#steve rogers reader

All I needed was to know she was okay. A message had come through - someone had gotten pretty hurt in the factory that was supposed to be abandoned, and all I needed was to know she wasn’t the one who would need medical assistance.

One glance. One glance and I’d leave.

It seemed to take hours for the quinjet to appear on the horizon, and then stop at the tower. The seconds it took for the door to open were the worst torture I ever had to endure. Finally - finally - the ramp was down and there they were - the soldiers and my girlfriend, who was helping someone out of the ship by keeping one of their arms over her shoulder while Natasha did the same with the other one.

So she wasn’t the one hurt.

Good.

Not bearing to stand there for even a second longer, I turned on my heels and left, but not without catching a glance of her expression as realization hit her about how I was feeling.

It was nothing compared to how I’d been these last three weeks.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I was expecting him to be angry, of course. That much is understandable. I knew I’d screwed up, the guilt had weighed heavily on me after the first night. But it’s not like I could go back or reach out to him in any way.

I just didn’t expect this approach to my screw up. The radio silence. The lack of… well, anything.

I thought he would be pissed, but I expected him to yell at me, not avoid me. I tried to tell myself he’d be waiting for me at my floor, knowing I needed to help Smith to the medical floor, but when I opened the door to find an empty apartment, I wasn’t really that surprised.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I forced myself to go through the motions of my routine before I decided on the best course of action to make it up to Steve. Deciding to pretend nothing had happened was probably dumb, but I didn’t know what else to do by the time I was ready for bed, and I definitely didn’t want to infuriate him further by avoiding him completely.

So when I walked into his apartment, I went directly to his lap, having found him sitting on the sofa, pretending to watch some movie. 

I say pretending because it was clear by the way his biceps bulged and his jaw clenched that he was as far from relaxed as it was possible. So I figured I had the perfect way to help him.

“Hey there,” I grinned, rubbing myself against his crotch. “I missed you.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. A scoff escaped his lips, and although it initially shocked me - I’d never seen Steve act this way, much less with me - I wasn’t about to give up now.

“I’m so happy to be back.” I was trying very hard to flirt with him, but he wasn’t giving me anything. Well, that wasn’t really the truth. I did get a scoff and an eye roll, but Steve, stubborn as ever, still insisted on ignoring me, eyes fixated on the TV, as if I wasn’t even there.

“C’mon, now!” I complained. “I thought you had missed me.” That got me a reaction, but it was very clearly the wrong thing to say. A hand wrapped around my hair and pulled me back, his lips very close to mine, but still not touching my skin.

“Do you have any idea what it was like to look for you, only to learn you’d ran off to a mission without so much as a goodbye?” I shivered at the pain I could hear in his voice, the hurt that was visible in his eyes. “What if you had died there? How did you think I would feel?”

I never considered the possibility, of course. I didn’t even intended it to take that long. It was supposed to be a quick recon mission, a possibility of finding about Bucky’s whereabouts, but as the days passed and I realized I had no way of contacting Steve, I grew gloomier and gloomier, certain I would meet my end without kissing him one last time.

I just hadn’t stopped to think he would have been feeling much the same, without any of the certainties I had about his whereabouts.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice it?” He insisted, brushing some strands that had been covering my face so they’d be gathered in the fake ponytail he was using to hold me. “Did you think I wouldn’t miss you?”

I knew better than to answer that. But as Steve finally gave me the attention I wanted, I felt the indisputable wetness that he provoked so easily in me start to gather against the thin fabric of my shorts, and the hardness that his body provided was too much for my poor mind to hold back from a habit that was all-too-carved in me.

I rocked my cunt against his hard-on instinctively, biting my lip as I prayed he wouldn’t notice, knowing he already had. “Then punish me,” I quietly begged, because it was the only thing I could think to offer right then - the only option that would give me what I needed, even though it wouldn’t be exactly how I wanted it. “C’mon, Steve. I really am sorry.”

But he had already made up his mind. “It’s too late to apologize now.” His beautiful face was all hard lines as he sentenced me to my fate. “Go to sleep,” he ordered, at the very least nodding towards the bedroom the three of us had been sharing since that night so many moons ago. “I need some space.”

