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Conditions for Business | Yandere CEO Steve Rogers x Male Reader (Part 3)
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Pairing: (Verse) Steve Rogers x (Verse) Male Reader
Summary: Steve Rogers is one of the most prominent tech geniuses in the United States after his idea in software broke the industry. But he couldn't have done it without the encouragement of his high school best friend and secret crush- you. Unfortunately, you and Steve had a falling out, and after that, you two were out of each other's lives for good.
At least it seemed that way until Steve needs a new assistant and posts a vague job listing on LinkedIn. Steve's surprised when your application comes across his desk, but he's not going to let you get away this time. Not without any answers, anyway.
Warnings: Another Dark Series I fear. Light for now, but I will tag accordingly when the time comes. Vulgar language/profanity will be featured in this chapter (I saw people including that in warnings now?)
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Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters and this fic is for the enjoyment of myself and others! Don't sue me! 😃
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Author's Note: Yeah, this took helluva long time bc I wasn't really sure which direction to take it in (so I decided to try my best butttt maybe in the future when I finish this series, I'll add a special chapter where's it's outtakes/what got cut out). Thanks for continuing to read and trust me all of the support/comments on the last chapter were really motivating me through a tough time! And to that anon that sent an ask in my box saying "Update, bitch 🔪!" ... Sleep with one eye open tonight.
I hope y'all are ready for some DRAMA because this shit really gone escalate 😭 and I'm looking so forward to the comments because it's gone get messy up in here. Fun fact: I almost titled this chapter "You A Bitch, Steve Rogers" 😭
Enjoy this long ass chapter, y'all! 🙋🏾‍♂️💞
<Read Part One HERE and Part Two HERE >
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Part Three: Here's To New Beginnings... And Even Newer Ends
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Previously:
"Hello, Y/N," he says in a low voice that conveys nothing, "it's been a while."
And for some reason, prompted by his words, you're given a little moment where you relive your friendship with him, how much things have changed over time.
"Yeah, it has," you sigh, feeling a bit nostalgic and for a second you shed your professional armor. You want to talk to Stevie, your ex-best friend, not your boss.
"So… How you've been, Stevie?" You ask sincerely, and you flinch when his neutral expression turns cold in an instant and his eyes narrow into a glare that's there for a second, maybe two, before it's gone, and this honestly says a lot more than any detached tone Steve may take with you. He's pissed at you. You feel like you've made a miscalculation.
"You don't get to call me that anymore. It's either boss or Mr. Rogers to you," Steve coolly responds, and although the heat of his glare makes you flinch, it's nothing compared to the "anymore" in his sentence. Shit. You're already fucking this up. You knew he'd be mad-
"As a matter of fact, while you are working for me, you are not to address me unless it is to tell me vital information. You do not come to me with problems, you come to me with solutions. You can't solve a problem? You're gone. You can't meet a deadline? You're gone. There's no excuse for failure," Steve continues on his little power trip.
"It won't happen again, boss," you're quick to spit out before he gets any angrier. This is a well-paying job. You're not going to fuck it up because of your emotions, even though you find it weird that the man in front of you used to be your best friend, and now the two of you aren't even on a first name basis. There's a part of you that wants to say "get outta here with that dumb shit," but you know better. It's Steve's way of establishing distance between you two, which is to be expected because this is his, and now your, workplace.
But if that was the case, why hire you? This is going to cause tension in the office and wouldn't it be better for there to be a calm, cooperative environment? You're so confused.
You nod demurely, waiting for him to be finished.
"Do you understand? Use your words, Y/N," and you have to hold your tongue because this fucker is testing you- you can hear it, the smallest hint of a condescending tone after years of hearing it in any and all social subtexts directed your way.
And he's allowed to call you by your first name? Noted. Steve's already letting it be known that in this relationship he's going to get away with a lot more than you will.
"Yes, boss," you answer, and he nods.
"Good. And under no circumstances are you to reference any past relationship you had with me, under any circumstances," he orders and you can't help but feel a little hurt by that because isn't that why Steve wanted you here to work with him?
If Steve doesn't have any intentions of reconnecting with you, then why is he offering you the job?
"Why did you hire me?" You can't help but blurt out because you've already held your tongue enough and Steve looks at you startled.
"What?"
"I said, why did you hire me?" You step closer and watch as Steve takes a step back, expression guarded.
"Because you were qualified for the position, end of."
You snort, and Steve's eyes snap to you.
"That's a load of shit. I'm sure there were thousands of other applicants that applied for this job, but you went with me. You wanted me enough to make an insane offer-" Steve's eyes snap away from yours, and he looks down and straightens a stack of papers on his desk.
"You're overthinking this," Steve scoffs, but you've done a lot of thinking and you're not going to be swayed.
"Tell me why, then," you insist and Steve breathes out hard.
"There's nothing to tell!" Steve says in a loud voice, hand banging on the desk, and you jump. Steve is acting really unstable, but that's only because he's nervous. He's nervous because you're right. You're like a shark though, having caught the scent of blood already so you press him one last time.
"Tell me why you hired me, Steve!" You shout right back and Steve yells, "I told you not to call me that!" right back and wow, Steve must really hate your guts because the stare he is giving you is sharp enough to kill. Steve looks as shaken as you feel, though, and he turns around to try and compose himself, taking in and exhaling deep breaths you can hear before turning around. His face is relatively calm now.
"Now listen here, Y/N, either this conversation is over or your employment here is," Steve threatens in a smooth voice.
You balk at Steve's statement, at a loss for words because you don't want to lose your job already but it's fucked up of Steve to dangle your job in front of you to stop you two from having a clearly needed conversation.
"Understood, boss," you spit and Steve frowns at you but you just send him a thin-lipped smile and step out the office to see Jessica who looks at you, obviously shocked.
You don't know how much she's heard, but it's clear that she knows something's not right.
"Everything alright, Y/N?" She asks slowly, and you stare at her for a moment, feeling some urge to suddenly spill everything to her, but you hold yourself back. You don't know her.
"Of course, Jessica. Just had a clarifying conversation with Rogers," you answer and you can see the curiosity in Jessica's eyes as she nods and hums. She decides to mind her business, though, which you find surprising.
"Hm, I see." Jessica straightens her shoulders and paints a bright smile onto her face. "Well, first things first, congrats on getting the job! In a week from today, you'll be starting work so for the rest of the week, I'll train you to understand exactly what being an executive assistant for Steve Rogers means," Jessica kindly says.
"Jessica, would you mind directing me to the bathroom?" You ask politely because you really need a moment.
You're confused as hell and something about this situation feels so damn contradictory. It's clear that Steve has some sort of chip on his shoulder, but he wants you to work for him? No. It doesn't make sense. So you do what you whenever you need a second opinion; you call your best friend, Monica.
"Heyyy, Monica," you greet her sweetly, because a lot has happened since you last saw her a few nights ago and you know Monica's going to want to know why you didn't tell her everything from the beginning.
"Oh hey, Y/N, how you've been? Don't think I haven't noticed you ignoring my texts…" Monica says with a 'cut the shit' tone so you decide to come clean.
"I'm sorry, it's just, a lot has happened, and I was trying to wait until I had a handle of the situation before I bothered you with it," you ramble nervously.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" Monica asks, alarmed and you sigh.
"It's a little bit of a long story…" you hear loud rustling on the other side of the phone and you can't make out what that is.
"Well, that works for me because I'm supposed to take lunch now anyway, so start talking, bestie."
And while you're on the phone with Monica, Steve is making a phone call of his own.
"Hey, Buck?"
"Yeah, Steve?" Bucky's quick to answer.
"I think I know what I want to do with Y/N."
"He fucked up, didn't he?" Bucky asks smugly.
"..." Steve doesn't want to deign that with a response.
"Well, what do you have in mind?"
"Something that's a bit not good," Steve says hesitantly and Bucky laughs, a sharp and quick sound.
"Ooh, do tell," Bucky urges and Steve does. He knows just how to play Y/N and leave him high and dry for once.
Later, when you're trudging up the stairs of your apartment building, you see Mr. Velasquez who smiles and waves when he sees you.
"How did it go, Y/N?" You want to be able to tell such a sweet guy that today went well, but your throat feels thick and you can't do it; you can't lie to Mr. Velasquez.
"Well… " you start with a heavy sigh, and just like that, Mr. Velasquez's expression absolutely drops and it makes you feel horrible.
"Oh no… you didn't get the job?" He asks gently and that question catches you off guard.
"No, I got the job! It's just, I don't think my boss likes me," you admit in a quiet voice, and Mr. Velasquez sends you a sympathetic look.
"I see," he says, and then he thinks for a moment before his face brightens and he claps his hands. "Then there's no reason for you to worry at all, the answer to your problem is simple- you just have to make him like you, and then everything will be bien!" Mr. Velasquez enthusiastically suggests and honestly, it's a good suggestion.
Except... Steve doesn't stop being a dick. Long after your training finishes and Jessica leaves, his treatment of you only worsens. Everyday he's perfectly cordial but also dry. He works you to the bone, and every interaction the two of share save for when you're in front of investors, is short and to the point. It drains you so much.
"I'll give it a try," you tell Mr. Velasquez who gives you a smile and a thumbs up before entering his apartment. You don't hear the sweet old man calling your 'jefe' a 'pendejo,' though. (Although you would agree).
Make Steve like you?
It'll be a piece of cake, and will only work as long as Steve stops being a dick.
You try your best to get him to like you, trying to use your knowledge of what he likes to his benefit, but he blocks each and every attempt for the two of you to get close ruthlessly.
One morning, you get up extra early to visit a cafe to pick up the type of coffee you know Steve lived off of in college, and you have it hot and steaming on Steve's desk by the time he comes in, heart beating as you see him take the cup and sip it.
"Y/N?" You practically run into the office with eagerness, waiting to be told you've done well, only to see Steve dunk the entire cup into the little garbage can next to his desk, and you can't hold back the gasp that tears itself out of your throat at the motion.
"I-" you're speechless. The man's evil.
"Don't pull another stunt like this again. The coffee in this office suits me just fine, thank you," Steve says, adjusting his watch as you look at him in horror. That coffee cost you seven dollars but also an extra hour of sleep! You close your eyes against the unnecessary image of throttling Steve, and take in a deep breath and release it quickly.
"Whatever you say, boss," you tell him in a light tone before leaving the office quickly and proceeding to sit down in your desk, quickly reaching for the complimentary stress ball you received your first week of working here. The poor thing's all squeezed out but you latch onto it anyway and get to squeezing until the anger you feel passes.
He pulls more stunts like these, and your only saving grace is lunch time, your escape.
You typically coordinate lunch dates with Salma, aka Ms. Chaudri, the nice receptionist from your first day, because not being able to work with anyone else but Steve really sucks when he's being such a dick towards you, and Salma goes out at the same time as you do.
And the two of you get along well to the point that you two are called work spouses by Salma's colleagues since the two of you look out for each other and have given each other small treats and trinkets. Within two weeks of you working at Cap Incorporated, you do manage to get her that fruit basket, just like she had requested. She loved it, and kept hugging you enthusiastically even though there were either people in the building she had to tend to.
You can't wait to introduce her to Monica, or to ask if she has any nice guy friends she can introduce you to. Salma is good people, so by association, everyone she knows should be good people as well.
One morning, you're walking to the building from the train and to your surprise you can see Steve in the distance, exiting a fancy looking vehicle.
Does Steve have a car? You wonder to yourself, but you're surprised to see it drive off.
Must be a rental, then.
Seeing this makes you think for a moment about how different things are between the two of you now. Steve rents a car to work. You take the train. Is there really a way to bond with him? It feels like you two are galaxies away.
As if he could feel you thinking about him, Steve turns around and catches the sight of you staring, and in the distance you can make out him waving you over so you jog over to him.
But why is he here? His work day starts unofficially at 10 or 11, but here he is, anyway. Maybe he wants a headstart at torturing you. You wouldn't put it past him.
"Morning, boss," you tell him, gripping the strap of your crossbody satchel tightly.
Steve does nothing, just stares at you a moment and then says, "Let's go."
The two of you walk in and you give a little wave to Salma and you don't catch Steve's frown at her.
"What's the matter?" Steve asks and you look at the turnstile and push down the urge to suck your teeth in frustration.
"It's my ID, it won't scan," you answer with frustration, trying to repeatedly scan the card without success.
"Well, you better handle that with the security department. But for now, go to reception for a temporary access pass; I'll wait," Steve says in a huffy voice, crossing his arms and you nod, although you wonder why. He can just go on upstairs, you're not asking him to stay. He steadfastly ignores the curious and interested looks he get as more of his company employees file into the building for their shifts and see THEE Steve Rogers. They're all wise enough to give him a wide berth, all entering through the turnstiles farthest from him.
"Hey, Salma!" You greet warmly, and Salma who's been looking at her computer screen intensely, pops up her head to smile at you.
"Hi, Y/N!" She responds, before leaning in closer to ask, "Are we still on for lunch at one?" And you give her an incredulous look because lunch with her is the one of the reasons you stay sane at this damn job! Sure you can vent to Monica but nothing beats spilling the tea to a friend that's also works on-site the place you're complaining about! There's no way you would willingly cancel.
"Of course, girl!" You say before snatching your ID out of its plastic protective case.
"I take it this isn't a social call, then?" She asks and you shake your head.
"Unfortunately not, Sal. I'm afraid my ID just decided to stop working on me today!"
"No!" She gasps, affronted, and you go along with her theatrics.
"Yes! I couldn't believe it either!" You gasp, clutching at your chest and then you switch to a lower voice because you remember Steve's watching, "So would you mind printing me a temporary access pass with all of the same permissions until I can get Security to print me out a new one?"
"Of course I can! What do you think I'm being paid for?" Salma jokes as you hand over your ID to her so she can type in your information into the system.
"Well, I thought you were being paid to just stay here and look pretty on that little desktop of yours," you playfully flirt and Salma grins at you.
"Well…" Salma pretends to think about it, "that too!" And the two of you laugh some more when the nice moment between the two of you is rudely interrupted.
"Ms. Chaudri," Steve's voice, cold, snaps the two of you out of your conversation and you sigh and turn around, already knowing that Steve is going to say some dumb shit. That's his pissed-off voice.
"Yes, sir?" Salma turns and gives Steve her best 'customer-service' smile. You know it well after seeing her handle a guy that was a dickhead a week ago, and she had thrown the same smile at him while she called security to escort the guy out.
"Please just print out Y/N's access pass. We have a busy day ahead of us," Steve continues, tone a bit more cordial, but still short and you frown. Why is Steve taking an attitude with Salma?
"Right away, sir," she responds, sweet as pie, returning to her work, but when she looks up at you, her eyes are practically screaming 'what's his problem?'
You shake your head and lean in, feigning that you're looking at her computer when you're actually murmuring to her, "I'll tell you all about it at lunch." Salma gives you a small nod and continues to tap on her computer, flashing another smile at Steve.
"One access pass ready for use!" Salma presents it to you and you thank her for it, before quickly scanning it and joining Steve. It appears his patience has worn thin, and you don't want to push him any further, (although you didn't ask him to wait for you).
"Y/N." Steve says once the both of you are in the elevator.
"Yes?" You ask, scrolling through your phone. You're not allowed to check it while on the clock so this is your last opportunity to make sure that your affairs are in order.
"Do I need to remind you that this is a workplace, not a club. You're here to work, not flirt. Please don't engage in such unprofessional conduct like that again, or I'll be forced to-" Steve starts and you look at him in disbelief.
"Flirt? Unprofessional? Salma's my friend! What you overheard was simply friendly banter, boss," you sass with a sugary sweet tone, but Steve's face remains unchanged.
"Well, you can banter on your own time, outside of work."
"I think I will! Let me see if she's free tonight after work," you make a point of saying, and Steve's face tightens. You hold your smirk back because you know he wasn't expecting you to say that.
So is he mad because he thought you were flirting or because he thought you were wasting company time? It doesn't matter anyway because it's such a bullshit thing to get mad at. Technically you weren't even on the clock downstairs, so exactly what company time was wasted?
Besides, you've caught the doofus playing Candy Crush on "Company Time" so you know the guy's full of shit and just wants to give you a hard time.
"That won't be possible," he counters, face pinched.
"And why not?" You ask, crossing your arms, and Steve huffs.
"Because you're working late, tonight," Steve answers and you scoff. What? You had no plans to do overtime tonight.
"Says who?" You ask before thinking and Steve turns and gives you a smug smile.
"Says me. My file cabinet needs re-sorting and trust me, it'll take a long, long time. Unless," Steve steps closer to you, and he's in your personal space now, "that's a problem, Y/N?"
And why was he so close to you? It's this some other kind of intimidation tactic? You're not afraid of Steve, not when you've known him since he was a teen whose head barely came up to your shoulders.
"No, it's not. I'll get on it right after I handle some correspondence between us and Shinigami Corps," you tell him with a bright smile because you're determined to not let Steve get to you. One way or another, you need him to warm up to you so he'll stop being an ass.
He leaves at four, but makes you stay until eleven. Bitch.
...
Steve doesn't know why he is so bothered by that front desk receptionist. She's always been polite to him and others in the past but Steve couldn't help feeling annoyed when watching the two of you interact like you were close friends, or even worse, flirting. Steve knows nothing about your love life or your outside life because you haven't shared anything with him but that's his fault for shutting you out from the first day.
And to be honest, he almost regrets it… he kind of misses being your friend. Having you around all of the time isn't enough, because Steve is reminded of the good old days when you two were as thick as thieves, which forces him to dwell on why you two are so estranged now. Remembering how you suddenly cut him out of your life is something that never fails to make Steve's chest feel tight with anger and hurt so he makes things even worse by being an ass of a boss, but it's not easy. He still wants to share things with you, talk to you, joke around with you. Sure, he had a small crush on you then, but he's gotten over it, and he's definitely not affected by being in your presence, at all.
Nope, not a bit.
God, Steve wishes he could lie to himself.
...
The tension between you two doesn't improve over the next week after that, and as a result, you can't but anxiously wait for the end of the workday everyday. It sucks, having to communicate with someone for nine hours who hates your guts but is also the one signing your checks. Especially since you've been overworking yourself, trying to go above and beyond trying to be his friend again.
5pm rolls around much faster than you're expecting but you hurriedly pack your crossbody satchel anyway because you feel braindead from all the data entry today. While you pack, you don't notice your wallet falling out onto the floor. Secretaries never leave ahead of their bosses and typically lock up, but tonight is a different night seeing as how it looks like Steve will be staying here all night to finish tying things up with the accounts.
"Night," you say to alert Steve to the fact that you're leaving as you head to clock out for the day, and as usual receive no response. He's such a dick.
...
Steve does notice something falling out of your bag as you leave but he's too preoccupied to call out to you and alert you when he has to get these accounts done right. When he finally finishes going through then, he gets up and walks over to where he had seen something drop out of your bag. To his surprise, the item is an old leather wallet, and for some reason, it looks familiar to him.
If it Y/N's, why does he remember it? When he goes to pick it up, it slides out of his hand, and to his surprise, everything falls out of it, cards and bills sliding out across the floor.
Steve curses and goes to pick it all up, when he notices something, a small folded up paper amongst the pile.
He can't explain it, but something just compels him to open up that paper, despite knowing it's an invasion of privacy and that if you were here, you'd rip him a new one, but you're not, so…
Steve opens up the paper and gasps.
It's the picture of a tree, one he sketched many years ago, and the first drawing he's ever shared with anyone else, a drawing he wanted to share with a nice guy who had decided to come and talk to him of all people when he was just an anxious kid in high school. And for a second, Steve is transported back to that day, when he was wondering if anyone would come sit next to him, and there you were, all smiles and compliments, talking to Steve, making him come out of his shell with ease.
You still had this?
"Why is he still carrying this?" Steve asks himself, looking over the picture. It's obvious you cared about it enough to keep it, and Steve's heart starts to race. Could it mean that you do care about Steve, and have all these years?
And all of a sudden, Steve can't help but think everything over, remembering the past month, how he's treated you coldly and shut down your every attempt to get close. Embarrassment washes over him as he recalls how you actually tried to connect with him in that first meeting and how he shut you down and asked you to call him Mr. Rogers. Perhaps, after all this time, you weren't the one to close the door, he was.
Steve is hit with this overpowering urge to make everything right, so he calls you.
...
Steve calls you.
Yes, boss?" You answer, not bothering to hide your exhaustion. For some reason, you couldn't find your wallet so that meant you had no cash, no cards on your person so when it was time to take the train, you had to hop the turnstiles, something you hadn't done since years back as a teen. Only thing was that you were a bit rusty and ended up banging your forehead as you did and so you had a killer headache that stuck with you even after you got home, and now you had to talk to Steve.
Steve flinches at the annoyed tone of your voice, but thinks he deserves it anyway with the way he's been acting.
"Y/N?" Steve sounds weird. You sit up straighter in your seat.
"Yes? Is everything alright?" Sure, you're mad at the guy but it's not like you wished him wrong. There's no response from the other end of the line.
"I can't hear you… is everything alright Steve? Sorry, I meant bos-"
"You can call me Steve. I wanted you to know you left your wallet behind." That explains why you couldn't find it! But why is he calling to tell you that? He could've waited until tomorrow to tell you but he's calling you now.
Unless he saw the picture.
