i love steve rogers

You saunter over to Tony’s carefully curated liquor cabinet- correction: full fucking bar, looking for something to soothe this ache, both emotional and physical. The team just got back from a mission that morning, and it was overall a success, but Natasha got hurt and there was nothing you could do about it. She’d okay, it’s nothing life threatening really, but it scared you nonetheless. Sure, you’re used to the typical bumps and bruises just like the rest of the team. Hell, getting grazed by a bullet? Walk it off. But Nat was downed out there, and she is a hard one to take down. 

The two of you are close, naturally. You had escaped from the Red Room in the chaos Natasha had created, and luckily found your way back to her and, eventually, this team. It was brilliant, and lovely, you had somebody who understood you and who you understood. 

Now, you’re standing in the Avenger’s compound common area staring at shelves upon shelves of alcohol, even though you’re not much of a drinker, all because Natasha is stuck to a recovery bed right now. After a few minutes, you give up and grab a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge before walking over to the window and staring out at the darkness. 

You’re so wrapped up in your head that you don’t even open the can, much less notice the door open. It isn’t until Steve is standing feet behind you that he softly says your name and you notice him. You didn’t expect to see anybody else, much less Steve, so you are very much not presentable. Your brown curls are still quite wet, cascading in loose ringlets down your back, and you’re wearing pajama shorts and an old band t-shirt that either you thrifted or accidentally stole from Tony. You aren’t sure.

“Steve,” you whisper, voice barely working as your skin flushes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you.”

He offers you a small smile, his eyes kind and gentle. “That’s alright. Are you..? Alright, that is. Are you alright?” 

You try to lie and say, yeah, totally, but the words catch in your throat, so you just nod. Steve knows even that was a lie, and you know the bullshitting is obvious.

He nods to your unopened and forgotten can, eyes crinkling with humor. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to drink that,” he says as he steps closer. You’re face to face now, and you have to tip your head back slightly to look into his eyes. 

“Oh, uh. I forgot about it…” you mutter, looking at his lips before looking away. You aren’t certain why you feel so awkward and tense, it isn’t like Steve is some stranger you need to impress. Slowly, Steve reaches for the Dr. Pepper and grabs it from you, setting it on the counter nearby. He turns back to you, looking into your eyes for a moment that feels impossibly long. “You know she’s okay. Bruce said she’ll be back on her feet in a week’s time.” You nod, breath shaky as the emotions you were already dealing with internally are just yanked out. 

“Come sit with me. I couldn’t sleep either, so we can distract each other.” For some reason, Steve suggesting a distraction sends a jolt to your core. That’s new. Regardless, you take the hand that you hadn’t even consciously realized he offered and follow him to the obnoxiously comfortable couch that Tony had picked out. Steve grabs a blanket off the back of it and wraps it around you, earning himself a small but genuine smile. You didn’t know he noticed that you always grabbed that blanket. Maybe he didn’t and you’re just reading too much into it.

Steve sits down next to you, like really close next to you, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. Lucky bitch is always hot. “Look, I know this mission was rough for you, doll. It was rough for all of us, but I know you and Nat are particularly close.” 

You aren’t sure how to respond so you just nod silently. You probably should cry, but you don’t really do that anymore. Thanks, Red Room. 

“Anyway, I’m just trying to say.. I’m here for you. We all are, of course. We’re here for both of you, but if you need anything, I’m here.” You can’t help but notice him emphasizing the him part of that statement, a notion that makes you blush something fierce, and he seems to have noticed. He looks a little sheepish, and if you aren’t mistaken, he seems to be blushing a little himself. He runs a hand down his face and curses under his breath. “Okay. I’m sorry, doll. I know I shouldn’t talk like this right now, but I’ve never been great at talking to the ladies anyway…” He trails off, looking at the floor, and you raise your eyebrow at the suddenly shy captain. “Steve?” His head snaps back up to look at you, and you put your hand on his thigh. “What is it? You don’t have to be shy around me.” 

