☆Star Spangled Man with a Plan☆ (Steve Rogers)
This is my first time writing for Steve!! I’m really bad at smut so I’m sorry.
Unproteced sex
Swearing
Also, I was inspired to write this after reading “Promise” by @cevansfics
and I didn’t know what to name it so we went basic.
I was sitting in the hotel room, flipping through the channels on the TV, my mind racing, not even paying attention to what was coming across the screen. It had been an hour since they left, Sam running through the door and yelling at Natasha to come help and then Nat yelling at me to stay here. It wasn’t like I was some soft flower that could be crushed, I could handle myself. But alas, I was alone waiting to see if they would come back alive.
Just as I was thinking about them, the door started to unlock. I jumped off the bed, switching the TV off and running over. Steve stumbled through the door, his face covered in dirt and slightly dry blood, holding his side. I rushed to support him.
“Steve, what happened? Where are Nat and Sam??” I exclaimed, pulling him over to the bed.
“It was nothing. They’re taking care of things and then they’re going to get us some food. I’m fine.”
“You do not look fine to me. Just because you're a super soldier, does not mean you can’t die, you know that right? I worry about you..” I said and Steve nodded. “I’ll be fine, these guys are tough but nothing I can’t handle, that’s why I tell you to stay here.” He mumbles.
I purse my lips and nod. “I’m going to go run you a bath.” I turn and walk to the bathroom. I turn the water to almost the hottest setting and grab some soap to make bubbles. I hear groans coming from outside and I turn around and see Steve struggling to get his suit off. He looks at me and sighs, giving up and I walk over to help him. I unzip the top half and slowly remove it from off him, being careful of his sore arms and torso.
I take in all the bruises on his back and before I realize what I’m doing, my fingers are lightly running down his spine and across his bruises. My mouth agape, sad that his life entitles him to getting hurt. I snap back when Steve looks over his shoulder at me. I blink a few times and pull my hand away quickly. “S-sorry.” I said, turning and putting his suit on the bed. “‘S okay.” He says, standing up. I grab his pants and unzip them and pull them down, along with his underwear, looking up at him to avoid seeing him all vulnerable. But if my eyes didn’t show it, my cheeks did, turning pink.
“Y-you’re uh.. you’re bath should be done.” I said, pushing past him and back into the bathroom, shutting off the water. Steve walked through the door seconds later and I turned my head again, hearing his large body sitting down in the tub. “Do you need anything else?”
Steve groaned slightly in pain before responding, “I don’t think… I can.. wash myself. My arms…” He mumbled out. Dammit. “Uh okay, are you… covered?”
“As much as I can be, with bubbles.” He replies. I turn and face him and he’s looking at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes. I nodded and leaned down. I grabbed the wash cloth and dipped it in the water, swiping it across his dirty face, getting rid of the blood.
“I worry about you too, you know?” He speaks up. I pause and look at him. “That’s why I don’t want you out there with us. When you offered to come with us, I agreed because I didn’t want to leave you behind, didn’t wanna be away from you. But then we left and were here, didn’t wanna tell you you had to leave but I knew letting you come was selfish. So I figured if you just stayed in the hotel, you’d be safe and sound and I wouldn’t have to worry.” Steve tells me as I wash the grime and grease out of his hair.
I feel my cheeks starting to get pink and flushed again. I lean in closer to start to rinse his hair. “Steve, I am capable of taking care of myself. I can fight, you know that. I’m stronger than I look. I’m not just glass that can be easily broken.” I spoke softly. Steve then also leaned in closer, inches between our faces. “I know and that’s what I love about you. But since getting to know you… if you got hurt out there…. You would be my number one priority.” He whispers the last part. My heart was beating in my chest.
Steve and I had grown close since we met in Sokovia. And I fell for him hard. But I knew he was in love with Peggy still. At least I thought he was.
I was jerked from my thoughts when I felt Steve’s nose nudge against mine. I let out the breath I had been holding in and decided to follow my gut. I grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders and pulled him into me, my lips burning to be on his, the pressure releasing when they finally came in contact.
Steve immediately kisses back and throws his wet hands in my hair, drops dripping down on my old pj shirt but I didn’t even care. I felt his tongue asking for entrance and I more than happily obliged. We both moaned with the touch and Steve stood up out of the bath, taking me with him. I wrap my legs around his torso, my pants getting wet in the process, more wet then they already were. My hands grabbed at the back of his neck, as he stepped out of the tub, careful not to slip.
He rushed us back to the bed and laid me down, our bodies still connected. He removed his lips from mine and quickly reattached them to my neck. He sucked lightly but just hard enough to draw blood just under the surface. My eyes fluttered as I reached under his armpits and started to grab onto his back. Steve pulled his head up and looked me in the eyes. “Are you okay? Is this okay?” He whispered. I nodded my head eagerly. He smiled at me and I felt his hands at the bottom of my shirt. Carefully, he peeled if off and I got the shivers. I just wanted my naked chest against his. I clung back onto him and he laughed.
“C’mon baby, I wanna make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear. I looked at him and pouted. “I just… I wanna be close to you.”
“You can, in a little bit, I promise, sweet girl.” Steve kissed my cheek lightly.
He scooted down and lightly ran his fingers down my body, looking up at me. I felt a light touch on my inner thigh, Steve’s finger running up and down and I shiver again. Without warning, he nudges his nose against my clit. I moan loud and arch my back, Steve taking that as his chance to completely delv his tongue into my pussy. I sit up swiftly and grab onto his long locks, my eyes screwing shut.