My hand hung low as I resigned myself to the fate he was prescribing me. Climbing down from his lap, I made my way towards the bedroom, my feet dragging against the floor because I hoped he would stop him.

As I threw him one last glance from over my shoulder, I realized that wasn’t happening. He was going to force me to be as alone as I’d made him be, and I couldn’t really say that I blamed him.

But try as I might, I couldn’t sleep. 

How could I? I’d grown accustomed to the weight of his body dipping the mattress beside me It was the reason why I couldn’t close my eyes during the entire mission, the reason why I was so dead tired and intended to sleep for 24h straight.

And yet, I couldn’t find it in me to do just that. Not when he was so close to me, and might as well have been a thousand times apart. He said he wanted to be alone, but I couldn’t handle being away from him. Not anymore. 

Throwing the sheets out of the way, I patted my way back towards the living room, finding Steve exactly as I’d left him, eyes fixated on the game even though his body was so tense, it was obvious that he wasn’t actually watching it.

“Please, come to bed,” I begged, knowing he’d heard me approach, forcing myself to stay back at least initially, in the hopes he’d come to me. When he remained silent, I knew we were still a long way from him ever forgiving me.

He was determined to ignore me, and he was well in his right. But that didn’t mean I had to just sit back and let him sulk and pout forever.

I had my own methods of getting Steve to forgive me, and I was going to take full advantage of it.

“C’mon, Captain…” I approached him carefully, trying to make the slow movement as sensuous as possible. The fact that I was only wearing one of his shirts was hopefully helping my intent as I made my way towards him, until I was close enough to climb on his lap.

He didn’t oppose it, which I counted as a win.

But he didn’t really acknowledge me either, so I knew I had to step it up.

“I missed you, Stevie…” I breathed out against his cheek, rubbing myself against the very hard outline of a cock I was desperate to feel inside of me. “Your little slut missed you…” At the sound of the degrading word falling from my lips, his cock twitched underneath me. It was the sign that I needed to keep going despite his lack of explicit enthusiasm.

“I missed your big cock stretching me open,” I confessed, trying not to pant despite how fantastic the little stimulation of dragging my pussy against his jeans felt after weeks without any sort of release. “You make me feel so good… You always make me feel so good, baby.”

His arm jolted up instinctively before he could force it down again, but I understood what he wanted. So I pulled his hand towards the apex of my thighs, forcing his fingers to swipe through my wetness as I bit my lip to stop a smile from brightening my expression.

I should be looking remorseful, not proud of myself from getting the tiniest reaction from my boyfriend.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I pressed, desire dripping onto his palm just from having his fingers touching me somewhat. I couldn’t feel embarrassed by how much I needed him. I couldn’t stop until he forgave me.

He helped me get his jeans down by lifting his hips, but the second his cock was released, he was back against the couch like nothing was happening. But that was okay. His member - red and leaking - told me a different story, the story I needed to hear that evening.

Taking him in my pussy after so long without any sort of stretch was painful, but the sort of pain that I’d been aching to feel ever since I left.

“Oh, fuck.” It was so deep inside of me, I could feel it in my stomach. Usually, Steve would take a hold of my hips to prevent me from hurting myself on his length. But since I wanted to be destroyed by him, I’d take care of it myself.

Tonight, this dick was mine.

My moans were loud as they reverberated on the almost silent living room. “Don’t you like fucking my little pussy, Stevie?” I tried to get him to talk as I rode him with all I had, ignoring how my thigh muscles felt like they were burning. “Don’t you love filling me up with your cum until I’m dripping of you?”

I heard his breath hitch on his throat, despite how quiet the sound was. I hadn’t expected it - I didn’t think I would be able to make Steve vulnerable when he was fully well-guarded, break through his walls with just the power of my hips.

It got to me. And by the time I realized it, the tears were already running down my cheeks. “Please,” I whispered, rubbing my nose on his face, hands on his shoulders to find the grip I needed to keep riding him. “Please, kiss me.”

When he still didn’t give me what I so desperately needed, I insisted, “Doesn’t… Doesn’t it feel good?” I was breathless now, but all Steve released in acknowledgement were pants. It almost seemed like he didn’t even recognize we were together.

