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notenoughfandoms · 11 months

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You've Done This Before, Right? (Steve Rogers x Reader - SMUT)

Summary: You kiss Steve in the parking lot and well, one thing leads to another

A/N - GIF NOT MINE

Warnings: Smut, More Smut, and nothing but smut, Language, 18+

You couldn't believe it. You'd fallen for Steve Rogers. He was basically your closest friend. And now you found him hot. Great. Just Great.

You were sitting on the table in the compound, thinking about your gigantic crush on the super solider, when Bucky walked in.

"Doll, if you're going to picture doing....things with our best friend, you might as well tell him how you feel."

Along with Steve, Bucky was also your best friend, so naturally, he knew how you felt.

"I'm not picturing anything."

"Yeah, and Stark is good with people."

"Don't pull the sarcasm on me, Barnes. That's my job, alright."

He threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"All right, I get it! It is also my duty to get y'all together fast, the sexual tension is killing me."

Just then Steve walked in.

"What's killing him?"

"Oh- uh, just you know, Tony's sarcasm." you sputtured.

Bucky smirked at how flustered you got, and Steve quirked an eyebrow.

"Tony?"

"Yeah. Iron Man...."

"Oh. Ok. So, I was gonna go for a run, so, wanna come with?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Good. If you two keep flirting, I'm gonna throw up in my breakfast.", Bucky commented

You blushed (so did he) as you walked to your room and got changed. You put your silky h/c hair in a ponytail, and changed into a black sports bra with matching joggers.

You went downstairs, and seemingly only Bucky noticed the way Steve was staring at you.

As you ran next to Steve, you felt the cool morning air hit your face. You thought about what would happen if you told Steve what you felt for him. You'd been so caught up in your thoughts, you didn't realize that you were both in the garage. You both slowed down and stopped while he got some water from his car.

"Y/N? You doing ok?", He asked, stepping closer to you.

"Yeah, just..thinking."

"Ok"

You decided it was time.

"Actually, Steve, I've been meaning to tell you something. I like you. I have for a while, but I didn't know if you'd feel the same, and-"

He cut you off by kissing you abruptly, and you kissed back with pleasure. You deepened the kiss, and he licked your lips. You opened your mouth for him to enter, and he darted his tongue in your mouth, exploring it. You moaned quietly. You both pulled apart panting, and you could hardly resist the temptation to pull his clothes off and fuck him senseless.

"I've been wanting to do that. I like you too, Y/N. And I gotta admit, I got kinda jealous hearing you call him Tony."

You wanted to kiss him again.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Good. We should take this to my room, then."

"Yeah. Totally."

You both headed to your room, giggling like teenagers. You both got in your room, and he locked the door, and shoved you against the wall, kissing you passionately, his tongue darting back in your mouth. You both started to head to the bed, and stopped him.

"You've done this before, right?, you asked

He nodded. That was all you needed. You took off his shirt, and he took of your bra, then cupped your breasts in his hands, causing you to moan. He took of your pants, and as he was taking off your panties, shoved two fingers inside you, making you moan with pleasure.

You slowly took off his boxers, his hard member showing. He layed you on the bed, and kissed you once more, going all the way down. He circled his tongue around your clit, and you whimpered.

"Steve.", you moaned.

"Use your words, sweetheart.", he raspily replied

"I need you inside me."

"As you wish."

He thrust inside of you, and you let out a louder moan this time. He kept thrusting, and flipped him. You know hovered over him, and you rode his large dick.

"Fuck, baby, so wet for me."

You both moaned, and the bed racked. Eventually, you both unraveled, panting.

"That was...amazing, Y/n."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Steve,:

#steverogersxreader #steverogers #buckybarnes #marvel #marvelimagine #smut #steverogerssmut

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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Drinking Alone, Together.

Summary: Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, but fate seems to bring broken souls together.

Warnings: smut, angst, alcohol as a coping mechanism, drinking to forget.

W/C: 1.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (she/her - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: drinking the pain away.

Notes: Set in the missing 5 years of Endgame. Inspired by Carrie Underwood - Drinking Alone. I used some of the lyrics too.

Betas: @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

Steve wasn’t looking for anything other than the bottom of a bottle, or ten. The serum coursing through him meant he couldn’t get drunk, at least not in the traditional sense. But Thor had left three barrels of Asgardian liquor at the compound, and he had filled two hip flasks to mix with the whiskey he ordered at the bar.