“Fuck, Steve. Ugh...I” I moaned, not being about to compile a sentence. I can feel him smirk down in my core, because I feel him remove his lips and I sigh at the loss of feeling.
“Don’t worry, peach, i’m not done, just lay back and relax.” He says sweetly, leaning me back onto the bed. His tongue reconnects with my core and I let out a deep breath. My hands start to fist the sheets, while Steve’s come up and start to toy with my nipples. Each numb between two of his fingers, twisting and turning in his grasp. I start to push closer to his mouth, wanting release. Steve could clearly tell I wanted more, so he switched positions once more.
“You taste so amazing baby. But I know you want more. You want my fingers to fuck you?” He said, his eyes dark.
“Yes, Captain.” I whisper.
Steve smirks and takes his first two fingers and slowly inserts them past my velvet folds.
“Jesus, Steve.” I moan loudly.
He adds one more finger and starts to pump in and out, as his thumb comes up and starts to play with my clit, rubbing it furiously in circles. His other hand still plucking and pulling at my nipple, his mouth coming down and pulling the other one inside, licking and sucking at the puckered numb. With all my most sensitive areas getting some serious attention, I felt a knot in my stomach, knowing what was happening.
“Steve… i’m coming.” I mumbled. He breathed out and sped up. “Come on, baby, come for me sweetie, cream all over my fingers.” He spoke, mouth still attached to my chest. With Steve’s encouragement, I let go and moaned so loud, I was sure everyone in the hotel could hear me. Steve retreated from my body, feeling his fingers lose contact with me and watch him suck his fingers into his mouth. He smiles and leans down and kisses me again.
“You taste yourself, babygirl? So good.” I shove my tongue in his mouth, tasting the saltiness inside. Steve wraps one arm around my back and pulls me close, my arms wrapping around his neck once again and his other hand went down to pump his already hard cock. He pumped it a few times, letting some pre-cum spill out, before starting to slide it up and down my folds. I pulled back from the kiss and nuzzled my head into his neck, leaning up to suck his ear into my mouth. Steve groaned, giving my ass a little squeeze and started to push inside me but only a little bit before pulling back, teasing me.
“Steve, please. I need you… wan’ you inside me, now.” I whispered in his ear.
“Such a needy girl, aren’t we? Waited so long for this, don’t wanna wait any longer to fuck you.” He said. And with that, he pushed all the way into me, bottoming out. I let out the most pornographic moan, my nails scratching along Steve’s back, making him groan “fuck”, making him fuck me faster, hips snapping back and fourth. “Got such a tight little pussy, christ. So addicted to you.” I could feel how hard he was working from the sweat dripping from his forehead onto mine.
And then I felt the familiar knot again. “Steve, it’s… again.” I could only get out.
“Yeah? You gotta another one for me? C’mon baby, you can do it. I’m gonna come with you, sweetheart.” Steve said. He put both his hands on my ass and started to push me closer so he could get farther into me, hitting my g-spot and I lost it again, coming undone all over his cock, letting out one last good moan, sure we were going to get a complaint and not be welcome back. Steve follows suit shortly after, as I felt his hot strings squirting inside me.
I let out deep breaths, eyes fluttering shut, my head hitting the pillow. Steve huffed a few times, kissing me on the forehead and then starting to pull out. He only pulls out halfway before stopping. I open my eyes to look at him.
“What?” I question.
“You’re bleeding. Fuck, did i hurt you, baby? Was it too rough?” He says, slowly pulling the rest of the way out before climbing up to the top of the bed and looking at me, hands holding my head in between, looking at me for an answer.
“No, no I'm fine, Steve, everything’s fine.” I smile.
“What do you mean it’s fine? You’re bleeding, it’s not fine, somethings wrong.” He starts to panic.
“Steve… Steve!! Nothing’s wrong it’s okay, I know what it is!”
Steve looks at me confused. “What?”
“I’m bleeding because… that was my first time.” I said.
“You’re...what?”
“M-my first time.” I said again, getting nervous. “I’m a… was a… virgin.”
Steve looked at me in disbelief, getting off the bed.
“Why didn't you say anything.” He said, staring at me from the end of the bed.
“Because. I wanted you for so long, for more than just sex. I never knew how to bring it up to you. And then, being so worried about you tonight and seeing you naked. I knew it was the perfect way to start. And I knew if you knew I was a virgin, you would have stopped.” I confessed. Steve sat back down on the bed but still at the foot.
“I’m so happy you feel the same way I do, but, y-you should have said something about being a virgin. We could have made it special, made it romantic.” He stumbled.
I wrapped the blanket from the bed around me and crawled to the end and sar close to Steve.
“How? How could it have been romantic? We are fugitives, Steve. We can’t stay in some 5 star hotel with a heart shaped bed and silk sheets with roses and champagne. And with Sam and Nat here all the time. That is a turn off.” I laughed. “Tonight was romantic, because it was with you. I never wanted it to be anyone else. As long as I have you, it would be like a honeymoon, no matter where we are.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his forehead to mine. “I just want you.”
“I just want you too.” Steve said, kissing me but more romantic and less urgent this time. After a few seconds, Steve got up and walked to the bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth. He whipped my face before cleaning up the blood from my lower part and then his. He turns all the lights off and switches on the tv at a low volume. He pulls back the bed covers and pulls me into his arms and I lay my head on his hairy chest and we get comfortable in the bed, ready for sleep.
“I love you.” Steve whispers and kisses the top of my head.
“I love you more.” I said, giving his peck a little peck.
“Go to sleep my sweet girl. We have a lot of time to make up for.”
