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“Steve, put sunscreen on.” You pulled one of his t-shirts over your head so you could wear it over your swimsuit.

“No, it makes me feel all sticky.” He whined when you grabbed his arm and pushed him to sit on the bed.

You stood with one of his knees between your legs, his fingers ran up the backs of your thighs while you rubbed the sunscreen between your fingers before smearing it all around his face.

“I don't want you to age at twice the speed because you refuse to wear sunscreen,” you moved the hair from his forehead with the side of your palm. “I even got the lightweight one for you.”

“It feels the same,” he rolled his eyes. Steve huffed every few seconds to really display his unapproval, or maybe because you would kiss his pouty bottom lip every time he did it.

You were head over heels for him, it took you a while to even give him the time of day before you dated, but now you would do anything for him.

He seemed to feel that way from the beginning, always doing reckless things when you were looking in hopes of impressing you. The first time you met was in your art history lecture. He was sitting in the row behind you and on the first day of class he accidentally dropped his pencil on the floor and asked you to get it for him. you still remember the look on his face when you turned around after he tapped on your shoulder. You had to blink at him and nod your head a few times so he would finally speak, and when he did, his voice cracked. You stifled a laugh when you gave his pencil back and he said “i’m pencil- i mean thank you.”

For the next few classes he would draw little pictures of people in the class on a scrap of paper and then toss it down onto your desk. They made you smile, and you would never tell him this but you kept them all in the pocket inside your notebook. The last picture he drew was of you, a beautiful sketch of your face from someone who was always looking at the back of your head. He wrote his number at the bottom and the rest was history.

Now you were at his parents’ lake house with a bunch of your friends, holding him down to put sunscreen on his pale face. You finally let him go with one more kiss and he slapped your ass when you turned around. You packed the boat bag and he went to the kitchen to pack the cooler with the other guys.

You smiled to yourself as you walked to the kitchen and heard them clowning around. Sam and Bucky were becoming better friends, and now they were teaming up and convincing Steve to do stupid things. You set the bag down by the back door before joining the girls on the couch. Nat was braiding her hair back and your roommate/best friend, Roxy, was watching an old cartoon on the tv. The two of them had become your closest friends after you started dating Steve, it was really just three couples who also happen to be friends with each other.

“Alright ladies!” Bucky called as he walked from the kitchen to the back door with the cooler on his shoulder. “Let's get going before we lose the sun!” He didn’t stop walking as he kicked the door open and headed right down the lawn and to the dock.

Before you could swing the bag you packed over your shoulder, Steve grabbed it out of your hand and took your empty hand in his.

“Pretty girls should never carry heavy things,” he brought the back of your hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

“Oh stop being cheesy,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“I'm not gonna stop,” he smirked and kissed your hand again, then rubbed it against the stubble on his cheek. “And you’re gonna deal with it because we’ll be stuck on a boat.”

“Holding me captive?” you gasped. “That's a new low for you, Rogers.”

“Oh Buggie,” he laughed out loud. “I'll show you how low I can get.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Alright,” you pushed him off with a scowl on your face.

He helped you into the boat and sat you down next to the driver’s seat after he untied the boat from the dock. Steve got into dad-mode, trying to make sure everything on the boat was prepped and ready for the trip. Bucky and Nat went up to the bow and Roxy cozied up with Sam on the bench seat in the back. After everyone was settled, he sat down in the seat and put his shades on and started the engine.

He looked so fucking good, when did he not??? You were shamelessly checking him out, and every time he looked at you he knew exactly what you were thinking of. And if the boat wasn’t full of your friends, he would have been on you the first time he noticed the look.

After what felt like the longest, bumpiest ride ever, Steve finally stopped and dropped the anchor in an empty cove. Bucky wasted no time picking Nat up and throwing her in, then jumping in after her. You watched her push his head back down under the water when he tried to kiss her as an apology. Roxy was easing into the water while Sam was in the water from his chest down and held himself up on the swim deck to talk to his girlfriend.

It was hot, the sun was at its highest point and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. You were sweating even though you were only wearing your swimsuit under your shirt. Steve was already stripped down to his little swimming trunks, the blue ones with five inch inseams that left nothing to the imagination. He was standing directly in front of you, so you were eye level with his crotch. You looked up at him and he put his hands on his hips while giving you a suggestive look with his sunglasses on top of his head.

You looked him up and down once before shaking your head at him. He tried to bend down to kiss you, but you pushed him out of the way so you could stand. He watched you take the t-shirt off and fix your swimsuit while you walked to stand on the side of the boat. You looked back at him for a second before diving in.

The water was warm for the first few feet but the farther down you plunged, the colder it got. You popped back up right in time for Steve to jump in and make a huge splash right next to you. He was under for a while before he came up right in front of your face, grabbing your hips as he kissed your nose. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he waded water for both of you because he was strong enough to do it. You wiped the water out of his eyes with your thumbs and kissed him with a smile.