His baseball cap and the circular booth at the back of the room offered some privacy. The small wall light, covered by a dark red shade and a visible amount of dust, gave it a smoky, mysterious atmosphere, but he wasn’t there for that either.

Since the snap, he craved noise—any noise. Silence was the enemy; silence nurtured thoughts, and thoughts spawned tendrils of all the mistakes he felt he’d made. Noise and the God of Thunder’s numbing liquid were the remedies.

The booth directly opposite him was occupied by a brunette woman sitting alone. The waitress caught his eye when she came over to ask the patron for her order, and though it wasn’t intentional, he heard the whole exchange.

“Open a tab,” she said, handing the waitress her card. “And bring me a bottle of Jack or Jim or one of their friends, please.”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

The waitress didn’t take long, returning with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a single glass. The brunette smiled her thanks, pouring a double measure into her glass before the waitress had even walked away. She took a sip, eyes falling closed as she swallowed, resting her head on the back of the booth.

Steve didn’t mean to intrude or stare, but she was directly in his line of sight, and he saw when a single tear slipped from her eye. She finished her drink with her eyes closed and tears steadily streaking her cheeks. There was something morbidly enchanting about the silently crying woman. Perhaps it was the reminder that he wasn’t the only one down on his luck, that his heartbreak wasn’t, after all, a lonely endeavor.

She opened her eyes long enough to pour another drink, and she must have felt his enraptured scrutiny because she froze and met his eyes.

He didn’t look away, and she raised her glass with a twitch of her lips that could hardly be classified as a smile, wiping her tear-stained cheeks. He offered her a supportive smile, “Drowning the pain is better with somebody else who has problems.”

She shrugged, “this seat ain’t taken,” motioning to the spot beside her.

He contemplated it while she refilled her empty glass. The solution to their problems wouldn’t be found at the bottom of a bottle. Steve knew that. She probably knew that too. But he didn’t need his problems solved; he needed to forget. Maybe this was fate, bumping into someone seeking refuge in burning liquor, and maybe they should be drinking alone, together.

“Let me make one thing clear. You can buy me a beer,” he pointed a warning finger at her, “but you ain't taking me home.”

She held her hands up, surrendering, “No pick-up lines, promise.”

He softly smiled when he stood up and collected his glass. “Good, ‘cause I came here to shed a few tears of my own,” he said, sliding in next to her.

“Misery loves company,” she clinked her glass against his, and they knocked back their shots.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked after their glasses were no longer empty again.

She shook her head, “not in the slightest. You?”

“No,” Steve said with a heavy sigh. He was all talked out, tired of strategizing, and downright exhausted with failing at every turn to undo what Thanos did.

“All I need is a stranger with a whiskey chaser and a corner booth kiss to make me forget.”

She slid closer and pressed her lips to his. He cupped her cheek, holding her in place and running his tongue along her bottom lip. The mixture of Jack Daniel’s and salty tears on his tongue stirred a macabre desire in Steve. The taste of her sadness distracted him from his own troubles, and he regretted telling her she couldn’t take him home, for he was sure he could help her forget her sorrows, at least until morning.

After a moment, breathlessly, she pulled back, “You said I’m not allowed to take you home, but you can take me home.”

Her kiss had aroused him, and her words made him groan. But he still had some of his senses. He took off his cap and her eyes widened for a moment when recognition dawned. He gave her a second to reconsider or make some remark but she kissed him again.

“What’s your name?” he whispered.

“I’ll tell you if you promise to forget tomorrow.”

Steve chuckled, “deal.”

“It’s,” she paused, then with a sly smile said, “does it really matter?”

The cab had barely pulled away from the curb before Steve’s hands returned to fondle Y/N’s breasts under her blouse and their mouths reconnected.

The poor driver had received quite the show. Though no clothes had been removed, their behavior had become more than inappropriate for their location. She had ended up straddling Steve’s lap. He had buried his head in her neck and alternated between kissing and sucking at her skin to losing himself in her breasts, then returning to her mouth. She’d whined and moaned as she ground down on his erection, scratched her nails down his chest, bit and sucked his ear lobe.

She broke their kiss and turned her back to him to walk up the path. Steve wrapped an arm around her waist, held her against him, and kissed her neck as they stumbled together. Groaning dreamily, she stopped when they reached the front door and laid her head back on his shoulder, and his hand snaked under her shirt to knead her lace-clad breasts again.

