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honeygingergemini · 5 years ago

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this is the cutest but sexiest thing ever and i am not obsessed with you 😭 how did you write steve so sexy??? but also so freaking adorable i canttttyt

Also while I’m here, can u spare some drunk horny Steve content pls ma’am

mead // steve rogers

↳ pairing: steve rogers x reader

yes i can!:

steve drinks socially, beers and whiskey not doing much for him (or anything, really) because the supersoldier serum always burns it off almost immediately

so tonight, when your husband tells you that he’s going out with the boys, you just nod absent-mindedly and continue typing away at your laptop as he dips down to press a kiss to your cheek

you’re working on some presentation that was supposed to be done by your co-worker, but they couldn’t “figure it out” (although you don’t know how hard it can be, it’s fucking powerpoint), so you end up doing it yourself because if you don’t do it, who will?

(nobody. the answer is that nobody will.)

it’s well past one in the morning when the key turns in the door and steve walks- stumbles, rather - through the door, not even bothering to flick on a light switch as he kicks his shoes off and hangs up his coat

they both end up strewn on the floor but in his drunken haze, steve is pleased with how neat he’s being and knows that you’ll be so proud of him in the morning

you’re sitting on top of your bed with your back resting against the headboard, eyes tired and brain at 2%, when you hear the door creak open

distractedly, your eyes glance up only to see your very large husband peek around the door (as if it’s not also his bedroom) with a dopey smile on his face and his cheeks flushed red

“there she is,” steve coos, walking in and closing the door behind him with a click. “my baby.”

you figured something was up when you took in his appearance but now, you know for sure that he’s acting a little strange

it’s not that he’s not ever happy to see you or doesn’t call you baby, but he seems extra affectionate as he crawls onto the bed and engulfs you a massive bear hug

luckily for you, you’ve just finished your presentation and shut the lid of your laptop, sliding it into the drawer on your bedside table as best as you can with steve’s arms around you

your husband manoeuvers the two of you so that he’s taken your former position, sitting upright while he sets you on his lap, right on top of his very prominent erection

“steve,” your voice is unsteady because his hands are brazenly roaming the length of your body, warm palms sliding underneath the t-shirt that you’re wearing and gliding against your soft skin, past your waist, and down to cup the round cheeks of your ass

“yes, baby?” he pushes you down onto the very hard bulge in his pants and since you’re only wearing panties, you gasp at the sensation of the thin material of your underwear rubbing against the rough denim of his blue jeans, bracing your hands on his chest

“are you drunk?”

he doesn’t reply. instead, his large hand grabs the back of your neck and forcefully pulls your face towards his, lips crashing onto yours roughly as he claims you

your teeth clash violently and his lips are slick as he pushes his tongue into your mouth and it’s messy and delicious and subconsciously, you grind down on him harder, relishing in the friction that you get from rolling your hips against his

he moans loudly into your mouth and you swallow it, his hands tightening their grip and he rocks you back and forth faster and faster

when he pulls back from you, a thin string of spit connects your lips and steve grins, cheeks pink and hair tousled messily

“no,” he says, obviously lying because the sweet tang of asgardian mead lingers on your tongue and you’ve almost forgotten what you asked him in the first place

“stevie-”

“shh, sweetheart.”

he slips his index and middle fingers between the seam of your lips to shut you up and you involuntarily moan, though it’s muffled by his hand in your mouth

he stares up at you with heavy eyes and a lazy smile as his deft fingers push your panties aside, a thick digit sliding up and down your wet slit before slowly dipping it into you

“doll baby, is this all for me? you get this wet for me?”

you nod distractedly, grabbing his hand as you suck lightly on the tips of his fingers

“mmm, good girl.”

he pulls his finger out of your slit and slides it in his mouth, dick jumping underneath you at the taste of you

unzipping his pants and then pulling both yours and his shirt over your heads, he frees his throbbing length from the confines of his jeans and strokes it languidly while staring at you topless, licking his lips hungrily

“c’mere, angel. i’ll let you ride me.”

and you’re excited so you do as you’re told, going to take off your panties before steve stops you abruptly. you meet his eyes in confusion and are shocked by the passion that lies within their depths

“keep ‘em on.”

you could’ve come right there and then, a shudder travelling up your spine at the deep, commanding tone of his voice

positioning yourself right over the tip of his dick, you hold him at the base as you slowly slide down onto him

the guttural sound that comes from within steve’s chest as he bottoms out inside of you makes you jerk, a spasm of pleasure seizing your body

“oh, baby, look.” you glance down to where the two of you are joined and notice, not for the first time, that you can’t take all of him inside of you. “this tight little pussy can’t take much, can it?”

he punctuates his statement with a slap to your clit that makes you whimper

“hmm, doll? can’t handle it?” he starts to bounce you up and down on top of him.

“it’s so big,” you whine, hands on his chest as you meet his upwards thrusts

“i know, baby,” he coos, “i know. but look at you, you’re takin’ me so well, like a good girl.” he slaps your ass loudly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as your wet heat swallows him again and again. “hmm? you my good girl?”

the diamonds on your wedding ring twinkle in the low light of your bedroom and the sight stirs something inside of you

“yes,” your voice is breathless so steve smacks your ass again

“louder, sweetheart.”

“yes i am, i’m your good girl,” you babble as steve moves his hand to use his thumb to circle your clit because he knows that you’re close

he is too - in fact, he’s surprised that he’s lasted this long because ever since he walked into your bedroom and saw you in nothing but some panties and one of his t-shirts, he’s been a breath away from coming

“that’s right,” he grunts, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. “you gonna come for me, doll? gonna come all over this cock?”

you can do nothing but say “yes, yes, yes”, the sound of skin slapping together loud and rapid

steve feels your walls flutter with the telltale impeding sign of an orgasm and ruts into you faster, coaxing you with a “come for me, baby, do it”

and you do, falling on his chest as your body spasms powerfully and your heat clenches around steve, causing him to still and spill into you too with a deep moan

the two of you, sweaty and naked, lay there for some time to catch your breaths, steve still buried inside of you

“i lied.”

steve breaks the silence and you’re lost, so you furrow your brows and you lift your head up to look at him. he says nothing but rolls you to the side, spooning you from behind

“what?”

he puts his lips right next to your ear conspiratorially, as if he’s about to reveal some huge secret

“i am drunk.”

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