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LMAO like why would he do that!!!!! thank you for reading 🤭🫶

Not so fast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You just want Andy to stay in bed a lil longer <3

Warnings: None

Word count: ~450

Something wakes you. Just barely. It’s like your body knows whatever it was – it wasn’t supposed to. 

You can’t get yourself to open your eyes yet. You just listen. 

That’s when you hear it – The soft rustle of clothes and quiet footsteps moving back and forth from the closet to the bathroom. 

Andy.

It’s sweet the way he tries to be quick and hushed in the morning, but it never works. You usually just play along and let him think he succeeded in not waking you though. 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you roll over carefully to watch him. 

The room is still dark, but you can make out the shape of him. His shirt’s not buttoned yet.. neither are his pants for that matter. His tie is draped over his arm as he works more gel through his hair. 

If he’s noticed you watching, he hasn’t let you know. 

You realize it’s the latter when he finally speaks up without looking at you. 

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours this morning?”

Your smile just grows bigger. 

“Just daydreaming,” you sigh. 

He turns to you, and your eyes get caught on his fingers working on buttoning his shirt. 

“About what?”

You prop yourself up with your elbow and pull the sheets up to cover your chest. 

“About you coming back to bed.” 

He laughs quietly, tipping his head down, acting like he’s focusing on adjusting his clothes, but it’s more like he has to look away from the pleading look on your face, or it might just work on him.

“No comment, Counselor?” You tease, adding a pout for good measure. 

He walks toward the bed, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of your shoulders. 

“You’re tempting,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You feel hopeful when he sits on the edge of the bed, but he bends over, picking something off the floor. He comes back up with a pair of your panties dangling from his pointer finger. 

“...But someone has to work to afford all these pretty lingerie sets you like.” 

You scoff, grabbing them from him. 

“You mean the sets you like.” 

He shrugs. “Same difference.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you chuckle. 

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I leave—”

Before he can stand up you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. 

“Not so fast,” you murmur against his lips. 

You feel him smile and say something back, nudging you to make room for him on the bed again. “So convincing…”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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Sits on your dash

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BLACK WIDOW (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

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🤭🤭 thank you for reading!

Not so fast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You just want Andy to stay in bed a lil longer <3

Warnings: None

Word count: ~450

Something wakes you. Just barely. It’s like your body knows whatever it was – it wasn’t supposed to. 

You can’t get yourself to open your eyes yet. You just listen. 

That’s when you hear it – The soft rustle of clothes and quiet footsteps moving back and forth from the closet to the bathroom. 

Andy.

It’s sweet the way he tries to be quick and hushed in the morning, but it never works. You usually just play along and let him think he succeeded in not waking you though. 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you roll over carefully to watch him. 

The room is still dark, but you can make out the shape of him. His shirt’s not buttoned yet.. neither are his pants for that matter. His tie is draped over his arm as he works more gel through his hair. 

If he’s noticed you watching, he hasn’t let you know. 

You realize it’s the latter when he finally speaks up without looking at you. 

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours this morning?”

Your smile just grows bigger. 

“Just daydreaming,” you sigh. 

He turns to you, and your eyes get caught on his fingers working on buttoning his shirt. 

“About what?”

You prop yourself up with your elbow and pull the sheets up to cover your chest. 

“About you coming back to bed.” 

He laughs quietly, tipping his head forward, acting like he’s focusing on adjusting his clothes, but it’s more like he has to look away from the pleading look on your face, or it might just work on him.

“No comment, Counselor?” You tease, adding a pout for good measure. 

He walks toward the bed, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of your shoulders. 

“You’re tempting,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You feel hopeful when he sits on the edge of the bed, but he bends over, picking something off the floor. He comes back up with a pair of your panties dangling from his pointer finger. 

“...But someone has to work to afford all these pretty lingerie sets you like.” 

You scoff, grabbing them from him. 

“You mean the sets you like.” 

He shrugs. “Same difference.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you chuckle. 

