#stevexreader

Steve took a step back, his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared directly at your waist where the skin was still showing. You pulled your shirt down, a blush creeping up your neck. "You never called," his eyes slowly moved up you, leaving a trail of fire as he locked his gaze with yours.

"Was that something I was supposed to do? Call? After you ran out like I had just given you the worst news of your life?" You scoffed, pulling the small stylus brush from the container. You cleaned off the needle of the record player and held it up in front of him, "Problem solved. That simple." The scratching noise had ceased and now the music was playing as normal.

"Come on, don't do that."

"Do what exactly?"

"Talk to me like everyone else does, like I'm an idiot." He took a step toward you, leaving you no choice but to back against the table.

"You know I don't think that. You know good and well what I think about you." And he did. The two of you had been seeing each other for quite some time now. You hadn't told anyone of course because who cared about that type shit when the world was ending? It didn't matter if anyone else knew, you cared about Steve and that wasn't anyone's business but yours. The last time you had been with him you sat on top of him, hips moving at a frantic pace as you stupidly confessed your love to him. He hadn't said anything back but that was okay, you never expected him to. He wasn't one to vocalize his feelings because he had been raised not to. Although you had tried to show him it was okay to feel things your intention of telling him wasn't to hear it back. However you hadn't expected him to grab his clothes and leave before he was even full dressed after the two of you had finished.

Even though it hurt and you were mad as hell you couldn't stop your body from reacting to him being this close. Your body was a traitor and it made you curse silently.

"That's not fair, Newby," he said, calling you by your last name like he always did. It was infuriating. All these months, over a full year actually, of whispered sighs and shared nights and you couldn't ever recall him using your first name.

You planted your hands firmly on his chest, "A lot of things aren't fair. You didn't have to run. I never expected you to say it back." You tried to push him away so you could unpin your body from the table but his hands were fast.

He gripped your wrists and tilted his head down, hovering a few inches from yours, "I don't love you." Even though the words hurt you had expected that. With everything going on you had known you were a distraction for him and he had made it clear from the beginning that's all he wanted. It was unfair to want to him to change. "That's what I kept telling myself. I kept repeating it to myself like some sort of mantra. I remember the first time I tasted you, it was right after the fair."

Your breath hitched, cheeks turning pink. You remembered it too. Even though Hawkins had split like a fucking apple the town still managed to host the Fun Fair. At that point you and Steve had been spending time together around WSQK and the your house after the Byers returned home from California. After your dad had died you got the car and the house but it was hard to be lonely so you spent a lot of time with the Byers. When they moved to California you had decided to stay behind which had been a good call since Joyce had sold the house and they needed a place to stay when they had come back. Everyone had flooded to your house which meant everyone in the group was spending a lot of time there including Steve.

Everyone, literally every single one in the group had decided to go to the Fun Fair with the exception of El and Hopper of course. You and Steve had been spending more and more time together but something at the Fair had changed everything. The two of you had gotten on the Ferris wheel together and once you were stopped at the top you could feel yourself becoming nervous. “I don't think I like heights," you had told Steve.

"Don't look down then, just focus on me," he had taken your hand in his, squeezing softly. You stared at him, nearly dumbfounded. You had been attracted to him, anyone would be crazy to not be. But, you would have never thought he was attracted to you as well. Your breath hitched as his headed dipped closer to yours and his lips brushed your neck. "You have no idea how long you've been driving me absolutely crazy," you had blushed and he kissed your cheek before kissing your lips softly. He had been so gentle but you were hungry and could feel he was too. The moment you two had made it off the ride you had left the fair even though you hadn't been there an hour.

The two of you had made it back to your house and the rest was history. It was the start of frequent secret meetings that ended with both of you breathless and a mess. "I remember it like it was yesterday," you confessed finally breaking your silence.

"I didn't know what it was like to truly crave someone. After that night it was like I couldn't get enough of you. Every thought I had was of you. My hands in your hair, your legs wrapped around me… At first I thought that's all it was. Just me wanting you. Some sort of lust filled haze. But then there was the nights you'd lay next to me, reading your stupid freaky books out loud and then the next night I would miss it. I wanted to hear your voice and also know about what was going to happen next. I was caring about things I had never cared about before. I mean me? Stephen King? Who would have thought, ya know. But it was, you were in everything. Every color, every moment of the day it was you. Us. That fucking scared me. Everyone I have ever loved has left. Even my fucking parents."

You softened but you couldn't let this excuse what he had done to you. "That isn't fair, Steve. I've lost people that I've loved too. I lost my dad, my mother left when I was baby. My grandparents are dead. All I had were Joyce, Will and Jonathan and they took off to California"

"But they came back," he interrupted before you could finish.

"That isn't the point. They still left, don't you get it? They only came back because they had to, not because of me. I know they love me but I've been left too. It isn't an excuse to push people away. You've been spent this past year so angry with Dustin for pushing you away but don't you get it? You are doing that to. You are pushing him away all the same and me. You think you have it all figured out but you don't. You said you wanted a distraction, something to take your mind off al the shit going on and I believe that but that isnt true. There's been nights you begged me to stay, to hold you, you never said love but that's what you wanted was for me to love you. Maybe you were just wanting it from anyone, maybe it didn't matter if it were me but,"

Steve shook his head, stopping you before you could finish, "That's not true. Maybe at first it was but it's not. I left because I'm a fucking coward. As soon as I walked out the door I wanted to turn back around and redo it all but I had already fucked up. I was so scared to come back and see how I'd hurt you. I want you, I need you, Newby." Steve had your chin held between his thumb and finger. It felt like he was staring into your soul. I understand that now, I didn't before but I do now. I love you and I would rather love you and experience this now and get hurt later if it's inevitable than walk away and not know your love."

"Steve," your voice was barely a whisper and your hands was now fisting his shirt, pulling him flush against you. "I'm not going anywhere. I thought you figured that out by now, Harrington."

Steve crushed his lips against yours. It was ravenous the way he worked against you. You had no time to catch your breath as he picked you up, sitting you on the desk. "I love you," he said for the second time. He said it a third time as he slid your skirt up.

"Steve! We can't do this here," you swatted at him but he sank down to his knees in front of you. He looked up at you through his long lashes, his eyes sparkling like they always did when he looked at you.

"I would do this anywhere, everywhere," he corrected, his fingers hooking around your underwear as he pulled them down slowly. I missed you," he placed a kiss on your inner thigh.

Your breath was shaky just from the thought of what came next. "Steve," you whispered as he pressed him mouth against you. "Fuck," you hissed. He was so good at this. He knew your body like it was something he had studied for years. How could he deny his love for you when he worshipped your body like it was the altar of a goddess he had worshipped his whole life?

His tongue licked up you at an agonizingly slow pace before he stopped to suck against your clit, grazing with his teeth gently. You gasped as he worked a finger inside you. "I love you," he said against you.

Your hands gripped his hair and he groaned causing you to let a moan. He slid a second finger inside and worked you at a quick pace, "Fuck, Steve," was all you could a manage.

"God, you taste like so good," he moved quickly, his tongue lapping you up before he stood, pulling you from the table. He shoved your skirt up further, pushing you against the wall where the shelves of records were stored.

