not a 12 / 13 year old little boy who has to deal with his mom's garbage #he says EXACTLY what she needs to hear . he forgives her so easily #and it reminds her so much of rose while at the same time .......... not at all #HADSSAD don't talk to me i'm sensitive

[smalltowndetective]

Hi ! 16 with Mason or Nate from the dialogue prompt list plz ? 😊

Hello! And absolutely, I would love to! :) Thank you for the request!

This is my writing for N’s Birthday! This is based of this ask of Sera’s, about giving N a whole bunch of roses (the guards having to deliver them, haha!), and I’m not sure if anyone has actually written for it yet! 

This got a little sadder then I expected it to be, but I hope you like it! :D

#16- I can explain

Ao3 Link

Title: Roses

Pairing: Nate and Pearl

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Pearl has been trying to fluster Nate, and she may have finally succeeded. :)

To say this was something that he was expecting would have been a lie.

               Nate had known something was up from the way that Pearl had been acting recently. She was a terrible liar, and she obviously was planning something, but no matter how much he asked her about it, she stayed resolute, her stubbornness still intact regardless of how she had been acting recently.

               He was incredibly curious to what exactly she was planning to do, but he tried to be as patient as he possibly could.

               But this was something that admittedly never crossed his mind.

               On one morning, Felix had entered the library, a mischievous grin on his face, and he could not help but ask what all of this was about.

               “What’s going on?”, he said, not really sure on what this could possibly be about.

               “Just a hint”, he winked in response, “You should go by your room”

               “Why?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow at the statement, “Did you do something?”

               “Nope”, he answered shaking his head, “But you’re going to have to find out for yourself”

               Nate sighed, supposing he had no choice but to do so, and he got up and went down the hallway, feeling slightly on edge.

               What on earth could this be about?

               But as he made his way to this room, he finally saw what Felix had to have been referring to, and he felt his jaw drop slightly as he looked upon the scene.

               Outside of his door, blocking the door, were dozens of flower arrangements made of red roses, each so full of the simple beauty of flowers. He walked up to them, trying to see if anyone had left for a note with them, but he was starting to think he knew exactly who these were from.

               Did Pearl do this?

               He gave an outward chuckle.

               This is certainly something.

               Nate then heard a pair of footsteps coming down the hallway, and he turned to see two of the Agency’s guards walking down the hallway, each of them holding another arrangement.

               “I hope you appreciate the person who did this for you”, one of them grumbled, “Because this just caused us a whole bunch of trouble. You ever try to keep a flower delivery person from snooping around? Because that is a lot harder than it sounds”

               “Oh no, I definitely will”, he replied, “Sorry about all of this”

               The other guard handed him a folded over note, “This was left with it”

               “Thank you”, he said, opening it up, and the two guards put the other two bouquets down before leaving.

               There was not much written on it, but there was one small thing that made his pulse flutter.

               Love is a Beautiful Red Rose Given for No Apparent Reason

           -Anonymous

               Nate could feel a rare blush creep up his neck, and he felt a bright smile on his lips.

               This is certainly a wonderful gift, even without a reason.

               He then heard footsteps come down the hallway, and he turned to see Pearl, a bright smile on her face.

               “I’ve seen you’ve finally found them”, she beamed.

               “Pearl, what is all of this?”, he said, laughing as he did.

               “I promise, I can absolutely explain”, she laughed herself, moving closer on her tiptoes to gently kiss his temple.

               “I wanted to do something to surprise you”, she winked, her blue-green eyes seeming to sparkle, “And for some reason, this was the only thing that I thought of”

               She gave a snort, “Even though I think if got me on the guard’s bad side. I had no idea that someone would come in person to deliver them”

               “Well, I’m certainly surprised”, he replied, and as he thought about the gesture, not used to someone doing things like that for him, usually he was the one who made that move, he felt his face grow warm, and a bright smile lit up his face.

`               Pearl’s eyes widened in shock, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush like that before. I thought I was the only one”.

               ‘Well, you know”, Nate blurted out, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by Pearl pulling him down in a kiss.

               He allowed the rush of feelings to overwhelm him, pulling her closer.

               When did I get so lucky?