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I leave—”

Before he can stand up you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. 

“Not so fast,” you murmur against his lips. 

You feel him smile and say something back, nudging you to make room for him on the bed again. “So convincing…”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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steve helping nat off the truck 🥺

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🤧🫶 thank you for reading!

Not so fast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You just want Andy to stay in bed a lil longer <3

Warnings: None

Word count: ~450

Something wakes you. Just barely. It’s like your body knows whatever it was – it wasn’t supposed to. 

You can’t get yourself to open your eyes yet. You just listen. 

That’s when you hear it – The soft rustle of clothes and quiet footsteps moving back and forth from the closet to the bathroom. 

Andy.

It’s sweet the way he tries to be quick and hushed in the morning, but it never works. You usually just play along and let him think he succeeded in not waking you though. 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you roll over carefully to watch him. 

The room is still dark, but you can make out the shape of him. His shirt’s not buttoned yet.. neither are his pants for that matter. His tie is draped over his arm as he works more gel through his hair. 

If he’s noticed you watching, he hasn’t let you know. 

You realize it’s the latter when he finally speaks up without looking at you. 

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours this morning?”

Your smile just grows bigger. 

“Just daydreaming,” you sigh. 

He turns to you, and your eyes get caught on his fingers working on buttoning his shirt. 

“About what?”

You prop yourself up with your elbow and pull the sheets up to cover your chest. 

“About you coming back to bed.” 

He laughs quietly, tipping his head forward, acting like he’s focusing on adjusting his clothes, but it’s more like he has to look away from the pleading look on your face, or it might just work on him.

“No comment, Counselor?” You tease, adding a pout for good measure. 

He walks toward the bed, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of your shoulders. 

“You’re tempting,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You feel hopeful when he sits on the edge of the bed, but he bends over, picking something off the floor. He comes back up with a pair of your panties dangling from his pointer finger. 

“...But someone has to work to afford all these pretty lingerie sets you like.” 

You scoff, grabbing them from him. 

“You mean the sets you like.” 

He shrugs. “Same difference.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you chuckle. 

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I leave—”

Before he can stand up you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. 

“Not so fast,” you murmur against his lips. 

You feel him smile and say something back, nudging you to make room for him on the bed again. “So convincing…”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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probably both 🙄 "just gotta rinse off" type shit

(NO WAYYYY I LOVE THE PISTACHIOOOOO)

Not so fast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You just want Andy to stay in bed a lil longer <3

Warnings: None

Word count: ~450

Something wakes you. Just barely. It’s like your body knows whatever it was – it wasn’t supposed to. 

You can’t get yourself to open your eyes yet. You just listen. 

That’s when you hear it – The soft rustle of clothes and quiet footsteps moving back and forth from the closet to the bathroom. 

Andy.

It’s sweet the way he tries to be quick and hushed in the morning, but it never works. You usually just play along and let him think he succeeded in not waking you though. 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you roll over carefully to watch him. 

The room is still dark, but you can make out the shape of him. His shirt’s not buttoned yet.. neither are his pants for that matter. His tie is draped over his arm as he works more gel through his hair. 

If he’s noticed you watching, he hasn’t let you know. 

You realize it’s the latter when he finally speaks up without looking at you. 

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours this morning?”

Your smile just grows bigger. 

“Just daydreaming,” you sigh. 

He turns to you, and your eyes get caught on his fingers working on buttoning his shirt. 

“About what?”

You prop yourself up with your elbow and pull the sheets up to cover your chest. 

“About you coming back to bed.” 

He laughs quietly, tipping his head forward, acting like he’s focusing on adjusting his clothes, but it’s more like he has to look away from the pleading look on your face, or it might just work on him.

“No comment, Counselor?” You tease, adding a pout for good measure. 

He walks toward the bed, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of your shoulders. 

“You’re tempting,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You feel hopeful when he sits on the edge of the bed, but he bends over, picking something off the floor. He comes back up with a pair of your panties dangling from his pointer finger. 