She rubbed her ass against his denim-covered dick, and he growled into her neck.

“Damn it,” she cursed, “Steve, you gotta stop,” and she wriggled out of his grasp, taking a step to the left. She chuckled at the childish pout he flashed her, arms held mid-air as if he still held the ghost of her. “Keys.”

Steve shoved his hand in his back pocket and fished out his set of keys. Quickly finding the correct one, he practically leapt forward to push it into the lock. Y/N swiftly stepped up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist to begin unbuckling his belt.

With the door now open, Steve turned in her arms and framed her face with his hands along her jaw. Drawing her mouth toward him as he dipped to capture her lips and pulled her with him through the door.

He guided them far enough past the threshold of the door for Y/N to be able to shove it closed with her foot. The slam of the door was quickly followed by the thud of her bag and the jangle of his keys hitting the hardwood floor. Her hands went back to unfastening the button of his jeans, and Steve pushed her leather jacket off her shoulders.

Once her jacket pooled at her feet, Y/N broke the breathless kiss to yank her blouse over her head, and Steve followed suit, shedding his jacket and shirt.

She paused to drink him in. Had his arms always been that big? She wanted him to squeeze her until she lost her breath and then hold her tighter still. His smooth skin looked as soft as silk under the light, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to run her fingertips from the base of his throat over the curve of his pecs, the defined muscles of his abs that were more prominent now he was panting for breath. His unfastened jeans hung on his hips and sagged enough that her fingers could skim the lines over his hips that curved into his pelvis before disappearing beneath his black boxers. His dick strained at his open fly, and she swallowed a needy whimper as she dragged her eyes back to his face.

Steve’s eyes were closed, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and he shivered as she scraped her nails along the elasticated waistband of his boxers. She stepped into him, and feeling her proximity, he opened his eyes, awarding her a soft, lust-filled smile as he tilted his head to the left to kiss her.

Y/N pressed her lips firmly to his, and she felt the goosebumps pepper her flesh under Steve’s hand on the small of her back, his fingers lazily drawing patterns along her spine. She needed more, wanted to see if he still tasted like whiskey or if she’d washed the burn from his mouth with her earlier kisses.

Steve pulled away to stare into her eyes, “can we slow down?” he requested.

Her mind reeled for a second. It was a small rejection but a rejection all the same. But she had to laugh off the self-conscious thought. “How slow are you thinking?” she asked, lips ghosting over his neck.

She scraped her teeth over his pulse point and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxers. She pressed her lips to his pecs, then sucked and swirled her tongue around the hardening nub of his nipple.

His cock slapped against his stomach as she freed it from its restraints, and it took all her self-control to not instantly drop to her knees. She was eager to taste him, feel his cock heavy on her tongue, pushing deeper and deeper at the back of her throat.

But he wanted to go slow, and she’d give him what he wanted, anything he wanted.

Y/N wrapped a delicate hand around his dick, tight enough that he could feel her, but soft enough that he was the one to thrust his hips to gain more friction.

“Too slow?” she whispered, peppering his abs with kisses. She gazed hungrily up at him as she squatted in front of him; with hooded eyes, she licked her lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “you keep lookin’ at me like that doll, and this is gonna be over in minutes.”

She smirked, tightening her grip and pumping him lazily. “I wanna taste you,” she confessed, licking a long strip south from his navel, along his length, and around his tip.

His head fell back to whisper a curse to the ceiling, and she dropped completely to her knees. Pumping him with one hand, the other gripped his thigh, and she dug her nails into his skin as she swallowed him.

“Fuck!” he growled, his chin dropping to his chest to watch her.

She wanted to keep her focus on his face, watch it contort with desire and lust, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from slipping shut and humming as he touched the back of her throat. He tasted so good, salty with a sweet tang. Her nose bumped his public bone as she pushed and pulled back and forth—his skin smelt of coconut and an earthy tint.

The only measure of time was how breathless she became, but she didn’t stop. She wanted the flavor of him every time she swallowed for hours after she was done.

His hips rocked with her rhythm, and she felt him tense. His thrusts stuttered, but before he gave her what she wanted, he pulled himself free. “I want you, so fuckin’ bad, baby girl,” he whined, a gentle thumb wiping a puddle of saliva from her chin.

“We’ve got all night,” she assured him. Stroking his wet shaft, she lapped up the pre-cum that dribbled from his tip. “Give me all of it,” she all but demanded and returned him to sit thick and heavy on her tongue.

