#thepsychewrites

“Darling? What are you doing back so early? Wasn’t expecting you until the afternoon.” He said hurriedly, the frantic beating behind his ribs slowing down as you started trudging toward him.

Sitting your bags down, you rubbed at your eyes, a yawn catching in your throat. “Dunno. Just couldn’t stay there any longer.” The words came out defeated, like they had beaten you up on their way out of your mouth. “Missed you. I just wanted to come back.” You sniffled, fresh tears brimming at your bottom lashes.

Steven knew that look. The way your mouth contorted into a frown, the divot between your brows that carried your stress, the wobble of your lip as you took in unsteady breaths. It was all too familiar to him now. It was the same look he saw in the mirror during many early mornings and late nights, and the same look that was etched upon Marc’s face twenty-four seven. He was up from the bed in an instant, shoving away his book and moving to you with his arms open. As soon as his warmth surrounded you, the floodgates opened.

“God why did I ever go back? They are so terrible, Steven. So so bad.” You cried, the fat tears dripping down from your cheeks onto Steven’s navy sweatshirt, the fabric surrounding his shoulder catching most of it. He clutched onto your shaking figure, his body covering as much surface area as he could manage. “They don’t want me. They don’t love me…” He heard you trail off, your words muffled into the crook of his neck.

As his grip tightened on you, you knew Steven had let someone else front. “Marc?” You whispered, wondering why Marc would front now of all times. He normally let Steven stay in control when you it came to talking about your parents, as Marc wasn’t sure he would be able to help you carry that weight just yet. You pulled back at his silence and quickly realized who fronted.

“Jake?”

His eyebrows were turned down, conveying some of the anger he felt boiling within him. “Mi amor…” Jake cooed, his fingers tracing gently under your chin. “This will be the last time I let them hurt you. You don’t deserve this… none of it.”

The things Jake wanted to do to your parents right now were unspeakable. He knew you’d never forgive him should he act on these thoughts- but boy did he want to. He’d ensure they’d never make another tear drop from your beautiful face ever again. He’d make them apologize for every time they’ve laid a hand on you, or screamed at you for senseless things. He’d make them regret ever hurting you in the first place. You were an angel sent from above- the most divine deity to walk this earth. And if Jake would just allow you to be hurt like this… he wasn’t doing his job.

A steady heat festered in your head, the pounding becoming too much to handle. “Can’t Jake… you know I- it isn’t… you can’t…” You stumbled over your words, your mind far past the point of coherency.

Steven had sat down with you a few days prior, telling you how seeing your parents again wasn’t something you had to do. You knew he was right- nobody was forcing you to go visit them. But it had been over a year and the guilt was eating you alive. For some reason, you truly believed they had changed. That they got their shit together and we’re working past the petty remarks and the passive aggressiveness they often displayed. You felt as though maybe this time around you wouldn’t feel like a stranger around them- like there was a possibility to rekindle whatever relationship you had held with them before.

It was pathetic how naïve and optimistic you were.

It didn’t work out. Of course it didn’t. So you came back a day early. But now, standing in the arms of your lover, it might do you some good to be a little optimistic and believe that for once things might be okay.

Jake peered at you with narrow eyes, his hands falling to the curve of your hips. “Come with me, hm? Let me take care of you, Mi Alma.”

My soul.

There was this kind of affection Jake rarely displayed. Those kinds of lovey dovey feelings were reserved for Steven, and sometimes Marc. But Jake? He wasn’t created to love.

But for you? Oh- Jake could feel nothing but love. It is what kept his heart beating, kept his soul full, kept his mind running. His lips felt the freedom of a gentle smile and his brows could rest from the scorn he often wore. For you? Jake went soft like the biggest teddy bear one could win at a carnival. Taking care of you was second nature for Jake. Especially after seeing the aftermath of you being so emotionally damaged.

After hearing a short hum of understanding from you, one of his hands slipped around to your back, pressing firmly and leading you to the bathroom. Without flicking the light on, he was gentle to undress you, leaving soft and lingering kisses to any exposed skin he could reach. As your clothes hit the floor, his followed, but not before he lit a single candle and left it to burn on the porcelain sink. The bath was quickly filled with steaming water, hot enough to wash away any dirty reminders of the weekend. Hot enough to restart.

Jake helped you into the bath, his body settling in behind you as he leaned you into his chest. His arms were secure around you- a safety net of sorts. The two of you laid there for minutes, his chin nuzzling into the hair atop your head, reminding you of his presence if he felt you drifting off. When he noticed the water growing cool, he reached down for a washcloth and began cleaning away at your skin. He lathered some lavender body wash, the suds foaming over your shoulders and elbows, nestling around your collarbones and knuckles. The cloth drifted over your belly and chest, ghosting across the tops of your thighs. Jake’s nose traveled the length of your cheek, stopping at the edge of your jaw. “Repeat after me, baby…” As his voice crawled across your body, the trail of soap followed. “Yo soy digna.”

“Yo soy digna.” You whispered back, obeying his command without a second thought.

He rewarded you with a kiss to your tepid skin. “Yo soy valiente.”

“Yo soy valiente.” You were putty in Jake’s hands, your full faith placed in him.