“You look good driving that boat,” you rubbed your nose against his. “Should I start calling you captain?” You bit your lip in a poor attempt at hiding your smirk.

“Ooh baby,” he chuckled, “don’t start that.”

“What?” You said innocently, batting your lashes at him. “You can be cheesy, but I can't?”

“You’re not being cheesy, you’re making me hard.” He pinched your butt and you held onto him a little tighter.

Before you could reply, Nat was throwing a float at you. “Steven, sit on that before you drown her trying to show off.” Steve helped you onto the float before getting on after you and placing you in his lap.

The next few hours went like that, all of you sitting in a circle in the water talking and only getting into the boat when you needed a refill or to reapply sunscreen. You didn’t even notice how late it was getting until the sun was shining in your eye because it was close to setting. Steve snapped out of his usual college boy mentality and into captain mode again when everyone was packing up and getting ready to go back to the house. He made sure all the floats were back in the boat and everyone was wrapped in a warm towel while you watched him with heart eyes. He was perfect, the perfect balance between recklessness and responsibility.

He went slower on the ride back to let the couples have their sunset moments. You held his hand and every few minutes he kissed the back of your hand before turning back to focus on the water. His cheeks were a little red, but his shoulders and chest were golden from the sun.

When you got back to the lake house, he didn't tie it to the dock. He let everyone else off and told you to stay in your seat when you tried to follow them. Steve pushed off the dock and started the boat again, only giving you little smiles when you asked him where you were going.

He stayed at idle speed for a while, before stopping and setting the anchor down. You just watched him, wrapped in towel while he moved around in the dim light from the moon and the floor lights. After he was sure there was no chance of you guys drifting off into shore or sinking, he took the towel from you and helped you stand. He took you to the bow and sat down with his head angled up to see the sky, you followed suit.

“When we were kids, my parents would bring us up here and on the first and last night of every stay I would sneak out and take a kayak out to do this.” He pulled you closer. “I'm pretty sure my parents knew, but they never stopped me.”

“That's nice,” you replied, taking his hand in yours and bringing it to your lap. “You didn’t bring any of your siblings out here?” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Nope,” he shook his head and then looked down at you. “You’re the only one … other than me.”

“Keep talking to me like that and I might think you like me.” You snuggled closed.

“I love you,” he lifted your chin with his forefinger and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You kissed back, moving your hand up his bicep to deepen it and pull him closer as he turned his body towards yours. He put his hands on the backs of your thighs and lifted you onto his lap to straddle him. Both of your hands were on his cheeks, holding his face to yours. His hands had slipped under your shirt and were rubbing your back, occasionally moving down to rub your butt.

He pulled away for a second to see your face, his hands coming up to your hair to pull you back down to him after you rolled your hips into his. You pushed your hands into his shirt, desperate for more skin to skin contact, he knew what it meant so let you breathe for a minute while you both tore off your shirts. His hands moved to your back to untie your bikini top while you kept your lips on his. His hands were on your breasts the second they were exposed, he kneaded them and you arched your back and led out a soft moan.

His lips were on your neck and your hands went to his hair, “Bug, keep quiet. Sound travels on water.” You could tell by his voice and the feel of his lips on your neck that he was smirking.

You rolled your hips into his and felt him getting harder against you, you lightly tugged on his short hair to get him to meet your lips again. He moved his hand down your body to the front of your bikini bottoms and he pushed his hand in. his fingertips immediately made contact with your clit and your hips jerked forward as you moaned into his mouth.

He circled your sensitive nub with one hand and the other tangled in your hair to keep your mouth connected to his. Steve groaned when you tightened your grip on his hair and moved against his hand. You could feel every little movement his fingers made, when they sped up you disconnected your mouths and panted with your forehead pressed against his.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “So pretty when you’re falling apart for me like this, huh?” He nudged your cheek with his nose to get you to open your eyes. “You've been waiting for this all day, walking around in that little swimsuit with your ass out and your tits barely covered.” He wasn't wrong, you picked that suit solely based on the reaction it got from Steve.

He slowed down for a second, only to let you attach your mouth to his again. But as soon as you started moving your hips against his hand again, he sped his fingers back up again. You let out a gasp when his two middle fingers started to push into you. He curled them forward and began to stroke that spongy part that made your toes curl. His thumb moved back to your clit to make circles in time with his fingers, and you could barely return his kisses.

Heat moved down your legs and up your spine when he moved his face to make eye contact with you. It was pretty dark out, every time the boat rotated you could see the light reflected in his blue eyes.

“That's it Bug,” he whispered against your lips. “Gonna cum using just my fingers?”

You whimpered when he applied more pressure with his thumb. You felt the coil in your lower stomach get tighter and hotter the more you rolled your hips into his hand. You squeezed your eyes shut and dropped your forehead down onto his, and your hands slid down from his hair to dig your fingers into his pecs.