Steve’s cheeks turns redder as he tries to figure out how to put his words together, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head until he mutters a “fuck it” before cupping your cheek in the same moment he kisses you.

Steve is kissing you. Steve. Fucking. Rogers is KISSING YOU. Captain. America. Your brain short circuits for a moment and you can’t react. He pulls away and stands up, pacing. “Fuck, doll. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That was improper. I’m sorry.” You stand up, dropping the blanket at your feet, and walk gingerly toward him. “Steve,” you say ever so softly. He turns and you close the small amount of distance left between the two of you, putting your hand on his chest. It takes a slight amount of standing on your tiptoes, but you lean in and kiss him. Soft, gentle, and unsure. When you open your eyes, he is looking at you with the widest pupils and pinkest cheeks you’ve ever seen on such a man. Then, his face breaks into a smile for a split second before he slams his mouth back onto yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in. Your heart slams against your ribcage as your head begins to spin. If it weren’t for the arms wrapped around you, you may have fallen to the ground right there. 

“Fuck, doll,” Steve murmers as he presses his forehead to yours. “I should have done that a long time ago.” You don’t open your eyes, not believing this moment is real. You can feel moisture pooling in your underwear, and the thought crosses somewhere in the back of your mind that you’re wearing very thin underwear and shorts, and that might be a bit of a messy problem soon. 

Steve’s hand comes back up to caress your cheek as he softly asks you to open your eyes and look at him. When you finally do, his blue eyes are staring back at yours with sheer joy glowing in them. “I’m sorry I kissed you out of the blue like that, but… fuck, I’m so happy that I can’t even properly regret that.” You smile shyly back at the captain, giving him a peck on the lips. “How about we go sit back on the couch,” you suggest, more for the sake of getting off of your jelly legs than anything. Steve nods and you grab his hand, starting to walk back to the couch. However, your legs are a little more jelly than you thought, and Steve noticed. The gentleman he is, he scoops you up and carries you, your legs wrapped around his abdomen. You’re not sure whether the sound that escapes your lips is more of a squeal or a giggle. You press your face into his neck and take a deep breath in, relaxing into this moment. 

It isn’t until Steve sits on the couch that you realize what this position you both find yourselves in reveals. Steve’s face suggests he didn’t notice it either as he turns tomato red when your ass rubs against his dick pressing through his sweatpants. You definitely noticed, too, your eyes widening for a moment before you look away. This isn’t a position you generally find yourself in- you’re not as outgoing as Nat and definitely have a mistrust of most men. 

Steve curses again- you never realized he had such a sailor’s mouth. “We don’t have to do anything. I promise, doll.” You look back to him, searching his eyes. You know that he’s sincere, of course. You also know that he can absolutely feel and probably smell the wetness soaking through your shorts by now, as well.

“What if… what if I want to?” you whisper, so quiet he may not have heard it if not for his heightened senses. Steve doesn’t respond, he just slams his mouth back to yours, kissing you ferociously. All you can feel is him, grabbing your hip possessively with one hand, holding your cheek in the other, and kissing you so well and thoroughly, everything else fades away. It’s just you and him, and the rest of the world disappears with all of its troubles. 

Steve pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure?” 

You don’t trust your voice, so all you can do is nod. Steve beams at you, his hand stroking your face lovingly, before he kisses you hard one more time. “We should probably go somewhere a little more private, then,” he whispered. You nod rapidly, your breathing rapid. 

Before you know it, Steve is carrying you again, this time out of the common area and to the door of his quarters. “I hope you don’t mind… I just figured mine is closer.” You shake your head with a smile. “It’s fine. I don’t mind at all,” you reply, giving him a peck on the cheek. You won’t admit it out loud, but you’re also rather curious what his quarters like, honestly. 

Steve pushes the door open and carries you inside, pressing you against the door as he closes it and kisses you ferociously. You can’t even orient yourself in the space, you’re too focused on each other. He doesn’t break this kiss as he carries you through to his bed, laying you down in the center of it and trailing kisses down your neck. 