"Here?" You exclaimed nervously as the sound of his belt buckle coming undone made you whine. You knew you'd didn't actually care where he was going to take you. Not with the way your legs naturally parted as you planted your feet apart, arching your back slightly to him.

Steve guided himself to your entrance, rubbing himself back up your slit and back down, pushing inside of you in one quick motion. You groaned, your brain swimming as you adjusted around him. Steve was big and it was always a tight fit at first. However it was the feeling of pure bliss when he started moving inside of you.

Your stomach fluttered as you pushed back against him, your hands gripping the shelves firmly. Steve used a hand to move your hair to one side as he leaned down to kiss your neck, biting softly. "I love you." He was sounding like a broken record but you didn't care. You were consumed with pleasure and your heart was singing with his confession.

You pushed back against him, feeling his cock reach a place inside you no one else had ever been able to. You wanted to say it back but all you could do was whimper as you shoved back hard against him.

"Goddamn," he hissed, biting your neck and sucking hard. "You're mine, I want everyone to know. I don't care, you're mine. I love you."

How was he able to say so much right now? You moaned, nodding your head in agreement, your nails digging into the wood of the shelf. A cassette fell and shattered against the ground but you didn't care. You were so close now. You were at the precipice of all things good right as Steve reached his hand around to rub his fingers right at your center. Your vision went white as you let out a soft scream, your body jerking in his arms.

"Fuck," was all you could say.

Steve kissed you, moving inside you still as your brain tried to shift itself back into working order. You knew he was close because he started to shake against you slightly. You slid forward quickly, turning to sink onto your knees. He groaned as you took him all the way into your throat; something that was difficult a year ago but now you could take him with ease. You felt him release and you swallowed it down. He was pulling you off the floor to kiss you again. He kissed your lips then all over you face, "I love you."

"I know you do, Stevie. I've always known," you said bashfully. He helped you situate your clothing before fixing his own.

The music had stopped which means WSQK was a dead station at this moment. "Come on, we gotta start some music." You fished around for a moment, looking for something to play.

"I already put The Smiths over there," Steve said with a small smile. "I knew you'd wanna hear it when you took over."

You offered a grin before going to start the music back up, "Dance with me?"

I craned my neck to look up at him only to realize he was already looking down at me. “Hi pretty girl” He said, a slow tired smile on his face.

I sighed smiling back at him. “You’re the one who is pretty” I said cupping his face in my hand. “You’ve got long lashes, and your lips are so perfect and kissable” I said leaning up to give him a quick peck. “Your eyebrows are even better than mine, and your nose” I said sighing. “You have such a nice looking nose, I think it might just be my favourite thing about you” I gave it a light tap with the tip of my pointer finger.

I really did love his nose. I had always had a thing for prominent noses and his was just one of those perfect noses. It was proportioned to his face so it wasn’t a feature that you would notice right away. It also happened to feel really good when it would brush against me when he had his face in between my legs. “My nose?” He laughed, interrupting my explicit thoughts for a moment. “Of all things, that’s your favourite?” He went cross eyed in attempt to look at it. “I really don’t think it’s anything special, it’s just a nose, a kind of big one at that”

I sat up and a bit away from him to give his face, and nose, a better more thoughtful look. “It’s not thaaaaat big” “Does it ever get in the way?” He said tilting his head to the side. “In the way of what?” “Anything” He said shrugging. “Does it bother you when we kiss?” “Oh!” I giggled. “Not at all, I like it” I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks and I cleared my throat in attempts to somehow stop the color consuming my face.

“Sometimes I feel like it gets in the way when I’m eating you out” He said casually.

I choked on my spit and coughed into my hand trying to recover from the words he just said. He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly intrigued in my abrupt reaction. “It uh, no, it um, it’s like not that, uh” I tried forming words but I couldn’t. And it didn’t help with him staring at me struggling with his hand planted firmly on my thigh.

He laughed, a smirk forming on his lips. “You like it don’t you?” He said leaning forward so he was closer to me. Lips inches from mine. “You like it when it hits your clit? When I fuck you with my fingers?” His words were slow and deep and he enunciated each of them while staring into my eyes. His own eyes almost black, his pupils heavily dilated. “I um, mmhmm” I said looking down. “Eyes on me princess” He said tilting my head up with his finger under my chin. “Yes, or no” He said. “Give me an answer” “Y-Yes” I stuttered.

He grinned before climbing on top of me so I was now laying on my back. “Good girl”

His kisses were hard and sloppy, desperate to get closer.

His hands roamed my body, squeezing every bit of skin he could until his hand settled on the waistband of my shorts. He leaned back, breaking the kiss, hooking the fingers of both hands in either side of my shorts. Watching me watch him with my chest rising and falling rapidly. “My pretty, pretty girl” He said softly while tugging at my shorts. Lifting my hips slightly so he pull them off easier. Flinging them somewhere in his room he returned to me and I pulled him close to me by wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into the kiss. He leaned back from the kiss a second time and a small whine left my lips. Taking each of my legs placing one on either side of his knees he lifted my shirt and started kissing my stomach. My breasts still covered from the fabric. I rolled my hips slightly hoping for any sort of friction. “Be patient baby” He cooed into my skin. He lowered himself. Now kissing each of my hips before trailing kisses up and down my thighs. I squirmed under him. “Please Steve” I begged leaning up on my elbows to look at him. “What did I say” He said grabbing my ankles pulling me to the edge of his bed. He leaned forward on one hand and squished my face together in the other. “Hmm?” “You said to be patient” I said through my squished lips. “So then be patient” He warned in that tauntingly stern voice I loved and hated so much.   He started over with the feather light kisses on my stomach again. Trailing them lower, and slower than before. My arousal becoming almost painful as he prolonged his teasing.  

A small hiccup left my mouth, as tears threatened to fall from the corner of my eyes. “Or poor baby” He mocked. “You want to be touched so bad huh? Want to cum all over my face, try to fuck yourself against my nose?”

I nodded frantically. “Please baby, I need you to touch me, anything, please” I begged again unashamed this time. “Since you asked so nicely” He lowered his head so it was now positioned between my thighs licking a harsh swipe up my folds. Moaning my head fell back and I leaned back down laying on my back. Steve reached his one hand up towards me and I interlocked my fingers with his holding onto him tightly. Slipping a finger into my effortlessly he curling it up repeatedly while his tongue circled my clit. A string of profanities leaving my mouth. My other hand fisted into his hair I tugged lightly trying to pull him closer and he groaned into me. The vibrations from his voice could have sent me over the edge alone. Removing his mouth from my sensitive clit he nudged his nose against me. My body jerked and I looked down at him. That devilish look in his eyes. “Fuuuuck Steve” I moaned, my back arching slightly. My hips rocking back and forth slightly as I began to literally fuck myself against his face in attempts to bring my orgasm on faster. “You look so fucking pretty like this baby” He spoke into me. The slow burn in my stomach began to spread and I could feel myself tighten around his finger. “Can I cum? Please? I’m going to cum, please let me c-um” I stuttered. He squeezed my hand with his as a ‘yes’ not wanting to stop his fingers and mouth to ruin my building climax. “Oh my god!” I yelled, my back raised completely off of his bed. My legs trembling Steve slowed his movements until he was sure my orgasm had subsided.