Yet again, a hot kiss pressed against your temple for following his instructions.

The leverage Jake had on your thigh worked to his advantage, his large hand spreading apart your legs. Suddenly, a finger traced against your clit, a delicate cry forced from you.

“There you go… what a good girl.” His breath fanned across your face, a harsh squeeze against your lavender scented skin as his digit moved lower and lower, finally stopping to trace along your pulsing entrance. “Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” His voice was low and gravely in your ear, the stubble along his face bringing a warmth to your stomach. “Yo soy hermosa.”

With a turn of your head, your breathy, barely-there whispers were his echo. “Yo soy hermosa.”

At this affirmation, Jake’s finger prodded you open, pushing in until the entire length of it was seated inside of you. You squirmed, only anchored to Jake by his other arm, now pulling you impossibly closer into him. His finger stayed still until you stopped moving, finally curling up and slipping out once you had calmed, only to jut right back in. His movements were slow. Calculated. Despite how little you and him slept together, he knew how to make you unravel. Maybe taking notes from Marc or Steven, maybe peering in when they were the ones taking you apart, inch by inch. Either way, he had the remedy to make you feel better again, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do just that.

Once Jake felt your slick coating his finger, he added another, both pushing and pulling in tandem and drawing out the most angelic noises from your lips. Dropping the washcloth into the water, his free hand now trailed to your peaked nipples, rolling them between his thumb and pointer. As your walls contracted and pulsed around him, he spoke his permission aloud. “Go ahead, you can cum, baby.”

With your hips bucking up and your shoulders pushing into Jake’s chest, you came with a loud moan of his name as he worked you through your orgasm. His fingers began to slow as you settled down, firm lips pressing to your cheek.

It confused you when his fingers never left, their gentle movements keeping you on the edge of another release.

“You still feel a bit tense, cariño.” Jake mumbled against your neck. Your eyes opened at this, knowing exactly what Jake had planned.

“Thinking we should go over those affirmations a few more times, just until they sink in.”

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You wouldn’t have let Natasha convince you to split off — going your separate ways off grid without one another after the two of you, along with nearly half of your friends, were seen as traitors of the team. It was an awful idea to begin with, but Natasha has a way of convincing people she always knows the right answer to everything. At one point, the two of you were connected at the hip, never doing anything without the other close by. But it’s been three months since you’ve seen your girlfriend, and you weren’t going to stay away any longer.

It was nearly impossible to find where she was hiding out. The woman was the epitome of camouflage, even out in the open she couldn’t be seen. She was untraceable, untrackable. It would be an easier job to find a Tasmanian tiger still alive in the wild than it would be to find Natasha Romanoff on the run.

Unless, of course, you knew exactly what to look for.

After weeks of digging around, endlessly searching every corner of the world — you found her.

Tucked under the cover of the towering and snowy Norwegian mountains, dusk had just settled down over the trailer home Natasha had secured herself in. A faint yellow light illuminated the inside, partially blocked from the charcoal curtains that hung over the small dirty windows. She had gotten into the shower less than two minutes ago, the faint pitter patter of the scalding water dropping around her barely heard from the outside. Your ear was pressed against the metallic paneling of the trailer, listening for your opportunity to enter.

Natasha’s guard was down. It was now or never.

With careful footsteps you tiptoed across the mossy grass, your breath slow and steady. You pulled a pick from your sleeve, placing it in the lower lock of the door and waiting to hear the clicks. Once the last one sounded, you turned the handle to check your success. It unlocked. You placed the pick in the deadbolt, wiggling around until it too snapped out of place. With a cautious push you opened the door.

Natasha was never big on keeping sentimental items around, and that was still true for her current hideout. It was set up like any standard trailer home, a living room to the right that led into a small kitchen, which connected to a narrow hallway where the bathroom was before opening into a bedroom to the left of the house. The couch had a few knitted blankets thrown over the sides of it, a computer and some books messily laid atop a rectangular table in front. The kitchen counter held a few loose pieces of change, a vase with wilting pansies and lilacs dangling over its sides, and a short stack collection of Norwegian magazines. She had obviously attempted to make it as homey as possible, but that could be a difficult task for someone who never had a true place to call home.

Natasha must have felt the shift in the atmosphere, because the second you had sat down the shower turned quiet, a heavy silence filling the space. You waited the long seconds in between, the time racking up to two minutes until you heard any noise from the bathroom. The door opened with an odd creak, a suspecting redhead turning the corner quickly with a glock in hand, pointed directly at you. Her hair was dripping onto the linoleum floor below, her baggy t-shirt and black cotton shorts sticking to her body. It took her three seconds to lower it, a surprised look covering her face.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Good god, Natasha, I hope you don’t greet all of your guests like that.” A light smile pulled at your lips, eyebrows raised in amusement at her slightly panicked state.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?” She asked in a whispered yell, creeping closer and placing the gun down by the kitchen sink. Before waiting for an answer she turned to the door, pressing into it and relocking the deadbolt, moving next to close the gaps in the curtains over the closest window.