The short break had done nothing to squash his arousal, and after finding their pace again, Steve was shuddering and spilling syrupy hot cum into her mouth.

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers // AF Angst

#anyfandomangstbingo #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steverogers #steverogerssmut #smut #marvel #mcu #smangst #captain america #captainamericafic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x fem!reader #angst

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officialcga · 3 years

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Hufflepuff: can I tell you a joke?

Slytherin: *already regretting it* Sure

Hufflepuff: why shouldn’t you break up with a quidditch player?

Slytherin: why?

Hufflepuff: *on the brink of tears bc they’re holding back laughter* because they’re a keeper.

Slytherin: ...

#harry potter #hufflebuddy #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #hogwarts #slytherin #slytherpuff relationships #ravenclaw #steverogerssmut #draco malfoy smut

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bethjs-2005 · 2 years

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My Captain

Warnings: smut - oral (m & f/r), dirty talk, dom Steve, choking. There's a bit of sad Steve near the beginning.

SLAM! You jump as you hear the door bang shut and footsteps beginning to climb the stairs. You scramble out of bed and open your door to see Steve, not even in his suit, standing there. He's covered in cuts and bruises and looks exhausted.

"Hey babe," you whisper, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a hug. You can feel his muscles rippling as he holds you tight to him.

"I'm so glad you're back!" you say, pulling back and looking into his face,

"I got worried when I didn't hear from anyone for a while. How did the mission go?" He just looks at you, and you notice tears in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" you demand, worried.

"I-we saw-" he shakes his head to clear it and tries again.

"Bucky's alive," You gape at him for a couple of moments.

"But you guys were friends over 70 years ago! How is that possible?"

"Hydra," he mutters, and you pale slightly.

"But if Hydra got to him, then I'm guessing he's not himself," you say, and Steve nods.

"They brainwashed him, gave him a metal arm, then kept him in Cryo-freeze unless they needed someone killed," he whispers, beginning to tremble,

"He looked me straight in the face and didn't remember me. He doesn't even remember his own name!" Steve begins to cry, and you pull him into your arms. You sit him down on your bed and put your arms around him as he sobs.

"Steve, it's gonna be okay. Tony can fix anything, I'm sure he'll find a way to cure Bucky," you say, pulling back and holding his face in your hands. You brush away his tears with your thumbs and lean in to kiss him softly. His hands reach up to pull you closer, one of them cupping the back of your neck.

The kiss changes suddenly into a hungry one, full of desperate need and love. Your tongue touches the seam of Steves's lips and he opens for you, your tongues tangling together as his hand grips your waist. He suddenly changes position, flipping you over so he's lying on his back with you straddling his waist. He drives his hips upwards and you groan into his mouth as you feel him.

"That's it, baby," he growls, and you feel his hand reach down to grab your ass. He pulls you farther up his body and drives his hips up again. You moan, and he flips you onto your back, tugging his shirt off and giving you a delicious view of his abs.

"You're wearing too much clothing," he murmurs huskily, tugging on your jeans.

"Likewise," you reply, then gasp when he grabs your throat.

"Don't backtalk, Y/N," he snarls,

"and you will address me as Captain, understand?" You nod, feeling yourself getting wetter.

"Use your words!" he hisses, tightening his hand slightly.

"Yes Captain," you whisper, and he smirks.

"Good girl. Now strip down to your panties and lay flat on your back," he orders and releases your neck. You hasten to obey and once you're mostly naked you stand in front of him. His eyes rake your body and you reach up to cover your exposed breasts, feeling self-conscious. Steve reaches over and grabs your hands, pulling them away.

"Don't do that, baby," he says sternly, and you nod.

"Yes Captain," you mumble, looking at the floor.

"Never hide from me, Y/N. You're beautiful," he whispers, standing up and lifting your chin. then he smirks.

"Now, get on the bed and stay there,"

You jump onto the bed and lay flat on your back. Steve observes you for a couple moments, then leans forward and connects your lips. You wind your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, but a moment later he has your hands pinned above your head by one of his.

He bites your lip softly and reaches down to grab your breast. You arch your back and moan as he pinches your nipple, then whine as he pulls away. Suddenly you feel cool air on your clit and jump, then realize Steve removed your panties.