"So you saw…?" You ask, training off because you know he knows what you're talking about.
I did." Steve goes quiet for a while and then he speaks again but his voice is softer now. "I never knew you kept it," he continues and you sigh. You really weren't expecting this turn of events.
"Yeah, I did," you answer, voice almost as soft as Steve's and the silence between you two is really loud now, and it feels like you're on the precipice of something unknown.
"Well, why did you?"
"Why? I'm surprised you even have to ask, Steve," you say in disbelief. "You were my first real best friend and that is the first, no, the only drawing you ever gave to me. The only drawing I've ever seen!" You add, bitterly thinking of how Bucky must've been able to see so many more, but you shake your head and continue. "Of course I'm going to hold onto it; there's a lot of sentimental value attached to it. Besides, even if you're a techbro now, I've always thought you were going to go down the art route," you add because you genuinely did think that at one point.
You're surprised that there isn't a gallery somewhere hosting Steve's art, even if you've never really gotten to see it after years of seeing Steve draw furiously in that notebook of his. Steve, on the other hand, currently feels shaken.
"Oh."
"Yeah," you say, feeling a bit like you revealed more than he expected.
"Well, thank you," you add suddenly, remembering your manners.
"For what?" Steve asks confused, and you frown, even though he can't see it.
"For letting me know about the wallet."
"Yeah, no problem."
Steve's frozen. All that's on his mind is whether or not it's too late to salvage the relationship that, in his mind, was once a lost cause.
"Steve?" You snap him out of his stupor.
"Hmm?" Steve hums.
"I asked if there was anything else."
"No, no that's it," Steve insists.
"Okay then, goodnight," you say awkwardly before you end the call, and Steve's there looking at the phone, thinking.
...
The next morning when you arrive at the office, there's a scent of coffee and fresh baked pastries that hits your nose.
*Steve?" You call out, confused because almost Steve's never in the same time as you are.
"In here," Steve calls back and when you open the door, there's steaming boxed coffee and dishes filled with pastries and fresh fruit.
"Is there a meeting I forgot to schedule?" You ask panicked and Steve chuckles, and his voice sounds closer and when you look
"No, I just felt like having a really nice breakfast today," Steve answers but you feel like that's not the only reason.
"Well, that's a lot of food," you comment.
"Well, it's not going to be just me eating. Help yourself," Steve gestures to the table and you look at him, surprised. The way he's been acting, you thought he would've let you starve first.
"Thanks…" you say cautiously and look at the food with suspicion. Maybe it's poisoned.
"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it so go ahead and eat," Steve urges with a smile on his face, and you nod and cautiously grab a plate and start to pile foods on top of it before scampering back to your desk like a squirrel.
Steve is weirdly nice to you after that, and you keep on side-eyeing him because you're wondering where this kindness is coming from. He encourages you to eat breakfast before work, and has surprise lunches delivered to the office so you don't have to go out. You're allowed to leave earlier. Steve's even talking to you like a human being with emotions. It's really, really nice.
It's also really fucking suspicious, and one thing about you- you are not Boo Boo the fool. But it all becomes clear next week when Steve's phone starts to ring.
"Would you get that for me, Y/N?" Steve asks and you nod, and head to his office.
"Of course, boss," you give him a small smile before heading out.
A voice comes across the line that instantly makes your mood drop.
"Hey Steve!" James fucking Barnes greets cheerfully, "How's the ruthless firing of y/n plan going? You haven't mentioned it much, lately, or even checked in with me and Sam!"
The what?
'Ruthless firing of Y/N plan'?
What the fuck was that?
Steve is planning to fire you? Why? You're a great employee; rising to meet Steve's expectations with diligence. You work hard, arrive early and leave late, and in return, Steve wants to get rid of you? That doesn't make sense. You know you've made yourself an asset to Steve.
Wait, why did Bucky say it was a plan? Exactly how long has Steve been planning to fire you?
"Hellooo? Stevie, you still there?" Bucky asks and you keep quiet and don't move an inch, hoping Bucky ends the call himself.
"Hello? Can you hear me? I can't hear you," Bucky tries again and you roll your eyes, but you decide to take some sheets of Blank paper and crumple them up near the receiver, 90s style.
"I think I hear static coming from your line, so I'll try to call you back in a couple of hours, by that time your line issues should be fixed," Bucky finally hangs up, and you return to processing his words when you have a revelation.
Steve's been planning to fire you from the beginning.
He only wanted you to sign on so he can get his revenge on you ending things between the two of you.
It makes sense. The absurd requests, the wasting of your time, Steve just being an asshole- the man's probably been enjoying making your life hell the past few weeks. It's so petty- it's so Steve, as much as he tries to play the "I'll be the bigger man" card, he really does have quite the mean streak.
"Oh, that's so fucked up," you groan to yourself, raising a hand to your forehead because you feel the headache brewing.
What are you going to do? This is a high paying job despite all of Steve's shenanigans.
But you can't work at a place where your employment is in doubt, waiting until Steve finally gets bored of playing with you and then firing you. No, you can't do it. You're going to quit on your own terms.
You realize that you're still holding the phone in the air dumbly after Bucky hung up and this makes you only angrier, so you slam the phone down on the receiver. The sound of the slam catches Steve's attention.
"Who was that, Y/N?" Steve calls out, craning his head to look into his office and your mind blanks as you scramble to tell him something, shooting him a fake smile.
"Reception. Just a small login issue. Everything good on your end over there?" You ramble, surprising yourself at your quick thinking
"I logged in just fine," Steve answers, and you nod your head.
"Good, real good," you tell him in a deadpan voice and he raises an eyebrow at you but doesn't push it, which is a good thing because you would've called him a dickhead.
You can't believe this guy, playing hot and cold with you. Who is he to decide to play around with your feelings? To threaten up your literal livelihood because of a grudge?
You never understood why your application has been chosen so quickly when you know your resume wasn't outstanding. You never understood why Steve had made such an effort to bring you in with incentives, just to treat you coldly one day and warm the other. He's toying with you! And lately, he's been buttering you up, being less of an asshole so you can let your guard down so that for the sake of his own entertainment, he can "ruthlessly" fire you when you last expect it.
Must've talked it over with his boyfriend, Bucky, first. And who the fuck is Sam?
Steve thinks he can fuck you over? You'll show him fucked over. You put the files you've been working on for record entry to the side, because from this moment, you're not working anymore.
You don't meet Steve's demands, you "forget" to place an important call bridging Steve's company with all Acords, and you take an extra long lunch break with Salma, lunch that was on you since you charge it to the company expense account, ignoring all of Steve's texts buzzing your work and personal phone. When you get upstairs Steve's waiting for you, looking angry as hell.
Good.
"Y/N! What the hell is wrong with you? You know that today I needed-" Steve starts, and you roll your eyes.
"I quit." You tell him and Steve's eyes bulge in shock. You really caught him off guard it seems.
"What?!"
"Oh, you're surprised that I didn't wait for you to fire me?" You ask, crossing your arms and Steve's face drops.
"What are you talking about?" Steve asks, but his voice is shaky.
"It's nothing… can't believe I trusted you," you say, shaking your head from side to side and Steve glares at you.
"What do you mean by that? And who are YOU, of all people, to talk about trust; the same guy who suddenly ghosted his best friend of 5 years?!" Steve spits and whoop, there it is- the anger you know Steve was holding onto.
"Nothing, you're completely right Steve. Let me not waste any more of your time. Goodbye, Rogers," you tell him, and turn to head to your desk to start and pack your things but Steve grabs your arm.
"No, you're not leaving! This is the same shit you pulled all those years back the last time you visited me after we had a small argument. You said "you're right, Steve" and then snuck out behind my back!" Steve rants and when you turn to look at him, Steve's eyes look glassy. He's fighting back tears. Fuck.
"Steve…" you're shocked, not expecting this reaction from him.
"You never really explained that either!" Steve continues, and suddenly your sympathy turns into anger because why is he trying to flip this onto you?
"Wait! The person who should be explaining themselves is you, not me, Steve!" You direct the conversation, and you snatch your arm out of Steve's hand.
"What?" Steve asks, but his voice is weaker.
"Don't act dumb now. You wanted this conversation, let's have it! Were you planning on firing me or not?" You question him, and Steve squirms under your attention.
"What gave you that idea?" Steve manages to save face at the last second, trying to adopt an unaffected mask but you see right through that shit.
"Bucky." You answer, and that's all it takes.
Steve's face pales and he swallows thickly. Caught him.
"How? Wait, that's not important. If he- if he said something, I assure you he didn't mean it," Steve rushes to say but his words fall on deaf ears.
"Did you know you have a tell whenever you're lying?" You ask instead and Steve's eyes flit around before meeting yours and fleeting away again.
"No?" Steve's nervous.
"Well, you do. You stutter. So why are you stuttering now, Steve?" You cock your head and examine Steve, and he looks more unnerved by the second.
"I'm- I'm not lying, just nervous," Steve stutters and you give him a look.
"Why are you nervous?" You follow up with, although he should've seen that coming.
"Because you're questioning me like this and I don't know why!" Steve yells, and God, he's a good actor. He's almost convincing, and if it weren't the fact that you heard about his plan with your two own ears, you'd believe him.
"So what is it? Why do you really want to quit? Did something happen? Did you get a counter offer? Whatever it is, I'll match it. I just got you back here," Steve says desperately, and he's really putting on a grade A performance.
"Yeah sure, buddy, as if you really want me working here," you easily brush off his pleas and Steve makes a noise of frustration.
"I do!" He insists, but you're not moved.
"Then why did Bucky tell me about your plans to spontaneously fire me? Because that would explain why you couldn't tell me you hired me," you point out and Steve's face just… falls and you curse, because that means you really are right.
Steve never could hold a poker face for shit, ever since he was a teen.
"Oh, so you have it all figured out," Steve sighs, and then he wearily takes a seat.
"Yeah, I do," You tell him in a biting tone, "And since you seem to really want to know, I only ghosted you because you hurt me then and never cared to ask. But what's your excuse for trying to hurt me now?"
"Hurt you?" Steve repeats, confused, and you sigh. You did not come in here expecting to have this conversation.
"Steve, you were so blinded by your love for Barnes that you hardly registered how you did me dirty! And when I tried to bring it up, you brushed me off!" You explained and now you can feel the anger you tried so hard to keep a handle on, start to build.
"Jesus, Y/N. You decided to end our friendship over a small thing like that?" Steve asks dubiously and you give him a nasty look.
"No! It was more than that! It was about the fact that I suddenly couldn't talk to you anymore- you never had time for me! Any time I tried to do something with you, there was always something getting in the way with you, whether it was Bucky," you spit his name out, "or you finding you didn't have time for me. I ended the relationship because it was clear that I was no longer as important to you as you were to me!" And you didn't even realize it, but over the course of your conversation you had started to get closer to Steve and suddenly the two of you were only a hand's distance apart. At some point in time, Steve had stood back up.
"Y/N… " Steve starts but you cut him off.
"No! I don't want to hear it. I tried bringing it up but you were never available and I realized I was the only one present in our friendship. And it hurt. It hurt a lot, Steve," Steve's face is one of guilt and it hurts you to see so you turn away.
"Y/N, I didn't know…" Steve says with the utmost sincerity but it makes your face fall flat.
"Yeah, that's because you didn't care. And now that I think about it, that makes this whole situation twice as fucked up!" You whirl around and place your attention back on Steve who flinches.
"Who the fuck decides to hire someone with the plans to fire them? Do you realize how fucking horrible that is, messing with someone's livelihood?" You step closer to Steve again and this time, you lean in real close so he could understand you mean business.
"I'm not some sort of fucking game you can play, Steve," You warn him in a low voice, because alright he was your pal then doesn't mean he's your pal now and now you have a real urge to fight him, something you've never felt when it came to Steve. Steve only sighs in response, and rubs a hand over his face.
"I know and I feel horrible about it, Y/N," Steve groans, "I couldn't even fall asleep last week. The realization that I was being an ass kept me up." You snort, because his apology doesn't cut it all.
"Was this before or after you found the picture?" You ask candidly, and Steve looks at you, confused.
What?"
"You only felt guilty because you saw that I still had the drawing, didn't you?" You press, crossing your arms and Steve looks down before sighing.
"...Yeah."
"I knew it!" You exclaim and Steve flinches, but you're not done with him yet.
"And what? You just thought that some breakfast and a, may I add coerced, apology would fix everything? Would fix the way you treated me, or the fact that you planned to fire me?" You point out, and Steve shakes his head.
"No, of course not, but I wasn't giving to do it anymore. Last week made me realize that I had you figured out all wrong and -"
"But what if I didn't drop my wallet last week? You would've just went on with your plan, wouldn't you?" You ask, and Steve stays silent a long time.
"Yes," he finally answers, and all the fight just leaves you. He can't even meet your eyes.
"God, what's happened to you?" You ask in disgust.
"Actually, on second thought, I don't care." You walk over to your desk, and start to shove things off your desk into your bag.
"Y/N…"
"Don't even say my name right now, Rogers," you spit, feeling dangerous.
"I'm sorry," he says weakly and you were tired of his dumb fucking apologies.
"And what exactly does your apology do for me, Steve? Does it fix anything? Because I'm telling you right now that it does not!" You tell him sharply, and Steve flinches and he's definitely tearing up again but you're done.
There's a mean part of you that wants to taunt him and ask, "Oh, so you want to cry now?" But you hold back. You're not going to stoop his level.
"I'm so outta here," you sigh, tired of this headass situation.
"Y/N, don't go!" Steve tries, but you're almost done packing.
"Why should I stay?" You ask, without caring to hear Steve's answer.
"Because I'll treat you right, now! And besides, you're the reason I'm CEO of this company. More than anyone, you deserve to be here, Y/N!" Steve rants and what? You can understand him saying that he'll treat you right, but the part about belonging at the company? That doesn't make any sense.
...
Right now, Steve's mind is spinning; he needs you tunderstand what he means.
"It was you, Y/N, all those years ago! You were the one who encouraged to pursue my idea and get it started. You're the reason Cap Incorporated is even a thing!" Steve rambles and you gasp, remembering that night long ago when you and Steve had bared your hearts to each other.
To Steve, it's all crystal clear.
Can't you see that he's just want to make it up to you? YOU'RE the reason he's so successful.
YOU'RE the reason he's a CEO.
YOU'RE the reason his business runs so well because YOU'RE taking care of him, even when he was a horrible boss to you.
He needs you, don't you see that? And he'll do anything to keep you with him, especially now that he knows that you did care all of these years. He feels frantic with his desperation, and starts babbling.
"What do you want, Y/N? I'll give it to you! What is it- is the salary not enough? Are there not enough benefits? Are the hours too long? Do you need a vacation?"
"Steve-"
"No! You don't just get to tell me that you quit, Y/N!" Steve yells, and you jump, because what the fuck?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's just- you can't quit, not when you've just come back into my life after 5 long years," Steve says softly and you look away, heart breaking again because all you can see in front of you is the same Stevie you met in that high school classroom years ago back before your relationship went to hell.
"So I'm going to ask you, Y/N, and I want you to think before you answer- what can I do to make you stay? Because the answer is yes!"
Steve's desperate and it's breaking your heart but you can't do this anymore. Working with Steve means putting him first and you can't. Not when he had no problem mistreating you when he thought you had wronged him. And the fact that he thinks he can just buy you, only strengthens your resolve.
"I'm sorry, Steve. There's nothing you can do, because I can't work for you anymore-" you tell him mournfully, and Steve's face turns red from rage, and his expression is the coldest you've ever seen it.
"Get out." Steve turns away from you.
"What?" You can't believe it, man was just begging you to stay and now he wants you to go?
"I said, GET OUT!" Steve yells, turning to look at you and his eyes, red and teary, scare you because you've never seen Steve get this angry.
"GET OUT!"
"Alright, alright!" You yell and you book it outta there, easily because you're already packed. You hate the fact that there are tears in your eyes as you leave.
You'll find another job, you just hate the fact that you have to experience moving on from Steve Rogers again.
...
On the other hand, Steve thinks of how he came so close again, and how he messed it all up. You came back, and he made you leave.
"Fuck!" Steve yells because who's going to hear him? He's on this floor all alone.
Yes, all alone. Just like he'll always be, no matter how much money or influence Steve has, he always manages to drive people away from him. His short-lived relationships, if they could even be called that, can attest to that. He wish he'd stop, but he doesn't know how.
He heads back over to the gym and he doesn't even bother to change out of his clothes or find his gloves, he sheds off his shirt and sports coat and leaves it on a pile on the floor. He makes a beeline straight to his punching bag and tears into it, punching it bare-knuckled.
How can he fix this? He sends another forceful hit to the bag.
"Think, Rogers, think," Steve pants, breath coming fast from the exertion of his exercise. How can he get you back? You were here working for him and he ruined that-
A light bulb goes off in Steve's head, an idea that's quite morally dubious, but does he really have a choice? How else is he going to show you that he means business?
He freezes and holds the punching bag in his hands, and finally feels stable, centered.
He knows how to get you back. And this time, you'll actually listen to him. He'll make sure of that.
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“OH~ OH F- AH~!” Steve moaned like a god as his ass got ripped apart, his legs spread wide around y/ns hips, heads against each other, moaning.
Steve’s back arched so his torso met y/ns, his arms wrapped around y/ns body, in a hug, bringing y/ns head down to his shoulder, kissing and moaning into his ear
Y/n gripped Steve’s body harder, thrusts becoming sloppy as he let go inside of Steve, his love entering Steve’s body.
Steve moaned in a tone which would probably make the entire United States think he’s gone soft
Steve came down from his high and said “okay, my turn”
Steve flipped y/n, switching positions and entering y/ns hole, his cock ripping y/n apart.
Y/ns back arched, just like Steve, making their bodies come together, Steve’s head next to y/ns as yn moaned out
Steve eventually came and stayed on top of yn, both of the men looking at eachother love struck
“You know, I like how you make me feel small and safe”yn smiled
Steve smiled and agreed “you do the same for me”
Y/n smiled and pulled Steve down next to him, cuddling into his chest
“I love you so much” yn said
“I love you too baby” Steve mumbled
The couple drifted off into the land of dreams, filled with each others love, literally
Hheheeh.
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the-raven-song · 1 year
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I’ve fallen down a Stucky murder husbands rabbit hole and I just… I love the Avengers knowing Captain America and never quite knowing/understanding that there is a man behind the shield and the flashy outfit. I always love that trope, if you can call it that, but having the Avengers realize it through Steve deciding to fuck over HYDRA or random bad guys with no holding back is *chefs kiss*.
Bonus points if Bucky can be seen cackling in the background before fondly shaking his head and diving into the fight to help his boyfriend/husband.
Bonus bonus points if everyone but Bucky is shocked at Steve letting himself go all out, no holding back super strength or letting blood bother him, and they get to actually understand Steve Rogers, not Captain America.
Bonus bonus bonus points if Steve also happens to be the bottom in the relationship, or if it’s a switch dynamic, because I am also a sucker for Steve being all for disobeying all orders except Bucky’s.
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More Than One Valentine
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A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.
Stucky x Reader, Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader
AU: you finally get Steve and Bucky together- now you need to work out what to do with yourself abs your broken heart.
Warnings: angst, smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, FWB situation, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky, Dom!Bucky, sub!Steve, switch!reader
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Bucky and Steve finally shared their first kiss on Valentine’s Day.
It was a bittersweet moment for you; you’d been trying to get them together for too long and now you had nothing to do, nowhere to go.
In a twisted and complicated situation you’d ended up as a FWB to both of them. It started with Bucky, a wet night with only his leather coat for shelter turned into desperate kissing and more. Then three months later he was on a mission and Steve had come in from a date in a terrible headspace.
You called Bucky because you didn’t know what else to do. Bucky’s advice was to screw Steve’s brains out.
“What?” You stuttered.
“He gets too into his head, you gotta’ help him clear it out doll,” Bucky said in that gruff tone.
“I - but - we-“
“Go ahead. I don’t mind sharing our arrangement with Stevie. Always shared everything with him anyway, you’re no different,” Bucky said as if you were an old coat or a favourite book.
It hurt, deep in your gut like a hand twisting it savagely, but you brushed it aside. You were just a couple of friends who tamed an itch. Bucky probably did it with lots of girls and guys. You weren’t his only one. You couldn’t be.
So you fell into a routine with them. If Steve had any reservations he didn’t share them and his mood changed, not just that night but overall. He was lighter, different like he had a plan again.
It was obvious they were in love, that they wanted each other. Everyone could see it, especially you. You spent most time with them, you saw the subtle touches, kind words and gentle gestures. You would find them making each other breakfast, or always making sure the other one was drinking enough water.
And the sex was …even? You never spent more time with one over the other. You went from one to the other than back.
Sometimes you didn’t even get to shower; after a night with Steve Bucky would drag you to his room in the morning to taste you while Steve went on a run. Sometimes Steve would come in after a long stint of being Captain America and bury his face in you pussy moments after Bucky had went to his own room.
“I can’t take it. They’re ruining my vagina,” you complained to Nat one evening after too many cocktails. The and my heart was left unspoken but you both knew it.
Nat had laughed anyway because in that moment you both needed to laugh. “Set them up.” She poured another drink. She wasn’t even following recipes any longer. It was shots of hard liquor that burned in the best way.