Standing up from the couch, you inched towards her. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come find you? After four years together I thought you’d know me better than that, Natty.” Upon reaching her, you couldn’t help but to tuck back a fallen strand of hair, your thumb gliding across her warm, terribly flushed cheek. “Plus,” You said with a sigh, “I was getting lonely. It’s cold at night when you’re not in bed next to me.”

Natasha looked disappointed, her frown slightly pouty, but her eyes were warm and understanding. “Where were you staying?”

You couldn’t help but groan playfully. “A miserable, cramped apartment in Vienna. It wasn’t ideal, but… I didn't have much of a choice. It was safe.”

Natasha’s pretty green eyes were studying you intensely, almost as if she was seeing your face for the first time again. A gentle hand found your hip, and she pushed at your soft skin until your bodies connected. “You should’ve stayed there,” She mumbled, her gaze falling to your lips. “If they find out where I am…”

“They won’t.” You assured with a shake of your head.

“You’ll get us both killed.” She stated with warning in her voice, her forehead resting against yours.

You hummed, your lips a hair's width from hers. Her breath was hot. Minty. Inviting.

“Then I hope they bury us somewhere with a view.”

With enough time wasted, you pressed your lips to hers, a familiar taste settling in your mouth. Both of her hands found your sides now, pushing you into her with a desperate force as her tongue circled against yours with a fire you almost forgot she possessed. The second a choked whimper came from you, she pulled back. “Bedroom, now.” It was all she said before you were being picked up, her fingers clutching your thighs as she hauled you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as your arms did the same around her neck.

You pushed her hair away from her face, biting and kissing the pale skin at her jawline and throat as she maneuvered the two of you through the hallway, kicking at the bedroom door to get it open. She openly groaned when you nipped at her sweet spot, your teeth pinching the skin right under her ear. Natasha found your lips once more before sitting you down on top of her bed, the blankets being shoved to the side.

Her fingers gathered the material at the bottom of your sweatshirt, gripping it harshly and dragging it up your torso. “Get this off. All of it. I need to see my girl.” With a quick pull she had it up and over your head in a second, her mouth leaving a sloppy trail over your collarbone while moving to the hooks of your bra and unclasping them.

With each mark of Natasha’s lips across your skin, she claimed you as hers. It wasn’t a question in either of your minds — you belonged to one another. Time didn’t mean a thing. Whether it was three months or three years, you would always be hers, and Natasha would always be yours.

Her shirt came off next, no bra to fiddle with underneath. Natasha straddled your legs, her chest now fully on top of yours as she pushed you back into the mattress, the added weight simultaneously comforting you and making your head spin. You could’ve cried as you felt her taut nipples drag across your breasts, a feeling you’ve missed all too much these last few weeks. “Nat…” You whined, already struck with the ache that always came with her feeling you up, “Need you…”

Her eyes stayed on yours as she worked her way down, kissing and nibbling at any and every inch of skin to her disposal. “I know you need me, baby. Be patient.” She never kept you waiting for long, but things might be different this time around. Three months was too much time spent without you. Her dreams always led her to imagine you here in this exact spot, stretched out over her bed and peering up at her with that hazy look she couldn’t get enough of. She wanted to savor this moment and bask in the beauty that was laid out before her. She wanted to move slowly when she felt you, kissed you, tasted you, so as to not let this dream pass by in a second's time.

Natasha’s mouth dropped to your tingling chest, her tongue dipping out ever so slightly when she reached your breasts, circling around them before taking your nipple into her mouth. She began with the right side, wrapping her kiss-swollen lips over it and sucking heavily, closing her eyes and humming in contentment. The vibrations ran through you like water, sending shockwaves of pleasure down every nerve. Your need for her touch only grew when her hands moved, one finding your other boob and squeezing down on it, the other connecting with the center of your throat, grasping just enough to make you work for your breath. Her tongue toyed with your nipple for only a moment more before she released it, a string of spit snapping at the lost connection. She quickly found the other, giving it the same treatment as you squirmed beneath her. Your hands were leaving light scratches up and down the expanse of her back, which only drove Natasha crazier by the second.

“Fuck… please, Nat. Please touch me.” You were growing impatient, loving how good she was making you feel but knowing if she didn’t touch you where you needed her, and soon, you would combust.

She bit down softly on your puffy nipple, a warning and a tease, before letting it pop from between her lips to hover over you. “What do you want then, pretty girl? My fingers…” She tipped her head down to kiss your nose. “My mouth?” Another wet kiss to your cheek. “I’ll give you my cunt if that’s what you want… but you’ve got to behave for me first.” She whispered darkly in your ear before nipping at your lobe.

A depraved sob left you, your mind swirling with desire and too clouded in everything Natasha to give her a coherent answer. You wanted all of the above, but being greedy never got you anywhere.

“Hmm, is my baby too excited to speak?” Natasha knew you could get soft and sweet on her like this sometimes, and it wasn’t any wonder it would happen after so long apart. “That’s alright, I’ve got you angel. Mommy’s here.” She cooed delicately and without hesitation.

Her words made your head spin.

It was instinctual, the way in which she knew how to love you. Like maybe she was put into the universe to do exactly that. And if her higher purpose was to care for you, love you, and to be so intensely intertwined with you like this? Then she would accept that fate with open arms.