My legs falling limply off the edge of the bed while Steve stood between them soothingly rubbing my thighs watching me while I caught my breath. Trying to focus on the oscillating fan blowing cool air on my damp skin. His face was covered with my shiny arousal. “Scootch up baby” he said softly, motioning for me to move further back up the bed.

I weakly lifted myself, pulling myself back more quickly collapsing back and curling up onto my side. Steve got back into the bed next to me and pulled me into him so my head was now leaning against his chest. His heart beat still beating a little quickly.

He traced his fingers up and down my back lightly and I relaxed into him. “How are you feeling?” “Like a melted ice cream cone” I hummed. “Well you definitely melted somewhere that’s for sure” Steve said laughing.

I smacked him on his chest. “Steve!” I said joining in with laughter.

With Wanda’s arms clinging to hers, the ladies chatted away as they went to the boy’s shared pad. The moon with a couple of streetlights illuminating their path that is still somehow packed with people.

“It’s past eight. Why is everyone still so rowdy?”

“Well, news flash, grandma, not everyone is as stiff as you. I am even amazed you joined me this time,” Wand said after pinching her side. Pretending to be baffled, the other woman gasped and touched her chest in an exaggerated expression of her shock.

“Am, excuse you, the last time I remembered, I never missed a girls’ night out. How can I when you guys get wasted and constantly need some chaperone? Is my effort to drag all your asses home forgotten, Ms. Maximoff?” Wanda rolled her eyes and laughed.

“You know what I mean, dumbass. You never join me when I invite you with the boys. Nat even tried to use her spy-like-interrogation-intimidating-talk -” her head tilted back as she laughed at what her red-haired companion said. “Her what?” she asked. Natasha, another red-haired female badass she happened to be friends with, seems to be an interrogator or of some sort in her alternative universe because of how good she is at persuading or extracting information from others.

Maybe I should color my hair red, too.

“Oh, you know, the thing she used against Sam to know if he was the one who messed up her leather jacket with permanent ink. Remember how the soul escaped his eyes when Nat reiterated his unconscious confession? Poor guy” they both shook their heads in the memory. Hell broke loose after that. Nat started chasing Sam. He was taller and more muscular for sure, but it was imminent in his eyes and the way he shouts for everyone - who are enjoying the show - to help him get away from the shorter but more agile women with a closed fist, ready to leave bruises wherever she can reach.

“It was chaotic. You guys are a bunch of children when put in one place, and you wonder why I try to avoid your get-together.” Steve backed out at the last minute of that night; hence, everyone seeing it as an opportunity to go a little too rambunctious for a socially awkward person that night. Let’s just say that glasses were shattered, hair was pulled, and drunk dancing happened.

“That was one time! And besides, papa bear Steve was not there to control everyone. But I promise he will be there tonight.” Wanda argued, knowing how the first time she brought her to their mini-game night caused her to prefer staying out of their gathering. In her defense, she was not aware booze will be included that night. She would not have brought her along if she knew.

“You guys are adults! You don’t need supervision from papa bear Steve?” Wanda laughed at this statement, knowing how much they turned into a bunch of 12 years old when together. Before further reiterating her point, Wanda stopped them in front of a black gate, varnished to perfection. Wanda pressed the barely noticeable modern steel doorbell and waves at the peephole camera. The gates automatically open without a beat. The excited lady dragged the reluctant one as she looked around what’s hidden behind the gate they just entered. The exterior itself looks expensive, from the tall door and full-length tinted windows.

“This is one of Tony’s houses, which the boys share because it’s close to the campus. They’ve been meaning to move us in here too, but who can live with a group of hoodlums? My brother alone is worse than a headache.” Wanda explained as she opened the sliding door. They are greeted with laughter and music playing in the background.

“Oh, thank God! I’m so sick of being the only one with senses here.” Natasha walked towards them and hugged them tightly. “I’m so glad you came! I told Wan to drag you if she has to,” Nat said as she let go of the still overwhelmed lady, standing stiff as a stick.

“Hey, stranger. You must be Y/N. These two can’t stop talking about you? Seems like you’re the one who keeps them in place.” A man of confidence strut towards them, a hand holding a bag of nuts, mouth munching some of it.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. Tony, right?” she awkwardly replied with hands stretched forward for a handshake. The man laughed and pulled her in for a hug.

“Hands off our Y/N, Tony.” With that, he backed off, walking backward with arms raised in surrender. He winked while putting another handful of nuts in his mouth.

“Gross” Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and pushed Y/N towards the crowd.

“Listen up, boys! This is Y/N. She’s our roommate and best friend. Plus, she's my cousin. So you better show nothing but respect this time.” Wanda warned. Greetings were made - sly comments and poor flirtatious advances were thrown here and there, causing Y/N to look smile as she lightly shook her head.

“Alright, alright, stop flocking-”

“Am I late?” a deep and commanding yet smooth voice dominated the room of chatters and fun chaos. Everyone’s gaze shifted to the young man leaning in the door frame. A playful smirk on his lips. His gaze eyes found a new face, looking lost and curious at the same time. She gave him a small smile and a little wave - not above her stomach. He pushed himself off of the door frame and walked towards her, ignoring the greetings of his friends. With hands outstretched, he said, “hi, I’m Steve.”

“Y/N. I’m with Wan and Nat,” her hand firm - confident as she took Steve’s hand and shook it a little.

“Oh, right, right. I believe they’ve invited you a couple of times before. I’m glad you can join us tonight.” His eyes twinkle as he looks down on her. With him standing closer, their height difference was more noticeable. Everyone in the room noticed the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The thing is, Steve is usually awkward around women; that’s why the demeanor of Steve didn’t go unnoticed by his long-term friends. Nobody knew how to break them away - at least most of them.

“Alright, breakaway, big guy. I want to watch the movie now.” Tony took Steve’s wrist, and despite him being smaller than Steve, he was able to drag him to the kitchen to help with the snacks. In a snap, everything was back in motion. People started chattering again and taking their spaces around the television. For some reason, most of them settle down on the floor decorated with pillows and blankets. Y/N, feeling like she is not close enough to be joining the team on the floor, settles on the loveseat in front of the TV, behind everyone.

“We have the snacks!” Tony said, placing two bowls of popcorn in Sam’s lap and threw bags of chips to Wanda and Bruce. Steve came in with a bucket of ice tucked in one of his arms, red cups, and a case of bear on hand. Once things were settled, the lights were turned off, and the movie was played.

“Mind if I sit here? My back hurts, and I-”

“You don’t have to explain” she chuckled and tapped the empty seat beside her. Steve smiled and sat beside her. He extended his bear to her, offering her some. Y/N shook her head.

“I have to be sober so that I can take them-” she pointed to Wan and Nat “-home.”