So you did, you made sure the floor you all shared was off limits, you lit candles and played soft music, dimmed the lights. You got your hands on some Asgardian Champagne, scattered rose petals and made sure both their bedrooms had ample supplies of lube and toys.
You made sure your own room had noise cancelling headphones, snacks and a queue of your favourite shows all lined up to make sure you didn’t think too much. Or hear too much.
You should have prepared for a broken heart.
Here they were after confessing their love and finally kissing as they stood in front of the massive windows. You were on the couch, you needed to start them off, convince them to take the leap, but as soon as they got lost in each other you stood and slipped away.
At least you tried to.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked, his voice small and vulnerable.
You froze and looked over your shoulder. They were both looking your way, faces unreadable.
“To give you both some privacy,” you said quietly.
“But we need to thank you,” Bucky’s voice was equally soft.
You offered them a smile, it was genuine because you were happy for them, you just realised too damn late that you’d fallen for both of them.
They walked towards you, a pair of supersoldiers, one beefy the other sculpted. One dark the other light.
Two pairs of blue eyes burned into your skin. You felt like crying, because it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen and all they were going to do was hug you then get on with their lives.
Bucky caught your hand and pulled you towards his body but he turned you so your back was to his chest.
“Say thank you Stevie,” he growled.
Steve immediately dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was gentle, just a brush of his pink lips as they pressed into yours. He pulled away after the kiss that was not just friendly. “Thank you.” He had that sincere look, the honest voice.
Your heart broke a little more.
And then Bucky was turning you in his arms and looking down at you. Steve’s big hands rested on your hips as he held you in place for Bucky. Bucky was rougher than Steve, his lips pressed you harder more demanding making you weak at the knees.
Where Steve asked Bucky took.
“Thank you,” Bucky said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Now where were we?”
And they started kissing over your shoulder. They moved close crushing your body between theirs, hands holding you still as they explored each others mouths.
You gasped and tried to slip away but you were trapped. You tried harder only for them to part and Bucky looked at you with hard eyes.
“Stop squirming doll, I’m kissing on my fella and you’re distracting me. You’ll get your turn.” You gaped up at Bucky but his focus was back on Steve. “Come ‘ere you.”
You could hear the wet noises of their kisses, could feel their physical reactions as you stood trapped between their hard bodies.
When they pulled apart for air you found yourself turned back to Steve and he was kissing you, desperate now as he licked into your mouth. He let out a needy moan as he lifted you and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” Bucky growled. His hands were on your hips and ass and it took you a moment to realise you were moving towards Steve’s bedroom.
Steve fell back on his bed and looked up at you with doe eyes, lips parted and pure trust. And something else you couldn’t place. You were straddling his waist when the bedroom door clicked shut.
“Don’t mind me,” Bucky sat on the chair in the corner, and you looked between them. Maybe this was one last night with them, and you would make it count before they got on with the rest of their lives without you.
In the bedroom Steve was submissive. It had surprised you at first; but it made sense. Steve carried the universe on his shoulders sometimes so it was natural that he’d want to forget. So you were what he needed you to be. You took charge, took care of him, made it so that he didn’t need a plan or a rousing speech in the bedroom.
Bucky was dominant, that didn’t surprise you at all. He needed control, where he’d been tortured before now he thrived in giving pleasure in making decisions, on taking care of his lovers. You let him take care of you, you basked in and enjoyed it. You loved the attention.
And you were the perfect switch between them giving each of them what they needed.
You bit your lip, nerves running through you but you pushed it aside to try and enjoy one last night with them both.
“Colour?” You asked.
“Green!” Steve said urgently.
“Steve, take your clothes off,” you said. Steve immediately sat up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, looking between you and Bucky but you clicked your tongue and Steve’s eyes flew to you. “Eyes on me baby, you have him all to yourself soon enough.”
Steve’s eyebrows scrunched and Bucky shifted in his chair but you stayed still watching Steve. He folded his shirt then toed his shoes off, and as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops he looked down at you, holding it between big hands.
Bucky sucked in a breath as you nodded and Steve set the belt on the bed for later. He sat and removed his socks then his pants.
Once upon a time his cheeks would have been red by this point but Steve had gotten past that, he trusted you and with his attention on you the fact that Bucky was sitting right there didn’t even phase him.
His boxer briefs were navy blue, and it was obvious he was aroused by the whole situation. He looked at you as he thumbed the waistband.
“Won’t be much fun with them on will it Soldier?” You teased and his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink before he started to push them down. “Eyes on me.” You reminded him and his confidence returned.
And then Steve was naked, standing tall and proud and fully erect. You looked at Bucky and he was watching the two of you with something that looked like pride.
“Why don’t you get your ring, plug and the lube?” You suggested to Steve.
Bucky groaned and you glanced over at him as Steve scrambled across the bed to grab what he wanted from underneath. “Do you want to cut in?”
Bucky smiled, warm and genuine and for a second your breath caught. “Yes,” he said softly. “But not yet. I’m dying to see where this goes.”
When you turned back to the bed Steve was kneeling in the middle, eyes wide and wet lips parted. “You look like a horny puppy.” You told him and it made him laugh.
You didn’t say anything else as you removed your clothes and Steve settled down to watch you, waiting patiently with his hands in his lap.
When you got to your bra and panties you hesitated but Bucky’s soft voice rang in your ears. “All of it.”
You looked over at him, making eye contact to acknowledge you’d heard him then nodded, holding his gaze.
You removed your bra, then panties and Steve let out a gentle moan.
“On your back baby,” you told Steve. He complied immediately and lay back, spreading his long legs so you could settle between his thighs. He handed you a pillow and you thanked him with a kiss to the lips then helped him place it under his hips. “Do you want your belt?”
Steve nodded eagerly and you handed it to him. Steve lay back with his arms stretched above his head holding the belt in his hands.
“Colour?” You checked.
“Green,” Steve said.
“Steve is such a good boy that he stays like that until he’s told to move,” you told Bucky. “Well, most of the time.”
Bucky laughed softly and you drew your focus back to Steve. Bending you kissed his thighs, nipping at sensitive skin. As you moved closer Steve moaned and gasped until finally you were pressing a chaste kiss to the base of his cock.
You kissed lower until your tongue reached his tightly furled ass, and then with wet licks you proceeded to help him relax. You didn’t notice Bucky get out of his chair, not until you saw the black vibranium hand resting on Steve’s knee.
You pulled away and looked up at him. “Too much for you?”
“Christ Dolly you’re killing me,” Bucky’s voice was rough with arousal.
You giggled and got back to your task. It wasn’t long before you were sitting up and drizzling lube on your fingers. You warmed it up then pressed two against his puckered hole.
“The lube is edible and flavoured. Steve likes his asshole eaten,” you said conversationally to Bucky.
Steve whined and you grinned up at him. You shuffled closer and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, licking the pre-cum and sucking the skin as you curled your fingers. Steve cried out and you took him deeper, breathing through your nose as he filled your throat. You loved this, Steve at your mercy as you pleasured him.
When you finally felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose you pulled back and reached for the cock ring. “He doesn’t really need this, he has a refractory period just like yours but sometimes he’s over eager. He can get…messy.”
Steve moaned softly, hearing you talk about him as if he wasn’t there was driving him insane in the best way.
“You know him well,” Bucky praised. He was right behind you now looking over your shoulder, still fully clothed apart from his shoes and socks. You hadn’t noticed him taking them off.
You reached for the plug next, it was a smaller one, black, with a flared base. It slipped in easily but Steve moaned and arched his back. You turned it slowly and watched his chest heave.
“How do you feel?” You asked Steve.
He nodded and met your eyes. “I feel yeah-“
“Colour?” You asked.
“Green,” Steve practically slurred.
You chuckled and then settled back onto your haunches. Bucky looked at you curious for your next move.
“He’s all yours,” you whispered looking up at him.
A big hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you softly. “He’s all ours Doll.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you wished that were true but you pushed the hope away. This was about getting them together. Nothing else.
Bucky kissed you, his movements lazy but dominating and he gripped your soft skin. His hand slipped between your legs and you’d been able to ignore your needs until now but as soon as his fingertip brushed your slick puffy lips you sighed and leaned into Bucky. His other hand moved to your hair and he fisted it just enough to pull your head back. “I’m so proud of you. Watching you with Steve, so proud of both of you.”
You felt the blood warm your cheeks at his praise and snuggled against him.
“Now, I’m going to undress. I want you to get a reward for being so good to Stevie, what do you say Steve?” Bucky asked easily taking over the room.
Steve nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, baby, sit on my face?”
“Yeah, I want to see that. Go sit on his face baby,” Bucky kissed you again. You did as he asked, turning so you could watch him. Steve didn’t let go of the belt as his tongue dove inside your folds, lapping and sucking at your juices.
Steve moaned and Bucky’s sharp eyes zeroed in on you. “Hovering baby girl? That’s against the rules,” Bucky warned.
Steve moaned again and you chuckled, giving Bucky a bright smile. “I know he’s been good, but he has to earn it,” you teased.
Bucky smiled softly and removed his black boxer briefs and then he was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs. He skimmed his fingers along the sensitive skin on Steve’s thighs and you could see Steve tremble. You close that moment to rest your full weight on him for a few seconds, knowing he needed it.
His moans vibrated through you and then Bucky was kissing you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
Bucky touched Steve and every time he cried out or trembled you rested your weight onto him, calming him.
And then Bucky was bringing the plug out, replacing it with his fingers. His eyes flicked up to you as Steve sucked on your clit.
“Cum baby,” Bucky said. You didn’t even know you were waiting for permission. You cried out as your release washed through you, making your toes curl. As you came down from your high Bucky kissed you. “Now go clean him up.”
You moved fast, straddling Steve’s tummy and kissing over his face, licking into his mouth. You were so busy kissing Steve you almost missed the deep groan he let out. Two hands, one warm and one cold lifted your hips and then Steve’s cock was sliding snugly into your soaked cunt.
“I’m going to fuck both of you now,” Bucky warned.
“Please Bucky,” you whined.
Bucky’s hand slid into your hair and he grabbed a thick fistful as he pulled you back against his chest.
“Look at you,” Bucky growled in your ear as his other hand slid around your throat. His nimble fingers trailed your body, plucking at your nipples, squeezing soft flesh, tickling your hips and exploring the area where you and Steve were joined. “Our perfect girl.”
“Bucky,” you turned to him squeezing your thighs. Beneath you Steve grunted as you squeezed his cock, his eyes never leaving you and Bucky.
“Colour?” Bucky asked you.
“So fuckin’ green!” You said.
“Stevie, baby I need you to hold onto her, make sure she has some support. Hands up,” he said.
Steve let go of the belt and raised his hands, palms up and fingers wide. “Good boy baby,” Bucky praised. You reached out and pressed your palms to Steve’s, let your fingers tangle and lock together.
Steve tested the pressure, moving you slightly and you couldn’t help but giggle as he practically used you as a weight, lowering you to kiss his lips then pushing you back to Bucky’s chest.
Bucky let out a soft laugh at the two of you and hooked his chin over your bare shoulder. “Show off,” he said to Steve. Steve, in a happy headspace blew him a kiss.
Bucky started off gentle, his thrusts going through Steve and into you. Bucky was taking his time, working out this new position as he managed both of you.
His hands returned to your body, his fingers strumming over your body. He knew every nerve, knew what made you sigh and squeal, what relaxed you and what wound you up.
With a palm on your back he pushed you forward until you were lying on Steve’s chest. His right hand gripped your butt cheek, moulding the flesh and you knew it was coming but you still yelped.
Steve grunted, you were squeezing his cock again. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Bucky’s voice cut through your brain fog and you nodded.
“I broke a rule,” you slurred. Steve kissed your cheek and forehead as he simply observed. “I hovered.”
Bucky grunted in agreement and a few more slaps landed on you. “You had a good reason though so I think that’ll do.”
Bucky’s hands moved over your back as he curled over you both. His right hand cupped Steve’s cheek. Kissing each other in this position would be impossible so he ran his thumb over Steve’s lips. Steve opened his mouth and sucked Bucky’s thumb in. Bucky groaned at the sight and the sensation.
“You good there Sweetheart?” Bucky asked him.
Steve’s smile was dopey, despite Bucky’s digit in his way and he nodded, his eyes shining. “Never better.”
The words were garbled but easily understood none the less. As Bucky pulled away he kissed your cheek.
Bucky started to thrust again and you moved back to sit on Steve, that’s when you realised you couldn’t feel the cock ring. Bucky must have removed it from Steve and you were grateful because you didn’t think you had the ability to remove it at this point. You were a soft Dom, you didn’t like delaying or preventing orgasms, you were too needy yourself.
You kissed Steve’s chest and face as Bucky fucked him and Steve sobbed into your mouth when your lips met. Bucky’s movements were getting more aggressive and Steve was gasping and thrashing in pleasure.
“Is he good?” You prompted.
“So good, I’m - it’s - he’s amazing,” Steve said.
“Shush, baby hush, he’ll hear you and his ego will be insufferable,” you teased.
Bucky laughed, his hand sliding around your throat and pulling you back to his chest. “So rude,” he grunted as he kissed you, his fingers finally brushing over your clit.
Steve came first after you clenched around his cock, your body chasing Bucky’s fingers, and you followed a few moments behind him. The familiar stutter of Bucky’s breathing told you he’d found his release too.
“You two will be the death of me,” he said as he kissed your neck and shoulders and helped you untangle yourself from Steve.
A warm cloth was cleaning you, hands were moving you and you realised Steve was getting the same treatment as he sighed in contentment.
Bucky got into bed on the other side of Steve and smiled softly at you both.
“I should go,” you said suddenly.
“No!” They both said at once.
You shifted. “But I- this was about you two.”
Steve pulled you on top of him then rolled over, pinning you between him and Bucky. “Going nowhere.”
Bucky chuckled. “Darlin’ we’re crazy about you, if you haven’t noticed. I know you like to talk about feelings and stuff but we’re doing this my way. You’re my best girl, he’s my best guy, we’ll work it out from there.”
You opened your mouth but your words betrayed you so instead you snuggled into their arms and enjoyed their warmth. Maybe this could work, maybe the three of you could find peace.
“Besides,” Steve yawned, “you negate our stupid.”
You giggled. Bucky slid a leg between yours and rested his hand on Steve’s chest.
Meanwhile deep inside your own chest your heart sang.
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avengerscompound · 9 months
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Steve Rogers & Sharon Carter
Avengers Unlimited Infinity Comic (2022) #52
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sreppub · 2 years
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De-aged Tony AU part 5 🤖
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Steve is simultaneously the Avengers dad and baby brother ❤
Also, the return of secret dad Clint.
Tony gets turned into a child on an Avengers mission AU
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for ShieldShock fic started long ago for @idontgettechnology,
Soul Mate Jackpot by @glynnisi/ GlynnisIsta8 on Ao3
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lostsouldierbye · 1 year
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uuuggggghhhg ca:cw was such a waste of a cap movie. avengers disbanded??? they were living on opposite sides of the globe/universe anyway without needing to have a big fallout to separate them. it’s called having different priorities and being their own version of a superhero. there was just absolutely no fucking need to waste an entire movie on this shit when they were just going to back pedal on it with a one liner in a Disney+ show that doesn’t even have any of the effected characters. we could have instead seen Steve’s struggle with his purpose in life now, see his moral high road take twists and turns and fucking burn out and a message from Sarah Rogers Mufasa style ~remember who you areeee~ while he and Sam and Nat and whoever else he recruited stamped out hydra with a parallel of Bucky recovering/suffering on his own war path that wouLD HAVE BEEN SO HOT AND CATHARTIC
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stevesbigbazoxngas · 2 years
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Steve. Listen, hear me out...i am 18 in two years, LISTEN. STEVE. I know I KNOW....Just....just it's just two years, I know I can treat you right just give me--TWO YEARS C'MON C'MON-
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Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers
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Summary: It's the 1940's, and you're a dancer on the infamous USO tour showcasing Captain America. You're due on stage in 5 minutes, but Steve's too busy with his face between your legs.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, exhaustion, innocent!Steve (kinda)
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“We’re on in 5 minutes! I repeat, 5 minutes. Did you hear Mr Rogers?”
“Hmm? Yeah, 5 minutes, I heard!” Steve’s head perked up from between your legs, wetness coating his lips and chin as he shouted through the door to the stage hand.
Your body collapsed onto the desk, completely worn out. Eyes heavy, struggling to stay open, and lungs burning with how out of breath you were. “Please, I need to go and get ready; the girls will wonder where I am”.
Steve licked his lips and began to spread your thighs again, his hold hard enough to leave bruises behind as you sighed heavily, head falling back against the mirror. “Just one more; I know you can do it, then you’ll feel much better when you’re dancing baby”. His face descended to your cunt, tongue lapping at your already sensitive hole, his nose pushing and stroking against your engorged clit.
Steve had been at it for what felt like hours. You were one of the dancers on his USO tour across America, dancing and singing every night in a new city to sold-out crowds. You watched as the infamous Steve Rogers sold the bonds and punched fake Adolf Hilter in the face for the crowd's entertainment.
The tour had been going on for weeks as the war ravaged worldwide. Steve had kept to himself, appearing to be scared of any female that walked past him, let alone any of the dancers or singers on stage, even though he had hundreds of women ready to throw themselves at him.
You felt bad for him, the big superstar who sat lonely in his room every night, so you worked up the nerve to speak to him one day. He was sweet, attentive, and very innocent, and you quickly drew him out of his comfort zone. A few kisses and cuddles turned into more risque. He was a virgin when you first met him, and you were completely respectful of that, but after a few awkward fumbling, you decided to take charge and show him how to move, touch and feel, pleasuring both him and you.
The first time Steve made you cum, it was like a light bulb switched in his brain. He was obsessed. The more you taught him about your body, the more he would want to hear your sweet melodic sighs of euphoria, to the point that it was starting to interfere with your work.
Which brings you to today. You’d visited him in his little dressing room at the back of the theatre, intending to get his lunch and ended with your panties on the floor and skirt bunched around the waist and legs over his shoulders as he ate you out to perfection. Every suck and lick had your back bowing and fingers trembling to cover your mouth to stop those outside the door from hearing your multiple orgasms.
Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out. You were stuck between being wholly exhausted and wanting the moment never to end. Due to past experiences, you knew that Steve’s stamina was devastatingly good due to the super serum. Once, you’d fucked all night, and you couldn’t walk the following day and had to call in sick to the show, which Steve was pink-cheeked and apologetic for, forgetting just how fragile you were compared to him.
You were getting close to that point again, attempting to push against his shoulders weakly, knowing you should stop but not wanting him to because you were so close to your next orgasm. You weren’t sure how many you’d had; all you were aware of was that your pussy was plump from all the stimulation, your clit was throbbing to the point that Steve could feel your heartbeat against his tongue, and your hole ached from the number of times it had clenched and tightened.
“Just one more”, Steve had repeated so many times that you could hear him saying it in your lucid mind. Slumping back against the mirror, the pleasure built, his tongue lapping your juices and stroking your clit, plunging and twitching in your pussy as he held you down on his desk.
The waves of the orgasms throbbed through your entire body, your hands pulling at his hair to move him away from your pussy as you sat up, losing control for a second as your body tried to process the euphoria.
“You’re so beautiful, Doll. You’ve done so well for me”, Steve encouraged, his hands massaging your aching thighs as you tried to catch your breath. As the pulses in your cunt calmed, you leaned forward until your head rested against his shoulder, his arms moving around your hips as he cradled you close.
“I might need to cancel the show”, you say, trying to wiggle your toes but finding your limbs were slow in response.
Steve moved back slightly to look at your flushed face, “You know you can’t do that, Baby. You’re on your last warning. Sorry, I’ll try to stop doing this before shows; sometimes I just can’t help myself.”. He pecks your lips softly, and you lean into the touch and try to slow your breathing to calm your body.
A knock at the door disrupts the embrace, “We need you at the stage door in 1 minute!” The stagehand shouts through the door, and you refrain from groaning.
“Could you help me get dressed, please?”
“Of course!” Steve was as sweet as ever, finding your panties and shorts for your costume and helping to pull them back onto your trembling legs. When you tried to stand and straighten your skirt and top, your knees buckled, but thankfully, he caught you, holding you for a couple of seconds until you found your strength.
Looking in the mirror, you tried not to cringe at the streaks you’d left behind on the surface, and then there was your appearance, completely glazed-over expression, and hair a mess, but you didn’t have time to sort either. Rushing to the door, you cringed internally and how sensitive you felt between your legs and how uncomfortable it was to walk with your pussy slightly swollen.
Steve was behind you, opening the door to allow you to step out and rush to the curtain. Making sure no one else was around, you turned and leaned up to kiss him sweetly, “Break a leg.” you wished him luck before running to join the others, who all gave you exacerbated looks for nearly being late.
The show was nearly a disaster; your legs became heavy halfway through from exhaustion, but thankfully, Steve caught you, somehow managing to play it off as part of the play, catching the damsel before continuing with the show.
Your entire body was warm to the touch, and the bright overhead lights only worsened it. As you danced across the stage, you became increasingly more aware that your panties were drenched, your pussy still flowing with juices, to the point that you were worried it had leaked through your shorts for the audience to see.