               After all of these years?

               Who would have I thought I would find someone like you?

               “Thank you”, he whispered as they gently broke apart, and he felt her laugh next to him.

               “You don’t need to thank me Nate”, she replied, and then her voice grew serious, “You deserve everything I could ever give you”

               The first thought that entered his head almost made him push back from her touch.

               I’m not sure if that’s true.

               But he stayed put, letting her trace invisible lines on the side of his face with her fingers, and even though he knew that he should be happy above all measure, something was stopping him.

               I don’t want to hold back anything from her anymore.

               Then why do I feel like I have to?

               “Nate?”, Pearl suddenly said, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he did his best to plaster a smile on his face.

               Worry lined her face, and he did his best to suppress a sigh.

               I can’t let this ruin the moment.

               “I’m fine”, he shrugged, “Just thinking about something”

               He had been fully expecting for her to ask what it was, knowing that she believed that talking about things made them better, and he mentally prepared to deflect it all again.

               But she did not, instead just giving him a worried smile.

               “If you ever need to talk”, she muttered, barely audible, “I’m always willing to listen”

               I know.

               I know Pearl, I really do.

               And I want to.

               But what if it ruins everything?

               Nate gave her a nod, and he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

               She already notices when you get like this.

               How long until she asks about it?

               And will I will ready when she does?

               He moved his hand down to her jaw, gently pulling her head to look at him like she was the most precious thing in the world.

               “Thank you again for all of this, truly”, he said again, even though he had already said it before, but he wanted her to know without a doubt how much this meant to him.

               It means more then you could ever know.

               Pearl gave a small nod, “Of course”

               He looked around the roses, and in an effort to lighten the mood, he smiled, “I wonder what Adam will think of all of this”

               She laughed, “Probably something like, “Don’t you think this is rather unnecessary, Detective?’”

               Nate gave a laugh of his own, “I’d say, you’ve hit the mark on that one”

               “He’s not a hard one to do”, she replied, her face forming a smile that brightened her entire face.

               He heard her phone vibrate, and she pulled it out, and a small frown started to cover her face, “Rebecca. I’m going to have to catch up with you later”

               “Of course,”, he smiled at her, and she moved to give him a peck of a kiss for a goodbye before going down the hallway, looking back to give him one final smile before she did so.

               Nate looked at all of the roses again, not sure what he was going to do with them all, but as he stared at them, he was reminded of a book of flower meanings that he had read ages ago.

               Rose- Normally associated with love and romance

               But they can also stand for secrecy

               He tried to put that thought out of his head, instead focusing on being touched by the gesture.

               It’s more then I deserve.

               But I’ll treasure it anyway.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #twc #detective pearl reid #nathaniel sewell #nate sewell #nate sewell x detective #request #n birthday

[fanficimagery]

Imagine being the only one in Stark Tower that Loki actually likes (besides his brother, of course).

Gif Source: BecauseHiddles

Loki X Reader

When Thor, Loki and a handful of Asgardians sought refuge on Earth, Tony took back Stark Tower and turned a majority of the offices into apartments for Earth's newest refugees. Everyone had been welcomed with opened arms and kind words, but the moment someone noticed Loki was back... all hell broke loose.

For weeks Thor and Bruce tried to vouch for the God of Lies and his reformed ways. So as the cousin to Pepper Potts- she was the only family member kind enough to take you in after hitting a rough patch in life- you stayed on the sidelines and watched everything unfold. No one trusted Loki, not that you blamed them, but you felt a bit bad about your fast judgement after hearing Thor explain that Loki's mind had been messed with just as Hawkeye and Doctor Selvig's had been.

The God of Mischief was excellent at feigning ignorance to all the hostile environments he walked into, but he couldn't keep it up forever. So the first time you saw his mask crack and his shoulders slump when he suspected no one was paying him any attention, you got fed up with everyone's attitude and decided to throw caution to the wind.

Waking up early one morning, you headed to the communal kitchen to bake a cake. You iced it in forest green before drawing a silhouette of Loki's Asgardian helmet in golden yellow icing. Edible green and yellow sugar pearls were stuck along the bottom of the cake before you wrote 'Welcome' in your best loopy handwriting in black icing beneath the helmet. Then after washing everything you'd dirtied, you propped up a card beside the cake that read 'Loki' in hopes of no one touching it before going back to bed.