“You all can stay here if ever. I mean, we usually-”

“Shhh!” “we’re trying to watch here” “God, why are you suddenly so chatty?” Steve’s ear turned red as his friends called them both out. If Steve would be honest, he’s no longer interested in the movie. He wanted to keep talking to the woman beside her who was snickering and munching on the chips she picked up before the movie started.

Steve started patting his shirt then his pants’ pockets. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched Steve look for something. He glanced back at her and raised one finger to her, signaling her to wait. Steve pulled out a pen from his left pocket and a crampled tissue from the coffee shop he visited earlier in the day. Steve flattened the tissue out as much as he could and used the TV’s light to scribble on it.

Hi.

Y/N was trying her best to control her smile by biting her lower lip. To no avail, the corner of her lips curled upwards, and glanced at Steve as he placed the napkin on her lap with the pen clipped on it. Steve watched her take the pen and wrote her reply.

Hey, Steve, right?

Steve smiled wider as she joked. He took his pen as she moved it closer to her.

Got that one right, sweetheart. So, why haven’t you joined Wan and Nat before? We’re not that bad, are we?

If only the light were turned on, Steve would have seen how flustered Y/N got upon reading the word “sweetheart.”

Oh, they didn’t tell you? I came once, before. You weren’t there. Let’s just say it was a mess. Not really used to that scene.

Steve frowned and remembered how drunk his friends were that one time. He feared that they went overboard and lost their ability to make moral decisions.

Nobody disrespected you, right?

Y/N quickly shook her head and patted his hand that is holding the napkin down, as if reassuring him nothing like that happened.

Good. I thought I had to scream at someone. They’re my friends but I will never tolerate any of their wrongdoings.

A smile returned to her lips before replying.

You’re a good man, Steve. They seem like good people too. A little rowdy, but good. You guys are lucky to have each other.

Me having the chance to talk to you? I’m starting to think I am.

Steve took a swing of his beer while watching her chuckle softly.

How many women received that old pick-up line?

Hmm, let’s see. You, you, you.

I find that hard to believe. A student council president, a jock, and a notable debate team and baseball team member? Yeah right.

Hey! I’m maybe all of that, but I’m really awkward with -

It seems that they forgot that technology exists, as Steve huffed in annoyance as the napkin ran out of space. He tapped Clint’s shoulder and ignored his groan as he asked, “Can you pass me a napkin, please?”

Without looking away, Clint grabbed a couple of napkins and handed it to Steve, to which he replied with a soft “thanks, pal.”

Ok, where were we?

You being a liar.

Oh, right. Well, doll, to be honest, I don’t know how to talk to women. They intimidate me. But you, you look welcoming and seeing you surrounded with my friends, it just seems right.

Y/N once again looked at Steve through her lashes, only to find him looking back at her as he took another gulp of his beer.

Well, wow. Did not expect that. But do you mind if I ask why you are intimidated to talk to women?

Not at all. And the reason for that is because I’m not always like this. You know, big, hunky, and eye-catching. I was lanky and sickly growing up, and because of that, I got turned down or made fun of a lot.

Y/N looked at Steve and when their eyes met, they both shrugged at the same time. Chuckling quietly, Y/N took the napkin and his pen.

Sucks for them for looking at the exterior. They missed out on the fun of getting to know the goof I am talking to.

Steve smiled and, similar to Y/N, if only the lights were open, she could see how red his ears and neck are.

What about you?

What about me?

What’s Ms. Y/N usually doing around this time?

Uhmm, studying? Netflix? Reading?

So, no one’s gonna beat me up if I asked you to join me for coffee? Not that I cannot fight back.

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes as Steve hopefully looked back to her. The corner of his lip caught between his teeth. Y/N nodded, earning her a kid-like excitement that manifested with Steve's broad smile and bright eyes.

Oh boy, that smile is trouble. She thought.

Alright, down, boy. No need to get violent. I don’t like men who choose brutality. I want a normal and peaceful life, please.

Got it. Future house? Simple and with a garden? A backyard?.

Way ahead of yourself, buddy.

Steve chuckled before taking another swing on his beer.

But, kidding aside, don’t worry, doll. I’m very civilized.

The night went on, and their conversation flowed. The three pieces of napkin handed by Clint were filled with notes exchanged between them. And as they get caught up with their own world, Steve does not recognize how many times he has tapped Clint on the shoulder to ask for more napkins.

“Dude! Why do you need that much napkin?”

Shocked by the sudden inquiry, Steve panicked and shoved all the napkins they used between his lap - more specifically, in his crotch area.

“What? Nothing” Steve said, but his action was caught by Clint.

“You better not be jerking off right now.”

Now with the movie paused, everyone’s attention is turned to Steve. Y/N can’t help but snort.

“Steve, man, I’m proud you’re becoming more adventurous but this is not the right place to do it. With Y/N beside you and Harlan dead on the TV” Tony commented, which earned a laugh from all of Steve’s friends who are definitely enjoying the scene.

“Ok, that’s enough. I’m not jerking off, geez. I need extra napkins because I keep spilling my beer, ok?” They all accepted the excuse because it's not the first time Steve becomes clumsy when seated with a girl. With that, they let him go and returned to the movie.

Nice save, Ransom.

What?

You look like the guy from the movie.

The jerk? No way. I don’t wanna be associated with him. I’m not and will never be like him.

Well true. We don’t want you to be a murderer, right?

He what?! How did you know?

I’ve watched the film before. Sorry about the spoiler!

And with that, they kept talking until the last set of napkins given by Clint ran out. Steve used the remaining space in the napkin to write his final note.

As much as I want to keep talking, I’m afraid Clint will punch me if I ask again. Besides, I want to know how that bastard will get caught so that I can avoid it.

Y/N chuckled softly and looked at Steve as he winks at her. Opting not to ask for more tissues, Steve placed his hands on the space between them. His pinky softly and shyly tapping Y/N hand, which is also placed on the said space. Y/N looked down on their centimeters apart hands then glanced at Steve. Her pinky slowly linked with his pinky. Both bashful with the small action, they looked at each other and smiled shyly.

God, I’m smitten. He thought.

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A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to finish this! But I hope you guys liked it:)) Thank you @mellollom for requesting this. I hope you enjoyed it.

“Hey Steve, I just got home from the grocery store, so uh, once you get this maybe let me know if you still wanna come over tonight, alright?”