“...But someone has to work to afford all these pretty lingerie sets you like.” 

You scoff, grabbing them from him. 

“You mean the sets you like.” 

He shrugs. “Same difference.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you chuckle. 

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I leave—”

Before he can stand up you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. 

“Not so fast,” you murmur against his lips. 

You feel him smile and say something back, nudging you to make room for him on the bed again. “So convincing…”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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Why didn’t you include your signature Andy panty sniffing? 😞

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Not so fast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You just want Andy to stay in bed a lil longer <3

Warnings: None

Word count: ~450

Something wakes you. Just barely. It’s like your body knows whatever it was – it wasn’t supposed to. 

You can’t get yourself to open your eyes yet. You just listen. 

That’s when you hear it – The soft rustle of clothes and quiet footsteps moving back and forth from the closet to the bathroom. 

Andy.

It’s sweet the way he tries to be quick and hushed in the morning, but it never works. You usually just play along and let him think he succeeded in not waking you though. 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you roll over carefully to watch him. 

The room is still dark, but you can make out the shape of him. His shirt’s not buttoned yet.. neither are his pants for that matter. His tie is draped over his arm as he works more gel through his hair. 

If he’s noticed you watching, he hasn’t let you know. 

You realize it’s the latter when he finally speaks up without looking at you. 

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours this morning?”

Your smile just grows bigger. 

“Just daydreaming,” you sigh. 

He turns to you, and your eyes get caught on his fingers working on buttoning his shirt. 

“About what?”

You prop yourself up with your elbow and pull the sheets up to cover your chest. 

“About you coming back to bed.” 

He laughs quietly, tipping his head down, acting like he’s focusing on adjusting his clothes, but it’s more like he has to look away from the pleading look on your face, or it might just work on him.

“No comment, Counselor?” You tease, adding a pout for good measure. 

He walks toward the bed, leaning down to brace his hands on either side of your shoulders. 

“You’re tempting,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You feel hopeful when he sits on the edge of the bed, but he bends over, picking something off the floor. He comes back up with a pair of your panties dangling from his pointer finger. 

“...But someone has to work to afford all these pretty lingerie sets you like.” 

You scoff, grabbing them from him. 

“You mean the sets you like.” 

He shrugs. “Same difference.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you chuckle. 

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I leave—”

Before he can stand up you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. 

“Not so fast,” you murmur against his lips. 

You feel him smile and say something back, nudging you to make room for him on the bed again. “So convincing…”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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Andy Barber vs. Steve Rogers

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Is this the Pioneer for the Andy is a panty sniffer movement?

no!!! who sent you!!!!!!! 😰

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and that is so valid 🙂‍↕️🤭 thanks for reading!

Trouble

Pairing: Steve Rogers x grad student!Reader

Summary: The one day you choose to be a morning person gets you caught in a compromising position by your best friend. Read more of these two here and here 🫶

Warnings: Age gap, oral (m receiving), getting caught, 18+

Word count: ~600

You’re not a morning person. You’d die on that hill. 

But when Steve’s around… 

When he’s shirtless in your kitchen… Making himself at home, quietly humming while brewing a cup of coffee to wake you up with…

Maybe he’s starting to make you one. 

This morning, instead of pretending like his absence when he leaves your bed doesn’t wake you, you follow after him a few minutes later. 

He thinks you’re just sleepy and feeling clingy when you step behind him, silently wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek against his shoulder blade. 

He starts to realize how wrong he is when you slip around and slowly sink onto your knees in front of him. 

Now, he has one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other gently holds the back of your head as you softly gag on his cock. 

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans low and deep, voice still laced with sleep. 

You smile around him. That sound is enough to make you forget that you didn’t think through how uncomfortable kneeling on the linoleum floor like this would be.

“What happened to Miss ‘I don’t get out of bed before 10 a.m.’?”

That makes you laugh and you have to pull away for a second, letting your hand take over.