Then two days later when you were returning to your apartment, there was a sticky note on your door that read 'Thank you' and was signed with a small sigil that shimmered gold and green.

Watching the live feed of the latest mission the Avengers and Co. have been sent on, you groan as you watch Loki enter hand-to-hand combat before cradling your face in your hands. The TV is suddenly turned off and Pepper gingerly takes a seat next to you.

"They're going to be okay, Y/N."

"It's not them I'm worried about it."

"Fair enough. Loki will be okay."

You scoff and look up at your older cousin. "Do you really believe that? The team still hates him, Pep. Tony and Steve are the only ones coming around; Tony because of you and Steve because of Bucky who also went through the unfortunate event of having his mind messed with."

"Oh, honey," she chuckles. "Steve did not come around because of Bucky. He came around because of you." Your nose wrinkles in distaste. "Surely you've seen the way he-"

"I know," you mumble, hurriedly. "Please drop it. I wasn't comfortable when Natasha started meddling and I'm not even remotely comfortable just thinking that a National Icon probably liked me."

"To be fair, he really did like you. But your thing with Loki kind of caught everyone by surprise."

You shake your head. "Nah. I think he was more interested in fixing me. Thing is, I'm not broken. Never have been. I just lost my way."

"Yeah you did." Pepper smiles kindly now. "And from the looks of the tower security feed, it seems Loki has factored into you remaining sober as well."

You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile that suddenly forms. "You know when Loki found out I had a weakness for pills, all the ibuprofen suddenly vanished from my rooms. When I found out he was behind the theft I told him they were harmless pills and you had approved of me having them. He didn't seem to care and told me to go to him whenever my head hurt."

"Why?"

"So he could work some mojo with pressure points to vanish the headache without popping any more unnecessary pills."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Huh. I guess this so called Trickster has a different side to him that we've yet to see for ourselves."

You open your mouth to retort, but FRIDAY alerts the both of you that the mission is over and that the team will be on their way soon.

"Oh. Good." Pepper sighs. "I'm going to order some food. Want anything special?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Can you get three orders of pot stickers and two orders of chow mein; one beef and one chicken." Pepper raises an eyebrow at your order, stifling a laugh. You sigh. "I'm tired of Loki and that Valkyrie chick stealing my pot stickers. This way, we all get our own containers."

"If you say so, Y/N."

"I do. Off to order you go," you mutter while shooing her away. "I'm just gonna lay here and watch some TV."

When the elevator dings a while later, accompanied by various voices, you're laying out on the couch with your right arm tucked underneath your head as you watch some TV. Clint suddenly rolls over the back of the couch and lands atop of you, but you're quick to push him off with a grunt. Steve and Bucky chortle over his misfortune while the archer pouts and pulls himself into one of the available armchairs, and you flip him off with a grin.

Thor's booming voice draws your gaze back towards the elevator and you watch as the two Norse Gods walk further into the room. While Thor breaks off and heads for the kitchen, Loki's bored gaze meets yours. As he saunters towards you, you can't help but grin as you watch his Asgardian armor briefly shimmer golden before it's replaced with a comfortable cotton v-neck and sweatpants.

Loki doesn't hesitate to crawl up your lower half, his arms wrapping beneath your bum as he lays his head atop your stomach. Your left hand immediately moves to his hair, your fingers diving in and lightly scratching at his scalp. Loki hums and stretches before melting against you, and your gaze darts to Clint who makes a noise in the back of his throat.

With your free hand, you point in his direction with a narrowed gaze. "Not a word!"

"But-"

"Nope. It's a thing. We've discussed it, but we are not explaining ourselves to anyone." Clint opens his mouth to reply, but a flying decorative pillow hits him square in the face. Craning your neck in the direction it came from, Bucky's lips quirk as he nods at you. You huff a laugh. "Thanks, Barnes."

"Don't mention it, doll."

