#Steve Rogers x reader smut

[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? (9)

WC: 2k words Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Flirting. Fluff. Almost smut.

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Steffan's place wasn't too far, just a short walk from her own street, and it was in a lovely building.

He made sure to open all the doors for her – the gate, the entrance, and even the lift. Steffan was quite the gentleman.

“This looks like a peaceful spot,” Betty commented as they went up to the 14th floor.

Maybe it was silly, but she secretly hoped he had an apartment with a view of the East River; she'd always found it stunning.

It was a pleasant surprise when he opened her door and saw a window facing the river, and smiled as she stepped inside.

Steffan followed her, shutting the door behind them, and pointed to a small closet area.

“You can hang your coat and leave your shoes here. I'll find you something comfortable to wear to bed,” Steffan said with a warm smile. “Feel free to poke around. My home is your home.”

She nodded, still careful as she walked around. Steffan's apartment was neat, with a minimalist design. Not many decorations were in sight, but she noticed a single picture hanging on the wall and several thriving plants.

Betty only took off her coat, hanging it up in the closet space, and walked further into the apartment as he disappeared through one of the doors. The entrance led straight into a long kitchen, with a table for four. Beyond that, there was the living room area with doors leading to the balcony. She could see two chairs outside and an empty canvas nearby.

“Do you paint?” she asked, surprised.

She heard some steps, and turned back to look at him.

Steffan was holding a black shirt and some sweat shorts in his hand.

“Sometimes,” he answered. “I don’t have a lot of time to do that these days, though. A lot of work to be done.”

He set the clothes on one of the chairs by the table, and followed her with an easy smile.

“It’s quite the view,” he noted, stopping by her side. “I always wondered if anyone could swim in that before I came to America.”

She chuckled.

“And then you found out it's practically sewage?” she asked playfully.

Steffan just smirked.

“Yep.”

Betty giggled a little, and he fully looked at her, locking his eyes on her feet.

“You want help with those?” he offered.

She looked down. Oh, well, her shoes did have a lot of clasps.

“If you are up to it,” she chuckled nervously.

Steffan pointed to his couch. She walked over, sat down, and used a pillow to cover anything that might show. He knelt in front of her on one knee and moved his hands very slowly to raise her foot to rest on his thigh.

He could easily encircle her whole ankle with his thumb and forefinger. His hands were huge—just like Steffan himself! What on earth did they feed him in Germany? Where could you get that kind of growth formula to poor families?

She looked away from him, feeling her face burning.

She had to stop obsessing over his hands, it was getting weird. Poor man.

Steffan expertly undid the clasps on her shoe, freeing her ankle with great care, and placed her bare foot gently on the ground before moving on to the other shoe.

“Have you been living here for long?” Betty asked, breaking the silence. “Not a lot of Germans in Brooklyn, it’s a more Slavic place. Especially Williamsburg.”

She was there because of their community. Why wouldn’t he look for the same thing?

He raised his pretty blue eyes to her face, seeming to consider his answer.

"I moved here recently," he finally replied. "I was transferred to... take care of some business."

Business.

That word usually meant ‘stop asking questions’.

“Do you like it?” she asked, tilting her head. “The new place, I mean.”

Steffan's shoulders relaxed, and he worked on the final clasp of her shoe.

"It's comfortable," he confirmed. "The view is quite lovely, and the rooms are spacious, which is a rarity in New York."

Betty smirked. Well, not too rare if you have money.

She kept her name to herself, though.

He set her foot down, at last, and looking up at her from his spot on the floor.

“I’ll get the bed ready,” he told her. “You can change in the bathroom by the office.”

Betty raised an eyebrow, slightly bewildered. Was that it? No flirting? No further advances?

"Would you like to watch something?" he added quickly. "If you're not tired, of course."

She nodded. Oh, well.

“It’s a nice idea,” she confirmed.

Steffan stood up, carrying her shoes along, and smiled as he moved to the closet by the door again, setting her shoes there.

Betty was still a little awkward when she got the clothes from the chair and went into the bathroom he had pointed her to.