That was the worst kind of punishment. I needed him. Needed him to tell me I was doing it right, needed him to pull me back on his cock and give it to me good, just that little bit harder than I was able to do it by just pushing myself up and falling down on his lap again and again.

I missed hearing his little sounds of pleasure, the confirmations that he was enjoying this, enjoying being with me, just as much as I was. “I promise…” My words were interrupted by a moan when his cock rubbed the sweet spot I was hardly ever able to find by myself. “I promise I’ll never be that bad again, Stevie… Just please, please, fuck me.”

Too tired to keep moving, I relented and started to rub myself against him again, still keeping his cock inside of me. It wasn’t the same, but it was all I could do with his lack of effort and my vulnerability, which was tearing me up from the inside.

“You’re so beautiful, Stevie…” It was the last thing I was able to whisper, head falling forward to rest my forehead on his chest, and for a second, the world stood still. Although I was clenching around him from the abrupt stop, exhaustion had gotten the best of me, and I couldn’t keep moving anymore.

We remained there for a while, him still pretending I wasn’t there and me thinking back on the stupid thing I’d done. I was about to start crying, when suddenly, his hands seized my hips, holding me down and forcing me to keep grinding myself on him.

“You don’t get to do this,” he said, even though I could barely comprehend it. “You don’t get to go away and risk your life, leave me suffering, and then come back and act as if nothing happened.”

He pulled me up until I was on my knees, just the tip of his cock keeping me open to him. I tried to say something, anything that could possibly justify the mistake I’d made, but then he slammed me back down on his dick, effectively making me forget how to speak.

“I missed hearing your voice first thing in the morning.” It was his turn to speak now, I realized, and held onto his shoulders for dear life as Steve punished me for the pain I’d caused him by fucking me hard and rough - just the way I’d missed. “I missed everything about you, and you think you can just come back home and all will be forgiven?”

I started shaking my head - the only thing I could think to do, but then he grabbed my face, fingers pressing my cheeks and forcing my lips into a pout because it wasn’t enough. Of course, it wasn’t enough.

His face was blank as he ordered, “Promise me you won’t break my heart again. Promise.” Hearing the pain in his voice made me finally understand the hell I’d put him through, and I nodded, trying to say as best as I could, considering the grip he had on me, “I promise.”

We reached our highs together, him and I coming at the same time. I was still resting my face on his chest, trying to catch my breath when his hand tentatively came up on my back, slowly starting to rub circles over it.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, bringing tears into my eyes - tears of guilt. As exhausted as I was post-mission and post-sex, I knew I couldn’t go to sleep until I made him understand that, “You will never lose me.”

And with a deep, sensuous kiss, I sealed that promise.

“What did she do?” We both froze as we heard Bucky’s voice from behind me. Now, Steve had taken it easy, compared to what Bucky would do if he learned about what had happened.

You were practically jumping with joy at the prospect of seeing him again in 2 days.

You had so much to talk about, so much to discuss.

You had actually received 2 offers - the first, and more lucrative one, was a big pharmaceutical company based abroad and the other one, which you were going to accept,was in the city

You were so excited to share the news with Steve, who was worried you would leave since you had no reason to stay after completing your degree.

You couldn't really announce that HE was the biggest incentive to stay here because 1.Your mother and sister would reprimand you - they had high hopes for you and your career. 2. Steve and you were not officially a couple.

IEven after the kiss.

Not for lack of trying from your end. The first thing you wanted to discuss after he landed and called you was the kiss.

-------- About a year ago.

"Hey sweetheart. I just landed and called as p..."

"Why did you kiss me?"

You didn't even wait for him to finish. This was important. The kiss was all you could think about. You were in a daze. It unlocked the doors to a side you didn't know existed.

There was a short pause on Steve's end and then you heard those heartbreaking words.

"I wish I hadn't done that"

You could hear your heart shatter into pieces. He didn't mean to. Then why..

Steve realised what he said and rushed to add

"I wish I hadn't done it the way I did. I should have taken you out on a date. Really, truly tell you what's in my heart. Why I drove for hours to have mediocre beer for so long..."