By the end, your cheeks ached from fake smiling, and the muscles in your legs were burning to the point that you collapsed on the stairs as you exited the stage. You were exhausted, eyes hardly open as one of the girls asked if you were okay.
“Sweetheart? Are you coming down with something?” the show manager asked, but you waved everyone away.
“I’m fine; I just need to sleep”, you explained whilst thanking one of the other girls who had returned with a glass of water.
“What’s going on? Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, pushing his way through the crowd. Your body heated even more as Steve’s eyes widened briefly before he tried to mask his reaction. It was evident in your contract that you were not allowed to form intimate relationships with the show's star, which of course was Steve, so whatever it was that you had with Steve had to stay hidden, even though you were sure everyone suspected it.
“Everything’s fine, Mr Rogers, she’s just cooling off”, the manager attempted to move his prize possession away, not wanting him to worry about any of the girls and push him back to his awaiting taxi.
“She doesn’t look fine; why don’t I take her to a doctor?” Steve suggested, lowering himself so that you were both eye to eye.
“She doesn’t need a doctor; she’s fine, aren’t you, sweetheart?” the manager tried to reassure, but you were too tired even to respond.
“Ok, let me rephrase this, I’m going to take her to a Doctor, now move out of my way”, Steve demanded, actually standing up to the manager for once as he slid one arm under your knee and the other supporting your back as he lifted you, your head rolling onto his shoulder.
You relaxed into the hold, the sway of it helping to lull you into a half-asleep state. Only when the two of you were alone in the taxi did you decide to speak finally. “I don’t need a doctor, I just need to sleep”.
“I know, baby. I just wanted to get you away from everyone. I’m sorry for going so hard earlier, and I’ll try and calm it down from now on”, Steve apologised, holding your body close to his as the taxi began to move towards the motel you were all staying at.
You grinned, tilting your face towards his, “I didn’t say you had to stop, Steve”.
His eyes flicked between your lips and eyes, a small smile forming on his handsome face. Giving you a quick kiss on your temple, the two of you relaxed into the embrace as you quietly fell asleep.
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summary. | Your affair with your boyfriend’s dad escalates drastically.
prompts. | Steve Rogers + boyfriend’s dad + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + cum-play, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s dad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, smut, cheating, age gap, restraints, cum-play, fingering, male masturbation, orgasm (f), Daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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You can’t even begin to imagine what your boyfriend would say if he caught you.
Steve keeps telling you his son won’t be home anytime soon, but you doubt it. He has a way with words where he can get you to do anything, and that scares you.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” the older grunts, keeping your legs spread open with one of his strong hands. His skin is flushed and covered in sweat—you can’t help but admire him, even though you shouldn’t. 
The affair should’ve ended ages ago, but every time you tried, Steve managed to convince you otherwise. 
“I should’ve tied you up a while ago—I love seeing you like this, all vulnerable…” Steve says, and you wiggle your fingers just a bit. He’s got your hands above your head, wrists tied together with a piece of red silk. You still have feeling in your arms, but the knot is tight enough to prevent you from breaking loose. 
Your boyfriend’s dad strokes his large cock, pre-cum dripping down and onto his pale hand. He stares at your cunt, admiring his work. Your clit is raw and puffy, and your hole is leaking with his cum. It drips down to your ass and then the bed, staining the navy blue sheets. 
“Do you like it, sweetie?” Steve questions, looking up at you. You’re a panting, writhing mess, with your chest rising and falling. Your tits beckon him to play with them, and so he does. 
The hand he used to keep your legs open—even though the special rope that he tied you to the bedposts with already does that—travels to your chest. He pinches at your hard nipples, and you whimper, pouting at the sensation. 
“Uh-huh, I love it, Daddy,” you tell him, your mouth operating before your brain has time to even think about what he’s asked you. But it’s true—you love everything he does to you, even though you always fight him a bit at first. But Steve likes that; it makes him so hard. “I know you do, baby.”
Steve leans forward and takes one of your nubs into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth as he massages the other. He then switches, giving the other breast the same treatment until you’re saying, “Daddy… Please…”
You can feel the older man’s cock against your thigh, and you realize that you’re in need of another orgasm. When he’s around, you’re insatiable. Perhaps it’s the thrill of getting caught—the secrecy. Or maybe it’s just that Steve Rogers knows how to make you feel so good. 
“What does my princess need? Hm?” he questions once he pulls his mouth off your tit, releasing your nipple with a resounding ‘pop!’. “Wanna come again, Daddy… Please?” you ask sweetly, giving Steve your best puppy-dog eyes.
You catch sight of the greys that decorate his hair, especially in his beard. You’ve told him how much you love them before, and afterwards, he ate you out until you were crying.
“Daddy’ll make you come again, baby. Don’t worry,” he tells you, and you thank him nicely. “You’re such a good girl,” Steve coos. 
He stretches his dominant hand down to your messy pussy, and he rubs your folds just to tease you. You whine, and he chuckles. He reaches down to your leaking hole and groans when he feels just how wet you are. 
“Daddy really filled you up, huh, baby?” Steve notes, dipping his fingers into the mixture of his seed and your arousal. He coats his digits in his cum and pushes in, shoving two fingers into your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, and Steve praises you for taking his digits so well. “Daddy’s best girl.”
Steve begins to fuck you with his fingers, sometimes pulling them out entirely to spread his cum all over your pussy. The wet sounds that come from your pussy are so loud, but your moans drown them out. He curls his fingers skillfully, reaching that sweet spot that has your legs shaking just a bit.
“Fuck! ‘M gonna come,” you whimper, and the older man curses. “Gonna come for Daddy? Go on, make an even bigger mess, baby,” Steve urges.
As he says this, you come undone around his fingers. Your walls clench him, and you thrash around a bit from the amount of stimulation. 
“Good girl, so good for me,” Steve hums, and through your fucked-out stupor, you register the tell-tale chime of the sensor on the front door. Your boyfriend. He calls out, asking if anyone’s home.
Panic surges through you, and your stomach drops. Your sensual mood is immediately killed, and you try to wriggle out of the situation Steve has placed you in.
The older man chuckles. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that,” he says, and he doesn’t do anything to help.
“Steve! Untie me—he’s gonna catch us,” you spit through clenched teeth, scared and angry. “Mm, no,” he bluntly tells you, and you fight him even more. “Please! You can’t let him see us like this,” you reason, tugging at your restraints.
“I think it’s time he learns how much his girlfriend loves Daddy. Don’t you agree?” 
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Conditions for Business | Yandere CEO Steve Rogers x Male Reader (Part 2)
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Pairing: (Verse) Steve Rogers x (Verse) Male Reader
Summary: Steve Rogers is one of the most prominent tech geniuses in the United States after his idea in software broke the industry. But he couldn't have done it without the encouragement of his high school best friend and secret crush- you. Unfortunately, you and Steve had a falling out, and after that, you two were out of each other's lives for good.
At least it seemed that way until Steve needs a new assistant and posts a vague job listing on LinkedIn. Steve's surprised when your application comes across his desk, but he's not going to let you get away this time. Not without any answers, anyway.
Warnings: Another Dark Series I fear. Light for now, but I will tag accordingly when the time comes.
Feel free to like, comment, and reblog if you like what you're reading, y'all KNOW I eat that shit up! It also makes me feel more reassured in my writing so help a brother out!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters and this fic is for the enjoyment of myself and others! Don't sue me! 😃
Tagging: lemme know if you want to be added/removed for this story: @romeoandromeo , @smurfingonthem , @blurredx18 , @namjooncrabs , @glitchybrit , @awkward0ghost , @v0idl1nq , @mcahri , @hirayag , @raspberryyuuki , @aesthetic-history , @teaologyzzz , @n-e-o-w-r-i-t-e-s , @abbatoirablaze @drainfury, @qlqstqr , @tkishcabral, @marxenash, @evilive , @baka-daa, @stevieuwu @anonymouswolf87
Author's Note: Trust the process, y'all, I was busy this week, I'm posting this after giving it a good clean up!
Me: *tells self this won't end up as long as Your Asset*
my Google Doc seeing me sporadically type up plot for this: yeah sure buddy, whatever you need to sleep at night
The formatting for this chapter was kicking my ass 😭. But I made it! I hope y'all are ready to go on this journey with me! And as usual, if I say something that doesn't make sense, smile and scroll, y'all 😃. Sound off in the comments!
<Read Part One Here and Part Three Here >
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Part Two: Don't Lose Control
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CC:
BC:
Re: Subject:You Have Been Chosen For An Interview
Tues, April 12, 1:36 pm
Good afternoon Jessica,
Attached are the documents you requested from me. Does tomorrow work or is that too soon?
Thank you,
Y/N (First and Last)
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BC:
Re: Subject:You Have Been Chosen For An Interview
Tues, April 12, 2:04 pm
Good afternoon Y/N,
Tomorrow works! Do you think you can come in at 9am? You’ll be interviewed at our headquarters located at 1918 Park Avenue. Upon arrival, check in at the front desk and tell them that you have a meeting with Ms. Nguyen, and show them this email to confirm. Please prepare.
See You Tomorrow,
Jessica
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BC:
Re: Subject:You Have Been Chosen For An Interview
Tues, April 12, 2:07 pm
Good afternoon Jessica,
9am works!
See You Then,
Y/N
“Ms. Nguyen? Any updates with Y/N?” Steve calls out of his office, adopting a neutral tone although he’s anxiously tapping a pen on his desk. The sound of typing abruptly stops.
“Yes, Mr. Rogers. He’s coming in tomorrow at 9am for his interview,” Ms. Nguyen answers politely and Steve’s surprised. That’s really soon, and now Steve is plagued with second thoughts and whether or not he can go through with this, getting stressed all over again.
“Mr. Rogers? Is that okay?” Ms. Nguyen asks, and Steve can hear a hint of concern in her voice, and that snaps him out of it. He has to be in control of himself!
“Of course it is! Thank you, Ms. Nguyen,” he responds, feeling all out of sorts, and he looks down at his hands and wishes he had a pencil in them. Whenever he’s overwhelmed, Steve likes to sketch things, whatever comes to mind until he feels a bit more clear-headed. But he can’t do that at the office, not when he has so many things to do. Right. He has many things to do, and he can’t spend any more time thinking about Y/N. He’ll save that for tomorrow.
“See you soon, Y/N,” he says to himself with a little smile, ignoring how his stomach flutters just from speaking your name.
Meanwhile
You close your laptop and breathe out a deep sigh, feeling a large weight drop onto your shoulders. Getting a job at Cap Incorporated, no matter how short lived, can be quite the notch in your belt and employment history. It’s a big deal, and you can’t pretend like it isn’t. So everything needs to be perfect for tomorrow- you need to be perfect for tomorrow.
What was it that Ms. Nguyen said? ‘Please prepare'.
“Prepare how?” You moan to yourself before getting up and walking to your closet sadly. Sure you had nice clothes, but you don’t know if they’re “Cap Incorporated” nice.
It’d be silly for you to bust out the three-piece suit for an interview, right, especially for a position as someone’s assistant? Or maybe it’s not silly at all, because you need to dress to impress, don’t you? It is mentioned that you won’t be a secretary to anyone, but a senior member, so it will be someone important.
Fuck. You wish interviews wouldn’t be this complicated. There are studies that find the workplace to be more lenient on corporate attire, but you don’t want to test that out. You look over your clothes again, feeling even more stressed by the minute. You had foolishly set your appointment date for tomorrow, so you don’t even have time to go out and rent an outfit, and your credit card cannot handle a purchase you know you can’t afford. There’s always the good old ‘buy it and return it when you’re done’ option, but you’ve already turned a new leaf on that lifestyle.
You’ll just have to go with what you already have. You pull out a navy button down, brown dress pants, a brown leather belt, and brown dress shoes you’ve had for years. You don’t have a sports coat, so that’s all you’re going to wear. The weather’s getting warmer and if you pull on a v-neck sweater over your shirt, you’ll die of heat exhaustion on the way to the interview and you don’t want to arrive sweaty and frazzled.
You set that outfit out on the arm of your couch so you can wear it as soon as you step out of the shower tomorrow and return to your room, digging around for a nice cologne Monica had gifted you a couple of months ago for your birthday.
“Oh my God, where is it?!” You mumble in frustration to yourself, looking all around your room until you finally find it in your drawer.
You set your alarm for the next morning at 7 am, although it’ll only take you an hour to commute there but you’re not taking any chances with public transportation, because what happens if the train gets delayed? You’ll be fucked. No, you schedule an Uber for the next day, although you feel like crying at the checkout because you really don’t have money like that, but it will be worth it if you get the job.
Besides, if you don’t, you can always walk home.
The rest of the day, you flit around the house anxiously preparing. Many times you consider picking up your phone and messaging Monica because she’s your girl and you share everything with her, but you don’t want to tell her just yet, just in case nothing comes of this. Because what if you tell her and she hypes you up and then you don’t get the job? You would feel embarrassed, and no, you’d rather tell her only if you get the job or if the interview goes well tomorrow.
Your stomach feels clenched like a fist, and you’re so chock full of nerves you force yourself to cook something light so you don’t end up eating HotPockets. You watch television without being able to focus on anything that comes on, and you try to relax, and pretty much fail at it. You look over your nails, and take the time to trim them down so you look nice and well maintained. It's the little details that count.
You watch a bunch of videos on Cap Incorporated, ignoring the ones that included an interview with Steve, so that you can properly research the place you had drunkenly applied to. With each video you find, you can't help but be impressed, which only increases your anxiety for the job interview tomorrow.
Later that night, you look at yourself in the mirror for a long time, simply staring.
"You got this, Y/N," you whisper softly to yourself, and then you slip into bed, trying to get as much rest as possible. You have an exciting day ahead of you.
The Next Morning
You don't sleep well, but you do sleep, so you count that as a win as you get up and start to get ready, putting on everything you've preplanned, spraying cologne on yourself lightly. Too much and you'll end up walking around smelling like an Axe Body shop.
Your stomach feels all knotted, but you cook yourself a nice spinach omelette anyway just so there's something on your stomach. You take the last few sips out of your carrot juice, letting out a satisfied sigh as you put the glass in your sink, checking the clock on your wall to make sure you aren't taking too much time.
You finally walk out your apartment closing your door, when you look over and see your neighbor doing the same, staring at you in surprise. It's Mr. Velasquez, who as far as you're concerned, a nice guy with an even nicer family. Mrs. Velasquez had invited you over for a few parties and while you initially declined the offer a few times because they seemed like family functions, you accepted once and had a great time.
Everyone was really nice to you and you somehow ended up dancing with a few people by some miracle and that night, you went home with delicious leftovers that you devoured for the next two days, and the drinks were amazing… you still had a bottle of Rumchata™️ (Horchata con Ron) in your cupboard. Ever since then, you pop in on them ever so often, especially when they have parties, making sure to bring something of your own over.
"Y/N! How are you? I don't usually see you come out this time," Mr. Velasquez kindly greets you, eyebrows raised, and you rub a hand on your neck.
"I'm good, Mr. Velasquez, and I'm on my way to a job interview actually," you reveal bashfully, and Mr. Velasquez looks at you with surprise, before giving you a wide smile.
"Ah, that's good! No wonder you're up so early, you're trying to impress them, no? You're dressed nice," he remarks, gesturing to your outfit and you try to hide how pleased you are by his comment.
"I do want to make a good impression," you confess, and Mr. Velazquez gives you a thumbs up.
"You did good," he says and then there's a loud honk from outside, and you check your phone as a notification comes across your screen.
Your driver, Yvan Ronavich, has arrived!
"That's my Uber, Mr. Velazquez, I'll catch up with you sometime soon, okay? I gotta go, now," you say apologetically, and he waves you off.
"Go, go," he smiles at you, "and good luck, Y/N!"
"Thank you!" You yell as you race down the stairs, because the elevator in your building sometimes takes a little too long and you didn't want the Uber driver to charge you a fee for making them wait too long.
You get outside and see a Black Sedan parked in front of the building and go to it, showing the driver your phone with your special code, and he nods before unlocking the doors so you can get it.
The ride over to Cap Incorporated is quiet and peaceful for the most part, and you're okay with that, scrolling through Twitter to calm your nerves, checking the stock market, and even reading some local news.
"We're here," Yvan quietly announces, and with a "Thank you!" you climb out the car and step out, staring at the skyscraper with awe.
This is what Steve built.
It's amazing, and you hope this place will be your new (work) home.
What if you see Steve today? A voice in your head asks, unbidden, and you shake that thought from your head again.
You have to be cool. And if you see him… no you won't even think about that.
You check your phone for the time, wishing you had a nice watch, but you unfortunately do not have nice watch money (yet).
It's 8:40am, which isn't bad at all. You're not too early and closer to right on time.
You walk into the building and to reception, showing the receptionist your email from Jessica, and to your surprise, the security guard prints out a guest pass for you in order to gain access to the building.
"It's really secure here," you remark to yourself, but the guard overhears you, nodding her head.
"We have to be- Cap Incorporated has the attention of the world right now," she expresses, and you can tell that she actually gives a damn about her job, and well that's a good sign. No one's dedicated to a job that treats them like shit, so Cap Incorporated must take good care of their own. Another plus.
"Must be tough," you comment and she shakes her head.
"Not really, if you know what you're doing," she comments with a smirk, and you can't help but smile back at her, finding her attitude quite refreshing. You scan her ID clipped to her shirt for her name, Salma Chaudri.
"Well, I hope the executives appreciate someone as competent as you are, Ms. Chaudri," you retort, and she hums and shrugs.
"A fruit basket once in a while wouldn't hurt, Mr. Y/N," she sings back, wiggling her eyebrows and you're almost tempted to ask how she knows your name before you remember you had to show her your ID for your access pass.
"I'll have a strict talk with them on your behalf," you offer before you realize you might be getting ahead of yourself, "if I get hired, of course."
"Well," Salma dials a few numbers on the desk stand phone and picks up the handset, "I have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot more of you," she tells you reassuringly, while her phone rings before someone on the other side of the line picks up with a clear "Hello?"
"Hi, Ms. Nguyen, I have a Mr. Y/N down here for you," Salma softly speaks into the receiver and she pauses, waiting for the other's reply.
"Okay, I'll send him up now," she says after a moment, hanging up on them.
"Alright," she addresses you, "you're going to go straight through here and scan that little pass I gave you and then take a sharp right to the elevators. You're going to the 42nd floor. Any questions?"
You shake your head. "No, but thank you for your help!"
"It's what I'm here for," she says, but her smile is genuine. You like her, she's a nice person.
You do as she instructed, surprised to find no one else waiting for the elevator with you, but it's okay, that means you don't have to force yourself into an elevator crowded with a ton of other people.
The elevator arrives with a ding, its golden doors opening before you, and for a second you almost feel a little out of place, but you shove that feeling down.
The building only has 46 floors, and you find it very odd that you're headed to the 42nd floor.
Typically in high-rise buildings, the higher your floor is, the more important you are, and CEOs of companies tend to live within the top 5 floors, so in the case of Cap Incorporated, that would mean that Steve would reside somewhere between floor 41 and 46, but more realistically between 41 and 45, because 46 is likely an extension to the roof.
Why are you thinking about Steve? The application had said you'd be working for a senior official, and a senior official could possibly be working on a higher floor. You can't be so paranoid.
The elevator's ascent is quick and smooth, and you're appreciative that while the style of the skyscraper is more modern, you're happy that the architect didn't choose glass elevators. You don't think your stomach would be able to handle seeing how high up your elevator is going currently. Your stomach flutters a little nonetheless, but you ignore that feeling.
What you can't ignore is the fact that this interview is kind of weird.
First, the fact that you're even being interviewed in such a short time period after submitting your application is miraculous. Most employers don't get in touch until months have passed by, and while you admit that you are qualified for the job and that your resumé fits their standards, you're unsure as to whether it warrants such an early interaction. Maybe they were desperate to fill in the position, but they didn't indicate as such in their hiring post with the typical "Urgently Hiring" notice some employers add on.
Second, you already tried to ignore this but it's the issue of the floor number again. Employers don't recruit employees on the top floors of their building, not for the first interview. Especially not the candidates with subpar resumes.
Something's not right here.
The elevator doors open before you're given much time to dwell on that and you square your shoulders, take a deep breath and step out. It's game time.
A woman with her hair up in a tight ponytail and shocking red lipstick is waiting for you outside of the office and greets you with a smile that doesn't exactly meet her eyes.
"Y/N?" She asks, and she gives you a once over with a quiet "Hmm" under her breath and you nervously smooth down the front of your shirt.
"Yes, and I presume you're Jessica?" You ask her, and her eyes snap up to yours.
"I am, nice to meet you," she holds her hand out, and a silver, diamond encrusted bracelet watch catches your eyes and whatever job she has, you know it pays well.
You shake her hand lightly, and then she turns around and leads you through two glass doors into a huge brightly lit office, with another one directly behind that has an amazing view, but it's empty though.
She leads you to sit down at a desk and you're a bit confused because there doesn't seem to be any cubicles at all, so you are right in guessing that you were on an important floor.
"Lemon water?" She offers, and when you look there's a water cooler in the corner full of lemon slices and you almost accept but you don't want too much liquid on your bladder.
"No thank you," you respectfully decline, and Jessica sighs and reaches down into one the drawers of her desk, pulling out a blue folder with your name labelled on it. She opens it, and pages through it, and you can see your resume and references there.