“You’ve changed me, Stevie,” you answer innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He barely holds himself together when you take him back in your mouth, keeping your eyes on his. 

His head falls back and he lets out a sigh. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You moan in response, taking him deeper, determined to get him to let go for you. 

But neither of you get the satisfaction before hearing a gasp come from across the room. 

“No fucking way–”

Steve damn near jumps, letting go of you and instinctively stepping back. 

Your best friend is standing in the doorway, donning her bag of snacks in one hand and a blanket draped over her other arm – ready for your usual day together catching up on shitty reality tv from the past week. 

“Shit, it’s Saturday,” you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“My god!” She laughs a little, but only because there’s no other way to react. “You have the instincts of a turtle, by the way.”

She gestures to you still sitting on the floor. Steve at least had the sense to tuck himself back into his sweats and put a distance between the two of you. If he didn’t have a fear of being rude, he would have walked away minutes ago. 

“Also, hi,” she says, awkwardly waving to him. 

He stutters out a few sounds that don’t actually make up words before just settling on waving back, but not without rolling his eyes at himself.

She looks back at you, finally pulling yourself up. 

“I forgot…” 

You start to explain, but she holds her hand up, telling you to stop. 

 “Clearly, or I wouldn’t have just walked in on you going down on the old guy from our art class.” 

She turns to walk toward your living room. Scarred, but not enough to leave. You know she’ll be begging for all the details later. 

“No offense,” she murmurs as she passes Steve. 

“Hey,” he shakes his head, holding his hands up to tell her none taken.

Once she’s out of the room, you step back closer to Steve.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him quietly. “I– I’ll make sure the door’s locked next time–”

He scoffs, but can’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Next time?”

You offer the same innocent look that made him fall apart before.

“You, my dear…” He whispers close to your ear, making you giggle. You both hear your friend groan in the distance, but don’t pay her any mind this time. “...Are trouble.”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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🤭 thanks for reading!

Trouble

Pairing: Steve Rogers x grad student!Reader

Summary: The one day you choose to be a morning person gets you caught in a compromising position by your best friend. Read more of these two here and here 🫶

Warnings: Age gap, oral (m receiving), getting caught, 18+

Word count: ~600

You’re not a morning person. You’d die on that hill. 

But when Steve’s around… 

When he’s shirtless in your kitchen… Making himself at home, quietly humming while brewing a cup of coffee to wake you up with…

Maybe he’s starting to make you one. 

This morning, instead of pretending like his absence when he leaves your bed doesn’t wake you, you follow after him a few minutes later. 

He thinks you’re just sleepy and feeling clingy when you step behind him, silently wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek against his shoulder blade. 

He starts to realize how wrong he is when you slip around and slowly sink onto your knees in front of him. 

Now, he has one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other gently holds the back of your head as you softly gag on his cock. 

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans low and deep, voice still laced with sleep. 

You smile around him. That sound is enough to make you forget that you didn’t think through how uncomfortable kneeling on the linoleum floor like this would be.

“What happened to Miss ‘I don’t get out of bed before 10 a.m.’?”

That makes you laugh and you have to pull away for a second, letting your hand take over.

“You’ve changed me, Stevie,” you answer innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He barely holds himself together when you take him back in your mouth, keeping your eyes on his. 

His head falls back and he lets out a sigh. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You moan in response, taking him deeper, determined to get him to let go for you. 

But neither of you get the satisfaction before hearing a gasp come from across the room. 

“No fucking way–”

Steve damn near jumps, letting go of you and instinctively stepping back. 

Your best friend is standing in the doorway, donning her bag of snacks in one hand and a blanket draped over her other arm – ready for your usual day together catching up on shitty reality tv from the past week. 

“Shit, it’s Saturday,” you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“My god!” She laughs a little, but only because there’s no other way to react. “You have the instincts of a turtle, by the way.”

She gestures to you still sitting on the floor. Steve at least had the sense to tuck himself back into his sweats and put a distance between the two of you. If he didn’t have a fear of being rude, he would have walked away minutes ago. 