"Hey, we pride ourselves in that beer. My fellow college kids love that stuff"

You heard Steve chuckle.. There was a pause before he continued.

"Look, I already fucked up once, I won't do it again. Let me come back. I want to do this right - when I can see your beautiful face and afterwards hold you in my arms. No rushed kissing at the airport security" Steve was determined.

"I could live with that and just for the record, I am glad you kissed me, makes me regret all the time we wasted not doing exactly that"

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Nat's flight had arrived and you were to meet her at the baggage claim.

Being at the airport again reminded you of the kiss. The thought made you blush. You could not wait for Steve to come back so you could jump his bones.

Yes, that is what you wanted to do. Let him take you apart. The thought of him touching you had driven you crazy enough times in the past.

Just 2 more days.

You saw Nat's fiery red hair as she weaved her way to you.

She was here in the city to meet you but you both had your own agenda.

She wanted to see James while you wanted Nat to meet Steve. She was so important to you and you really wanted to introduce Steve to her. So what you were not officially dating but at this point, it really didn't mean anything. You both were in a long distance relationship as far as you were concerned.

Nat hugged you and kissed your cheek so multiple times.

"I have missed you so much, peanut" She said while hugging you tight.

"I missed you too apple"

"What have I said about calling me apple?" Nat stepped back and mock-glared at you.

"And what have I said about apple and peanut butter being perfect together" you glared back at her.

She cracked a smile "I will...."

She stopped mid sentence and looked at something over your shoulder.

You turned around to witness a sight that would change your life forever.

About 60 meters away , you saw the unmistakable figure of James Barnes, with his lips attached to one WANDA MAXIMOFF.

You knew Nat had seen that but that's not the sight that killed you.

Standing right next to him was Steve Rogers, who was supposed to be back 2 days later, with Sharon's arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder.

Was this a joke. Why did Steve lie to you...

You stopped your internal ramblings and turned to face Nat who now had tears in her eyes.

She quickly grabbed your hand and started walking in the opposite direction.

"Nat the exit is on the other side" you had to remain level headed.

"I can't face him right now. We will hide in the washrooms till they leave" with that, Nat kept marching towards the washroom

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"This is not how I planned for our reunion to be" Nat had been crying non stop since you came home.

After hiding in the washroom for a good 15 minutes, you and Nat had made your way home after making sure the coast was clear.

"Why did you hide? That asshole should have known you had seen him and so should Maximoff" you were appalled with Nat's behaviour. She had always been feisty.

And said what "Hey Maximoff, your fiance, claims to be in love with me. A penniless girl who can give him nothing?"

"What?" You hadn't missed the sparkling ring on Wanda's finger's either.

"Oh c'mon Y/n, you can't be that naive. These people, relationships are business deals for them. Wanda comes from a royal family. She brings in a fortune, a big family name and wealth with her. Nat got up from the couch and started pacing the room " What am I. How would James introduce me to his family and friends 'Hey guys, meet Natasha, Stark's chef's daughter"

Stark's chef's daughter..Stark's chef's daughter..Stark's chef's daughter..

Steve's words from all those years ago.

That's all you were too.

Stark's chef's daughter.

You wanted to laugh at yourself for thinking you were anything else to him.

You hadn't met any of his friends, he never asked you out on a date. Sure, you kissed, but that was exactly what he said it was "a mistake". You were a fool to not connect the dots. Steve and Sharon were always together when you were kids. Steve started hanging out with you around the same time Sharon had left for higher studies or whatever James had told Nat. You were a plaything for him, just like your sister was for James.

But you won't sit and wallow here for an asshole who made you feel insignificant.

And you won't let Nat do that either.

"Make him regret it" you said  out loud.

"What?" Nat stopped her pacing.

"Make him regret ever doing this to you" you jumped from your position on the couch and went to grab your laptop " We are going home. I still have that talent agent's number saved somewhere"

You were determined. You will make sure James regretted the day he did this to your sister. You would make sure it haunted him every day and he felt the pain that your sister feels right now.

Even if you couldn't bear to hurt Steve.

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Steve's POV

This was becoming unbearable.