Natasha sat up onto her knees, her hands coming to cradle your sides as she helped push you further towards the headboard. With a huff you laid back against the few satiny pillows, watching with lidded eyes as Natasha settled her gaze onto your clothed pussy. The dark denim presented a barrier between her and her favorite thing in the world — and she wouldn’t let it stay there for long. Her fingers immediately found the button and zipper, both being undone in a matter of seconds. She removed the jeans from your legs, aimlessly throwing them by the door. To be even more of a tease, she bent over, placing a singular kiss at the band of your lacy underwear, her teeth grazing the edge. She pulled the material between her lips, eyes locked on yours before slowly dragging them down your thighs, over your bent knees, and past your ankles until they too were off. While still sitting upright she found the waist of her shorts, pulling them off in one swift movement. She had nothing underneath, the two of you now completely bare.

Seeing Natasha like this after so long made you emotional, and you couldn’t help how your eyes watered up at the sight of her. “You’re so perfect, Nat. So beautiful…” You mumbled through blurred vision, a sniffle coming soon after.

“Oh sweet girl,” She said in the same quiet manner, coming back down to leave a kiss on your lips. “So are you. Absolutely perfect and all mine. I’ve missed you more than words can say.” Her hands trailed over your sides, your hips, your thighs, anywhere they could find purchase and anchor her down. “Let me take care of you tonight, baby. Are you gonna be good for mommy and let me do that? Huh? You gonna let your mommy show you how much she missed you?”

Her voice carried to your ears and sent chills through your spine, setting a fire to your core and making it burn straight through you. You’d let this woman do anything she desired, no questions asked. “Yes mommy,” You nodded fervently, “Want you so bad.”

Her hands traveled under your thighs and dug into the skin at your hips, giving her the leverage she needed to sink back on her knees, her face now right above your glistening pussy. You barely had time to blink before her tongue was dragging flat up your folds, gathering your slick and twirling over your clit. Cursing through a particularly loud moan, your head pushed into the pillows as your back arched from the bed, delirium washing over you.

It was clear Natasha enjoyed how your body responded, her lips closing around your bud to suckle it, finding a steady rhythm that sent you writhing in her grasp. She ate you out like she was on death row and it was her last meal, savoring every drop of your arousal that entered her mouth.

You didn’t notice when one of her hands left your hip until you felt the pad of her middle finger circle around the tight ring of your pussy. Crying out, you bucked up into her face, her remaining hand landing over your stomach to keep you down. The tip of her finger entered you slowly, pushing in deep until finding your sweet spot and curling up.

“Holy shit,” You gasped, “Fuck — Nat please, harder.”

Begging was always a weakness of Natasha’s, and you knew that all too well. With a hungry growl against your throbbing clit, her pace increased as she pounded in and out, sneakily adding in her ring finger before pushing in as deep as possible. She could feel your walls pulsing, knowing she was about to send you over the edge.

Your mouth hung open, unrestrained moans and squeaks falling out with every drag of her hand. Your own fingers were combed and interlaced through her red hair, the only thing keeping you tethered to this earth.

As you neared closer and closer to your peak, the hand she held over your stomach pushed down, making her thrusts feel unbearably deep. She moaned against you, her spit coating your nub as she lapped at it. All of her movements were starting to become too much for you to handle, and your breathing got winded and lost as you approached your release. Your orgasm rippled through your body as you dove headfirst into pleasure, eyes screwed shut and static filling your head.

As your body fell limp and the only word you could blabber was a faint “Nat” over and over, Natasha gently released your clit from her mouth, her hand slowing down and pulling out of your fluttering warmth.

Your juices were soaking her fingers, a white creaminess she’s been craving for weeks dripping down her knuckles. Natasha looked down, watching as cum leaked out from your pretty cunt, prideful in knowing she was the reason why.

In a move that almost sent you reeling into another orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth, closing her swollen lips right over them to lick up your cum. “I almost forgot how good that little pussy tastes.” Natasha hummed, still sucking any remaining slick off, “How good my little pussy tastes.” She corrected with a smirk.

Your vision was swarming with stars, eyes glossed over from how strong you came. Trembling legs ghosted over Natasha’s sides, heart still pounding but your breath was leveling out.

“Thank you, Natty.” You spoke with a voice so sweet and small it had your girlfriend's lips pulling up in a wide smile and quiet laugh.

Her nails raked over your belly, thumbs caressing your nipples once more. “Don’t thank me just yet, princess. I told you if you were good Mommy would let you have her cunt, remember?” She took in your widening eyes and nodding head, a fresh fire sparking in her core. With careful movements she crawled up your body, hooking a leg over yours and lowering herself down until her pussy rested atop yours.

“You’ve been such a good girl, so Mommy needs to keep her word. Get comfortable, angel. We have all night, and I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

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“I mean seriously! How reckless can one person be? I gave you orders and it is not a personal choice wether or not you follow them. You do. You do because I am in charge. I make the calls.” Steve yelled, his rant going on for nearly fifteen minutes now.

You had heard enough. “Are you done?” You snapped, silencing Steve. He turned in his chair to look at you, your body curled into the passenger chair.