You hung up and shoved your phone in the back pocket of your jeans while you put away the groceries. Your apartment was a decent size, not too big or small, which was why you felt you lucked out with it. After all the groceries were put away, you took a deep breath and walked over to the small sofa you had. You flopped down onto it, soon getting lost in thought. Of course, your head immediately goes to Steve. He thinks you should just get rid of your apartment and move to the compound with him, but as much as you would love to do that, it’s never felt like the right time. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are gone a lot, always on missions saving humanity, something you could never do. You didn’t have any super-soldier serum running through your blood or any mutations or powers. These last couple of months have been hard not only on Steve, but on the rest of the team as well. With the rise in crime lately, they’ve been gone a lot and to you spending your time alone in the empty tower will be a little too lonely but that’s one of Steve’s reasons why you should move in because then he’ll know that you’re safe at the tower. Work had felt extra long today, and all you wanted to do when you got home was to slip into a nice relaxing bubble bath and let the worries of the day slip away. Of course, that didn't happen as you had forgotten you needed to head to the market to get groceries, as you weren't about to have to take out for the fourth night in a row. Now, as you lay sprawled out on the couch, you could care less about that nice bath. All you wanted now was for Steve to come over. Being in his presence would help calm you down, but as of right now, it didn't seem like he would be coming over anytime soon. Last night he had suggested having pasta for dinner, but of course, you were all out of food. Grumbling to yourself, you pulled your body up off the couch and start making dinner. Even if Steve didn't come over tonight, at least you would have leftovers for some other time. You started pulling out the ingredients you needed for dinner when a knock on your door caught your attention. Maybe it was Steve? Maybe his phone had died? Multiple thoughts raced through your mind as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open. Strangely, there was no one there. You could have sworn you had heard a knock on your door. Suddenly, your vision went black. 

Steve was having a rough day, to say the least. It all started when he woke up late due to his alarm not going off because his phone was dead. He shoved the charging cable into his phone and got changed into sweats and a tee shirt to go on his morning run. He had almost made it back to the compound when he slipped and fell in a puddle of water from the rain the night before. Soaking wet now, he picked himself up and walked the rest of the way back to the tower, where he sauntered back to his quarters and started the shower, only to have it be freezing cold. Damn Natasha, she must have used up all the hot water on his floor again. As he stripped off his sopping wet clothes, JARVIS informed him that there was a meeting taking place with Director Fury in 15 minutes and he was to be present. Steve let out a grunt as he put on dry clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat. Once he got down to the kitchen, he realized he had forgotten his phone in his room. Steve retreated and grabbed his phone before rushing back down to grab a quick cup of now cold coffee and head to the meeting. Steve was the last one to take a seat as Director Fury began debriefing them on a new mission that they would embark on after the meeting was over. After finding out it would be an all-day event, Steve was about to text you, only to look down at his phone and realize it was still dead. He must have not plugged it in all the way. All-day long Steve had been busy, not having the time to charge his phone and text you. Along with piloting the quinjet, he also was the leader of his group, calling out orders and trying not to get himself killed. Soon time seemed to slip from him and once he found himself on the quinjet, it was already late afternoon and he had forgotten all about his phone. 

"Hey, have you checked in on Y/N recently?" his best friend Bucky asked him once the autopilot was on, cruising through the sky. Steve's eyes grew large as he had forgotten about you.

"Shit," he whispered out before grabbing his cell phone out of one of the pockets on his pants. "Fuck, it's dead," Steve told Bucky, letting out a groan and rolling his head back.

"Here, you can borrow mine to call her. I'm sure she's okay, though I don't know if you'll be once she's done with you." Bucky joked to Steve as he handed him his phone. Steve thanked Bucky before walking back to the end of the quinjet to call your number, only you didn't answer him. Steve shrugs his shoulders as he walks back over to Bucky to give him his phone back. "No answer?" Bucky asks.

"No," Steve says, shaking his head and looking down at his feet. "She always answers her phone."

"I'm sure she's just busy doing something else," Bucky says, resting a hand on Steve's shoulder.

 When Steve gets back to the compound, the first thing he does is plug in his phone and make sure it's charging before going into his voicemails and seeing all the messages you had sent him. He knows he's going to get an ear full from you tonight. Steve rests on the side of his bed as he presses play on his phone.

 “Hey Steve, I just got home from the grocery store, so uh, once you get this maybe let me know if you still wanna come over tonight, alright?”

 Steve smiles down at his phone, loving the way her voice sounds even though the poor quality speaker. Not caring if he's a sweaty mess, Steve makes his way outside to hail a taxi to your apartment. He just wants to see you after what a long day it's been. Maybe a nice relaxing shower with you would help a few things, too. When he reaches your apartment building, he bounds up the stairs to your loft before reaching your door and giving it a gentle knock. After a few seconds, he knocks again, harder this time. Maybe you didn't hear him? When you still have yet to answer the door, Steve tries the doorknob, finding it ajar. He pushes the door open, calling out your name and scanning the loft.

"Y/N! I'm here!" He yells out, waiting for an answer from your sweet delicate voice or to see you rounding a corner. When your absence continues to grow, Steve's lips turn into a frown, walking over to your kitchen to see a few ingredients set out for pasta. He carefully makes his way through the rest of your apartment, checking your bedroom and bathroom in case you were in there, but no such luck. Trying to remain calm, he takes out his phone, dialing her cell and waiting for her to hopefully pick up. His heart sinks when he hears her phone ringing before looking down to find it on the floor. The screen cracked. "Oh God Y/N..." he mutters, bending down to grab her phone. He holds it delicately in his large hand, admiring her lock screen that showed a photo of the two of them. Suddenly, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Quickly he answers it, puzzled by why the caller ID was unknown. "Hello?" A robotic voice greets his ears as he listens to the phone.

"Come to the warehouse or she'll be killed by midnight." It repeated the message twice before clicking off. Without even thinking twice, Steve is off, running down the back alley behind your apartment building to the warehouse he knows you'll be.

 Your head lolls to the side as you let out a strangled groan at the sharp stabbing pain that seems to be coming from inside your head. Weakly, you try to open your eyes, only to be met with darkness. Were you blind? What had happened? The last thing you remembered was opening your door to your apartment expecting to see Steve there, but then, nothing. You try to remain calm as you attempt to listen to your surroundings. It's quiet, but not silent. If you strain your ears hard enough, you can hear the quiet buzz of New York traffic in the distance. You try to move your hands but find out that they are bound to a chair, along with your feet. Steve had always told you if anything were to happen to you, you just had to stall for as long as you could until he or one of the other avengers came to rescue you. When he had initially told you this, you had joked that if that ever were the case, you would just annoy them until they had to let you go. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like there was anyone here to annoy. That also meant that no one could kill you, as Steve had not found your joke to be funny and told you they would probably just kill you. You turned your head this way and that, trying to focus on any other sounds. Suddenly you heard a gruff voice from above you call out. 

"Lookie here! She seems to be awake!" the loud male voice boomed as you hear him clamber down some metal stairs and walk over to stand in front of you. "How’d ya sleep, sweetheart?" You cringe at the nickname coming off the disgusting man's tongue before you can suddenly see again. You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings. It seems like you are in some kind of run-down, abandoned warehouse. The wooden planks lining the walls have holes in them, some of them knocked out completely. The one window you see is broken with a heavy layer of dust coating it. You look up to see a metal balcony surrounding the area and in the far corner, a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. The dirt floor is covered in grime, along with your bound legs and feet. The man in front of you smiles. His lips curl up in a slimy grin that shows off his yellow rotting teeth. His hair is a brown, matted, greasy mess, and he smells of rotting garbage. You glanced behind him to see two other men stationed at the front of the warehouse where the main entrance must be. Guns rested firmly in their grip as their eyes peer straight at you and your tormentor. "Not much of a talker, are ya, girl?" The man sarcastically asks before raising his filthy hand and slapping you across the cheek. Your head whips to the side as you let out a harsh breath, knowing a red handprint will soon take its place. "You better learn to answer me when I'm talking to ya!" the man says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back as his spit flies in your face. Your eyes well up with tears, but you refuse to let this man have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. "Otherwise, things might get a little... nasty," he says, raising his other hand to show you the small dagger he's holding, before running it smoothly against your cheek. You let out a quiet whimper as he slowly removes the knife to stand back up, towering above you. "So, sweetheart, what's your name?"