As soon as Sharon and his welcome home party, hosted by the Roger's and Barnes' was over, Steve would break up with Sharon.

Even if Bucky, his best friend since they were kids, would stop talking to him. Even Mr. and Mrs. Barnes who considered him as their own son would hate him. Even if his own parents would be disappointed in him.

He couldn't be with Sharon. How could he, when you had his heart. Hell, you were his heart. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to break up with Sharon and then ask you out on a date. Slowly, cement his way in your heart and then tell you all he has been feeling since he was a teen.

The first day he caught you with a book at Maximoff's house all those years ago.

And now, after being away from you for a year. He was finally going to tell you how much he loved you. You were his entire world, his heart, his soul.

But first, Steve wanted to break up with Sharon.

He couldn't do this to you or Sharon.

Even if he didn't love Sharon, she didn't deserve this. Their father's agreed on this match since they were children, Uncaring of the fact that said children may want someone else. Sharon was thrown into this as much as Steve was. Sure, she took it better than he did but that didn't change the fact that they were both robbed of this choice.

Steve made sure he didn't meet his Y/n again until after he broke things off with Sharon, specially after the kiss.

He promised himself he would spend 24 hours kissing her the next time he saw her.

And the next 24, doing much, much more.

But he needed to break things off with Sharon first.

That is why he made sure he visited only when you were away, making it look like coincidence when it was not.

Everything was falling into place now.

He would break up with Sharon and then he would take you out for a proper date.

And then he would keep you forever.

Right now? Right now all he wanted to do was pry Sharon's arms off of her and maintain arm's length distance but he had to put on a front for the sake of all the guests.

He was so glad his Y/n wouldn't have to see this.

Some time later

"Steve, where did you run off to. Mom and dad are looking for you. They have an important announcement to make." Steve turned around to face Sharon.

He had been trying to call you for 2 hours now. This was unlike you and he was starting to panic. What if something had happened to you? He had to go see you. Maybe he could call Gamora.

"Cmon, it's important" Sharon all but dragged him along.

"Ah there they are" It was Mr. Barnes with a microphone "My future son in law and the apple of my eye, my lovely daughter"

Steve stood there with his mouth hanging open while Sharon stood next to him, trying her best to contain her smile.

"We wanted to officially announce today that my son and the beautiful Sharon are to be engaged  1 month from now at the Crown" this was Steve's father now.

He couldn't believe it. How could they. No warning. No opinions. No choice.

The constant flashing of cameras brought Steve out of his furious trance. He glared at his father and Mr. Barnes but before he could storm off he felt his mother's hand on his arms.

"Keep smiling baby, I know this is sudden. I didn't know either. I will speak to your father but please stay, for my sake"

It took all of Steve's willpower to keep his anger in check and smile for the cameras.

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"I am so pissed you didn't tell me but congratulations man" Sam patted Steve's back.

"Don't!I am not getting engaged to Sharon. I don't love her" Steve was standing fuming in a corner.

"whew, then act fast man. The entire world already knows" Sam slid his phone to Steve.

The local news channels, prints, social media. It was overflowing with pictures of him and Sharon announcing their impending engagement.

Steve wanted to throw up.

He was sure it had reached you by now. He had to see you.

Oh what would you think of him. He lied to you. Told you he was not back in the city yet. Told you nothing about him and Sharon.

You must hate him by now. He had to get to you.

He was on his bike and zooming away before Sam could say another word.

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"Baby, please open the door. I can explain '' Steve had been banging on your apartment door for the past 5 minutes not expecting a grumpy Gamora to open the door.

"What do you want. Have you not done enough" he should have expected that to be honest.

"Look Gamora, I can explain. Please just let me see her once" Steve would beg on his knees if he had to.

"I don't know where she went and even If I did. I would never tell you" With that Gamora slammed the door in his face.

"I will break that pretty noes of you knock again"

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"Please I am begging you, please tell me where she is?" Steve was back in Asgard. He asked Loki, Thor, Clint, everyone but all of them refused to tell him anything.

So here he was, 7 days since he heard your voice, back in the bar. He stayed there from right when it opened to when they closed, always asking anyone he could where his girl was and looking to see if she came in for her shift.