"So wet for me, Y/N," he growls, licking your slit,

"always so wet for me." The rumble of his voice against your most sensitive spot makes you writhe, and he chuckles, licking your slit again.

Then you gasp as you feel two of his fingers enter you at the same time Steve sucks gently on your clit. Your reach down and grab his hair, tugging on the silky strands.

"How-" you gasp slightly, then continue,

"how is your hair still this soft after not showering for 3 days?" Steve pulls back, and you can see him smiling.

"It's the serum, sweetheart." He smirks at you and lowers his head again.

You tilt your head back in pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of your body at a steady rate. He licks and sucks on your clit even faster, casuing you to moan loudly. You can feel yourself getting closer to release, and you are about to tell Steve when he pulls away.

"Hey!" you whine as he smirks and gets off the bed.

"Just a moment, baby," he says, unbuckling his jeans and puling them down. You can see his bulge pressing against teh fabric of his boxers. He pulls them down and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard and throbbing dick.

You sit up and crawl towards him, making him hiss slightly when you grab his dickand pull him forward slightly.

You swicth positions, him sitting on the edge of the bed and you kneeling between his legs. You look up at him as you lean forward and take him into your mouth, chuckling slightly when he groans loudly. You lok down and see that there's still about 2 inches left, so you reach up and grab his thighs, readying yourself.

"What are you-" Steve begings to speak, but his words choke off into a moan as you deep-throat him, making sure not to gag. You move one hand from his thighs to his balls, squeezing one just enough that you feel him twitch in your mouth.

"Oh, god," he groans, reaching forward and grabbing your head, beginning to thrust up into your mouth.

"I'm close, Y/N," At these words you pull away, making him open his eyes and look down at you.

"Why did you stop?" he asks, frowning, and you shrug.

"That's what you did to me," you say, and he smirks, getting up.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that," he says, grabbing you and pulling you to your feet. Then he throws you on the bed.

"Hands and knees, now," he growls, and you do so at once, looking back at him and grinning slyly. He's staring at you in awe.

"You like this position?" I ask, and he smiles.

"God, you're gorgeous," you hear him whisper as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"You ready?"

"When am I not?"

Without warning he thrusts into you, making you jerk forward with a gasp. He waits for a moment to let you adjust, then pulls out slightly.

"You ok, baby?" he asks, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. You nod, unable to speak. He suddenly smacks your ass.

"Use your words, Y/N," he commands.

"I'm-ah!- I'm ok, Captain," you assure him breathlessly, squealing slightly as he flicks your clit lightly,

"you can move."

Steve smiles and leans forward to kiss your neck softly, pulling out of you even more. Then he pushes back in slowly, and you revel at every place your connected. He bgeins to pump in and out of you at a steady pace, but you need more.

"Harder," you gasp, and a second later he is speeding up, causing you to let out a loud moan.

"Ah! I'm close, Steve!" you shout, and Steve suddenly stops and pulls out.

"Lay on your back, baby," he says, and once you are comfortable he leans forward and kisses you, pushing in again. He begins pounding into you, making you and the bed jerk backward and forward.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" you let out loud moans every time he thrusts into you, and then suddenly Steve shouts,

"I'm going to cum!" He begins thrusting even faster, something you didn't think was even possible.

"Me too!" you moan, and suddenly the full force of your climax hits you, causing your back to arch off the bed and you to let out a scream of pleasure. A moment later Steve releases inside you, moaning loudly. He continues thrusting, drawing out both of your climaxes. then he pulls out and collapses beside you, both of you breathing heavily.

"I love you," you murmer, taking his hand and kissing the back of it.

"I love you too," he replies, turning to look at you,

"and I can't wait for you to meet Bucky," You burst out laughing.

"You're mentioning this now?" you giggle, and Steve smiles sheepishly.

"Well, I can't wait to meet him either."

#steverogers #steverogerssmut #stevesmut #avengerssmut #avengers #smut #fanfiction #buckybarnes #oneshot

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natasharomanoffschick · 3 years

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Need you

Warnings: Smut, 18+, daddy!steve x reader, mommy!natasha x reader, natasha x steve, morning sex, oral sex, squirting, cunnilingus, anal buttplug, toys

YOU CAN'T COPY MY WORK!!