You stifled a moan when you came, your back arched and you tried to close your legs as best as you could with Steve's massive thighs between them. He groaned when he felt you squeeze his fingers and continued to make slow circles around your clit to help you ride your high.

“There ya go, Bug, good girl,” he hummed while pulling his fingers out of you.

You opened your eyes and looked at him for a second before pressing your lips into his again. Steve moaned into your mouth, sliding his tongue over yours as he moved both hands down to pull your bikini bottom to the side. Your hands trailed down his stomach to the tie on his swimsuit and your fingers made quick work of the knot.

You reached into the front of his pants and pulled him out, you’d been with Steve for a year and every time you got to this point, you were still in shock by the sheer size of him. You gently stroked him while you sat up and positioned yourself to sink down on him. He put both hands on your hips when you leaned your forehead onto his shoulder so you would see what you were doing.

“Fuck-” Steve groaned when you slid his tip between your folds. His head rolled back and his eyes fluttered shut when you sank down on him.

You slowly started to roll your hips with Steve's hands guiding your movements and your hands gripping into his shoulders. You threw your head back when Steve started to move his hips in time with yours while gently grunting into your ear. You sat up and let Steve take control, leaning your head back while breathy moans left your mouth. You could tell Steve was holding back, his thrusts were slow and deep. He took his time with you, squeezing the curve of your hip while he made you grind against him when your pelvises met. Your thighs slapping against his made a soft slapping sound as he thrusted up into you. Your fingers scratched at his pecks, leaving little marks and he hissed from the pain of it combined with the pain from his slight sunburn.

Steve groaned your name and his hips stuttered, you knew it meant he was close. You dipped your head back down and caught his lips, rolling your hips because to grind your clit against his public bone. Steve wrapped his arms around waist to keep your chest flush against his, then he started to drive up, much faster than he was before.

You cried out, he was reaching a new depth with this new angle and it made your entire body heat up. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your hands tangled in his hair as you tried to collect yourself again, but every time his cock hit that spot inside of you that made your toes curl, you lost yourself again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You were fucken made for me, huh?”

You whimpered in response, too fucked out to give him anything more. Steve’s hands trailed up for your spine and towards your shoulders and you felt fire follow his touch, your entire body felt hot. You could feel him all over and it was pushing you closer to your second high.

“That’s it Bug,” Steve’s praise made you flutter around him and he groaned into your ear. “C’mon, let me feel you cum, you look so pretty when you fall apart on my cock.” You ground down to meet his hips when he fucked up into you, breathy moans slipping from your lips.

You arched your back when you came, pushing yourself up with your hands on his chest and throwing your head back as you let out a broken moan. Steve was right behind you, the feeling of you pulsing around him pushed him over the edge, he leaned forward and buried his face into your neck in a poor attempt at muffling his groan. You both lazily rolled your hips together, riding out your highs with your arms wrapped around each other. You stayed there for a second, coming down together with Steve’s head against your chest and his hands rubbing your back while he was still inside you. He leaned back and held his hands holding your sides while he looked up at you, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your head when you shivered.

“Sex on the boat, crossing that off my bucket list.” He smiled up at you.

“Oh shut up,” you groaned and got off of his lap, slapping his hands away when he tried to keep you there.

He handed you a towel to clean the mess between your thighs then fixed himself in his trunks. Steve dipped down to give you a hard kiss before backing up to kiss all over your face, until you were giggling and pushing him off. He stood and helped you back into your seat next to the captain seat, wrapped you with a towel before he started the boat again.

He stayed at idle speed on the way back to the dock, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing up and down your thigh to keep you warm. You waited for him while he tied the boat up, he gave you a little lay by play of what he was doing, but you were too busy being in love with him to pay attention to anything he said.

He held you under his arm while you walked back to the house, the lights in the living room were still on and you could see everyone in the living room watching a movie. Steve picked you up at the first porch step, carrying you bridal style into the house.

“Hey, where were you guys? We thought you drowned.” Bucky turned away from the tv and as soon as he noticed how disheveled you both looked, his eyes widened. “Ew, gross, never mind.”

Steve carried you all the way back to the room, ignoring you when you tried to wiggle out of his grip to see your friends. He shut the door with his foot and carried you to the bed, before laying you down and trying to get something started again. You let him kiss you for a while, giggling when he nipped at your neck and collarbone.

“Nuh uh Steve,” you pushed him off when his hands slipped under the shirt you wore. “I need to take a shower before anything else.”

He laid on his side with his head propped up on his hand as he watched you dig through the suitcase for pjs. “So … round two in the shower then??” You could hear his smile.

“No, I gotta take a shower and get all this sweat off of me,” you stood and watched him get off the bed with a grunt before walking over so he was chest to chest with you.

“I could help get those hard to reach places,” he raised one eyebrow and looked down at you with a smug smile. “Plus my sunburn hurts and I’m gonna need you to rub aloe on me after the shower.”

And how could you say no to him?

a/n: i really hope you liked this one!! frat!steve owns my heart🥺😩

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