He hadn't seen her once. Where was she?

"Can I get you anything?" There was a new girl.

"Who are you?" Steve slurred. Was he seeing things. Asgard had hired someone new.

"Um, My name is Peggy. It's my first day today"

"They hired someone else. Are you Y/n's replacement" Steve was appalled. These people gave his baby's job to someone else. He will fucking buy this place and fire everyone.

"Oh, are you a friend of Y/n? She doesn't work here anymore. I heard she got a fancy new Job and left the country '' Peggy chirped, trying to strike up a conversation with the handsome man.

What she didn't know was that Steve was not listening to her anymore. His ears were ringing the moment she uttered his girl had left the country.

His girl had left him.

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"Hi Mrs. L/N, is Natasha home" Steve had never spoken to Mrs. L/N before. He never had to but right now he was desperate.

" Oh hello there dear, come on in and have a seat. I will get Natasha for you"

The house looked..lived in. There was a worn couch, an old TV and a faded rug.

There were pictures adorning the walls.

He could spot Y/n in one of them. Her cute, adorable self, smiling at him.

"That's Y/n, she was 5 in this one. Always so lively" Nat spoke from behind him

"Oh hello Natasaha, how are you" Steve had never seen her like this. Red eyes, swollen face. As if she had been crying for days

Natsha laughed, a humorless dry sound " How do you expect me to be. James didn't expect this did he"

Steve's brows furrowed, what was that supposed to mean?

Nat eyed him for a few seconds and then blinked.

"You aren't here for me. You are here for Y/n." Nat spoke knowingly.

"I knew something was going on but I was so lost in my own grief that I didn't see my sister's. Of course, YOU would be the Steve who was always texting her when she was home for the holidays. Stupid, Stupid me" Nat was speaking more to herself now.

"Could you please tell me where she is. I will go to any corner of the world. Please, I am begging you" Steve would go his knees if he had to

Nat laughed again, in the same dead tone.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first thing Steve did when he managed to get me inside his room was strip me completely naked, and after a few minutes of forcing me to endure his burning gaze on my exposed body, fall to his knees and pull me to accept his body between my legs.

“St-Steve!” I admonished, trying to get out of the position, knowing the cum he had deposited inside of me was going to drip on his face any second now. But all I got was a harsh slap on my ass, Steve’s blunt nails carving half-moon indentations on my skin when he secured my hips, making sure to push my legs as far away as they could get before he sat me down on his mouth. “Shit, Captain! Sorry.”

“You think you can pretend to be all coy and shy now, sweetheart?” He mocked, perfect soft lips already prying my lower ones open and he used his tongue to scoop up his own cum from inside of me, catching me by surprise. I was so surprised, in fact, that I lost control of my own leg muscles, and would have fallen face-first on the floor if it weren’t for Steve still keeping me up by his grip on my hips.

“You can’t play that innocent act with me anymore, princess. Not when you let me fuck you in a bar’s bathroom. Not when you were so eager to milk me dry.” I moaned just from hearing the good old Captain America saying such nasty things from between my legs. It felt like a dream - a dirty, too-good-to-be-true dream, and I loved every second of it.

On the off chance that this whole thing had been just a figment of my imagination, I wanted to make the most out of it. I wasn’t one for lucid dreams, so I didn’t know when it would be the next time I’d get this sort of fun again.

If it was truly happening, then, that’s why I needed to cherish every single second of this experience. There was no part of me that believed I’d be able to lay with Steve freaking Rogers again after tonight. This was purely the result of hurt ego and adrenaline that was most likely still running through his body from the mission he’d been on for the last few weeks. He hadn’t had a release in a while and it was purely the combination of luck and being in the right place, at the right time, that had allowed me to cherish this opportunity. I wouldn’t fake myself into believing any differently.

Steve hummed as he tasted the combination of himself and my wetness. It felt downright depraved, and it only served to get me even wetter for him. “We taste so good together, honey. I don’t think I’ll ever want to eat my cum without yours.”