The feelings of his lips on your body have you squirming, electricity racing down your spine, and moisture spilling from your pussy. The effect this man has on you ought to be studied. Steve’s hands wander, exploring you. One hand strokes your face while the other creeps up under your shirt to find one of your breasts, unburdened by a bra. He kneads it softly, playing with your nipple as he watches how you react. You squirm and writhe, wanting to be closer and to escape this heat he is creating in you all at the same time. You reach for him and he complies, moving back up to be level with your face. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and he yanks it off for you. 

You swear your heart stops as you look at this man- this GOD. You can now confirm that Steven Grant Rogers is a work of art, absolute perfection. If this is the last thing you see before you die, the universe has smiled upon you. Steve pulls at your shirt and you readily cooperate, helping him pull it off, and both shirts land somewhere on the floor. 

“Fuck, Baby. You’re goddamn gorgeous,” he says, breaking the silence before he kisses you again, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against the other, nearly melding into one. You can hardly breathe and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Steve’s mouth moves down your body, kissing from your mouth to your neck, your collarbone, chest, down to your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your shorts. He doesn’t verbally ask, just looks up at you. You nod and your shorts and underwear are both gone, taken off in one swift, undeniably sexy motion. 

Suddenly, you’re naked, on full display. Your nipples are hard and peaked, chest heaving with rapid breathing. Steve’s face suggests he has never seen anything more perfect. 

After an eternity spent staring at you, seemingly memorizing what he sees, Steve tenderly approaches your pussy with his mouth, kissing your thighs. He moves tantalizingly slowly, making you squirm and whimper, though you’d never admit such noises came out of your mouth.

“Fuck, Steve, please,” you whine. It seems that’s all he needed, as he dives in the moment you say please. He licks a stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit before he dives back in, lapping you up like a man starved. You throw your head back, grabbing his hair in one fist and the comforter in the other. The sounds from your mouth mixed with the wet noises from your pussy- it’s damn near unholy. You writhe beneath him, hips bucking when his tongue moves just right. Eventually, one of his arms wraps around your thigh while the other slings across your waist, preventing your movements. 

“Oh, my… fuck. CAPTAIN,” you cry out when the sensations become almost unbearable. He pulls away, resulting in a whine from you before he kisses you and starts circling your clit with his thumb. 

“God, Baby. You don’t know what you do to me.” Steve’s voice is low and hoarse. “Call me that again and I might lose control.” 

You look into his eyes through your blurred vision and groan out “Captain” quietly.

Steve shoves a finger into your pussy and your back arches a little. You can’t control the noises coming from your lips, and when he adds another finger, curling them within you with expert precision, you come with a force you’ve never been able to achieve on your own. He guides you through it, letting you ride it out on his fingers, his thumb gently circling your clit the entire time. 

“That’s it, Baby,” he whispers. He places gentle kisses on your hairline, stroking your hair as he pulls his hand away. You watch as he brings his fingers up and licks your mess off. “You taste so fucking good. So sweet.”

After a moment to recover, you determine that you haven’t had enough, and he certainly hasn’t, if that bulge in his sweats is any indication. You slowly sit up and grab at the waistband of his pants, this time. 

“Are you sure, Baby?” Steve looks at you tenderly. “After the serum, I ended up with quite the, er… stamina.” “I can take it, Steve.” Your voice is hoarse and borderline croaky, so you swallow hard before continuing. “Please, Captain.”

Steve stood from the bed and walked away silently, leaving you confused, before he returned almost immediately with a bottle of water. 

“Drink first, love,” he says as he hands it to you. You drink it, refreshing and crisp, as you watch him remove those sweats. His cock springs free and you almost choke on the water, eyes going wide. “You said you can handle it, right Baby?”

You nod. It’s small and barely noticeable, but you do. Steve climbs back into the bed and leans against the headboard, waiting. You set the water on his nightstand climb onto his lap, legs shaking. 