"Alright, let's get on with this. I've been reviewing your profile and you come across as a really strong candidate for Cap Incorporated, which is great, but as usual, pieces of paper don't tell us enough. So, tell me about yourself, and why you think you'd be a good fit for this position, for Cap Inc," Jessica asks, folding her arms across the desk and looking up at you and giving you her full attention.
You nod, and give her all the pre-planned answers you spent all night thinking of, hoping you come across confident and self-assured.
"Alright, now onto a small issue of your employment history," Jessica says, and you look at her startled.
"Issue?"
"Don't be alarmed, it's just that it appears that you haven't worked with, or for, high-profile clientele. The position you're applying for happens to be an assistant to a man who is constantly in the public eye, and by transference, that public eye can fall onto you, as well."
"I see…" you say, and scour your mind for an appropriate response.
"There certainly are a lot of precautions being taken for this role," you say, stumbling over your words, and Jessica quirks an eyebrow and gives you an unimpressed look.
"Well, management isn't just going to let anybody apply for the position of being the assistant of our CEO, Y/N," She scoffs, but you freeze.
WHAT? Assistant to the CEO? The CEO of Cap Incorporated, Steve Rogers? That CEO?!
"Excuse me?!" You ask loudly, and Jessica jumps.
"Is something wrong?" Jessica asks, eyeing you with concern and you nod and chuckle to yourself.
"Yes, Jessica, I'm afraid there is," you say wryly.
"You see, this must be some sort of mistake, I didn't apply to be an assistant to Steve Rogers."
Jessica looks at you with confusion, and then picks up that damn blue file.
"No, there's been no mistake, that's the position you applied for. You've even been noted to do a follow up with Mr. Rogers today at 10."
"What?!" You breathe to yourself and it suddenly feels like there's a vice grip on your chest. You can hear your heart pounding and you can sweat start to form at your hairline. You look around your surroundings and you were right earlier, you don't belong here. If you stay, you have to see Steve, and you're not prepared for that. What would you even say to him? What are you still doing here?
You abruptly stand up, chair scratching along the floor behind you.
"Y/N?" Jessica questions, starting to rise as well.
"I'm sorry, Jessica, but it appears I made a mistake. Thank you for seeing me and I do apologize for wasting your time." You speedwalk out of there, and head to the elevators, pressing the down button furiously.
You have to get out of here. You don't know how long it'll take for the elevator to get there and you curse the fact you're on the 42nd floor.
You hear the clack clack sounds of Jessica's heels running behind you, and you turn to see her coming at you fast.
"Y/N, wait! Wait! You're supposed to stick around for Mr. Rogers," she tells you frantically, and you can't help but flinch at the mention of Steve's name. The elevator dings and you stare at it, then Jessica, then you step inside.
"Well, tell him I'm no longer interested in the position, and that I'm sorry," you say mournfully, and then you close the elevator doors on Jessica's surprised face.
Once they shut, you let out a deep breath and lean against the wall of the elevator, trying to regain some sort of control.
"Fuck," you curse quietly under your breath, rubbing a hand over your face. A job at Cap Incorporated would've been great, but working with Steve? You can't do that. You aren't prepared to see him, not after the way you two had separated.
You get downstairs, and you can exit the way you came, but you're too ashamed to pass by Ms. Chaudri and tell her that the interview didn't go well. To your luck, you see a back door and you hurriedly walk out of it, blinded by sun. You don't see Steve, of all people, entering the building just as you exit onto the backstreet.
Meanwhile
When Steve wakes up this morning, he does so with a small smile. Today is the day he gets to see you, and yes, he is still a little hurt and angry that you ended you guys' friendship, but he still can't wait to see you.
He can’t help but wonder how you’ll react when you see him. Will you be happy to see Steve? Will you smile at him and pretend like nothing’s wrong, or will you be visibly uncomfortable? Will you apologize or try to offer an explanation, or will he say nothing? Will you even recognize Steve? The last time you had seen him he had been a little shrimp, due to puberty waiting to hit him like a truck right after you two had the falling out. And although he’ll never vocalize it, there’s a little voice in his head that wonders if you’ll like what you see, this new unfamiliar Steve, will you like him?
And it makes Steve feel like some sort of horned up schoolboy, wondering if his ex-crush likes him, when he knows he’s good looking, knows he’s able to pull anybody of his choice. There's many people who fell into his bed, but they never stuck around after they got whatever they wanted from him, whether it was clout or money. It seems to be Steve's curse. No one ever stays, not even you.
He laughs bitterly to himself.
Listen to him. Just the thought of meeting you has Steve lamenting over the loneliness of his lifestyle, like meeting you is suddenly going to change that.
No dice. Steve isn't going to let you get as close to him, anyway. He can fight those inane urges of his telling him to be close with you again.
He fights every impulse to move faster as he prepares for the work day, prepares to see you. He is not some damn golden retriever waiting for their beloved owner to return.
He will be cool, professional, and he definitely isn't choosing one of his best outfits because he's seeing you today, but because he likes to be well dressed when he comes to the office.
He also doesn't check his teeth three times in the mirror because he's anxious about seeing you but because he cares about his dental health.
He, for sure, isn't wearing his best cologne, because it's not like he's trying to impress you, or anything.
Yeah… Steve doesn't sound convincing to himself, either.
He's supposed to go into the office at 10, allow Jessica some time to break you in, (something she had suggested after hearing Steve's idea to interview you himself) and see if you're really fit for the job. Steve is supposed to see afterwards if you're fit for working with him.
Steve arrives at 9:30, because he's the boss and he does what he wants and as he's coming in, he hears the sound of the backdoor opening and slamming shut.
"Ugh, I hate it when visitors use that exit instead of the front one," the receptionist groans and Steve turns to her.
"Why?"
"It's so loud," she huffs and Steve can't help but laugh at that, making her smile at him.
"Well, that's a good reason to not like it," he agrees as he passes her and salutes her before he goes to scan his ID and walk inside to the elevators, pressing the button for the 42nd floor.
He originally had thought that he would need to require some sort of authentication feature into the elevators to verify people coming onto his floor, but surprisingly there was little need for it.
People only ever sell out the CEO of a company to inform them of bad news, and people try their best not to do that. Therefore, no one bothers going to his floor that shouldn't.
The way up, Steve stays silent and enjoys the calm of the smooth ride up, fingers tapping anxiously against his leg his only tell.
When the doors open, Steve takes a second to breathe in and out deeply, closing his eyes momentarily before stepping out.
He approaches his office, confused, because he doesn't see you there. Sure, Steve knows he was supposed to be coming in later, but you should be here already, but all he sees is Jessica at her desk. Where were you? Were you in the bathroom or something?
"Where is he? Where's Y/N?" Steve demands as he walks to the door, and Jessica looks at him, startled, standing up at his entrance.
"Mr. Rogers- oh, you're asking about Y/N? Yeah, he's gone," Jessica rambles nervously, and Jessica doesn't get nervous, so Steve's face must be doing something scary right about now.
"Gone? What do you mean, gone?" Steve questions Jessica intensely, and he knows he's being intimidating but he can't help himself, he just needs to know.
"I mean, he left, he said didn't want the position and he apologized for wasting my time," Jessica hurries to reply, and Steve can't believe his ears.
"He said he didn't want the position? Why?!" Steve can't help but parrot, feeling overwhelmed by confusion. Cap Incorporated has done quite well for an ambitious startup, and there were thousands of people dying to get a foot in the door, so why would you pass this up?
"That confused me too, but it seemed to do with you, sir. The moment he learned that the position was with you, he declined it immediately," Jessica tentatively explains, and of fucking course you declined the position because it was with Steve!
You don't want to try and reconnect, or smooth things over. You had left him behind in the past, it seems, for good!
Anger burns within Steve, and he keeps it buried down just long enough to ask through gritted teeth, "Did he say anything? Before leaving?" And Jessica eyes him worriedly before nodding.
"He said to tell you he was sorry," she says hesitantly, and Steve freezes as he is hit with an instant flashback to that day five years ago, when he was sitting on the couch with Bucky, in the dorm they shared, crying into his shoulder after you decided to end your friendship.
"The prick said to tell you he was sorry right before he blocked me," Bucky had grumpily reported to Steve at the time, and Steve had scoffed, "As if that changes anything."
And now here you are, telling someone else to tell him sorry, and Steve wonders why can't you do it yourself. Why don't you want to see him?
Do you hate him to the point of fleeing from a great job opportunity, if it meant not being near him?
Steve is trying very hard not to take this personally, but your rejection of the job feels very much like a rejection of him.
"I'm surprised, though, you really just missed him, boss. He went down and it feels like five minutes later you came up," Jessica adds and Steve's mind feels like it's going fifty miles an hour.
The backdoor! That was Y/N leaving. He literally missed him by minutes, no seconds- if he had seen Y/N leaving he would've chased after him.
No, Steve has to calm down... he's too angry.
"Ms. Nguyen, please reschedule all of my morning calls," he says slowly and she looks at him confused.
"It's 9:40 am, sir, you're supposed to be speaking with Director Schneider from-" Steve sighs and rubs a hand over his face. He really wishes people would listen to him the first time he talks.
"I said RESCHEDULE IT. I'll be back." And with that, Steve turns on his heel and walks out of the office, tugging at his tie. He heads straight to the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, and heads one floor up to his personal gym.
No one else is allowed there, and it does require a keycard to access, and Steve hurriedly scans his card, slamming the door open. He strips and finds a spare gym suit he keeps there for times like this and puts it on, before he goes ahead and wraps his knuckles in athletic tape. He's left his gloves at home, but it doesn't deter him as he heads straight for the punching bag he's got set up in the center of the room.
He holds it for a second, using the moment to bring up all of the anger he's been feeling to the surface, and then unleashes it on the punching bag with a series of 'one-two's, jabs, and hooks, losing himself in the punches. Sketching may help him with some stress relief but sometimes hitting something gets a lot more done for Steve.
The empty room echoes with the sound of Steve's hits on the bag, and Steve keeps going until sweat drips down into his eyes and his knuckles sting and his arms are tired.
He has to regain control, and while he's showering, he knows exactly how to do that.
"Ms. Nguyen, I want you to pick up that phone and make Y/N an offer he can't refuse," Steve announces when he returns to the office, and Jessica looks at him, shocked.
"But sir, there's other candidates-"
"I want him! Now, pick up the phone and call him! And if he's not here in my office by the end of the work day," Steve pauses, taking in a shaky breath to calm himself down, "well let's just say it won't be good."
Jessica swallows, and nods her head.
"I'll see what I can do."
"You do that," Steve sends her a tight-lipped smile, and then storms into his office.
"Fuck!" Steve growls, slamming his hands against the smooth wood of his desk.
You weren't even here and look at the way Steve's acting- he can't let you have this power over him.
Back to You
You sigh despondently as you head to the train station. Who did you think you were, taking an Uber knowing how broke you are? Especially just for you to not get the job, ugh!
Just then your phone rings, and you think it's a call from Monica so you don't even bother to check who it is before answering, "Hey, girl!"
"...Hello, Y/N? It's Jessica Nguyen from-" Jessica awkwardly speaks, and embarrassment floods throughout you.
"Sorry! I thought you were someone else!" You hasten to say, and Jessica chuckles.
"It's fine," she says, and you wonder why she's on the phone with you. There's no need for a follow-up seeing as how you turned the job position down.
"Not to be rude, but why are you calling? Did I leave something behind?" You ask, exasperated.
"That's not rude at all! And I'm calling because I would like for you to rethink your decision on our offer." You sigh.
"I'm afraid I already said no-"
"We never got around to talking about salary, Mr. Y/N. How would you like to make 75K a year?" Jessica offers and you scoff.
"This is New York, 75K for being an Executive Assistant to a CEO is next to-"
"100K," Jessica says and it stops you in your tracks.
"What?"
"Make that 125K, with guaranteed 10% bonuses at the end of the year, and the ability to delegate a junior assistant to ease the workload when necessary. You're allowed an expense account, too, Y/N." Your heart pounds.
"Jesus Christ, are you even allowed to make these offers?" you breathe, and you can practically hear the smugness in Jessica's voice when she says, "Of course, it's all been authorized by Mr. Rogers."
Well, shit. You may not want to work with Steve, but it appears that Steve wants to work with you,
and you can't say no. Maybe he possibly wants to smooth things out between the two of you. The cost of living is high, and you need a job.
You take a deep breath.
"When can I start?" Jessica's voice, full of trepidation, softens suddenly.
"Well first, you actually need to… "
...
"Oh, hello again!" Ms. Chaudri greets you as you walk in the building again. "Didn't see you leave!"
"Well," you start awkwardly and she grins as she reprints your access pass.
"Just joshing ya, here you go!" She hands it to you and you thank her as you re-enter and return to the elevator.
Strangely enough, you're not as nervous as you were before and the fact that Steve wants you to work with him somewhat quells the nerves you have.
You're going to see Steve! You don't know how much he's changed, especially since he's some sort of big shot now. You've seen the reports about him and actors and models and they've tugged at your heartstrings, but not as much as when you see him and Bucky together. On second thought, you better not think about Bucky right now.
The elevator finally stops and you step out, heading to the office where once again, Jessica is waiting for you.
"Straight through there, Y/N, Mr. Rogers waiting for you," Jessica says and you nod, pushing through the heavy glass doors.
You can see the outline of Steve, back to the door and God, he's really grown taller, hasn't he? And his shoulders are so broad, and the suit that he's wearing is tailored to perfection on him.
His hair looks nice, too, cut a bit short and styled differently to the longer style he wore back then. Steve looks good- no, he looks like a CEO. More importantly, he looks like a man that is your boss.
What had Jessica called him? 'Mr. Rogers'? Maybe he doesn't like for his assistants to call him by his first name, which is a pretty fair expectation for most bosses. And when the two of you had last seen, or rather texted each other, it had been on a bad note, so he may not want you to be so informal with him either.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Rogers?" You ask cooly, and Steve turns around, with a perfectly neutral expression. His eyes meet yours and he doesn't look away.
"Hello, Y/N," he says in a low voice that conveys nothing, "it's been a while."
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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!kink, smutt, bunny lingerie, babying, mocking, misogyny, poyt!Steve being kinky and controlling, 18+, minors dni
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve buys his omega a very special gift. 
𝐀/𝐍: This is a drabble for my fic POYT. I got super inspired by this ask by @foxyprincessworld​ . Enjoy!
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“Come here. I have a surprise for you.”
You look up from your novel to see Steve standing in the doorway, an oddly excited look on his face and a brown package in his hand. Immediately, you put your book down and go over to him as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He pats his knee and you waste no time in sinking down on his lap, looking up at him shyly.
“A surprise?” You whisper, reaching out to stroke the unassuming-looking brown package. You wonder what it could be, but seeing the wicked glint in Steve’s eye, you know it can’t be anything good.
“Yes. Go ahead and open it, omega.”
Steve’s big hand has snuck up underneath your hoodie, stroking your bare back sensually. It makes your breath hitch in your throat. You can feel him hard underneath you, which tells you exactly what you and him will be doing for the rest of the night. But what did this package have to do with it?
Carefully, you tear it open, a gasp dying in your throat when you see what’s inside. At first, all you see is pale pink tissue and shiny paper. After pushing all that aside, you’re greeted with soft pink lace that feels like butter on your fingertips. It’s lingerie – adorned with pretty embroidery and ribbons. So intricately stitched, and in Steve’s favourite colour for you – pink.
“It’s pretty.” You breathe, stroking the soft lace. You examine the G-string panties, feeling the blood rush up to your cheeks. That wouldn’t cover anything, you think to yourself. Steve had told you in the past that he found your regular flowery panties to be extremely sexy, so this was something completely different.
And then you feel something fluffy. Heart skipping a beat, you gingerly hold the G-string up and gasp softly when you see the fluffy tail sticking out from the back. Glancing back into the package, you see a pair of fluffy white bunny ears that completely match with the tail.
“This is… Steve, oh my gosh, I…” You don’t know what to say, and your alpha looks extremely smug as he clutches you close, grinding you down on his hard crotch and pressing his nose against your hairline and inhaling deeply.
“A cute little bunny costume.” Steve grins, giving your cheek a condescending pat, “For a cute little baby omega like you. Do you like it, baby?”
Like it? You were kind of intimidated by it, and mortified by the idea of wearing it. It could barely even be classified as a costume, what with how revealing it was. But you know that Steve expected you to have good manners, and so you nod. “Y-Yes. It’s very nice, thank you.”
Steve licks his lips, his hand which was stroking your bare back under your hoodie slips sideways and grabs your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. You gulp, feeling your nipple harden and poke against his palm. Oh, he was doing that thing again! Where he made you all dumb just by touching you, making your mind all foggy and susceptible to whatever depravity he had in store for you.
“Say, thank you daddy.” Steve commands you darkly, his thumb and forefinger casually tweaking your nipple.
“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You squeak out submissively.
Your alpha smiles, and it’s crazy how quickly he switches from intimidating and strict to playful. He reaches down to give your ass a squeeze, his other hand still cupping your breast. You bet he can feel your heartbeat quickening as you swallow in anticipation and slight dread about what’s to follow.
“Why don’t you put on your gift for daddy?” Steve asks you, except you know it’s not a request.
“B-But I… I don’t think… Steve – I mean daddy – I, uh…” You grimace, your stutter worse than ever. “Please, I d-don’t think I would look good in it.”
Steve smirks, his eyes dark with wicked lust. He presses his lips down against the soft skin of your neck, baring his teeth and grazing them threateningly over your mating gland. He traces your jagged mark with his tongue, and your head falls in submission as your body begins to buzz with an innate need to obey him.
“Put it on, omega.” Steve says quietly against your skin, a threatening edge to his tone as he continues playing with your nipple, “Don’t make me ask you again.”
You stand in front of him fifteen minutes later, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The lingerie feels soft against your bare skin, but also tight as it pushes up and accentuates your curves. Your butt is practically on complete display, with the bunny tail nestled against your tailbone. The fluffy bunny ears are crookedly attached to your hair (you couldn’t get them straight) and your bare feet tap nervously against the carpet. (Steve always insisted you leave your feet bare – no socks or anything around the house ever).
“Fuck.” His jaw tenses as he looks you up and down, lust-blown navy eyes drinking in your curves as his hand meanders down to his crotch. “You look so hot, baby. Like a slutty little bunny. Keep your hands down to your sides.”
You sigh, lowering your arms from where you’d instinctively pulled them up to cover your chest. Steve’s gaze looks like he’s about to eat you up, with the way he’s staring at you. But what exactly does he see? Because when you’d glanced at yourself in the bathroom mirror before stepping out to show him, all you’d seen was an extremely insecure girl who looked very uncomfortable and kind of silly.
“Turn around for daddy, omega. Slowly, so I can see you.”
You do as he says, turning slowly. And you hear a sharp intake of breath behind you, followed by the sound of his zipper.
“Goddamn that little fucking bunny tail. Fuck, baby, you have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“Th-Thank you– OW!”
Steve smacks your ass hard, and you stumble forward. You’re about to fall but he grabs your arm and yanks you back till you’re standing between his legs. You breathe hard as you brace yourself, your back still facing him. His large hand lands on your ass again, stroking the soft, bare flesh while you quiver under his touch, waiting for the blow.
“You have such a cute little ass, baby. Even cuter with your little bunny tail poking out.” Steve murmurs, his voice thick with lust as he grabs a handful of your ass and gives it a jiggle. “Fuck, this cute little bunny butt is just begging for a slap, huh?”
He slaps your ass again, the harsh sound echoing off the walls as you whimper, held captive by his tight grip.
“C’mon, omega. Tell me to slap your cute bunny butt again. I know you like it.” He chuckles darkly, stroking your sore ass and jiggling it lewdly like it’s a toy for his own amusement. “And say it just like that, say you want daddy to slap your cute little bunny butt.”
You scrunch your eyes shut, glad that you’re facing away from him and he can’t see how mortified you look. But of course, his dirty talk and babying has your slick beginning to drip down to your thighs – the G-string doing nothing to stop it.
“Daddy, p-please slap my cute little bunny butt.” You mumble, thinking about how you’d absolutely die if anyone else saw you like this or heard what you were saying.
Steve moans, giving your ass another firm slap, “That’s a good fucking girl, doing exactly what you’re told just like you always do. You’re a submissive little baby bunny omega aren’t you?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“And by the looks of it, you’re also a horny little bunny. Can’t help but get wet from a spanking, can you, omega?” Steve smirks, yanking you back into his lap and immediately pressing his big palm squarely against your mound. The thin triangle of lacy fabric barely conceals anything, and the string part of your panties is completely soaked through with your juices. “God, you’re so fucking slutty, baby. I wish the guys could see this.”
Your head jerks up in alarm, “N-No!”
SMACK.
His hand draws back and lands a harsh slap on squarely on your pussy. The wet sound resonates across the room and you gasp as jolts of pleasure spark up your body. You can feel your bundle of nerves tingling at the contact and you whimper and grab his muscular forearm hard.
“Don’t forget your manners, dumb bunny.” Steve flicks your already crooked bunny ears and chuckles darkly, “You can never say no to your alpha. And anyways, I think the guys should see you like this. It’d remind them how they could never have an innocent little bunny omega like you because you’re mine, and all their girls are dumb whores. But not you.”