What the fuck was going on? Who was this person? I just couldn’t believe Steve was actually saying stuff like that. Through the gasps that revealed just how out of breath that situation had made me, I forced myself to let out a raspy, “You do that often?”

It made Steve laugh, still otherwise occupied with licking my wetness away, sometimes humming in a way that let me believe he truly was deeply appreciative of my taste. “You truly have no idea,” he mused, only making even more curious.

Steve’s P.O.V.

Shit, she was perfect. I was so glad her little slip up had given me the perfect opportunity to rail her in the bathroom of that bar because now that I had known how she felt and what she tasted like, there was no way I would ever let her go. And I knew just who would love this development.

“When Bucky gets home, I’m sure he’ll keep my face stuffed in your pussy, licking our remnants to clean you up before he fucks you.” This was a calculated move. I knew exactly what I was doing as I said those words and pried her lower lips open with two of my fingers, prepared to feel her clench around my tongue as she realized what I was implying.

“B-Bucky?” She repeated, and I could only chuckle against her wetness as she writhed over me. So sweet, both in taste and in personality. I can see why he had fallen for her. Such a pretty little thing, so unaware of her allure.

“Oh yeah, darling. You have no idea how badly he has wanted you.” Finally leaving her pussy to watch her face as she tried to get a grip over what I was telling, I pushed two of my fingers in her hole, listening for the sopping sounds my thrusts made as I continued my taunts.

  “He’s been talking about fucking you ever since you started working at the tower, sweetheart. I was the one who originally opposed it because I didn’t think you’d be up for the things we’d like to do to you… But tonight, you’ve gone ahead and turned the tables on me, haven’t you? Thinking I was the innocent one, when you’re always walking around so cutely in dresses like the one I ripped from you,” tsking, I continued, “He would have loved you in that dress, such a shame you won’t be able to wear it anymore. But I’ll buy a new one, and then you’ll let him fuck you in it, won’t you, princess? You’ll be our good girl now, huh?” I watched her orgasm hit her right before my eyes, grinning from ear to ear as I kept my movements quick and harsh against the spot that made her try to escape me. Shame, I’d never let her go.

“You’re aching for it, aren’t you, darling? Desperate to feel both of our cocks in your tiny holes, filling you from both ends. Maybe you’ll even take two at once, huh? Can’t wait to play with you until you’re so used to our cocks we’ll just slide right in, princess.” Now my cock was throbbing, desperate to fill her up with more cum so I could just lick it all off again later. So, albeit reluctantly, I got up and grabbed her by the hips, throwing her on the bed before turning her around and raising her fantastic ass up.

“I think I’ll fuck you like this again. Keep grabbing this ass so I can leave my mark in it, just like I left my cum in you.” I slapped it once, watching it bounce as my handprint quickly appeared on her soft skin. Then, I yanked her up by her hair, just so I could whisper in her ear.

“Beg me for my cock, c’mon. Beg me to fill this pretty pussy.” I loved how every little thing I did left her whiny and out of breath, not to mention absolutely dripping on my bed. Perhaps she truly wasn’t prepared for all we’d do to her, but I could see now that leaving her completely mad with desire was more than half of the fun. 

“Fuck me, Captain! Please! Please, I need your cock. I need it so bad.” The pure, unadulterated need in her voice had me groaning, and I finally stopped stroking myself to push her down again before finally spearing her with my cock. It felt like ages since our fuck in the bathroom, and feeling her tight walls struggle to adjust to my thickness was torture in the best possible way.

“I can’t wait to choke you with my cock later,” I warned as I began fucking her. It didn’t take long for her arms to falter, and she fell head first on the mattress, but I didn’t stop, simply adjusted myself so I’d be laying on top of her.

“You say that like you’ll still want me.” I snorted, biting her in warning. Although I did understand where her insecurity came from, the idea of her being nothing more than a one night stand felt so ludicrous, it was impossible to keep myself from laughing as I secured her arms by her head, slowing my movements but deepening them.

“Darling, I didn’t watch Bucky cum over and over again while screaming your name only to fuck you twice and ignore you the next day. Oh no. This is how you’re going to be now, every single day for the rest of your life: filled by me or Bucky or both of us at the same time. So you better get used to the idea, and soon.”