"Y/N." you stutter out, only loud enough for him to hear.

"See, that wasn't so hard." he taunts. You say nothing back as he slowly strides around your chair, twirling the knife between his fingers. "Now I'm sure you know why you're here, so tell me, what is it that you know about Captain America?" You gulp as he rounds the chair once again before stopping in front of you? "Don't tell me I didn't warn ya," he whispers into your ear before he drags the knife down the side of your cheek. You whimper out in pain as you feel the slow trickle of blood run down the side of your cheek. "I know the Captain has feelings for you, that he's been trying to get you to move into the tower with him. Oh, but darling, I am so happy that you haven't." He tells you before bending down so he's only mere inches away from your face. "You're going to be our little prisoner as long as we want you to be. That is, until midnight."

"Why? What's happening at midnight?" you grunt out as he stands back up to his normal height. A smile spreads across his face as he checks his wristwatch, then looks back down at you.

"In 10 minutes, we're going to kill you." Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes tear up. You try to steady your now shivering form, but it's no use. "Oh, don't cry, darling." he frowns, reaching down to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. "Don't worry, me and the boys here are gonna have a little fun with you before your time is up or you could just tell us what we want to know and you'll be on your merry way." The man says, smiling evilly at you. You say nothing as your bottom lip wobbles out as you continue to stare at him. He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head as he walks to stand behind you. "Boys, I believe it's time." the man behind you says as you watch the two guys at the front drop their guns and unbuckle their belts. Now realizing what would happen to you if you didn't talk, you let out a cry for them to stop.

"I'll talk, I'll talk. Please, just don't come any closer." The two guys look toward the man who must be in charge. He must have given them a quick nod as they readjusted their pants, grabbed their guns, and resumed their position by the door. The man comes to stand in front of you, still twirling the knife between his fingers.

"Well, go on," he informs you, gently sliding the knife under your chin as you rear your head back.

"Captain America..." you start, slowly taking your time. "when, when is he," You stop midway through your sentence, taking a deep breath as the man in front of you taps his foot against the ground, getting impatient with you.

"Come on girl, we don't have all day!" He yells in your face, spit flying everywhere.

"Captain America," you start again, "when is he going to get here?" Before you can brace yourself, the man's fist is connecting with your jaw.

"You're making this a lot more difficult than it has to be." he chuckles before motioning for his two men to come over by you. "This girl here's got one dirty mouth, boys. Why don't one of you wash it out for her?" The bigger of the two guys smiles down at you before quickly dropping his gun and unbuckling his pants, pulling out his thick cock. He positions in front of your mouth, but you refuse to open. No way in hell were you letting that disgusting thing in your mouth. Seeing your reluctance, the leader sneers down at you before looking towards his knife and stabbing it into your thigh. You scream out in pain as he yanks it out before pushing his friend in front of you. Afraid of being hurt even more, you slowly open your mouth and close your eyes, praying this was all just a terrible nightmare. Just as you think the stout man is about to stick his cock in your mouth, there’s a loud bang from the other end of the room. Thinking it’s more men coming to get their share of you before your killed, you keep your eyes shut tight, not wanting to see what awaits you once you opened them. You wait for the smear of his salty tip against your lips, but it never comes. When you open your eyes, Steve is standing in front of you, while Bucky has the man pinned up against the wall. The two other guys are dead on the floor. Their throats slit open as blood spill from them.

"Hey Y/N." Steve gently says, tears filling his eyes. He hates seeing you like this. When he and Bucky came crashing in through the door and he saw what those disgusting men were about to do to you, he instantly came up behind the guy who was shoving his weak excuse for a cock toward your face and slit his throat on the spot. Soon taking out the other guy and Bucy took on the other man, fishing for answers about why he had taken you. Steve felt terrible for not finding you earlier. If he had, he could have prevented all of this from happening. You had a deep cut with blood dripping down from your cheek and a large wound in your thigh. You had bruises littering your delicate face and your wrists were rubbed raw from your strain against the rough ropes. Quickly, Steve goes behind you and frees you of your restraints. You let out a whimper as the coarse rope brushes against your sore wrists. He rushes around to untie your ankles as you fall forward into his chest, letting out a sob. He tenderly wraps his arms around your frail form, placing a delicate kiss on your head. "You're okay. I got you. You're safe now." he reassures you. "Can you walk?" he asks as you shake your head no into his shoulder. Your thigh hurts too much and even if you hadn't been stabbed, your body is so fatigued and dehydrated that if you were to stand up, you know you would just fall back down. He moves to pick you up, but you immediately scream out in pain. "I know, I know, but I have to get you back to the tower." Before you know it, your eyes are growing heavy and tired as Steve gazes down at you. "Go to sleep Y/N, you're safe, I got you."

 The next time you open your eyes, you're met with bright florescent lights overhead and stark white walls surrounding you. You glance over to see Steve half asleep in an uncomfortable chair. You try to speak, but with your throat so dry only a harsh cough comes out. This causes Steve to open his eyes. He's over by your side in seconds.

"Hey, how are ya feeling?" he asks, eyes scanning over your form.

"Water." you croak out.

"Oh, right." Steve reaches beside him to grab a small cup of water with a straw poking out of it. "Here," he says, bringing it up to your lips. "Drink slowly, don't want your throwing up." he tells you. After a few sips, you rest your head back against the pillow.

"Thank you." You murmur out. Steve looks at you, puzzled, a frown appearing on his lips.

"No, don't thank me. This shouldn't have happened to you. I should have been there sooner. I could have protected you." Steve rambles as a tear slides down his cheek. You take his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his smooth skin.

"You couldn't have known that was going to happen." You calmly tell him.

"No, but I should have. I should have known eventually someone would come for you. I should have protected you better. I should have been there for you. You needed me and I wasn't there."

"Steve, don't put this all on yourself." You tell him as he shakes his head, looking down at your bed sheets, not meeting your eyes.

"You got hurt because of me. You're in pain because of me. How can I even protect you from terrorists like HYDRA when a couple of low lives in Manhattan were able to get to you?"

"I doubt those guys will be after me again anytime soon and if you're nervous that they will, I'll just find a new apartment."

"No, you're staying here with me. No arguing." He tells you sternly as a small tear escapes your eye. "Hey, no more crying." he chuckles at you, wiping the tear away. All you want to do is forget that this day ever happened.

"Steve?" you ask him softly, worried about his reaction.

"Yeah?" he questions, looking down at you.

"Can you, can you hold me? Please?" you ask him.

"Of course." he tells you before gently sliding your body over so he can slide into the hospital bed beside you. Cautiously, he wraps an arm around you as you burrow your head into his chest, your feet tangled up together. "Is your head feeling any better?" he asks, the vibrations from his chest calming your still anxious senses.