He dips his head down to capture your lips in a kiss, grabbing your hand in his and squeezing it as he kisses you. And oh, you wish he’d kiss you forever! As depraved as his words and actions are, his kisses are still so passionate, so deep, so wonderful! You sigh and melt into him, enthusiastically kissing him back, trying desperately to get closer to him without making it to obvious. His scent is rich and potent, and you know he’s very turned on as the two of you desperately rut against each other.
“You’re leaking on my jeans, baby omega.” Steve pulls away and laughs, grabbing your hair and not-so-gently pushing your head down to look. Your eyes widen at the sizeable wet spot on his jeans under where you’re sitting.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Steve, I didn’t mean to–”
“Shhh, you’re just a baby bunny, you can’t help having accidents, can you?” Steve says, patting your cheek before pulling it condescendingly. “Tell daddy how baby bunny omegas like you enjoy wetting yourselves all over daddy.”
He seemed to really be into this whole bunny thing – despite the fact that you still felt extremely uncomfortable and silly in the outfit. But Steve looked feral and incensed. He was playing with you on his lap right now like how a predator plays with its prey before devouring it. But you knew you’d be devoured soon, and you knew the animal inside him would take over any second, making him rough and unforgiving as he often got when he was feral and turned on beyond belief.
“B-But I haven’t wet myself like that.” You can’t help but say shyly, because he was acting like it was… the other kind of wet. And you’d never do that. Your juices staining his jeans was mortifying enough for you, but peeing on him? Oh god… You’d bury your head in the ground right then and there.
Steve tickles your side playfully, holding you flush against him when you squirm. And then his eyes take on an entirely new type of glint, and he presses your back to his chest, his hand which was resting on your pussy slipping up to press against your bladder.
“I could make you wet yourself for real, you know.” He says slyly, giving your bladder another hard press while you freeze in fear, looking up at him with wide eyes. He wouldn’t…
He seems to read your thoughts as he snickers, “I mean, imagine what everyone would say if they found out? My cute little baby omega wetting herself and ruining the cute bunny outfit daddy gifted you. Bet you’d be so humiliated, huh?”
He groans at the thought, grinding your body down on his hard, clothed dick as he presses against your bladder again. You whimper, softly begging him to stop but he’s too turned on to even hear you. But even if he had heard you, you don’t think he would’ve listened. All you can do is silently pray that he doesn’t follow through with his depraved ideas.
Steve’s lips press soft kisses down the nape of your neck while he fondles and explores your body. He can’t seem to get enough of the lingerie you have on, tugging your panties and snapping your bra strap against your shoulder blade, laughing cruelly when you yelp. He tugs at the fluffy tail attached to your G-string, all the while making out with you like he’s been starved of touch and contact all day.
Not that you’re complaining.
“Don’t worry, baby omega. We’ll save that for another day.” Steve assures you, giving your bladder one last press and savouring it as he watches you squirm in his lap. “Maybe when we’re in more of a public setting, hm? There’s a party at Ransom’s house tomorrow night, it would be cute to see you piss yourself on my lap in the middle of a crowded room with all my friends watching, huh?”
You don’t answer, instead just looking up at him with a pleading expression, which your alpha ignores as his gaze shifts elsewhere and he grows distracted.
“Fuck, I see you got that pedicure I asked you to get, hm, omega?” Without warning, he manoeuvres you sideways on his lap and grabs your ankle, hoisting your foot up. Your toes gleam with fresh white polish – you’d just gotten them done this morning after Steve had sent you the money and specially requested it. The anklet he gave you (the one which spells his name out) also gleams in the light, making your alpha grin.
“Y-Yeah,” you answer, eager to change the subject. “The pedicurist said that white is the most popular colour to get.”
“It looks fucking hot.” Steve says, yanking your foot up further and pressing a kiss on each of your toes while you gape at him. He did seem to have a fixation with your feet, always grabbing them and massaging them whenever the two of you were together — during sex and even just casually.
You remember once, Steve had called you to sit with him while he watched TV downstairs. And to your absolute chagrin, Bucky and Sam had been there as well. But that hadn’t stopped Steve from grabbing your bare feet and holding them in his lap, massaging and caressing them till you started feeling all tingly and embarrassed. He’d even kissed your toes then, how he was doing now, and you really hoped Bucky and Sam hadn’t seen that. But Steve had soon pulled you into the bathroom to fuck you, clearly having worked himself up by touching your feet.
You’re jolted back into the present when you feel his lips part, and he sucks on your toe sensually, all the while keeping eye contact with you. Oh my… he’d never done that before! You don’t know how to feel about it, but your body makes that decision for you when your pussy throbs and you clench.
“I see you getting wetter, baby.” Steve releases your toe with a pop and shoots you a smirk, “Little baby omega getting turned on by her daddy sucking her toes, just like last time.”
Last time? But you have no time mull over what that means before Steve is manhandling you onto the bed. It takes him two seconds flat till he’s leisurely lying down on his bed, his back propped up against a bunch of pillows. His fingers grip your hips as he holds you in place on top of him.
“Take daddy’s dick out, dumb baby bunny.” Steve orders you, tugging the fluffy tail on your G-string again.
You do as he says, feral desires overtaking your entire being when your hand comes into contact with his cock. He’s hard as a rock and thick as a soda can, your fingers don’t even wrap all the way around him. And he’s so hot and pulsating, so angry and red as you take his fat dick out of his pants.
“Fuck yeah,” Steve hisses, watching your every move as you hold his dick in your hand. “Look at you, such a little fucking baby, staring at my big daddy dick like you don’t know what to do with it. Like you’re a stupid, innocent little baby bunny who’s never seen her alpha’s cock before. Fuck, baby, jack me off.”
You bite your lip, the feral omega inside you taking over as you begin to stroke your hand up and down his thick length. He feels like a steel rod underneath you, and his blue eyes are sharp as they watch your every move.
“Uh…Is this…is this okay, daddy?” You ask.
“God, you’re so fucking innocent, omega. You’d think you wouldn’t be such a fucking baby… You know, since you’ve been taking my dick up your little baby pussy daily for the past month.” He exhales, blowing a tuft of his blonde hair out of his face as he laughs at you. “Spit on daddy’s dick, dumb bunny. And go faster.”
Your senses are buzzing with this feral need to please your alpha. Your mind is clouded in lust and the desire to be submissive for him. It’s encoded in your DNA, and you can’t help but do exactly what he says. Spitting down on his dick, you smear your saliva up and down his length as you pump harder. Wanting nothing more than to make him cum, give alpha the pleasure he deserves because he takes care of you so good, and he’s in charge, and you’ll do whatever he says, and –
“Don’t think I can’t feel your little bunny cunt rubbing up on my leg, omega.” Steve’s voice is thick with lust as he grabs your wrist, taking control of the pace at which you’re jacking him off. You yelp, unknowing your hips have begun grinding down against the deliciously rough material of his jeans.
“S-Sorry,” you squeak, only for your alpha to grab you by the back of your neck and drag your lips to his, capturing them in a heady kiss. His teeth bite at your lower lip, almost drawing blood with the carnal way he’s making out with you. But you can’t help but kiss him back with equal vigour, whining when he pulls away and snickers in your face.
“You know what baby bunny omegas do best, right?” He asks you softly against your lips.
“Wh-What?”
“They bounce on their alpha’s dicks.” Steve answers, giving your ass a lewd squeeze and jiggle. “Can you do that for me, baby omega?”
“Yes, daddy.” You scramble to obey him, turned on so beyond belief that your cream is dripping freely down your thighs, and Steve’s nose twitches as he smells your desire. You reach down to tug your panties off, only for him to slap your hand away.
“Keep those on, baby.” He says darkly, “How’re you gonna be my baby bunny if you lose your sexy little tail, huh?”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know…”
“Turn around for me, omega. Daddy wants to see your sexy tail and your cute little ass bounce. Do it now, before you go completely dumb when my cock splits your baby pussy in half.”
You try to obey him but prove to be too slow, your limbs already feeling shaky and like jelly because of how turned on you are. You can feel your clit throbbing, all puffy and swollen and neglected. Steve huffs impatiently, grabbing your hips and manhandling you till your back is facing him.
In one swift motion, he tugs your G-string aside and sits you down on his dick.
“OH FUCK!” You cry out at the burning pain. You’re so wet but taking his larger than average dick is always a struggle to get used to. Your insides feel stretched out by his inhumane length, and Steve wastes no time in grinding you down on him till he’s stuffed his huge dick all the way inside you, and you can practically feel him in your womb because of how deep he is.
“Bounce, baby bunny.” Steve whispers, grabbing a handful of your fluffy tail and giving it a tug, his other palm colliding with your ass cheek and making you jump. “And make sure to shake your ass on my dick, omega. I know how shy you can be, but you’re a fucking freak in the sheets so don’t make me ask you twice.”
What follows is extremely depraved. You lose yourself in your desire and submission to him, doing every single thing he asks you to do. Fuelled by his praise and his pleasure, you rut back against him, grinding down on his thick dick as it tears up your insides. Bouncing up and down to the best of you r ability, while Steve slaps your ass over and over again, calling you a horny little bunny who can’t help but ride her daddy.
“Good baby,” Steve praises, grabbing a handful of your ass and you know he’s got his eyes trained on where you two meet, his dick sinking in and out of you. “You’re making daddy feel so good, omega. I wish the guys could see you now, dressed up like a slutty bunny and servicing your daddy like the good omega you are. You like making me feel good, don’t you?”
“Y-Yeah – oh, oh my!” you whimper at how deep he is, how the tip of his dick is hitting that special spot inside you so deliciously. How it hurts because he’s so big but it’s a good kind of hurt, a good kind of stretch that makes you desperate for more. Desperate for him to fuck you, and not just have you service him by bouncing on his dick. You need him to take control. “D-Daddy, please!”
“Getting tired already?” Steve mocks, yanking your hair to make you look back at him. You pant and nod helplessly, hoping to gain his sympathy as your muscles begin to ache from bouncing up and down on his thick dick. But he only laughs, pulling your cheek condescendingly, “You gotta tell me what you want, baby bunny. You want daddy to take control and fuck you like a little bunny omega in heat? Like I always do?”
“Y-Yeah!”
SMACK.
“Then use your fucking words, omega.”
“Please, daddy! P-Please fuck me, okay? N-Need you to do it, daddy, please, please, please!” You cry, all dignity flying out the window as you grow desperate, your hands making grabby motions as you needily try to clutch at your alpha. But again, he just smirks and bats you away, giving your ass another hefty smack that leaves you howling.
“Fine. I guess daddy will have to fuck you on your hands and knees like a dumb breeding bunny bitch, and pump you full of my babies, huh, omega?”
His filthy words only turn you on further, and true to his word, Steve has you on your hands and knees in the next few moments. And that’s when he truly goes into jackhammer mode, the only thing keeping you from collapsing underneath him is his arm around your stomach. His other hand grips your hip tightly as he fucks into you like only he ever could. His hips a blur and the steady smacking sound mixed with your cries of pleasure and his name the only sounds bouncing together around the room.
“Goddamit, omega, how the fuck are you still so tight, huh? After I’ve ripped you apart more times then your dumb bunny brain could count.” Steve slaps your ass one, two, three times in quick succession. “Tell me you’re a dumb little bunny who only thinks about getting fucked.”
“ ‘m a dumb – little – bunny – oh, oh daddy! Oh my god!” Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head when you feel his thumb rubbing your clit. You lose your train of thought completely, going limp in his arms as he fucks you like you’re his little rag doll, his little fucktoy. Like you’re just a hole for your alpha to use and abuse.
The coil inside you breaks, and you cum hard. Waves of hot pleasure searing through your body, your pussy clenching and clenching, milking his big dick as he continues to rut into you. Your walls pulsate around him and he lets out a string of profanity, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them hard.
“Stupid little bunny, you just couldn’t hold it in, could you? Fuck!” Steve swears, clutching your butt so hard you know it’ll leave a bunch of bruises. But that’s the last thing you’re thinking about now as you ride through the immeasurable pleasure of your orgasm, and Steve continues to fuck you through it. “Goddamn this tight baby bunny pussy. Fuck, baby, daddy’s gotta keep fucking you. I don’t care if you’re done, baby. Gotta get you pregnant tonight.”
Steve’s insatiable the whole night, fucking you in every position possible. Till your pretty lace bra is torn to shreds by the feral hands of your alpha, and bruises litter your body, and you’re panting and out of breath and covered in your slick and sweat. But Steve is incensed, flicking your bunny tail and growing hard as he comes back for round two, three, four, five – his stamina never ending.
“Gonna knock you the fuck up, baby bunny.” Steve murmurs in your ear, holding you up because you’ve all but passed out from the different ways you’ve been fucked tonight. Your G-string somehow still remains on your body, despite the fact that everything else has been ripped off or broken. “Think you can put this sexy little bunny get-up on for me and not expect daddy to get you pregnant? Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. You’re so fucking sexy and you’re killing me.”
By the end of it, your limbs burn with soreness, and you lie flat on the bed, breathing hard and fucked out into a stupor. Steve, finally giving you a reprieve, jacks off his still half-hard dick (he’d pumped you full of his load three times tonight) while playing with your fluffy bunny tail and your ass, fondling it and smacking it and squeezing it like it was his toy. You even feel his teeth graze against your butt cheek, but you’re sapped of all energy. All you can do is lie there and take it, your poor hole abused and leaking his cum onto the bedsheets.
“You make a sexy little bunny, omega.” Steve tells you, one hand still playing with your fluffy tail while the other meanders down between your legs to swirl his leaking cum around your raw pussy. You whine softly because it hurts, but your alpha pays no heed, shushing you by feeding you his cum.
“I think I���ll dress you up as a bunny when we go to Ransom’s party tomorrow.” Steve muses, stroking your ass sensually. “That way, everyone can see all the new tricks daddy taught you tonight.”
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AHHHH THE END! 
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Tangled up with you all night
Pairing: Ari Levinson x escort!Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Your favorite client has a surprise for you on Valentine's Day.
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Warnings: AU, voyeurism, threesome, oral (f + m receiving), m masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, anal, 18+
Word count: ~3,500
A/n: This is my first time writing more than one character in the same fic, so I hope it's readable!!! I enjoyed writing this a lot and I'm excited about it and I hate saying that cause I fear I'll jinx it and it'll flop, but I really hope you enjoy it if you give it a chance 🥹💝 Happy Valentine's Day!
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You’re no stranger to the dimly lit, quiet hallway. The walls have echoed the sound of your heels against the tile floor back to you countless times. Instructions are always the same – Let yourself in, the door is unlocked. 
Your first time here was terrifying. It was one of your first jobs and you were naive back then. Who knew there were guys so desperate for your company that they would trust you enough to just walk into their penthouses. 
You remember your hand shaking as you took a deep breath and reached for the door. It’s funny now because it couldn’t be any more different than how you confidently stride in tonight. 
Since then, this guy – Ari – has become one of your regulars. Despite what you were there for that first night, he had a way of making you feel comfortable instantly, which certainly isn’t always the case. 
“You couldn’t get anyone else to keep you company on Valentine’s Day?” Your quip carries as you walk in. The sound of ice falling into a few glasses tells you he’s behind his bar, so you follow it. “Had to settle for me?” 
“It was you or no one.” He winks as he tops off your drink, always sure to have your favorite ready for you. “You know that by now, sweetheart.”
He’s told you time and time again that you’re the only reason he keeps the agency’s business card on hand. But you’ve convinced yourself that he tells all the girls that… In an attempt to not get attached. He makes it damn hard not to though.
Taking the drink from his reached out hand, you roll your eyes. That’s when they land on another man walking into the room. 
“Oh–” You’re mid sip when you pull your glass away from your mouth, licking the small amount of alcohol off your lips. A switch flips and your professional persona is back on – Standing up straight with an innocent smile on your face. “I wasn’t expecting…”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Ari’s mouth. “Surprise.” 
It’s clear to you where this is going, but you know men are simple creatures – They like when you play dumb. So you cock your head slightly, feigning confusion. 
“This is Steve.” 
You take in the sight of him – Tall, built, sleeves rolled up showing his to-die-for forearms. It’s your lucky day, you think to yourself. What are the chances of two attractive guys spending their Valentine’s Day with you? 
You snap yourself out of ogling him, finally speaking to him. “Just ‘Steve’?” 
You’re used to no last names, but it’s fun to tease them about it. 
“For now,” he nods, mirroring your smile. 
“Then hi, Steve,” you nod, holding out your hand to shake his. 
It's his turn to let his eyes wander, but he's respectful about it, not letting his gaze linger for an uncomfortable amount of time. His eyes reach yours again and he lets go of your hand. 
He shakes his head as if he's speechless for a moment. “Even more beautiful in person.”
“A smooth talker like Ari, huh?” You giggle. 
Ari hands your drink back to you. 
You flash him a smile, not dropping the innocent act yet. “Is your friend, Steve, staying?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” Ari sees right through it. “Why don't you go get ready for us? He brought a gift for you, you gotta try it on.” 
Who are you to deny a gift? You let Ari walk you toward his bedroom door so he can have just a second alone with you. 
“As long as it's okay with you…” His voice is low and genuine. He may pay to have sex with you, but he's still a gentleman. “I thought it would be fun to try something new, but you know I never want you to do anything you don't want to–”
“It's fine,” you chuckle, bringing a hand up to pat his cheek. “I promise it's fine. He better be as good as you though.” 
With a teasing look, you open the door to step into his room and shut it again behind you before he can say fuck it and follow you in.
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His bedroom is cozy. You've always thought that. He keeps it dark, allowing the glow from the city lights outside to illuminate it just enough – Just enough for the unspeakable things you ever do in here anyway. 
Your eyes drift from the windows to the bed where there's a small box with a bow tied around it. There's a tag and it's addressed to you from Steve. 
You would never ask any of these guys to their faces, but you always wonder if they know that gifts that aren't lingerie exist. Or even just different looking gift boxes to throw you off every once in a while. 
Carefully removing the bow, you open the box. You can tell by the neatly folded lace and mesh that it’s a babydoll set. Matching red panties fall from underneath the top as you hold it up to take a look.
The lace detailing across your chest leaves little to the imagination as you look at yourself in the mirror once you have it on. 
As if the two men in the other room can sense that you're ready, they walk in right as you're sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for them. 
“Hot damn,” Ari whistles when his eyes fall on you. 
So far, you can tell Steve is more reserved. He settles for a—not quite silent—but a whispered wow as he pulls the door closed behind him.
“Thanks for the gift, Steve.” 
You flash him a soft smile and bat your eyelashes, leaning back to subtly push your chest forward. It works every time. His eyes noticeably linger there before making their way back up to yours. 
Ari senses the tension between the two of you. You catch the smirk on his face—as if he’s a proud matchmaker—as he takes a few more steps to get close to you. 
The brush of his fingers against your cheek gets you to look up at him. 
“Why don’t we let you and Steve get acquainted first, hm?”
Nodding, you glance at Steve and he’s looking back at you for your approval. 
The wave of your hand tells him to come closer and Ari steps back to take a seat on the sofa that faces the bed so he can watch the two of you. 
“Sit,” you tell Steve, letting him switch places with you. 
You do a slow twirl in front of him, showing off the set he got you, sure to move just enough so the hem of the top flows up, revealing the pretty bottoms underneath.
“Does it look as good on me as you hoped it would?” He bites his lip, admiring the way it hugs your body. You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to touch you, so you lean forward to whisper in his ear, “You can touch me.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. His hands go for your hips, finger tips pressing into your skin as he pulls you to straddle his lap. 
“It looks beautiful.” His fingers trace some of the lace. “Pretty sure you would make anything look good though.”
“There you go with the smooth talking again,” you laugh. “What do you want me to call you?” Your hands come up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Just your name? Sir… Maybe daddy?”
You suppress your smile when you swear you feel his cock twitch beneath you. 
“What do you call Ari?” He asks, glancing over at his friend. 
Before he can answer, you put your hand on Steve’s cheek to get his eyes back on you. 
“He just has me call him Ari because he’s boring,” you joke. “I make fun of him all the time for it.”
“Got it,” he chuckles. “My name is fine too.” 
“Yawn,” you sigh, pulling his shirt off of him and tossing it to the floor. 
He raises an eyebrow at you. “What do I call you?”
“Whatever you want,” you smirk. 
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Steve’s quick to once again switch places with you, laying you at the edge of the bed so he can kneel between your legs. 
Holding yourself up on your elbows, your head rolls back when he begins placing soft kisses along your inner thighs. He grins to himself, noticing the chill bumps that follow his touch as he caresses your legs. 
He pulls away slightly to get your attention and looks up at you. “May I?”
His fingers hook on the waistband of your panties and you think he’s asking if he can take them off of you. So you nod, but he’s impatient, settling on just pulling them to the side instead.
He shakes his head seeing how wet you are for him already. “Gorgeous.”
A guttural groan falls from his lips before his mouth is on your pussy. 
“Oh–” You gasp, letting your head fall back again. “God, Steve.” 
You usually have to put on a show during sessions, but never with Ari, and not with this Steve guy either. Your moans and the arch of your back is genuine as he skillfully devours your pussy. 
His tongue on your clit has your breaths becoming more shallow already. Lifting your head back up, you reach a hand down to run your fingers through his hair and give yourself leverage as you roll your hips against his face. 