Steve woke up after a long night of fun, with Natasha and y/n. He was lying in his bed, and was watching y/n's ass, until he felt an hand on his tight. "It's morning and you're still horny?" said Natasha, he didn't know what to say, because yes it has been a long night but y/n's ass was asking to be fucked. So with a small smirk he turned to nat and gave her a passionate kiss on her lips. "Look at her ass, is asking us to put in it a buttplug and then fuck her till she squirts". Natasha thought about it and said "Let's find what we need because I want to eat her pussy out".

It was only thw start...

#mommy!nat#daddy!steve#smut#natasharomanoffsmut#steverogerssmut

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savingbuckyb · 7 years

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Like A Virgin

Warning: Virgin!Steve, Obvious Smut

Author’s Note: I’ve been loving Steven lately so i just thought a little sin should be put in America’s angel. Feel free to send in requests and sorry this took so long :) p.s don't know I feel about this one , leave feedback

“Truth or dare?” You chimed disconnecting Steve’s attention from the television and the bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“Oh no. Not this again.” He rolled his baby blues before rising from his spot on the couch.

You grabbed his forearm, attempting to yank him back down but knowingly failed due to the fact that he was stronger and bigger than you.

“Come on, I promise I won’t embarrass you like last time.” You pouted giving him puppy dog eyes before smiling proudly after Steve finally gave in, sighing heavily plopping back down next to you.

You and Steve were having a friendly movie night. This rarely happened due to the constant missions the two of you were involved in. Fortunately, tonight Tony’s plan backfired, so you took that as an advantage to steal from Bucky’s snack stash and have small talk over a horrible romantic comedy. Steve always favored the small talks that consisted of you insulting Pietro’s cooking and your thoughts on dying your hair the same as Natasha’s. But immediately recoiled at the terms, Truth or Dare. You couldn’t blame him, there was a possibility that Natasha was still traumatized from seeing Steve in all his American pride last Christmas.

“Truth.” He breathed out, sighing heavily, giving innuendos that he did not want to involve himself in this trap called a game.

“Figures you’d pick truth. Hmm.. is it true that you went raw on that model at Tony’s party last week?

Steve cheeks were instantly blanketed with crimson.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Looks like America’s angel isn’t so pure-”

“Okay, okay. Enough about me. Truth or dare?” He interrupted, quickly trying to change subject.

“Truth.” A slight smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Is it true about you and Buck?” Steve questioned, red still slightly present on his cheeks.

Your eyes widened at the question, scanning the room to see if anyone was listening.

“How do you know about that?”

“How do you think I know?”

You made Bucky swore to never tell a soul about waking up in his bed the morning after. The night before you and him got a little more intoxicated than you intended to and one thing led to another. Slurred words were exchanged and clothes were ripped. Yes, Bucky was basically sex on legs and yes, you had recurring dreams that involved you sitting on his face more than occasionally but you couldn’t see yourself with him romantically.

“I was drunk, alright? I could’ve slept with anything that night.” You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your half finished Coke. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth..” Steve murmured and you prompted him a slight smirk.

“I thought this was a game of truth or dare? Not truth or truth. But fine, I’ll let it slide…Rumor has it that you’ve been lying about fucking all these women and you’re really a virgin, is that true?”

There was an odd silence between the two of you. Steve’s eyes met with yours, he parted his lips to manage words but nothing came out, just a mutter and soon the crimson flush on his cheeks reappeared. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you shook your head in disbelief, the realization struggling to kick in.

“You’re a virgin?” You scooted closer to him, knees brushing against his, small chuckles surpassing.

You felt guilty for laughing at the man’s bashfulness, but you couldn’t put two and two together. How can a guy like Steve Rogers be a virgin? He was Captain America for Christ sake, he could get anyone and anything he wanted, when he wanted it. He didn’t bother to look you directly in the eye and you couldn’t help but stare in awe at how much his immaculateness was showing through his brooding physique. His head was hung low and long lashes were swept against the tips of his cheeks. You leaned in closer, causing his breath to hitch loud enough to hear, bringing your palm up to his cheek, his stubble slightly scratching the soft skin. Steve’s eyes finally met yours, you caught his chin in between your two fingers, making sure he was incapable of breaking contact.

“I can change that, if you like-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips were latched onto yours in a matter of seconds. This didn’t feel out of place at all, there was always a common tension between the pair of you that was rather left unspoken or ignored. It didn’t take long for your tongue to sly it’s way pass his teeth, exploring the depths of his mouth. You were soon on his lap, your legs wrapped securely around his tiny waist, as your hands wrenched through his now unruly hair, still immensely deep in kiss. Steve didn’t make any attempt to move his hands from his sides giving you the impression that he was a little timid. You cascaded your hands down his biceps to his calloused hands, gripping them tightly. You gave him an reassuring smile, before guiding them to the hem of your tank top.