“No. No, I’m not done, actually. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Y/n! From now on you don’t take orders from Tony, or anyone else for that matter if they’re not the one leading the mission. Is that understood?” His jaw was tight and his eyes narrow, locked on your heated face.

You hated when he went all Captain on you like this, shouting at you like you were just another member of the team and not his girlfriend for fucks sake. It’s one of the reasons you never liked going on duo missions with him anymore.

“I asked you a question, Y/n. Answer me.” His voice was dark. He wasn’t playing around.

“I understand.”

“Look at my face when you speak to me.” He ordered, earning an eye roll from you.

You turned to face him, legs planted firm on the ground. Your eyes were just as cold as his. “I said I understand, Captain.” You spat, quickly moving to your prior position on your chair before he could say something else.

“Can’t wait to add ‘unable to follow orders’ on the ever-growing list…” You mumbled into your palm. You didn’t intend on Steve hearing you, but of course he did anyway.

“What did you just say?” He asked, looking at the sky ahead.

You huffed. “It was a fucking joke, Steve.”

He shook his head, pressing a few buttons on the glowing panel in front of him. “No, say it again. What list?”

God, he was relentless. You buried your head in your hand, refusing to answer. Steve could never let things go.

“Are you serious right now, Y/n? What fucking list are you-”

“Oh my god, Steve! I’m talking about the list of shit I hate about myself! You know- how I can’t follow orders, I’m ignorant, bitchy, I complain too much, I’m impulsive-” You yelled, counting the traits on your fingers for dramatic affect, “and that’s only my personality, don’t even get me started on the shit I hate about my body.” The words flew out faster than you could catch them, not meaning to say aloud that last part. You slumped in your seat, chest huffing and face hot with an annoyed pout on your lips.

Steve was pissed now, his knuckles burning white from his death grip on the steering controls. “For the sake of keeping the jet in tact, I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. I don’t want to hear another word from you until we get back, is that clear?”

Dread filled you, burning the contents of your veins. “Crystal.”

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The rest of the jet ride was short, thankfully, and entirely too silent until you returned to the compound.

As soon as you stepped off the landing platform Steve was on your tail. You were ahead of him by quite a few yards, wanting nothing more than to just get to your room so you could sleep this whole disastrous mission off. Luckily, Steve stopped behind you when Tony turned the corner, taking a quick breath before he started laying into him, reprimanding him for giving you orders. You passed Tony, handing him the flash drive with a quiet apology before heading to your room.

Steve’s words were drowned out as soon as you shut your door, immediately shedding your dirty tactile suit and boots in the dark. You tossed them in the corner, missing the hamper by a good foot, and turned on your lamp before moving to the bathroom.

His words crept their way back in your head as you turned the shower on, a thick cloud of steam quickly filling the room. You turned to face the mirror, grimacing at the state of your body.

You had dirt and blood splattered all around your skin, a few already scabbing cuts from the fight finding a home on your arms and stomach.

A sigh left you as you grabbed for your comb, doing your best to untangle the knots in your hair. You didn’t care about being gentle. Anger still boiled in you, making you even more sick at your reflection.

You took a deep breath as you entered the shower, trying to calm down before you had to face Steve again. The water was scalding, simultaneously rinsing away the filth that covered you and the words that taunted you. You crouched down, sitting on the shower floor and wrapping your arms over your legs. You were exhausted, that’s for sure.

With your head settled between your bent knees you didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Nor did you hear Steve undressing. You only noticed his presence when the sliding glass shower door opened, not bothering to look up and see him getting in behind you.

Taking a shower together was your post-mission ritual. Normally they were taken under better conditions, but they were never skipped.

Steve bent down behind you, draping his arms around your entire frame and planting kisses to the side of your head. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I was upset, but should have waited until I was calm before I talked to you. I know now that you were just trying to do a favor for Tony.” He moved the the back of your neck, trailing light pecks over it and across your shoulders.

“I was just scared. That flash drive nearly got my beautiful girl killed. The thought of losing you over something so little is not ideal, and I won’t let it happen under my watch. Regardless, I didn’t need to scream at you. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Steve finished, setting his head on top of yours, still holding onto you under the stream of water.

Despite the crap that sometimes comes out of his mouth, Steve is a good communicator. He’ll tell you when he’s upset, angry, nervous, jealous. And he’s willing to admit when he’s wrong.

“Can I stand you up, pretty girl?” He asked, the words getting mumbled in your wet hair.

You nodded and he moved his hands, wrapping them over your upper arms to help you up. Once you were on your feet he turned you to face him, his face much softer than before as he looked at you.

“You okay? If you’re upset with me I can give you some space.” His hand smoothed over your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.

You shook your head, words still failing you, and moved into his chest. You were mad, yes. But you understood where he was coming from.

You would yell at him the same if he made your mistakes too.

He held you tight, running his hand along your spine as the other cradled your head, his lips leaving wet kisses along your hairline. “I would like to talk about what you said, though.”

There it is.

You internally groaned, not wanting to explain to your boyfriend that sometimes you didn’t like who you are or what you looked like.

So what?