“Also, hi,” she says, awkwardly waving to him. 

He stutters out a few sounds that don’t actually make up words before just settling on waving back, but not without rolling his eyes at himself.

She looks back at you, finally pulling yourself up. 

“I forgot…” 

You start to explain, but she holds her hand up, telling you to stop. 

 “Clearly, or I wouldn’t have just walked in on you going down on the old guy from our art class.” 

She turns to walk toward your living room. Scarred, but not enough to leave. You know she’ll be begging for all the details later. 

“No offense,” she murmurs as she passes Steve. 

“Hey,” he shakes his head, holding his hands up to tell her none taken.

Once she’s out of the room, you step back closer to Steve.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him quietly. “I– I’ll make sure the door’s locked next time–”

He scoffs, but can’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Next time?”

You offer the same innocent look that made him fall apart before.

“You, my dear…” He whispers close to your ear, making you giggle. You both hear your friend groan in the distance, but don’t pay her any mind this time. “...Are trouble.”

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @mrspeacem1nusone @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

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Dakota Johnson and Chris Evans Interview Each Other! (Exclusive)

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omg of course 🫡 thank YOU for reading!

Trouble

Pairing: Steve Rogers x grad student!Reader

Summary: The one day you choose to be a morning person gets you caught in a compromising position by your best friend. Read more of these two here and here 🫶

Warnings: Age gap, oral (m receiving), getting caught, 18+

Word count: ~600

You’re not a morning person. You’d die on that hill. 

But when Steve’s around… 

When he’s shirtless in your kitchen… Making himself at home, quietly humming while brewing a cup of coffee to wake you up with…

Maybe he’s starting to make you one. 

This morning, instead of pretending like his absence when he leaves your bed doesn’t wake you, you follow after him a few minutes later. 

He thinks you’re just sleepy and feeling clingy when you step behind him, silently wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek against his shoulder blade. 

He starts to realize how wrong he is when you slip around and slowly sink onto your knees in front of him. 

Now, he has one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other gently holds the back of your head as you softly gag on his cock. 

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans low and deep, voice still laced with sleep. 

You smile around him. That sound is enough to make you forget that you didn’t think through how uncomfortable kneeling on the linoleum floor like this would be.

“What happened to Miss ‘I don’t get out of bed before 10 a.m.’?”

That makes you laugh and you have to pull away for a second, letting your hand take over.

“You’ve changed me, Stevie,” you answer innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He barely holds himself together when you take him back in your mouth, keeping your eyes on his. 

His head falls back and he lets out a sigh. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You moan in response, taking him deeper, determined to get him to let go for you. 

But neither of you get the satisfaction before hearing a gasp come from across the room. 

“No fucking way–”

Steve damn near jumps, letting go of you and instinctively stepping back. 

Your best friend is standing in the doorway, donning her bag of snacks in one hand and a blanket draped over her other arm – ready for your usual day together catching up on shitty reality tv from the past week. 

“Shit, it’s Saturday,” you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“My god!” She laughs a little, but only because there’s no other way to react. “You have the instincts of a turtle, by the way.”

She gestures to you still sitting on the floor. Steve at least had the sense to tuck himself back into his sweats and put a distance between the two of you. If he didn’t have a fear of being rude, he would have walked away minutes ago. 

“Also, hi,” she says, awkwardly waving to him. 

He stutters out a few sounds that don’t actually make up words before just settling on waving back, but not without rolling his eyes at himself.

She looks back at you, finally pulling yourself up. 

“I forgot…” 

You start to explain, but she holds her hand up, telling you to stop. 

 “Clearly, or I wouldn’t have just walked in on you going down on the old guy from our art class.” 

She turns to walk toward your living room. Scarred, but not enough to leave. You know she’ll be begging for all the details later. 

“No offense,” she murmurs as she passes Steve. 

“Hey,” he shakes his head, holding his hands up to tell her none taken.