As you all settle back in to watch some mindless TV, you feel a pair of lips brush against the skin of your hip where your shirt had ridden up. You smile and then your fingers get back to playing with Loki's hair and massaging his scalp.

After a yoga session with Bruce in the upper gym, FRIDAY asks you to stop by the communal floor before going to your apartment. You acknowledge her request and redirect your route, but the moment the doors ding open... you stumble out in shock.

There's a path of red rose petals lined with glass vases holding even more red roses. "What the..." You walk further into the room, hesitant of remaining on the rose petal pathway, but continue on with a shake of your head. "Hey, FRIDAY, who's the romantic?"

"If you continue walking, sweetheart, you'll get your answer." Loki's voice startles a laugh out of you and as you round the couch, the God in question is perched on the top step of the sunken sitting area. He's staring at you over his shoulder, smiling. "I hope you worked up an appetite."

There's an honest to God candlelit picnic dinner on the floor before him and your jaw drops open in shock. Eyes widening in surprise, your gaze darts back to Loki who's standing up to his full height now. "Loki," you laugh in awe. "What the- what's going on?"

"What? Can't I treat my lady every now and then?"

You snort. "Your lady? Since when are we adding labels to whatever this is between us?" You ask.

His eyes sparkle as he reaches for one your hands, his fingers dancing up your arm and to your shoulder where he slyly wraps an arm around your shoulders and tucks you into his side. "Since the lovely Miss Potts sought me out in front of my brother and told me how much she appreciated me spending time with you, and that she highly approved of whatever we had going on. I blame you, you know, for telling your cousin how soft you've made me." He presses a quick kiss to your temple.

"How soft I've made you?" You laugh incredulously. "Loki, Loki, Loki," you muse. "I hate to tell you, but you've always been this soft. You just never had the right lady to bring it out of you."

"Hmm. I suppose so." As you glance up at him, his lips fall upon yours. He pecks you once, then twice, humming as he lets his lips linger against yours longer each time. "Come now, love. Let us eat before Barton's nose brings him to this floor."

#imagine #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #pepper potts #loki laufeyson imagine #fanficimagery

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Naughty Boy*

Steve Rogers x Reader Fic

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2068 Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassed Steve, Smut NSFW (18+)

Song: Nasty Naughty Boy by Christina Aguilera (this is what happens when I spend the day trolling Spotify instead of being productive.)

Summary: Steve's birthday takes a surprising turn.

“What in the world are we doing here?” Steve asked, cheeks already reddening.

“You only turn a hundred once, Cap,” Natasha snickered, leading Steve toward a table just slightly off center of the stage.

“Yeah, but…” he sighed when Bucky clamped the metal hand on his shoulder and shoved him in a chair.

“You’re such a wuss. It’s not a strip club, so what’s your beef?” Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, Cap. It’s burlesque. You don’t even get to see… the fun bits,” Sam snickered. “Plus, this is a nice place. Classy.”

Glancing around, Steve wasn’t sure what constituted classy.

It was a dark joint, lots of lace and crystals and pearls mostly done in blacks and reds. The tables were small, intimate, meant for two or four people only. Heavy chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, candles on all the tables, lamps and mirrors and scantily clad woman… everywhere.

Dressed in his Captain’s uniform, they’d insisted he go formal, he was pretty much a match for Bucky in his threads, neither bothering to upgrade to the uniform of today, preferring the ones from the forties.

Natasha had pulled out all the stops in a sweeping black floor length gown with a thigh-high slit, elbow length gloves, and the reddest lips he’d ever seen her wear.

Sam and Tony had chosen suits fancy enough to be tuxes, both looking far more debonaire than he was used to.

Wanda’s strapless dress of flowing red swirled and moved around her, complementing the curls which fell down her back.

Even Vision had got into the act, dressing a suit as classy as Tony and Sam’s.

They pulled three tables together as Tony arrived with the waitress and manager, the first carrying a tray full of flutes, and the later two ice buckets along with bottles of champagne.

Apparently Tony had lined this all up, and, as Steve felt his ears redden, the manager proceeded to gush and fawn over him. It made him a little self-conscious, never one to like being treated as anything but what he was. He was a soldier, a damn good one. All this attention made him uncomfortable.