He chuckles and the vibrations from his voice have your eyes falling shut. With a few more strokes of his tongue along your slit, he slowly eases off, back to pressing a few last kisses to your thighs. 
You let out a frustrated sigh. It felt too good for him to stop. He must have gotten a run down of the rules from Ari, you think to yourself. He knew not to let you come yet. 
He untangles your fingers from his hair and holds your hand to pull you back up so you’re sitting in front of him. You let your lips meet his in a slow kiss, tasting yourself on him. 
Ari clears his throat, reminding you both that he’s there. He’s rid himself of his clothes as he watched Steve warm you up. 
“Send her over here,” he says from his spot on the sofa. 
Steve breaks the kiss and gets out of the way so you can stand up. Your few steps toward Ari are done on shaky legs, practically falling into his lap once you get to him. But he stops you, holding his hands on your hips. 
“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head. “Face Steve.” 
He helps you turn to face away from him, quickly helps you remove your panties, and guides you to sit back with your knees on either side of his thighs. 
You reach down to stroke his cock a few times. He’s hard already from watching you and Steve. 
Both of you moan out in unison as you sink down onto him. You have enough sex where you’d think it would be easy by now, but something about Ari is different. The way his cock stretches you open proves to be painful every time, but it’s a welcome pain, a pain that you crave when you’re not with him. 
“Missed this, didn’t you?” He teases. All you can do is nod pathetically. “I know you always do.” 
He helps you roll your hips, taking his cock as deep as you can. His hand slipping down, allowing his fingers to play with your clit, makes you cry out. 
He knows what he’s doing. You won’t be able to hold back much longer. And he doesn't want you to. 
“You getting shy on me?” He whispers, kissing your shoulder when you become quiet, focused on not coming yet. 
You groan, legs beginning to quiver. “You know I’m not supposed to come until you have.” 
He doesn’t let up. “Who’s gonna know?”
Your gaze shoots toward his friend on the bed who’s stroking his cock as he watches Ari fuck you. 
“Him? You can trust him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here.”
Your eyes clench shut as you continue to ward off your orgasm. 
“You don’t mind if she comes before us, do you?” He asks Steve. 
“God no,” he moans, keeping his eyes on the way your cunt swallows Ari’s cock. “She can come as much as she wants for all I care.”
“You heard him,” Ari whispers in your ear. His fingers press harder against your swollen clit. “Come for us, princess.”
“Ah–” Your body betrays you, easily giving in to them. 
The eruption of pleasure renders you numb, Ari having to take over to prolong your high. 
“Good fuckin’ girl.” 
Maybe he is just that strong, but it must be part adrenaline too, the way he manhandles you, keeping you bouncing on his cock when you don’t feel like you have control over your body to keep moving yourself. 
“Ari!” You cry out, unable to take anymore. You can lift up just enough to let him slip out of you. “Fuck.”
Your chest heaves as you take a few shuddering breaths. He laughs a little, but you’re too in a daze to even notice. He keeps his hands on you as support while you turn to sit beside him with your legs over his and your head against his shoulder. 
“I’ll have to start paying you at this point,” you joke. 
“Nonsense…” His hand caressing your thigh moves slowly, nestling between your legs to part them, and you don’t know if his careful movement is out of consideration of the fact he just gave you a numbing orgasm that your body is still recovering from, or if he’s doing it to tease you and keep you a mess for him. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, remember?”
Your head falls back, lips parting in a silent moan when his fingers brush against your used cunt. 
“Oh, sorry.” He frowns at you, voice laced with fake sympathy. “Are you sensitive?”
“Fuck you,” you laugh, hiding your face against his neck when it turns into a whimper. 
When he lets up, you can’t help the quiet sigh of relief that escapes you. 
“Why don’t you get on your knees for me now?”
“What about Steve?” You ask, giving him a wink before looking back to Ari with a pout.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles. “Gonna let him have his turn fucking you?”
His hand slapping your cunt elicits a gasp from you.
All you can do is shake your head. You’re not used to being with two guys. Usually a blow job would mean a break for your poor pussy, but not tonight. 
He leans to whisper closer to your ear, “What if we let him have your ass instead then, hm?”
“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “You’re the only one I let do that.”
“Only me?” An amused smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t know that. “You fuck all these men and only I’ve had this pretty ass?”
You just shrug. A wave of heat washes over your skin. 
“I knew I was your favorite,” he teases. “You can trust him though. I’ll make sure he’s gentle.”
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“Here,” Ari says, handing Steve a bottle of lube. 
You impatiently reach for Ari’s hand to pull him onto the bed with you. 
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He chuckles at the desperation, giving in to you easily. “Trust me.”
Your eyes are fixated on his hard cock as he sits in front of you, legs spread to accommodate the position you’re in on your hands and knees. Lowering your head to take him in your mouth, he stops you with a hand resting on your cheek. 
“Not yet.” 
He waits for your eyes to meet his so he knows you’re listening, and you give him a nod. 
Steve’s behind you proving your earlier assumption about him being more reserved. His hands roam your hips and your ass, reacquainting you with his touch while you grow desperate for more. You swear any other guy would damn near be coming by now instead of making you wait for it. 
A frustrated groan is at the tip of your tongue and Ari can sense it. 
“Slap her,” he tells Steve. “She likes that.”
Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the strike of his palm against your ass. And another slap elicits a soft moan from you. 
Ari doesn’t let you look away from him as Steve gets more comfortable with you, finally dripping some lube to rub against your tight hole. 
“That feel alright?” He asks, teasing you with his thumb. 
You sigh. “Yes.”
Since you can't look back, you cast your pleading eyes at Ari. 
“Oh–” You whimper, feeling him press his finger deeper. “Please.”
“Please what?” Ari can't suppress his smile. He loves fucking with you. “Tell us.”
“I…” I don’t know, you want to choke out. “Need both of you!”
“There you go,” he coos, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he looks at Steve behind you. “Give it to her.”
Steve strokes his cock a few times before pressing the head of it against your tense hole. You suck in a breath at the feeling and he gently pats your lower back. 
“Breathe, darling.”
Ari drops his hand from your face as you let out the breath and you take that as your cue to finally touch him. 
You move your hand, resting it on his thigh. Your fingertips press against his skin as Steve pushes his cock deeper into you. 
“Oh, wow.” Your jaw trembles, dropping open in a broken moan. “That feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groans. 
You pull it together to run your hand up Ari’s thigh, reaching to wrap your fingers around his cock, but he puts a hand on your wrist, halting you. 
“No hands,” he tells you. “Just that pretty mouth.”
“Why?” You have enough sense yet to poke fun at him. “You’ll come too fast?”
He scoffs, shaking his head at you, but he can’t help but smile. 
“Harder, Steve.” He presses his hand against the back of your head to bring you down to his cock and you more-than-willingly open your mouth for him. “She can clearly take it if she’s still talking to us like that.”
“Shit, I know she can,” he pants. You moan around Ari’s dick as you push your hips back against Steve. “She’s fucking back against me she’s so desperate for it.”
“Christ.” 
Ari’s head falls back. The room echoes with pleasure-filled sounds from all three of you. He keeps his hand on you as your head moves up and down, stilling you even when he feels you gag on him. 
“Rub your clit, baby. Come for us again.”
You’re determined for them to let go before you this time. You listen to Ari, slipping your hand beneath you to play with your clit as Steve fucks you harder.
Not that you need to fake your pleasure with them, but you do play it up a little bit with some louder moans, letting the hum of your voice bring Ari over the edge. 
“Fuck yes,” he groans, cock twitching as his release spills against your tongue. You gently ease off of him as you swallow what you can. He swears he could lose it again when you drop your face to lick up the rest of the mess that drips down his length and onto his skin. “There you go.”
You don’t miss a beat of continuing to tease your sensitive clit. The trembling of your legs has you clenching around Steve’s cock to keep yourself from coming yet. But as soon as you feel his hips stutter and his grip on your waist tighten to keep you in place, you let go. Your pleasure draws his out and your movements are sloppy, but you push your hips back against him again until he can’t take it anymore, reluctantly pulling out of you. 
You can’t hold in the whine you let out when you lose the feeling of being full of him. It felt too good, but they don’t keep their hands off of you long enough for you to beg for more. 
Ari knows you won’t be able to move on your own, so he helps you turn over to sit with your back against him as he holds your legs back for Steve to get between them and clean up the mess he and you made. 
“You’re a fucking dream,” he laughs, pressing kisses against your neck. 
Between the feeling of his lips and the occasional nips against your sensitive skin and the feeling of Steve taking his time, lapping at your pussy, residual jolts of pleasure course through your body. 
“You can–” You’re cut off by your own quiet moan. “Damn– Bring the rest of your friends if they’re all this good.”
You feel his smirk and you know his words are a promise. “I’ll remember that.”
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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months
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Could you do an imagine with Steve rogers and yn where he takes her virginity smooth talk to her into it and she comes to shield quarters to drop off some stuff he left over and she over hears him talking to tony,Buck & the avengers a both the bet they made that Steve couldn’t f*ck yn and she gets heartbroken and uses her superpowers to fight against Steve when she barges in. Like throw him into a wall. I hope you get my concept (btw yn has powers also & she’s new to the shield inc as an avenger)
Betrayed
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PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 2.7K
SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the Avengers, and Steve takes on a bet behind your back that he wouldn't be able to take your virginity. When you find out about the bet a few weeks later, you lose it and your superpowers rise to their full potential.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Steve being an asshole, swearing, smut [ loss of virginity, fingering, protected sex, massage turned to sex, light spanking ]
A/N | Hi nonnie, thank you so much for my very first request, I hope this is what you were looking for when you thought of the prompt! After all the love and many people requesting a part 2, I finally caved and you can find that right here! 🖤
Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜
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It has been a dream of yours ever since being recruited by SHIELD as an agent, to climb the ranks to becoming part of the Avengers. That dream finally became a reality and you were ecstatic when you found out you were accepted into the Avengers program. Right from the start all of the Avengers welcomed you with open arms, and you felt at home immediately, maybe a bit too much if you look back at it. During one of Tony's afterparties, you accidentally let it slip that you're still a virgin and that you wish you weren't anymore. There are some strange looks shared between some of the guys at your confession, but you decided to let it go at that time. Right now, however, you wish you hadn't.
After you went to bed that night, some of the guys got into a heated discussion about the fact that you're a virgin, and they all wanted to help you out. You know you're quite attractive - nothing over the top, but you take good care of yourself and it shows - so the fact that they all wanted to sleep with you wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that it was Steve who offered to do it first, did surprise every single one of the guys. ''No way you're taking her virginity, Cap. You have the sex appeal of a piece of grass,'' Clint remarked, which earned him a glare that wasn't all that nice. ''I think we should make a bet,'' Steve said, a mischievous look in his eyes.
''I want to make a bet if I can do it or not. If I win, I won't have to go on missions for a month. If you guys win, I will take one mission of your hands of your choice, each,'' Steve offered and they immediately agreed to these terms. And that is how Steve tried to talk you into his bed, which took more effort than he had anticipated, you weren't as easy as you made yourself sound that night. It took him a little over 5 months, but eventually, his hard work and patience paid off, for him at least.
~ 5 months later ~
You just went on a gruesome mission with all of the Avengers, and it was already late so instead of flying home now, all of you went to a hotel and spend the night. You had been incredibly frustrated for a while, and this mission was too much at this point. The mission ended up being successful, but Steve was being an asshole towards you the entire time, all to get under your skin for his gain, with the bet still in his mind. All the other Avengers quickly teamed up with the rooms, so your only option was to share a room with Steve, and you weren't happy with that. In the slightest.
''Guys, can any one of you please switch with me? I can't look at his face right now and I want to smack that smug grin of his fucking face,'' you say through gritted teeth, but they aren't helping one bit. ''Sorry doll, we always have the same sleeping arrangements and Steve usually sleeps alone, so you don't have a choice,'' Bucky said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ''You guys are unbelievable,'' you said and you opened the door to your shared bedroom, rushing in to get away from all of them.
''Don't mind them,'' Steve said when he followed you and you let yourself fall on your back on the bed. ''Maybe it's a good thing you and I are sharing a bedroom tonight, I had a plan to get both of our frustrations out of our systems,'' Steve said with an innocent look in his eyes. ''You do...?'' you ask him, unsure where he's going with this. ''Yeah, I find that a massage works well, get someone to rub all my frustrations away. I brought some massage oil that I could use on you if you want,'' he offered, and you were thinking about it. ''I'm gonna take a shower first though, I don't want to be disgusting when you massage me,'' you said.
When you were in the shower, Steve texted the guys' group chat that his plan would work, you agreed to a massage and he would most definitely be able to turn it around so he could fuck your brains out later that night. When you came back from your shower, you put your hair in a claw clip so it would be out of the way, and you noticed Steve already prepared his bed to be used as the massage 'table'. ''Please, lay down without the towel so I can reach your entire back with ease,'' he said with a small grin on his face, but you did it. You needed a way to get this frustration out of your body, and it was worth a shot. ''Lay down for me, baby,'' he said and you didn't even think twice about the nickname he gave you.
You did as he said and made yourself comfortable. ''No towel baby, that was it's easier for me to reach everywhere,'' Steve said and because you're lying on your stomach, you can't see the smug look he has on his face. He took the towel away and softly gasped at the sight of you, you were even more beautiful than he thought you'd be and he was very happy he got to do this. He put a little bit of the massage oil on your back and his hands before he started, rubbing it all over your shoulders and back first, just grazing your cheeks when he's rubbing it over your lower back, teasing you ever so slightly. After it's nice and spread out he starts putting some pressure and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.
''Mmh Steve, feels good,'' you softly moan and he smiles at the way you praise him, happy he can make you feel that good. ''Are you feeling better yet, baby?'' he asked and you nodded, letting out a content sigh. The fact that you're completely naked is long forgotten, you were very comfortable around Steve now with his hands running over your body like that. ''Got some more pressure points in my lower back you could massage,'' you tell him, it's always been a point that's bothering you and now that he was massaging you, it was the perfect timing to get help. ''Like this?'' he said as he put a bit more pressure on your lower back with his palms, moving from your spine outwards and down to your hips. This makes you groan, and in all honesty, a little turned on too.
When he's taken good care of your shoulders and back, he moves on to your calves and thighs. ''Time for these beautiful legs,'' he says as he silently takes off his shirt and pants, they were getting more and more uncomfortable now that he was getting pretty hard from just massaging you. He was standing in his boxer briefs and you didn't notice, completely taken over by pure bliss. He dripped a little oil on both your legs, stopping right beneath your cheeks and he put it to the side, ready for later. He started massaging at your ankles and slowly work his way up to your thighs, giving special attention to the tops, near your ass. His fingers slowly move up and when he's kneading and rubbing your ass, you let out a gasp which turns into a moan.
''S-Steve...'' you say but he quickly cuts you off, ''Shh, it's okay baby, this is normal,'' he says and he starts kneading more roughly, even going as far as landing a slap on both your cheeks at the same time, watching them ripple under his hands. ''Fuck, doing so good for me, baby,'' Steve praised you and you couldn't help but enjoy it, even though you knew in the back of your head it was still wrong. It was at that moment Steve couldn't take it any longer, and his hand wandered down between your thighs, cupping your dripping pussy. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet baby, 'm gonna take good care of you,'' he says as he slowly slides his fingers through your folds, giving special attention to your clit with his middle finger. You moan loudly at the feeling, your ass automatically lifting in the air at the feeling.
''Such a good girl for me right now, letting me take good care of you,'' he praised you and you started clenching around nothing. ''Steve, please,'' you whimpered, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you by now. ''What is it, baby? What do you need from me? Just say it and I'll do it,'' he says, whispering the words in your ear as he pushes your thighs further apart for better access. ''Need you, need your fingers inside me,'' you said shyly and he happily complied, immediately shoving 2 fingers deep inside your dripping entrance without warning. This makes you gasp loudly and grind your hips against his hand. ''How does it feel baby?'' Steve asks with a huge grin on his face while picking up his pace and curling his fingers so he can continue to stimulate your sweet spot.
''G-good, gonna cum,'' you moan as you keep grinding against his fingers. He uses his other hand to play some more with your clit and before you know it, you feel your orgasm wash over you while you moan out his name loudly. ''Yes, let everyone know who's making you feel this good baby,'' he said, knowing full well all the guys could hear what you were doing through the tins walls of the hotel. ''Fuck, feels so good,'' you say as you come down from your high. Steve pulls his fingers softly out of you before turning you over on your back, so he could massage the front of your body. He started with your legs, giving them the same treatment as when he massaged the back of your legs, but avoiding your sensitive pussy this time.
Next up is your stomach, which he drips some oil onto before massaging it deeply, so you let out soft whimpers, especially when his hands' ghost over the underside of your breasts, which were beautifully exposed for his viewing pleasure, your nipples still hard after your first orgasm. ''Those breasts look delicious baby,'' Steve cooed and it made you giggle a little bit before he softly grabbed them and massaged them, giving extra attention to your sensitive nipples. He noticed every single whine, whimper, and moan coming out of you when he played with them, either by rubbing, tugging, or softly flicking them, and he was reveling in the sounds that left your lips.
He finished with your upper chest and neck before leaning down and softly kissing you, which you have been longing for this entire time. He wasn't your first kiss, but he was by far the best you ever had, and you didn't hesitate when he slipped his soft, warm tongue in your mouth to explore every single inch of it. He sat down on the bed and removed his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock, which was laying on your thigh as he took his place between your legs. ''Steve, condom please,'' you said. You were on birth control and this was your first time, but you weren't sure where he had been and didn't want to risk either getting pregnant or an STD, but Steve didn't mind, he always used one anyways.
He grabbed one from the nightstand - thank god he came prepared - and ripped open the foil before rolling it onto his hard length. ''Are you ready baby?'' he asked and you said yes, giving him a soft smile too. ''Need you inside me,'' you said and without a second to think about it, Steve was pushing himself into your entrance, the burning sensation quickly subsiding and making way for pleasure. He is very big and a lot to get used to, but in no time he was buried inside you completely, letting you get used to the sensation as he bent over, stealing soft kisses from your lips. ''Steve, please move,'' you beg softly and he does, going slow at first but slowly picking up the pace, making you moan louder every single time.
Sure, he may be doing this for a bet, but he was still mindful of the fact that this is your very first time, and he did want to give you the pleasure you deserve, and not go too rough at first. ''Steve, harder'' you beg, and with that, he quickly picks up the pace as you wrap your legs around his waist, so he can hit the deepest spots inside you. ''F-fuck, Steve, gonna cum-'' you practically yelled when your orgasm washed over you again, making your vision go temporarily black with the intensity of it, Steve followed quickly after with the chant of your name, and he buries his face in your neck as he spills his cum inside of the condom. ''Fuck, feels so good around me baby, such a good girl for me,'' he says before pulling out. The rest of the night is spent lazily making out and cuddling, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
~ 3 weeks after the mission ~
You and Steve talked about what happened that night and both agreed nothing more would come of it, it was just a one-time thing to get both your frustrations out and you would remain friends. He talked to the guys about it and they all heard, clapping him on his back and saying he won the bet fair and square, so they would pick up his missions for the next month. ''How was it?'' Tony asked and he told them all about the massage and how it felt to be buried balls deep inside you. They were still talking about the bet when you happened to walk into the room since you accidentally left some files in the living room you needed to prepare.
''Good job Steve, you won the bet fair and square, I didn't think you would fuck her but you earned it'' Bucky said as he got up, and immediately you realize they're talking about you. ''What bet are you guys talking about?'' you ask, and all the guys' heads snap in your direction. ''Y/N, hey...'' Steve said, his face becoming bright red. ''Did you guys seriously bet on if he was able to fuck me? You guys are fucking unbelievable,'' you snarled at each of them, but you're the most mad at Steve. ''You're such a dick, Steve, you know that?'' you yelled at him and you felt your powers come out, usually you tried to keep them hidden since they could cause quite a lot of destruction. ''Using me for a fucking bet?!'' is the last thing you said before you lifted Steve off his chair with your mind, using your telekinesis.
You slam him into the wall on the other side of the living room with your full force, making him go through it like the wall was made of a thin sheet of paper. ''Don't ever fuck with me like that again, or he won't be the only one on the receiving end of my powers,'' you say to the rest of the guys, and they quickly scramble away. To make Steve hurt even more, you walked over to him and made him squirm by giving him a head-splitting headache with your mind, as he grabbed his head to stop it. ''Y/N PLEASE STOP!'' he begged you, but you didn't. You want him to hurt just as much as you were. ''Oh no Rogers, you don't get to beg now, you earned everything I'm going to do with you,” Your power got out of hand and when Wanda walked into the living room, she managed to snap you out of it at the right time, if she didn't you would've killed him.
And just like that, your dream of becoming an Avenger is completely shattered.
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Request from @imagine-all-the-fandoms: You have a crush on each other but of course don't talk about it. Then one night you enter the living room all dressed up for a date and buck is totally flashed by you, until you ask for his opinion on it. When he realizes this is for another guy he gets all moody and leaves. Then instead of your date, you head to Bucky's room and decide to finally make a move and kiss him and admit your feelings, which leads to sleeping with him and afterwards lots of cuddles and cute Bucky?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: 18+ angsty feelings, some fluff at the end, reader's relationship with an OC, smut, p in v sex without barrier protection, jealous and possessive behavior from Bucky, very minor injury
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Bucky Barnes was your best friend. Maybe you might not be his. But how exactly does one compete with Steve Rogers? 