“Do we have to?” You whined, snuggling further into his chest.

“I just want to know why you have a list of things you dislike about yourself. You’re the most perfect person I know, sweetheart.”

You shrugged. “Don’t we all? And I’m not perfect. I’ve got attitude problems and cellulite. My arms are jiggly and I have more stretch marks now because I’ve gained ten pounds in the last few months. Ten!” You answered dramatically, keeping your eyes closed as Steve started to wash your body, the lavender scented soap not doing much to help you relax.

His hand gripped your chin. “Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart.” He waited to speak again until you were staring at him. “None of that makes you any less perfect. Do you have any idea how beautiful I think you are?”

He waited for an answer.

All you could do was shrug. You knew he loved you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see you through his eyes just yet.

Your lack of answer made his jaw twitch.

He didn’t say another word as he finished cleaning your body and moved on to washing your hair. He was gentle, massaging your scalp with your coconut shampoo before rinsing it away, following up with its matching conditioner.

Once you were all clean he finally spoke, putting a firm hand against the side of your face. “I want you to get out and dry off. Don’t get dressed. I’ll be out in a few minutes and I expect you to be on the bed, waiting patiently like the good girl you are. Understood?”

You nodded and his hand gripped harder on your face.

“Words.” He commanded.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Jesus Christ.

A familiar throb started humming at your core. Steve hardly acted like this, but when he did... you knew you were in for a long night. “Yes, Sir.” You answered, more awake and less angry than before.

He smiled and sent a pat on your ass. “Go.”

You did as you were told, slipping out of the shower and drying off, doing your best to squeeze the extra water from your hair before sitting in the center of the bed with your knees tucked under you. Your breathing was hard to control and your heart was fluttering behind your ribs. The waiting games always got you nervous, but you just sat there as patiently as possible as Steve finished his own shower, probably taking the time to plan out exactly what he wanted to do with you.

The turn of the shower faucet caught your attention, your heart rate climbing as you heard Steve get out and towel himself down. He must’ve wanted to torture you because he was taking his sweet time.

It was only a minute later when the bathroom door finally opened, a naked Steve walking out and walking to you incredibly slow. It didn’t help your cause that he already had an erection and it looked borderline painful as it hit against his abs with each step he took.

“See, my pretty girl knows exactly how to follow directions.” He leaned across the bed and kissed at your awaiting lips a few times before standing straight again. He held his hand out below your face.

“Spit.”

Your eyes widened at his demand, but you did it anyway, forming a pool of saliva in his outstretched palm.

You didn’t take your sight off of him as he circled around the bed, his gaze reminding you of how a predator looks just before they capture and devour their prey. When he turned and sat himself down on the chair in the corner, you got confused.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your voice quiet and sweet as you watched him, his legs spreading and his back settling down into the cushion.

His eyes never left yours once, talking again but ignoring your question. “Open your legs, pretty girl, I wanna see you touch yourself.”

You stopped breathing for a second. He noticed, a twitch of his smirk pulling at his lips. “Go on. Be a good girl and do as your told. Touch yourself.”

Unsure, you shifted toward the headboard, letting your back hit the pillows before your legs parted, exposing your wet cunt to Steve. He stared at you while he waited, his smirk growing as your fingers finally circled around your clit, a soft gasp pulling from your lips.

“Do you wanna know what I think about when I get myself off?” He started, his voice low and dark. 

Good God.

“Now- I don’t do it often, because nothing gets me off better than the hands and lips of my pretty girl- but on the off chance I’m on a mission that’s taking me away from you for more than a week… I can’t seem to help myself.” His left hand went behind his head, his right going around his other head, gripping it slowly before he started to pump. Your spit slicked him up, mixing with the beads of his precum to make the job easier.

“You’ll send me a picture of your gorgeous face, or-”, Steve stuttered, his hips bucking off the chair as he quickened his pace, “hell, if we can’t have contact I’ll bring one with me. Just one look at that face and body of yours gets me going, it gets me riled up to the point that I need to touch myself or it’ll hurt for the rest of the day.” He moaned, his head tilting back before slowing down. “Everything about you turns me on- gets me so hard. Your voice, your face, your body, your scent, your taste-” He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he went on. “I have no willpower when it comes to you, pretty baby. None at all.”

“Stevie, can I-” You started to ask, the coil deep in your stomach nearly about to snap. You were soaking wet, the lewd sounds of your fingers rolling over your clit filling the room.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.” Steve knew exactly what you wanted, but he wasn’t ready to let you have it just yet.

You tried to listen to him- you really did, but his voice was so gravelly and you could smell his shampoo from your spot on the bed and it was driving you insane. Your fingers kept their pace, your head pushing into the pillows and your back arching ever so slightly off the bed. You were so close. You nearly had it before a large hand snapped around your wrist, pulling it away from your core and stopping your impending orgasm.

Your eyes fluttered open, a whine falling from you from the loss of contact. Steve hovered above you, his free arm digging into the mattress to keep his weight off of your body. He didn’t say anything as he looked into your eyes, his breath trailing over your collarbones and chin.