Finally, Natasha took pity on him and shooed the man away. “Loosen up, Steve. You’ll like this, promise.”

Sighing, he accepted the glass, sitting back in his seat, determined to get through… whatever was coming next with some semblance of poise.

Everyone wished him a happy birthday, offering some toast or another, finishing up as the lights dimmed.

When the show started, he was both a little mortified and intrigued. As Sam had said, the woman, while scantily clad, never really got naked, but it was a highly provocative display. The music was reminiscent of the nineteen forties, the costumes were as well. Eventually, with darkness and the cheering of the people around him, he relaxed enough to actually enjoy himself.

Then, you came on stage.

Hair soft as cashmere curling over your shoulder, a white gown meant to make a man’s mind drift to thoughts of bedrooms, satin sheets, and silky smooth skin, it caressed and clung to you. You walked with a sway, a sex appeal which wouldn’t be ignored, hips swinging, long legs peeking out the split in the skirt.

Standing at the top of the stage, the spotlight fell on you. “C’mere, big boy. Mm, yeah.”

Vibrant, piercing eyes looked right at him. Steve swallowed hard, the insane desire overcoming him to point to himself and say, me?

The horns started to play when you started to sing, the song as provocative as the movements you used, he couldn’t look away.

You've been a bad, bad boy I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy There's no need to feel no shame Relax, and sip upon my champagne 'Cause I wanna give you a little taste Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy I'll give you some oh-la-la Voulez vous coucher avec moi? I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet You nasty boy Nasty, naughty boy

 Mesmerized, he swallowed hard. You’d gotten closer, drifted toward the edge of the stage, smiled and winked, and waved at the people who catcalled and cheered.

Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind  Now, if you're ready, come and get me I'll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving (loving) Hush now, don't say a word I'm gonna give you what you deserve Now, you better give me a little taste Put your icing on my cake You nasty boy Oh no, oh there I go again I need a spanking 'cause I've been bad So let my body do the talkin'  I'll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving Oh, ha! Come on, daddy! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh, come on, sugar

When your eyes drifted back to him, when your smile turned from sweet to sultry, he knew he was in trouble.

Stepping off the stage, you sashayed your way toward him. Walked up to the table with all his friends and teammates. Your hand travelled Bucky’s arm, Sam’s shoulders, Tony’s back. You teased Wanda’s hair, caressed Vision’s cheek, ran your fingers up Natasha’s glove. But when you came to him, you did something even bolder.

The push on his shoulder had Steve turning his chair slightly toward you. Up close, watching you sing, smelling the scent of your perfume, he was enthralled. You were a siren come to steal his senses. Then, you sat on his knee, draped yourself across his chest, your arm wrapping behind his neck and hand going to his hair.

Sitting in his lap, suddenly finding his arms full of sultry and voluptuous woman, he swallowed hard and prayed you didn’t shift a few more inches to the center.

I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet You nasty boy Nasty, naughty boy Naughty boy Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind Now that you're ready, give it to me Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loving Now give me a little spanking Oh, oh, is that all you've got? Come on now, don't play with me Oh, give me that hot, sweet, nasty Boy, don't you make me wait Now you better give me a little taste Put your icing on my cake You nasty boy Mm

When you finished, your hand went to his cheek, tipped his head up. “Happy birthday… Captain,” you whispered, pressing your pink glossed lips to his cheek. A wicked light gleamed when you pulled back. Sexy eyes, heavy-lidded, dropped to his lips, rested there a moment, before you leaned down and kissed him, square on the mouth.

Steve kissed back, finding your lips tasted like strawberries.

When you lifted your head a few seconds later, a smile broke over your lips as screaming rose around the room. You winked and slipped from his lap. Walking away, you waved to the crowd and escaped behind the curtain.

“Not such a bad birthday after all, hey, Cap?” Natasha teased.

Steve smirked stupidly, slowly shaking his head. “Nope, not at all.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Steve escaped to the washroom. You hadn’t been back on stage, hadn’t sung again. The others had been good, but you had been… spectacular. Glancing at the door labelled Staff Only, he debated for all of ten seconds before pressing it open and sneaking inside.

