#bi!steve

It didn’t surprise your that he wasn’t alone. His floor seemed to be where everyone congregated, finding it more homely that the hotel-esque communal floor.

Steve had changed pretty much everything about his floor from the sterile living room set up to the sparkling chrome kitchen. Now it resembled something close to what he remembered as home, besides being an awful lot bigger than the little apartment he had shared with his Ma.

“In the kitchen!” He called back just as you joined him and Natasha. She was sat on the counter, legs swinging idly as she picked at the vegetable Steve was chopping. This was also unsurprising, she had been teaching him to cook in their downtime.

“Hey Nat.” You smiled, tilting your head up to accept Steve’s soft kiss. “What’re you making today?”

“Keeping it simple.” She held out a slice of carrot for you which you accepted with a grin, they were your favorite and she knew it. “Chicken stir fry.”

You hummed in approval while chewing and went in search of something to drink. You found your favorite smoothie in the fridge and grinned at Steve who only looked to Natasha, indicating he had nothing to do with it appearing.

“You’re an Angel.” You swore, blowing her a kiss as you headed for the shower. She rolled her eyes, sneaking a piece of bell pepper from under Steve’s knife.

“Yeah yeah, what would you two idiots do without me?” She asked and you laughed again.

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“You know, when I first accepted to go on a date with you I had no idea you’d be the one teaching me things in the bedroom.” You mumbled against Steve’s bare chest.

“Oh yeah? You bought into the blushing virgin appearance?” Steve asked, exhaling a mouthful of smoke before passing you his cigarette. “And Nat says I could never go undercover.”

You inhaled without speaking, reaching across Steve to flick the ashes in the waiting ash tray. You passed him back the cigarette, resting against his chest again. “I definitely didn’t think you’d be the kind of guy who smokes after sex.”

“I didn’t think you’d be the kind of girl who’d beg me to cum on her tits.” Steve said nonchalantly, stubbing out the cigarette. “But here we are.”

“My ex, before you, he was massively into cum play. I wasn’t much for it to be honest but there’s something about someone looking down on you while jerking themselves off on my chest that blows my mind.” You told him candidly, tracing your fingers across his stomach.

“Yeah, I should thank him. Don’t think I’ve seen anything prettier than your chest painted with cum and your tongue out hoping to catch a taste.” He said and you smiled indulgently, the praise making you blush.

“Where’d you pick up the dirty talk? Don’t tell me little Steve was begging girls to suck his cock down the back of a dance hall, telling them they looked like they were made to choke on him.” You teased.

“No, the dirty talk was a more recent addition. I didn’t talk to the girls down the back of the dance hall, was too busy trying to keep them quiet while they came on my fingers.” He smirked and you swallowed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Who taught you?” You asked, your hand running back up over his chest. “Who took over your twenty first century sex education?”

“Same person who took over all of my education.” He told you and you blinked, sitting up. He was watching you warily as you processed his words.

“That could be two people.” You pursed your lips, letting him manhandle you back close again so you were straddling his hips.

“Well Sam and I fooled around but he didn’t teach me anything, I actually showed him a thing or two.” Steve shrugged and you grinned, shock evident in your eyes.

“You fucked Sam?” You asked, completely distracted. “Or did he fuck you?”

“A little of both, he prefers to take it. He’s real quiet though, used to make it my aim to make him scream.” Steve admitted and you slapped a hand on his chest, a shocked grin on your face.

“You’re kidding. That’s so hot, how’d you do it?” Steve couldn’t hide his laugh, the feeling of your heat against one of his thighs turning him on more than he thought it would.

“You getting turned on thinking of me fucking Sam? You wanna know how I used to edge him until he begged? How I milked his prostate and played with his nipples until he sobbed?” Steve asked, watching as you unconsciously ground your hips down. “That get you all hot?”

“What’d you do with Nat?” You asked, changing direction. “How did she teach you?”

“Nat used to ride me until I was cumming dry. I used to go hoarse moaning her name with her hand around my throat.” He didn’t hesitate to answer, his cock rising to the occasion. “Let her fuck me once or twice as well.”

“Goddamn.” You rose up on your knees and Steve took the hint, lining himself up with you and you sank down, enveloping him in that tight heat. He loved your little gasps as you tried to take too much at once. “Still so fucking big.”

“Still so greedy for it, can feel you pulling me in.” He groaned. When you found yourself seated, taking all he had to give you, you paused. “What do you want baby?”

“Tell me more about Nat in bed.” You gasped, moving your hips in gentle circles. “Tell me what it was like.”

“I let her take control usually. Let her set the pace. Sometimes she’d keep me on edge for hours, tie me up and warn me that if I broke the binding that she’d make sure I didn’t cum for days. Other times she’d make me cum so many times it would be almost painful.” You began to bounce shallowly and Steve gasped, his hands finding your hips to guide you.

“What did you do for her?” You asked, your hands landing on his shoulders for leverage. “You eat her out?”

“Like a starving man. Used to have her sitting on my face until she couldn’t cum anymore. She’s got the sweetest little moans right when she’s on the edge.” You whimpered, increasing your pace. “Sensitive tits too, used to always find myself with her nipples between my teeth, she liked that.”

“Oh fuck. That’s so hot.” You were moving with purpose now, both of your orgasms rising. “You ever think of her now, think of her pussy when you’re in mine?”

“God, I probably shouldn’t say it but sometimes. Sometimes you gasp just like she did when I filled her up.” Steve told you and dropped a hand to rub your clit with his thumb in tight circles. “Think of Sam sometimes too like when you let me fuck your ass. He liked when I’d make him go slow on my cock like you do.”

“Yeah? What else?” Steve couldn’t believe how hot it made him to talk about having sex with other people while inside you.

“Sometimes I think about Nat being here with us.” He admitted. “Came more than once thinking of her riding your face while I fuck you. Like to think of us just fucking ruining you together.”

Your orgasm came out of nowhere. Your head fell back as Steve bounced you on his cock, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. His followed shortly after when he realised it wasn’t his name on your tongue but Natasha’s.

You lay slumped against his chest, listening to the sound of Steve lighting another cigarette and didn’t move until he nudged you to take a drag.

“That might be the hottest sex we’ve had yet.” Steve told you and you hummed lazily, breathing smoke in his face making him laugh.