“We’ll go as slow as you need. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Steve’s voice is gentle and quiet, a stark difference to the way he just finger-fucked you mere moments ago. His hand gently grabs your hip as the other grabs his dick, pumping it a little before lining it up with your entrance. “Are you totally certain you’re ready? We can stop.” You shake your head immediately. “No, I don’t want to stop. Please, Steve.” 

He nods and gently guides you down, letting you set the pace. His dick is fucking huge, and the stretch burns. You’re not a virgin, but it’s been a while. Even so, you’re fairly certain he’s both wider and longer than average. You probably wouldn’t be able to handle it if he hadn’t prepared you before. You’re able to sink down a couple inches before pausing, and you bounce a little on that for a moment, using that movement to make the next couple easier. Eventually, Steve is almost entirely inside you, resisting the urge to just flip you over and fuck you into next week. Your hips already burn, though, and you lean into him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and your face buried in his neck. 

“You’re doing great, Baby, Fuck, you feel amazing.” Steve rubs your back, trying to help you relax. Finally, you’re seated fully on top of him, and you feel so full. You rock gently, easing into the movement, and Steve groans. The sound is guttural and almost animalistic. That alone makes it easier for you to move, to milk that pleasure for the both of you. 

“Fuck, Steve,” you whimper. Leaning away from him again, you throw your head back. You’re groaning, whining, and moaning, and doing so good for your- “Captainnn.”

Steve can hardly control himself anymore. You’re beautiful on top of him, and he grunts and groans, watching your tits bounce and sway, the way your curls have gone wild around your face. You’re like an angel on top of him- or maybe a devil. “Fuck, Baby. Let me worship you, please. Let me fuck you.” All you can do is nod, whining, moaning his name and Captain. He flips you over and pins you beneath him. “‘M gonna make you feel so good, Baby, promise.” He drives into you, over and over. Hard and fast, and the sensation is all over your body. He grabs your hand and guides it down to your lower belly. “Feel that, Baby. How big I am inside you. All that space my dick fills in you.” 

He’s right, you can feel the movement of his dick, undeniable in your pelvis. Sooner than you can say “captain” again, that unmistakable sensation floods your body again. An orgasm floods through you and you gush around Steve’s cock as you just keeps fucking you. 

“God, Baby. So good. So good for me,” he groans, kissing you all over, sloppy and messy and raw. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, pulling lightly, and it isn’t long before your third orgasm of the night rushes through you, lasting an eternity. You feel like you might combust right there, there’s so much pleasure and heat. Nothing coming from your mouth is coherent anymore, and you are writhing under Steve, back arching off the bed.

Steve suddenly pulls out of you and flips you over, ramming back in. He rakes his hand through your hair and grabs a fistful, pulling you up and wrapping his other arm around your abdomen. “I’m so close Baby. Fuck, you’re doing so fucking good for me. So close.” 

Your head lolls back against his shoulder and he finally comes, bursting inside you like a goddamned volcano. The sensation of his dick twitching inside you as he weakly grinds into you spurs your final orgasm of the night. 

Once Steve is finished and you’re both completely spent, you collapse onto the bed. He maneuvers the 2 of you so you’re mostly on top of him, snuggling and exhausted. You stay like that for a few moments before he extricates himself, much to your dismay. He kisses the top of your head before walking to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet, warm rag. He wipes you down lovingly and sweet, then covers you with his softest blanket. You watch him clean up, feeling like a ragdoll in his bed, until he gets back in with you and you both fall asleep.

The next morning, you both want to act like nothing happened in front of the rest of the team- settle into this new dynamic before letting them in on it. However, Tony is a fucking prick (affectionately). 

“Hey, you two! Fun fact: did you know the common area has cameras? JARVIS saw everything in there last night.” 

Tony about got punched, but apparently the team knew this would happen eventually. They all placed bets on when it would happen. At least Natasha won.