A woman with hair as red as Natasha’s looked up, smiled, winked and pointed towards a room at the back of the dressing area.

Trying hard not to gape at her state of undress, or to let the red of embarrassment coat his entire face, Steve moved, quick and silent toward the door where he knocked.

When it opened, your eyes warmed. “Captain, took you long enough.” Grabbing him by the tie, you dragged him inside and shut the door, making sure the lock clicked in place.

“I just… uh, wanted to say…” Steve stumbled, flustered as he found himself thrust into a chair.

“Is that all, Captain?” you crooned, straddling one of his thighs, your robe loosening enough to show what you weren’t wearing.

Groaning, his hands slid beneath the satin. “Did you set this up with Tony?”

“Nat and I found the club a while ago on one of our girl’s nights,” you moaned when his hands moved up your torso, cupped your bare breasts. “Steve… did you like your birthday gift, baby?”

“Hell yeah, doll face. You’re the best wife in the world, doing something like that. So hot, baby.” Leaning forward, he drew you in, kissed your chest right over your heart. “I knew you could sing, but damn…”

“Took a few lessons,” you sighed when his hands drifted down to your ass.

“I really did think you weren’t going to be around for tonight. Such a bad girl for lying to me.”

Lips closed over your nipple, sucked hard. “Worth it,” you gasped.

Surging to his feet, taking you with him, he set you on the lit makeup table, and tore frantically at his zipper, cock springing free when his pants and boxers fell around his knees.

Your hand is there, gripping, stroking, tugging in the rhythm you knew he liked.

“No teasing, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you, so turned on. God, you were sexy. Let me in, doll.”

Whimpering, wetter than ever, you guided him to your core and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your mouth fell open on a breathless moan when his cock slid slowly through silky walls. “Oh… Captain!”

A rough growl, hard thrust, tightly gripping hands, expressed his lack of control far greater than words could.

“Do it, Steven. Take me just like you want,” you said, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

He held you still for a moment, his hips pulled back, thrust forward.

Then, he’s plunging into you, hard thrusts which shook the table, before he’s jacking you up, holding you above it, free in the air. The only thing keeping you up is his arms, the grip you had around his neck, and the hard length stroking its way inside you.

“Fuck, Steven,” you hissed. “You know what this does to me!”

He knew the gleam in his eyes is wicked. “Yeah? You gonna come for me, bad girl? I think you’re the nasty, naughty one. Singing such things to me. You gonna blow my mind? You gonna give me the hot, sweet, sexy loving, darlin’?”

On a loud whine, you threw your head back. “Oh, baby!” Your back landed against the sofa as he took you both to it.

Tugging your legs up, he locked your knees over his shoulders and plowed into you.

Your ability to speak beyond moans and whimpers disappeared. Gripping handfuls of his jacket, you held on as he took you hard and fast, rough and a little wild. It was thrilling watching him lose himself in you.

Sweat beaded across his brow, low-level moans and grunts slid from his throat with every thrust.

The coil within your abdomen strained tight. “Ste...Steven…” you managed to force out. “I… need…”

But he knew, sat back, took his thumb to your clit.

Shaking, you arched, a silent cry of ecstasy flushing over your skin. Everything inside you collapsed down to the length of steel sliding through your clenching walls. Fire seared your veins, raced outward, sent you flying. “Steve!” you cried out, grabbing the sleeves of his jacket.

He fell forward, buried his face in your throat, jerked helplessly against you as his orgasm overcame him. “Fuck…” hissed softly from between his lips. “Dollface… I love you.”

Chuckling softly, you ran your hands through his thoroughly destroyed hair. “Love you too, Cap. Happy birthday.”

***

Heading back out into the club together, Steve seated you next to Natasha who grinned smugly.

“Pretty good plan, (Y/N),” she quipped. “Looks like a success.”

“Other than the fact Steve looks like he’s been in a fight. Wrinkles in your dress uniform? For shame, Captain,” Tony chuckled.

“That’s what happens when you leave your clothes on,” you snorted into your glass of champagne.

Steve’s face reddened. “Doll!” he barked at you as the table erupted in laughter.

You shrugged, smile wicked, perfectly happy with your naughty boy.

-End-

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