"Just heavy." You mumble out as you snuggle closer to him, breathing in his fresh scent. He notices you getting tired once again as your breathing evens out.

As you entered the building it was like walking back in time. A handful of small two person wooden tables were scattered around the black and white tiled floor. The red walls were outlined with dark wooden panels and decorated with a collage of frames and memorabilia. You look over to the open kitchen where several people were busy mixing, tossing and topping pizza before sliding them into a wood burning pizza oven. The smells of fresh pizza wafted in the air and made your mouth water. The deep sweet acidic smell of tomato laced with a plethora of spices was thick in the air. Cut by the salty whey of the fresh mozzarella cheese being shredded and added to what could only be assumed to be a secret blend of other cheeses. 

“Steve!” A young man with a clean shaven face and combed back hair yelled out as he wiped his hands on his apron that was folded in half and tied around his waist.

“Vinny, how's it going?” Steve replied. 

Vinny came out from behind the counter, “Just got done with a rush, you came at the right time my friend, and who's this?”

“Hello, Y/N.” You gave him a smile as you held out your hand. 

Vinny laughed, “Forgive me outta uniform it didn't click, you're an Avenger, and I don’t do handshakes.” He came in giving you a quick friendly hug. “Pick a spot and I’ll bring out the slices, what ya wanna to drink?”

Vinny was already walking back into the kitchen as he asked, “Lemonade, if you have it.” You replied as Steve walked over to what you assumed was his usual spot. 

Vinny nodded as he disappeared to grab your food, “So you come here often?” You asked as you sat down in the chair Steve pulled out for you.”

“I knew his great grandad,” Steve replied as he sat down across from you. “His original shop was small, tucked into a spot between buildings, just enough room for two people and an oven. But it was the best damn slice of pizza you could get any place in the world.”

“Still is the best damn slice of pizza you can get anywhere in the whole wide world.” Vinny said as he approached the table showing off the skills one could only acquire from working in the industry. He balanced two plates on his left arm, one with two slices of pizza the other with what looked like an entire pizza stacked on a plate. “Here you are and the drinks.” He set down the two drinks he was holding in his other hand. “Enjoy, let me know if I can get ya anythin' else.”

“Thanks Vin.” Steve said as he pulled his tower of pizza in front of him.

You picked up a slice and folded it in half before taking a large bite. "Oh my god," You spoke with your mouth full. "This is really good. Like I'm not even exaggerating."

"I told ya," Steve said as he also dove in. "So, I guess I'll bite, did you follow me to the veterans home or?"

"I'm sorry, that's super top secret information that you most definitely don't have clearance for." You grabbed a paper napkin out of its dispenser to wipe the grease from your mouth and hands before reaching into your bag, pulling out the white envelope. "But, if you promise not to tell anyone, I found this in a hallway." You slid it across the table with your fingers.

Steve's eyes softened as he picked up the envelope, "I couldn't find it, I looked everywhere."

"I opened it to find out its owner," You continued. "Steve, I'm so sorry. My comment and the situation, its--"

"Hey," Steve cut you off, "There's nothing to apologize for, please."

"I still said it and even though I had no idea, it still affected you." You said before taking another bite.

Steve took a drink, "How about next time I just tell you what's happening in my head."

"Only if you bring me here to tell me." You had finished your first slice and had begun to dive into the second. 

Steve chuckled as he placed the envelope in his inner jacket pocket. "I agree to your terms, even if they are outrageous."

"It's my golden rule of negotiations Rogers, go big or go home and settle for what you want." 

The two of you sat and talked long past the last bite of pizza. Your laugh filled the room as Vinny and his crew began to wipe down the tables and stack the chairs. As the laughter died down, Steve finished off his drink and for a moment the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. 

Steve shook his head slightly as his smile grew, "Come on, I wanna show you somethin'." He pulled out his wallet as He stood up and left a sizable tip on the table. "See ya next week Vin!"

Steve grabbed your hand and pulled you out the door. The sun had gone down and twilight began to take over the city. You found yourself clung to the back of Steve once again as he made his way back towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

Steve brought you down close to the banks of the East River, to an area that opened up, giving you the most amazing view of the city you had ever seen.

You climbed off his bike and ran up to the railing. You stood at the New York City Skyline Lookout, the smell of the water wafted passed your face, you could hear the lapping of the waves and the dull hussle and bussle of the city around you. You loved seeing the city at night. It was a whole other world. A different kind of vibe that took over from the day. It had grown to be your favorite version of the big city you now called home. "This is an amazingly overwhelming view."

"Ya know, this view has never changed." Steven spoke as he joined you. "It may have gotten bigger and has a few more lights, but it still feels the same."

"I read that comic by the way." You said as you leaned over, resting your cheek on Steve's shoulder, your hands came up to wrap around his arm.

Steve leaned into you, "And?"

"If you didn't have the people you do have right now, it may have been accurate ," You looked up at him. "But the idea of time, in regards to you, was painfully on point."

"I know, " Steve's voice had a sliver of sadness to it. "I knew this time would come, when my old life would slowly start to disappear, I just didn't realize how hard it would be." 

"However hard it may be, your old life will never disappear, as long people still have memories to share and pass down, it will never die." You looked up at Steve. "And I plan on listening to every single story you can remember." Steve looked out to the water. Taking in your words.

You reached up and placed a kiss to his cheek. The silence took over again as you leaned back into Steve and looked back over the water. Steve however was looking at you. 

Just as you watched a boat slowly putt away you felt Steve's large warm hand gently slide across your jaw, turning your head to bring his lips to yours. The butterflies began to instantly swirl as you kissed him back. Steve moved the two of you so that your back was pressed against the handrail. His hands came down to rest on your hips, pulling you into him. Your hands slid up over each ripple of his chest and over his neck, until they came up to either side of his face pulling him towards you. 

You were drunk on the energy that the kiss created. The competition of who wanted more and both of you were going to win. Breaking apart, you sucked in the air that you didn't know you needed. Still holding one another with your foreheads pressed together, you took in the moment.

Steve's small laugh broke the silence, "I think we should head back to the compound."

"Yeah," Your voice came out a little breathy as you were still trying to pull yourself together. "Or we could, right here, or no, yeah your right." You smiled.

Steve gave a playful look of disapproval, "Of course yeah, what was I thinking?" He took your hand and led you back to his bike as he spoke.

"I mean I thought getting railed by Captain America, under the glow of the Brooklyn Bridge, covered by the veil of night was on every ladies bucket list." You teased back as you pulled the helmet on. 

Steve mounted his bike, you followed suit, he turned his head back to you, "I mean, if it's what you want, but I was thinking of something a bit more romantic." 

The ride back to the tower felt like a dream. You clung to Steve and let your hand wonder up and under his shirt. Your hand roamed over his torso until it was joined by the other. Your fingers began to explore lower and Steve pushed his motorcycle faster. 

There was something magical about being in such an intimate bubble while the city surrounded you. People flew by in a blur unaware of the sweet hunger being created.

When you arrived back to the compound you made your way back to Steve's room like two teenagers out past curfew. You were giddy as you couldn't keep your hands or lips off each other. 