“Take it off.“ You breathed.

He reluctantly and gradually removed the flimsy material, keeping his eyes on the emerging skin. His lips parted open perceiving that you were bare underneath. There has been times he’d walk in on you changing and get a glimpse of what was concealed underneath that leather jumpsuit of yours but never gotten this up close. His eyes shifted from one taut nipple to the other, his tongue darted over his plush lips before gazing up at you, seeking permission. You smiled reassuringly, caressing the curve between his neck and mandible. At that moment, innocence was something you can touch. His eyes never strayed from yours as he took one of firm buds into his mouth, rotating the tip of his tongue. One of his hands reached up, giving your left breast the desired attention it was deprived of. His fingers pinched and tugged at the sensitive bundle until he finally earned a collected moan from you, acknowledging his new found skill. His mouth departed from your breast, leaving with a obscene pop and a string of saliva connected to his lips from your wet nipple. You were about to ask what was the reason for his mouth’s absence but before you could form a sentence his head was already between your thighs. Steve placed soft kisses on the inside of your right thigh, nibbling on the delicate skin. Before long, his mouth was on the small bundle of nerves, sucking hungrily. He refused to waste any time without having the slightest taste of you. He gave your clit little kisses before submerging his tongue inside of you causing you to grab a handful of his dirty blonde locks. He groaned at your sudden action, burying his face more into your cunt.

“You’re doing so good..” You managed to whimper out.

“You taste so good..”

He flattened his tongue, making one last, long stride along your cunt causing you to silently question if he has experience doing this before. You pulled him up to meet your lips with his, tasting yourself on his tongue. You pushed him back onto the couch, shimmying out of your pajama shorts. Steve fixed to pull down his pants but you immediately seized him, tugging them down yourself. You couldn’t help but blush at the sizable bulge being restrained by the tight cloth. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you pried off the material. His breathing hitched as the cool air hit his rock hard cock. You settled on the backs of your knees, taking his members into his palms, bowing your head as you made a log stride along a prominent vein. He immediately shook underneath your tongue, brushing away loose strands behind your ear to get a better view of your face. You made sure his cock was all wet and ready before you hovered yourself over him. Steve stared up at you, flustered and eyes blown. Your palms latched onto his chests, giving you more leverage as you slide down onto his awaiting member. Your breath and his caught as you both felt the fulfillment in each other. His hands grabbed onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises in the forms of fingertips. You didn’t expect him to have been so rough but you did expect him not to know his own strength. He threw his head back as you winded your hips, sliding him more into you. You moaned at the sudden warmth from Steve enclosing his forearms around your lower back, forcing you down onto him until all of his inches were engulfed into your sopping mound.

“Oh god.. Ste- Steven, fuck me harder..” You moaned through mutters.

His eyes lit up as if he was a teenage boy on Christmas when hearing his full name tumble off the tip of your tongue like a prayer being recited. He picked up the pace, holding you to his chest as began to pound inside you. The living room was now filled with lewd moans over the abandoned television in the background. You intertwined your fingers with his, guiding them up to the center of your neck.

“Choke me.. Please”

Steve arranged to ask why, but shook the thought away quickly before curling his fingers around your neck, squeezing lightly.

“Tighter.” You said through clenched teeth.

He cautiously squeezed his hands tightly around your neck whilst pushing deeper inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back, your release edging on. Steve tightened his grip around your neck, noticing you were close to your climax.

“Are you gonna’ cum for me, doll?” Steve cooed into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.

You let out an inaudible response, contracting around him.

“Huh? You going to cum for me, sweetheart?”

The softness in his voice sent you over the edge causing you to spew your juices all over his member as you convulsed against him. Steve was right after you, he let out an animalistic growl, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hot seed ejected into your now spent mound, he rode out his orgasm before collapsing on top of you.

“You were amaz-”

“Wow…Who would’ve thought that Captain America would be a virgin?” Tony interrupted leaning against the wall that separated the living room and kitchen.

“That’s what I said!” You loudly agreed, shielding your modesty with the pile of Steve’s clothes.

The crimson on Steve’s cheeks reappeared, pinching the bridge of his nose.

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