Steve slowly brought your glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking off your arousal until they were clean. His pupils were huge, only a sliver of his pretty blues showing underneath the darkness that overtook them. You felt his cock twitch against your stomach, a drop of precum landing on your skin.

His free arm tucked under your back, hoisting you up as he sat on the bed. He guided you to his lap, your core landing on his bare skin and your breasts bouncing from the movement. His eyes lingered on them for far too long, silence settling between you.

Most people would assume Steve Rogers is an ass man, and he would agree for the most part. But there was something so tantalizing and mouthwatering about your breasts that he just couldn’t fucking help himself. They were so full and tender and responsive and it drove him crazy. He would give up every material possession of his just to fuck them once, but that could wait for another day.

Just not a day too far in the future.

His eyes trailed up and locked on yours as he dove down, his lips capturing one of your nipples as he sucked hard.

“Fuck… Steve…” You mewled, your fingers wrapping in the strands of gold atop his head.

He didn’t say anything, instead he let your hardened nipple go with a soft pop and sat back with a purse on his lips, signaling he wanted a kiss. You leaned in, falling right in his trap. As soon as you connected your lips a sharp slap landed on your ass, a yelp falling in Steve’s open mouth. One of his arms was hooked under your thigh to keep you against him, not letting you go as he landed two more open-handed smacks to the flesh.

“That’s for disobeying my orders.” A final hit came down, this one twice as painful as the first few. It was easy to tell that he still had pent up anger left simmering in him from earlier. Your skin was burning, your eyes watering from the sting. “And thats for questioning my judgement. You’re my girl, and when I say you’re fuckin’ perfect, you better believe it as fact, got it?” His fingers were kneading into the tingling flesh, massaging the burn away.

“Yes, Sir.” You huffed, your eyes glossy and your face nearly sweating under his gaze.

“I want you to ride my thigh, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” Steve asked, his face close to yours, noses brushing softly together.

This man was going to be the death of you.

You nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to cum this time. You don’t have to ask.” He said before pressing his lips to yours, his hands crawling up to find purchase on your waist. He helped guide you along his strong thigh while you rocked your hips back and fourth. The friction was heavenly, and you were a moaning mess on top of him. Your mouth was open against his, your breaths mingling together as you rode him, the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

It was so much all at once. You felt everything and it was sending you into overdrive. His hands on your waist, his nails digging crescent shaped marks into your skin. His breath along your collarbones and throat, goosebumps raising from the heat it left behind. The flex of his thigh and how he was barely bouncing it, but that added movement made all the difference. The flutter in your walls begging for a release only Steve could give you. It was entirely too much for you to handle.

“Steve…”

And boy did it snap.

Your orgasm hit you like an eighteen wheeler, your head falling to his shoulder as you released on his thigh, his skin slick with your arousal. He was panting too, his hands gripping so harshly into your sides you were worried he might be drawing blood.

He pressed gentle kisses to your neck, praises falling out in between. “Good girl. Such a fuckin’ good girl for me, aren’t you?” Steve asked, his voice rumbling in your ears.

“Jus’ for you, Stevie.” You nodded heavily, blissed out after your first release.

After a few more sloppy kisses were placed over your face, he pulled away, his hands cupping both cheeks as he forced you to look at him.

You blurted the words out before he could speak.

“I love you.”

The three words that always came so easily to you when you looked at Steve. It was true. You loved him. Not a single day would pass where you wouldn’t love him.

And he knew this all too well.

Steve’s face softened, his small grin growing wider. “And I love you. So much.” He proclaimed, pressing the lightest of kisses to the tip of your nose. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you earlier. You didn’t deserve it.”

You were quick to shake your head, a rogue tear falling down your face and onto Steve’s hand. “It’s alright, honey. Thank you for apologizing, but I was being reckless. You were just trying to keep me safe. I’m sorry too.” His thumb swiped at the wet trail the tear left behind.

“It’s okay. I love you so fucking much-” He said, his voice breaking as his eyes glossed over. Quickly your lips were back on his and he seemed eager to drink you down. Before he could get too ahead of himself, he pulled back, his eyes lidded and dark.

“Hands and knees on the bed, baby. I’m gonna show you how much I fuckin’ love you, and you’re gonna watch.”

Your entire body shuddered as you nodded, peeling yourself away from him and crawling down so your knees and forearms were pressed to the blanketed mattress, your ass in the air and waiting. You focused on his movements behind you, easy to see now that you faced the large mirror that stood in the corner and was pointed directly at the bed.

Steve must’ve done that before he met you in the shower.

A quiet whine left you when his hands landed on your hips, jostling your body forward an inch, your breasts grazing the duvet. His eyes locked on yours in the mirror, the smirk he wore enchanting and devilish at the same time.

Steve was a sneaky man. Sometimes a little too sneaky. It’s why you were so caught off guard when you felt two of his long, thick fingers enter your pussy, your mouth falling open at the sensation.

“Fuck- fucking hell, Stevie.” You moaned into the bed, your nails digging into the blanket for support.

“My beautiful girl…” Steve cooed, his fingers pumping in and out of you like it was his job. “Taking me so well while I’m stretching you out, huh?” His free hand was caressing your side, the pads of his fingers tracing over every iridescent stretch mark that found a home there. His eyes never left yours for even a second, worried he’d miss the way your face contorted from how he played you so expertly. He curled his fingers up, grazing your g-spot with each push and pull.