As soon as the door closed your lips connected again and you began to peel the clothes off each other. You pulled away as Steve reached for you. You shook your head as you grabbed his hand, leading him to the foot of his bed. 

Steve had a smirk on his face as he relished in the confidence and power you had over him. You giggled slightly as you leaned up giving Steve a slow kiss. Your hand came up to splay across his mountain of a chest before giving him a playful shove. He willingly fell back onto his bed. 

Steve laid back supporting himself on his elbows. He watched as you slowly crawled up his body and kissed him. It was slow and deliberate. Steve balanced on one arm as he slid the other up and around to your back. He dragged his fingertips down your spine, sending a crackle of energy through your body, making you arch forward. He brought his lips between your breasts kissing down your center. 

Your hand came up and carded through his hair as he pulled soft moans from your mouth. You leaned back up onto your knees before reaching down between you. You wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft and slowly pumped it. Steve watched as you played, he wanted to keep this image forever. The way your eyes were blown out and how you were on a mission to pick him apart, how you were succeeding. 

You gently reached down, cupping Steve's balls, letting them fall from your fingertips as you dragged them up his shaft, forcing his penis against his stomach. You took note of every shiver as you ran your fingers over him again, applying more pressure.

His stomach twitched as you went over the base of his penis. 

You pressed your thumb gently onto his frenulum, getting a jolt from Steve, slowly you slid your thumb down to the base of his penis. Feeling the groove of his vain, you went to the left of it and began small circles. Steve's head fell back in a moan. It made your core throb. You kept even pressure as you dragged up his shaft towards his head. Another moan.

You lined him up with yourself before slowly sinking down onto Steve until you bottomed out, you swear Steve's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You sat down further, "God, you feel good." Steve tipped his head back up, the tips of his ears were beat red.

"I haven't even started." You reply as you slowly begin to gyrate your hips in a circular motion. 

"Hrrgggaaah," Steve was breathing hard, "Well would ya start, you're not the only one who has things they want to do."

You leaned forward, supporting yourself on Steve's chest, you kissed him briefly. "Careful what you asked for." You brought your hips up slowly before slamming yourself back down. 

You sat up slightly without missing a beat and continued your sinful movements. Steve fell fully back onto the bed in bliss. You took your confidence in stride as you pushed him over the edge. You felt his large hands roam up your legs leaving a trail of fire behind them, they came to rest on your hips and you felt his fingers dig into your skin as he pulled you closer. Wanting more of you.

You sat up, head tilted off to the side completely enveloped by the overwhelming feeling building inside. Steve sat up and gently cupped the side of your head. You leaned into his touch as he gently brought your lips to his. He slowly kissed you, letting his lips drag over yours as you both took deep breaths.

"My girl has tricks." You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You let out a breath laugh, "If you thought those were tricks." 

In one fluid motion, Steve was up on his feet, supporting your weight. Steve's lips never left yours and he stayed buried in you. Before you could string together two brain cells you felt a cold smooth surface on your back as Steve pressed you into the wall.

With the leverage of the wall Steve began to slowly rut into you as his lips found their way to your neck. He pulled small whimpers from you as your breath grew heavy. Steve hooked his arms under your knees and gently spread your legs out. His pace quickened and a moaning sigh came from you.

Letting your arms fall onto his shoulders, you carded your fingers through his hair, up his scalp. He dropped his head to rest on your shoulder as he continued his pace. 

The knot in your stomach grew and you could barely process the stimulation that tingled its way across your skin. 

"That's it doll face." His voice was deliciously low and it's what did it. "Oh,ah, god." He could barely speak as he felt you begin to flutter around him. 

You let yourself go, letting the wave of ecstasy crash down over you. By the strangled moan that Steve let out, you knew he was right there with you. Steve slowed to a stop, letting himself fall out of you and the only noise that filled the room was your heavy breathing. Steve lazily brought his mouth to yours as he brought the two of you over to his bed. He sat down bringing you down on his lap. 

"I thought you wanted romance?" You looked at Steve with a smile.

He looked back, "I thought you wanted to get railed by Captain America."

You laughed as he helped you off of his lap. Your legs felt reminiscent of a newborn giraffe as you steadied yourself. "Wanna take a shower with me?" You asked as you slowly made your way towards his bathroom. 

Steve watched you a moment before he followed you. You cleaned each other as you shared languid touches and kisses. After you were done and had toweled off, the two of you crawled into bed. Steve wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close. 

"How are you feeling?" His voice was just above a whisper. 

You turned slightly to meet his gaze, a smile pulling at your lips, "Like the entire cosmos is celebrating." 

"Yeah, that's an understatement." Steve placed a kiss on your temple, "Goodnight doll face."

"Mmm, goodnight." After the activities of the night and a hot shower, your body slipped off into a blissful sleep.

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The kitchen was a chaotic place come Sunday mornings, as it was usually one of the days everyone could make breakfast and or dinner. Usually the first person up would start cooking and as the others stored and made an appearance, they would begin helping to make the feast fit for the Avengers. 

This particular morning, all who were at the compound was up, Sam was up first and started making the pancakes while Bucky was on egg and toast duty. Nat and Wanda took care of the bacon and sausage as well as cutting up a variety of fruit. Clint was grabbing condiments and toppings for the pancakes and Vision was in the process of setting the table.

Everything was coming together, platters and dishes steaming with hot food were being placed on the table, drinks were being poured and the chaos dwindled as everyone began to settle down. It was then that you and Steve made your entrance. 

"Well look what the cat dragged in," Same exclaimed as he made his way to his seat. 

"May I remind you of the rules," Bucky began as he reached for a pancake, "You two have dish duty."

"Yeah, yeah," You responded as you grabbed the pot of coffee. 

Steve simultaneously grabbed two mugs and sat them down for you to fill, "Creamer?"

"Please," You felt his hand on your lower back as he walked behind you to open the fridge. You stepped to the side to place the almost empty pot back on the coffee maker as Steve poured the creamer in your coffee, he handed you your mug. 

"Thank you." You say with a smile.

He placed a quick kiss to the top of your head as he grabbed his own before the two of you turned to see everyone at the table watching. 

Silently and instantaneously everyone began to rummage in their pockets or quickly leave the table before returning with wallets and change purses. 

"Okay, Sam you owe me eighty" Nat said as she pulled out a bundle of cash, "What do I owe you Barton?"

"Fourty," he said as he shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth before pocketing the money. 

Vision handed his take to Sam while Bucky took his from Wanda and Sam, "I mean he is my closest and best friend," He fanned the visually larger money bundle he took from Sam, "But nice try."

"Really guys?" Steve's voice was playful as he went to sit down.

You narrowed your eyes at Nat before setting your mug down, "I'll be right back." Everyone watched and waited with confusion as you disappeared for a moment. When you returned you came up to Nat and handed her a twenty, "You called it." 

Hoots and hollers filled the room as everyone was shocked and extremely interested as to what the bet between you and Nat. As everyone began to eat, they settled into a rare bubble of normalcy, friends and family alike enjoying their morning.