Anyway, that was how you felt. Bucky didn't open up to many people, and you felt honored to be included amongst his few trusted individuals. It had been a year ago that you became part of the Avengers initiative. It hadn't taken you long to be accepted as part of the team, become everyone's favorite confidante, in fact.
There was something about you that people trusted, they would open up to you in a way that they didn't to anyone else. Your charms had even managed to weave their magic over one grumpy super soldier. And he was by far your favorite follower.
It had taken a few weeks before he had given in to your spell, finally admitting his love of pancakes to you during one of your midnight snack quests. It was the first piece of personal information he had shared with you and you always remembered it. In fact you'd joined him for a midnight pancake treat on many occasions since that day.
The way you smiled at him lit up his world. Bucky was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He wasn’t the only one. Objectively, people wouldn’t have described you as the most beautiful person or the hottest, but there was something about you that shone, the expressiveness of your eyes, the kindness in your heart and the unknown bounds of your acceptance of others that drew people to you. Your personality was all anyone saw once they spoke to you and it was stunning.
There were times though, when it all became too much for you, listening to people's problems got a little overwhelming. It was these times that you sought out the company of people you trusted, the people who really saw you for who you were, a slightly nerdy introvert. The list was small; it included Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and your favorite, James Barnes.
There was something about the solitary supersoldier that intrigued you. He didn't spill his problems to you like others did, you'd had to work very hard at gaining his trust but once you had, you felt like you'd discovered a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Bucky had an unexpected depth and his interests were surprisingly in tune with yours. Steve always seemed to be lost in documentaries when you sat down for down time with him and Nat found joy from horror movies which were far from your taste in cinematography. But Bucky was happy to watch a fantasy or science fiction film with you any time, dawn or dusk.
Bucky enjoyed your interests, but it was your company he enjoyed more. You made him feel comfortable, you didn't ask him intrusive questions, you forgave his selective mutism if he was having a bad day, making no irritating attempts to make him feel happier or better as the other members of the team were so apt to do. No, you let him be himself, in fact, you almost seemed to like his sullen silences.
What he liked the most was that you seemed to be a different person when he was around. You seemed more relaxed, the radiant sunshine demeanor that you exuded became muted, as though you knew that he needed a dimmer switch to help him cope. His scowls were far less ferocious when you were around but woe befell anyone who interrupted or invaded his time with you, his face would become dark and his mood would often turn sour. The only person who he would gracefully accept as an outsider to your pair was Steve. In short, Bucky Barnes was in love with you. Not that he would ever let it show.
The only person who could see Bucky’s feelings for you was Steve. He would smile in a knowing way when he walked in on the two of you laughing together, sharing a plate of nachos. He knew from the way you curled up at Bucky’s side that you harbored similar feelings. The only difference for you is that you had convinced yourself that Bucky couldn’t possibly feel the same way. Friendship was one thing, but you couldn’t imagine that he would want anything more than that. One day, when you had seen a female agent flirting with Bucky and he had smiled back, turned on the 1940’s charm that he apparently was famous for, that was the day you’d decided to put your feelings aside and move on with your life.
It was that decision that led to your current situation. A new dress and fancy heels later, you trotted to the common living area to get your bestie’s opinion. Your makeup was perfect, highlighting your prominent features and Bucky thought you looked radiant as you paraded your dress in front of him, seeking his approval. Naturally, you had it, you always had his approval, it didn’t matter what you were wearing.
“Where are you going all dolled up like that?” Bucky looked you up and down, admiring the view.
“Sidney and I are going out.”
“Oh, that sounds fun. You’ve been hanging out with her a lot. It’s nice that you’re getting along with the other agents too,” he smiled. Bucky was always encouraging of you, even if he would have preferred to keep you all to himself.
You laughed. Bucky usually reveled in the sound, but today he would be wishing he hadn’t heard it at all.
“Bucky!” you swatted his arm playfully. “Sidney is a guy. The guy I’m dating. I’ve told you about this.”
“Yeah, Buck, I did.” You pouted, “were you just pretending to listen?”
“What? No you didn’t.”
“Of course not, you said you were going to minigolf. You were so happy because you won.” Bucky smiled slightly at the memory. How you’d come home with red cheeks from the cold and the joy of winning at minigolf.
“That was our fourth date.”
Bucky was quiet for a moment. “Are you dating a woman?” he asked quietly.
“No, Buck. I mean I have, but Sidney isn’t one.”
“Oh,” Bucky mumbled, processing the information you'd given him.
Your sexual history didn't bother him, it was your present that did. Suddenly Bucky didn't want to look at you. Knowing you'd be spending your time with another man looking the way you did. He hated the thought. He wanted you to dress up for him that way, he wanted to be the one who ripped that pretty little dress off your body, he wanted to be the one who got to kiss you, to touch you, to claim every single part of you. But instead he got to watch another man sweep you off your feet. 
“Well I better finish getting ready.”
You gasped as Bucky stood up suddenly.
“You're unbelievable,” he muttered, a darkness descending across his handsome features.
“What's that supposed to mean?” you asked, angrily.
“Nothing. Go have fun on your date.” Bucky stormed out without a backward glance.
He left you in the living room feeling lost and alone. Tears sprung into your eyes and your enthusiasm for your night out fizzled out completely. You couldn't understand his behavior, the sergeant had always treated you so well. Had you done something to upset him?
The sadness you felt was suddenly overcome with anger. Whatever it was that had upset him, you didn't deserve the attitude he was displaying towards you. In fact, you were going to tell him just that. But first, you picked your phone to make a call.
“Hey Sidney? … Yeah about that. I'm sorry Sidney. I know you went to a lot of trouble organizing tonight. I was really looking forward to it. But something’s come up here. I can't get out of it.”
You sighed, hanging up the phone. Sidney had been understanding, waving off your apology with such grace. On paper, he was the perfect partner for you, he was handsome, he shared so many of your interests and he accepted you for who you were. But you didn't feel butterflies when you thought of him, your face didn't light up when you spoke about him, he didn't fill you with warmth the way Bucky did.
Outrage still bubbled under the surface as you put your phone back on the dressing table in your room, so you decided to address the person who had caused the issue. You marched down the corridor, your stiletto heels clacking angrily as you made your way to Bucky’s room. As you pounded on the door, it flew open just in time for you to fling your hands up protectively as an object hit the wall beside your head.
Bucky’s eyes went wide as he saw the shock on your face. He had been pacing up and down his room and caught sight of a photo of the two of you smiling at each other. He couldn’t bear to see it anymore, to look at you when you didn’t look back at him that way. He had grabbed the photograph, letting it fly away from him in an attempt to extinguish the anguish he felt.
“Wow, do you hate me that much?” you asked. Your anger evaporated as quickly as it had arrived.
Bucky stood, speechless, as you bent down and picked up the smashed photo frame.
“Be careful,” Bucky warned you, as your shoe crushed a piece of broken glass.
“I know how to take care of myself.”
“And going out with some random man who knows nothing about you is what? … safe?”
“Why do you even care, Bucky?”
“You're my friend, you think I want you to get hurt?”
“What makes you think that I need that from you? I mean, if this is what you think of our friendship.” You held up the broken picture frame as a reference to your comment. A single tear slipped down your cheek.
Bucky had the decency to look ashamed of himself, at least that is how you interpreted the look on his face. What you didn't see was the guilt that bubbled under the surface, the devastation at the thought of losing you to someone else.
“He isn't good enough for you.”
You scoffed. “You don't even know him.”
“I don't need to.”
He approached you slowly and stopped right in front of you. If you hadn't spent months getting to know him, you'd be afraid of him, the way his vibranium fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly. But you knew it was a nervous tic of his, not a threatening one.
Bucky bent down and started picking up the shards of glass, then with a low voice, he mumbled something. 
“You deserve to be with someone who knows how special you are.”
Had you heard him correctly? 
You crouched down to help him with the cleaning.
“Leave that, I'll do it.”
“Bucky…” You picked up a small piece of glass between your fingers. “What do you mean?”
“You'll hurt yourself.” He took the glass from you.
You wrapped your hand around his wrist. “Bucky,” you whispered.
But Bucky couldn't look at you, that voice inside his brain that blamed himself for the actions of the Winter Soldier was the same one that often told him that he wasn't good enough for you. How could anyone as bright as you care for someone who held such darkness inside of him? He stood up, hiding his expression from you. 
You sighed, reaching down to pick up one last piece. But you were hurt and careless and the sharp edge sliced your finger, drawing blood, making you hiss with pain.
“I told you to leave it alone!” He grabbed your wrist this time, trying to examine your wound. “This is exactly why I told you not to touch it. It won't hurt me.”
“I don't understand why you're upset.”
“This isn't deep.” He let go of your arm, walking away from you. 
“What do you want from me, Bucky?”
“I don't want you to date him.”
You were surprised but you didn’t let it show on your face. “Okay.”
“Okay? Just like that?” Bucky frowned in confusion.
“Yeah.”
“No explanation needed?”
“I want you to be happy. And if this upsets you, I won't date Sidney.” You sighed, you hated that he had this power over you, that you were willing to give up a chance for your own happiness because Bucky said so. But you knew you would do anything for him, even if you ended up being single for the rest of your life. And it was all very overrated anyway, happy relationships, you didn’t know anyone who didn’t have problems with the people they had attached themselves to. Who needed a family, it was all nothing but trouble, you said to yourself.
“I don't want to lose you,” Bucky muttered.
“Bucky, you'll never lose me.” It felt like you were telling him you loved him without using the actual words. Rising up onto your toes, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I care about you, Bucky.”
Bucky brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the streak of fluid your tears had left. He leaned in towards you until you could feel his breath against your lips. You opened and closed your mouth, feeling like a goldfish because no sound would come out. The way Bucky was looking into your eyes had rendered you speechless. It almost felt like the love you felt for him was being reflected back at you. You wanted to kiss him but you couldn’t move. His nose brushed lightly against yours and then his lips were pressed against yours. It started out gentle, his mouth against yours, lips moving in tandem, until his tongue sought out yours. The taste of you seemed to ignite a deeper desire inside him because suddenly his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you closer, closer than you’d ever been to him, enveloped in his embrace as his hands roamed over your back, fingers pushing into you through the fabric of your little black dress.
You wrapped your arms tightly around Bucky's neck and as he straightened his back, you were lifted off the floor. The only way for you to support yourself was to wrap your legs around his waist, and Bucky's hands on your ass gave you the encouragement you needed to take this next step. Soon your core was rubbing against his crotch and Bucky stumbled across to the bed, laying you down with surprising tenderness. He knelt down between your splayed legs and smiled at you with an adoring gaze.
“I've wanted this for so long,” he whispered, as though a loud noise might wake him for this dream.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Why didn't you?”
You laughed to yourself, both of you had been so afraid of losing the other that you'd missed out on the happiness you'd sought from each other.
“Do we have to talk about this right now? I want to go back to the kissing,” you pouted.
This earned you one of those rare joyous laughs from him, ones that he often saved for you. You treasured each and every one of these, they were so rare and precious. Bucky captured your protruding lower lip between his teeth, giving it a playful tug before going back to the heated lip lock you'd been engaged in earlier.
Only when he was grinding his hips into yours and moaning that a horrifying thought entered your mind.
“Bucky,” you called his name quietly.
“Mmm?” he hummed, not taking his lips off the spot on your neck that he was sucking enthusiastically.
“Buck… stop.”
There was a pop as the seal of his lips on your neck broke. “Are you okay?”
“I can't…”
“I'm sorry,” Bucky backed away, like he'd been burned. 
“Buck, wait,” you reached for his hand. “I mean, I need to talk to Sidney.”
“Oh, yeah, right. Of course, you have a date.” 
“Bucky, I need to break it off with him before we… I don't want to be that person. Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, sitting down beside you as you pulled the straps of your dress back over your shoulder. 
“Can you give me some time to go talk to him?”
Bucky nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak lest his voice betrayed his disappointment. But you knew him well enough to read his face.
“Hey, I'll be back. I promise.” You held out your pinky for him to take.
He smiled and linked his little finger with yours. One of the things he admired most about you was your integrity. You stood up, leaning back for one more quick kiss before you walked away, only letting go of his hand once you both couldn't extend your arms any further. You stole one last look at him before closing the door.
On your way back to your room, you called Sidney, asking him to meet you, before you changed out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes. A heavy guilt settled on your chest, you knew you'd be hurting him but you knew you couldn't offer him your whole heart, not when you knew Bucky was at home waiting for you. The next hour was a difficult one for you, you did your best to be gentle and considerate of Sidney’s feelings as you let him down.
“Look Sidney, I’m really sorry about this, I didn’t mean to string you along.”
“But you’re in love with someone else.” Sidney looked at you with a sad smile.
Your eyes widened in surprise. “How do- what makes you say that?”
“It’s the way you talk about Sergeant Barnes,” he said knowingly.
“I’m sorry.” You turned your head to hide the tears threatening to escape.
“He’s a lucky man.” Sidney leant down and gave you a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you around.”
You sighed as you made your way back home, still feeling a little deflated about what you’d just done. But a promise was a promise and you didn’t want to keep Bucky waiting. It was the thought of Bucky that stopped you dragging your feet but you made a pitstop in your room to freshen up your makeup.
Before you knew it, you were back outside Bucky’s door and you were pretty certain your heart skipped a beat as you knocked nervously. What if he had changed his mind?
There clearly wasn’t cause for concern because Bucky opened the door so fast, you wondered if he had just been standing on the other side waiting for you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and scooped you into his chest, shutting the door with the edge of his foot. 
Bucky kissed you as though he hadn’t seen you in years and you melted into him with a sigh.
“You were gone too long,” he pouted. “I missed you.”
“You okay?” he asked, a tinge of concern in his voice as he ran his thumb along your jaw. “I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
He was right, it hadn’t been easy for you to break off your relationship with Sidney. You never enjoyed hurting other people. You made time for people’s problems, even when you were exhausted, always ready to lend that extra helping hand. Your generosity of spirit was another reason that Bucky admired you. It made you smile, the way he understood your feelings without you having to explain them to him.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” 
Being with Bucky seemed to make your problems disappear and your feelings for him surged to the surface. 
“Are you sure?” he asked, nuzzling your ear and peppering the side of your neck with tiny kisses.
“Yeah, glad to be here with you,” you hummed, enjoying the way his skin felt against yours.
“You sure you haven't got any more men stashed away that I need to know about?” he mumbled.
You pulled away slightly, just to look him directly in the eye so he knew the sincerity of your next words. “No secret stash. Only you.”
“Just me?” Bucky put his hands on cheeks, putting his fingers under your jaw to tilt your face up to look at him.
“I'm all yours, Bucky.”
You leaned up, puckering your lips for a kiss and he obliged. Locked at the mouth, he led you backwards until your heels hit the edge of the bed. 
“Tell me again,” he growled, pushing his chest against you til you were falling backwards onto the mattress.
Only your fall wasn't uncontrolled, Bucky's strong hands had settled on you back and he guided your descent. You grabbed the front of his Henley in your hands and pulled him down on top of you. 
“Yours,” you claimed his lips hungrily.
“That's right, mine,” his voice rasped, making you tingle with anticipation.
He pushed his hips against yours, grinning proudly as you moaned in approval.
“You like that, huh?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you heard his belt unbuckling, hearing a clang as it fell onto the floor. He pushed his hand under the seam of your leggings and slid it between your legs. A wanton moan left your mouth as you felt his fingers rubbing on your clothed core.
"Look at you, Doll. You're so fucking wet...and I haven't even touched you yet." Bucky’s voice was low and rumbled through you like thunder.
He wiggled his fingers under your panties and between your folds, smirking into your neck and a gasp escaped your lips. Before you knew it, your eyes were rolling back as his fingers stroked your pussy.
“Bucky,” you whined as his fingers delved deeper. 
It barely registered as his vibranium fingers pulled down your leggings and joined its flesh twin on your clit. Your breathing quickened to match the pace that he was pushing his fingers into you. Every push had you uttering a quiet sigh as he caressed your walls.
“So wet,” he hummed. “I’m the only one who can touch you like this. The only one who can make you feel like this, right?” 
“Only you, Bucky.”
Before you could enjoy Bucky’s fingers more, they left your body. You whimpered at the loss. His hands went to the fabric around your waist, tugging it down until it was off completely and he used his hands to open your legs further. You tried not to gawk at him as he removed his clothes, layer by layer. It wasn’t as though you hadn’t seen Bucky shirtless before, but watching him strip between your spread legs was making you melt. He knelt down at your core, hands ripping apart your bra before kneading your breasts and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You moaned out when Bucky pinched your nipples harshly.
“Nothing but you,” you repeated, biting your lip with anticipation.
“Doll, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll completely forget who Sidney ever was. I’ll give you my love until you’re satisfied. You’ll think of nothing but me.”
“Good. Now let’s make sure that you will never be able to look at that man again without thinking of this moment," Bucky groaned as he began to nibble on your neck.
His lips sucked and nibbled at your skin, marking his territory. He tugged his underwear down his thighs, using his other hand to line his cock up with your entrance. Slowly and sensually, he rubbed his tip against you, getting lost in his own pleasure for a moment, forgetting to remind you who you belonged to. Loud moans escaped your mouth as he slammed into you with hardly any warning. 
"Fuck, you're so tight, Doll,” Bucky groaned into your ear. “Feel so good.”
Bucky lifted your legs up onto his chest so your calves rested on his shoulders. He pulled your hips into his and started pushing into you repeatedly, almost mercilessly.
“Sidney only wishes that he could fuck you like this,” he leaned over so his face was up close to yours. “But no one will ever fill you up like I can. No one can make you feel good the way I can. You’re mine, Doll, only for me to have.”
“Buc-” you breathed, barely able to speak.
“What are you?”
“Yours Sergeant, I’m all yours. Promise. Yours. Only yours!” you repeated over and over.
Desperate for your release, you reached down to your clit.
“Don’t even think about it,” Bucky growled. “You come on my cock screaming my name or you don’t come at all.”
Bucky leaned forwards til his face was inches from yours, bending your legs right up to your chest.
"You feel that, Doll? You feel how I fill you up?" Bucky demanded.
You nodded, unable to speak at first. Eventually you gasped out the words, "I feel you, Bucky.”
"And could he ever make you feel as good as I make you feel?" Bucky asked before going back to fucking you hard and fast.
"No Bucky, never,” you moaned.
You could feel your orgasm approaching far more rapidly than normal and Bucky had gone back to marking his territory with his lips on your skin. It almost burned where he was sucking against your clavicle.
“Bu- Buck-”
“Yeah?” He slowed to respond to your attempts at his name. 
His lips were only inches away from yours. All you wanted was to meet them, but instead, Bucky bit your lip harshly, making you throw back your head in pleasure as he kept sucking on you.
"That's what I want to hear," Bucky cooed as he finally kissed you.
He buried his face into your breasts as his thrusts became more frantic. His hands snaked around your waist, a surprisingly soft action for all the roughness he’d displayed up until this point. The moans he released into your ear alone would make you come. The feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, cock diving deep inside of you, sent you spiraling.
“Bucky!” You muttered his name, unable to focus on anything but the way his cock and hands worked your body, filling you to the brim. Pleasure completely overwhelming your mind and body.
“That’s right, Doll. You were made for me.”
“Please, Bucky, I want to come!” There was nothing that could stop the cry that leaves your lips, you needed it so badly, you wanted him so badly. 
“Do it already,” Bucky goaded. “Come for me. Come because I want you to.”
“Yes Bucky, yes!” You as his words finally pushed you over the edge, his name leaving your lips as you finally reached your peak.
The only thing you could think of was his cock thrusting inside you. Your pussy clenched and tightened around his cock making him release with a grunt and a moan as he coated you in his seed. He stayed inside you, catching his breath, playing with your hair, looking into your eyes with such complete adoration that it almost took your breath away. At least until he pulled out of you slowly, making his cum spill out of you and drip across your abdomen.
“You did such a good job, Doll,” Bucky whispered to you as he softly kissed your forehead. “My pretty girl. You rest now, let me clean you up.”
You pushed yourself up the bed, trying to avoid spilling his seed all over the clean bed sheets. Bucky reappeared quickly with a washcloth and started wiping himself off your skin, parting your legs gently and cleaning over your folds.
“Bucky, I-” you reached out to stop him, suddenly feeling incredibly self conscious about this new level of intimacy. “You don't have to.”
Bucky sat down beside you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice filled with tenderness.
He finished up and lay down beside you, giving you one of his looser fitting t-shirts which you slipped over your head gratefully. You tucked yourself into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, sighing as his fingers fluttered over your thighs and over the curve of your ass.
“Was that okay?” he whispered into your hair, his warm breath blowing against the bare skin on your neck.
“It was amazi-.” You started answering but your voice was interrupted by a loud growl from your stomach.
“Still hungry, huh?”
You blushed, hiding your face in his warm sturdy chest.
“Want to grab some dinner. Can't have my best girl starving.”
A warmth spread through you at his words. “Maybe in a bit? I don't want to move yet. Is that okay?” You looked up at him. 
He smiled down at you, placing a small kiss at the tip of your nose. “Perfect.”
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