“Stevie… I’m gonna cum again…” You whined into your hand, drool falling past your lips and onto your skin.

Steve chuckled softly, a shake of his head following as if he was lost in thought. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” His own mouth fell open to mirror yours as he felt you clench around his slick fingers, the pulse of your walls sending a heat to his growing erection.

Slurred words that resembled his name dropped from your mouth, and the coil in your stomach was fading. But Steve’s fingers weren’t slowing down… if anything- they were gaining speed as you rode out your orgasm.

“Honey, w…what are you doing?” You mumbled, beads of sweat forming on your face. “Ahh-” You whimpered, brows knitting together as a third finger entered your aching cunt.

Steve’s eyes weren’t on yours anymore, but instead were focused on how your pussy accepted his fingers so well. “You’re still so tight pretty baby… how are you gonna take all of me, huh?”

You felt thankful for the soundproof walls that surrounded you because you were not being quiet.

“Please, Stevie. I- I can take you… I promise. Please… please…” Your chest was heaving and another orgasm was quickly approaching.

You fell over the edge easily once Steve’s large thumb circled your clit. He rubbed it once, twice, and a third time before you were spasming around him yet again, your moans turning into loud yells against the comforter.

“I know you can baby, just don’t wanna hurt you- that’s all.” He answered before pulling his dripping wet fingers from you, gracefully sweeping them into his mouth yet again before he sucked your arousal right off of them. He hummed around his fingers and closed his eyes, lost in the taste of you.

When his eyes opened again, he looked nothing short of feral. Like something had overcome him and he felt like he had to be in you right now or he’d lose his god damn mind.

So he gave in, dragging his swollen tip across your folds before pushing into your pussy in a single rut of his hips.

“Oh f-fuck-” You stuttered, a heavy shiver running down your spine as he bottomed out inside of you. He felt like heaven and you were a goner when he finally started moving, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix every time he pushed back in. “Feels so good, Stevie. You feel s…so big.”

Steve’s hands were trembling from the adrenaline rush of being inside of you, his fingers kneading into the swollen prints on your ass from earlier. “You feel full, pretty baby? Feelin’ me in your belly?” He asked with lidded eyes, his left hand snaking down to push on the bulge he made in your lower stomach each time his hips snapped back into your ass.

You nodded, pants tumbling out of your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed, savoring the feeling of being filled by your love. “Mhmm, so full Stevie.”

You gasped when you felt his fingers wrap around the base of your throat, tightening and keeping you in his grip. “Eyes up, sweetheart. I need you to see what you do to me.”

The veins in his arms were protruding out and he was dripping in sweat, his face flushed and overtaken with bliss as he kept his pace, his mouth ajar and his eyes dark and filled with lust.

He was close to crying from how much he fuckin’ loved you, needing you to really see what you did to him.

How you completely wreck him and he just lets you and will continue to let you because you’re his best girl and his best girl can wreck him any day of the week.

“Look at how beautiful you are baby, huh? So fuckin’ beautiful. Always so pretty just for me, ain’t that right?” His grip grew impossibly tight against your throat, stars beginning to twinkle in your sight. “Say it, pretty baby. Tell me how beautiful you are.”

From the way Steve was sinfully filling you up to the way his words made your heart flutter with love to the white heat that was building in your stomach, you couldn’t think straight. “I’m b...beautiful, Stevie. I’m your p-pretty girl- ah!”

Hearing you finally say the words he begged to come from you sent him into overdrive, his deep strokes in your pussy growing tenfold, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to hang on to any breath your lungs held. It was impossible though, especially with his hand around your throat so possessively, his other now ghosting over your abused clit.

Your hearing was going out as your climax finally burst, but you could make out the loud, “Yes baby, come on baby, cum on my cock like a good girl. Oh fuck…s-shit sweetheart, you’re so fuckin’ good baby. Just like that.” of Steve’s words. Your walls were clenching around him, his orgasm coming right after yours. He kept rutting into you as he came, his warm, thick seed filling you up entirely until it started dripping out and around his cock, sliding quietly down your shaking thighs.

Steve’s grip around your throat loosened as he pulled out, your body fully plopping down onto the mattress as exhaustion washed over you. You felt him place a few feather light kisses on your back before he got off the bed, the faucet in the bathroom turning on. He returned a moment later, turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, a lukewarm wash rag being dragged across your center as Steve cleaned you up.

He cracked a smile as soon as he saw yours.

“That was… wow, Steve.”

It was an accurate statement. Steve was usually never that rough and commanding with you- but you couldn’t deny how good it made you feel.

“Was it too much?” He asked, a slight cringe pulling at his features.

You shook your head quickly, a small laugh coming from your mouth. “Not at all, Sir. I’m gonna have to piss you off like that more often.” You chuckled as he finished wiping your thighs.

His eyes narrowed at you as he threw the rag in the hamper, making it in despite the fact that he wasn’t even looking. In an instant he was loomed over you, the blues of his eyes disappearing once again.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, you brat.”

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