Once she’s out of the room, you step back closer to Steve.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him quietly. “I– I’ll make sure the door’s locked next time–”

He scoffs, but can’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Next time?”

You offer the same innocent look that made him fall apart before.

“You, my dear…” He whispers close to your ear, making you giggle. You both hear your friend groan in the distance, but don’t pay her any mind this time. “...Are trouble.”

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Give Me More Than Just Some Butterflies

Pairing: Steve Rogers x grad student!Reader

Summary: You begin to learn the shy Steve Rogers from your art class isn't so shy with you. Read the setup for these two here 🫶

Warnings: Age gap, unprotected sex I fear, 18+

Word count: ~700

Your chest rises and falls as you take in and let out slow, steady breaths. You’re sprawled out on your bed with Steve beside you, still half on top of you. His flushed, damp skin presses against yours. 

You can’t help but let out a quiet laugh, thinking to yourself thank God you let him take you out first if this was the return. 

But his first thoughts are somewhere else. When he finally speaks up, his voice is low and rough as he lifts his head to look down at you. 

“Was that okay?”

You slowly blink up at him, not immediately following what he’s asking.

“What?”

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and breathes out a small laugh. His hand on your hip squeezes gently. 

“It’s been a while,” he admits. “I feel like I got a little carried away.”

“Oh,” you giggle, but stop yourself not wanting it to seem like you’re laughing at him. He was a little rough, sure, but it was good. “No, I liked it.”

His look of relief is cute. He leans closer to you again, brushing his lips against yours. “Yeah?”

You nod and complete the kiss. “Yeah.”

His response comes in the form of trailing slow kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 

His deliberate movements coax a gasp out of you. “Steve–”

He smiles against your skin. “Hm?”

You feel the bed shift as he moves – His leg that’s resting between your own nudges against your thigh, guiding you to spread your legs and make room for him between them again. 

As you follow his lead, you can feel a faint ache that’s setting in from how thoroughly he fucked you the first time, but it’s not enough to impede your desire for it again. 

You tilt your head, giving him better access to your neck and collarbone. Your hand slips between your bodies to find him hard again. He lets out a deep groan when your fingers wrap around him, stroking gently. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he mutters. 

“Think you can handle one more round, old man?” You tease, referencing the first night you talked.

“See, I knew you were thinking about my age,” he scoffs. 

He rolls his hips, pressing his cock against your wet pussy. He gives you a second before thrusting into you in one deep stroke. A cocky smirk appears on his face hearing your loud moan and he lifts his head to watch a look of pleasure take over you. 

His name falls from your lips again, this time as a whimper. 

He groans, feeling your fingertips dig into his sides as you hold onto him. “God, you feel so good.”

He moves torturously slow at first, making sure you feel every inch of his cock dragging in and out of your tight cunt. He holds a hand against your waist as he sets a steady pace. 

Writhing beneath him, you arch your back, trying to feel him even deeper. “Please,” you beg. 

“Please what?” He asks in a teasing tone. 

“Fuck me, please.”

“What do you think I’m doing, sweetheart?”

Asshole.

“Harder,” you plead. 

He hums, acting like he’s thinking about it, and he ultimately decides to oblige. His lips meet yours again for a deep kiss as he snaps his hips forward, harder this time. 

As his movements become more intense, the room fills with the obscene sounds of his hips meeting yours and heavy breaths from both of you. 

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Just like that. Good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re right on the edge of coming for him again. You whine as the overstimulation begins to set it. 

“Steve– I’m–”

“I know,” he pants, fucking you even harder. “Let go for me.”

That’s all you need. Pleasure crashes over you in waves as you cry out his name. 

Your climax spurs his own. His hips stutter and his movements come to an abrupt halt as he spills inside you.

Silence takes over as you both focus on catching your breath again. 

It’s a chuckle from Steve that pulls you out of your blissful daze. 

“I think the question should be whether you can keep up with me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

Through heavy breaths, you let out a laugh. “No fucking kidding.”

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