She took off her dress and squinted at the basic shirt before taking her bra off too, and put it on. Yeah, it was thick and loose enough she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Besides… less clothes to take off if he had second intentions – though he certainly didn’t seem like had any intention at all with her.

She put on the sweat shorts, and tied them under the shirt, looking at herself in the mirror.

Wow, she looked frumpy.

Yeah, there was no way that German boy would feel anything for her looking like that.

Still, she adjusted her hair and put some of her lipstick back on, and tried to own the lounge look, and sent Wanda a little warning about having arrived along with her location before getting out of the bathroom with her folded clothes in hand.

Steffan had already removed his jacket and dress shirt when Betty returned to the living room. He was now dressed in just a white sleeveless shirt, jeans, and socks. As she entered the room, she couldn't help but pause to admire him. Those arms were impressive, to say the least.

He looked up and his expression slowly shifted as he took her in. A small smile played on his lips, and he pressed them together before clearing his throat.

“Comfortable?” he asked in a slightly shaky voice, his cheeks gaining an adorable shade of pink.

Betty nodded, a playful glint in her eye.

"Very. I might just keep this look for myself."

Steffan chuckled, his blush deepening even further, and he gestured to the couch while holding the remote, and she walked to it to sit down, and he followed right after her.

But then he sat by her side, and looked at her, and Betty really wasn’t thinking about watching a show or a film or anything.

She raised her hand to his cheek and turned him to look at her, and looked into his eyes, giving him a chance to pull away from her, but he didn’t, just leaning in and resting his forehead on hers.

Steffan exhaled slowly, almost shuddering as he looked down at her lips.

“You look really pretty in my shirt,” he chuckled, sounding a little shaky. “It’s.. quite the look.”

She smiled back, and cut the distance between them slowly, pressing her lips to his, kissing him.

It It started calm and sweet, and she inhaled deeply when he put his hand on her waist, and parted her lips when she felt his teeth tugging on her bottom lip. Steffan took it very eagerly, pulling her closer.

And eventually, she was on his lap, and what a good lap it was.

His hands were holding her close and her hands were on his neck as they kissed and kissed and kissed, breathless and hungry.

Steffan pushed his touch up her back and into her top, her skin warm where his fingers touched her.

She pushed her fingers into his short blonde hair, earning a tight squeeze of his hands around her waist, and he moved a single hand up to her hair, wrapping his fingers in it and holding it tight, and Betty let out a little whimper.

“You like this?” he spoke into her lips.

“More,” Betty pleaded in a whisper, without a drop of decency to at least keep that in.

He moved his hips, and Betty was certain, then, that his hands weren’t the only big thing in his body – and she wanted to see it for herself.

He pulled her hair harder, and she let out a full moan, arching her chest.

And then something changed.

His whole posture went stiff, and he slowly released her hair.

Fuck, she had screwed up.

Betty wanted to slap herself.

That wasn’t a sound you just give to people easily, he probably thought she was a pervert with disgusting ideas.

“Fuck me,” Steffan mumbled.

She climbed off of his lap quickly, too nervous to even ask anything.

“I’m so sorry,” she spoke quickly. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why I did that.”

Betty walked back, adjusting her clothes.

“You know, I’ll just...” she pointed at the door. “I’ll go home.”

Yeah, that was the best decision, she wasn’t going to let anything… that…

“No,” Steffan stood up quickly, a little bent, as if trying to hide his state. “No, no, no, please.”

She shook her head.

Oh what was she doing, this was their first date! Who does that in a first date!

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” he insisted quickly. “I swear, Betty, this has nothing to do with you!”

Betty stopped in her tracks, feeling a little frozen.

What?

“Look, I get it,” she said quickly. “You don’t have to appease me, I’ll take it like an adult-”

Before she could continue, he took her hand quickly, making her stop.

“Please,” Steffan implored. “I promise you, it's not what you're thinking!”

She gazed at him, bewildered. It wasn't what she thought? Could it be worse?

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, connecting the dots.

He had a girlfriend. Or perhaps a fiancée. Maybe even a wife.

She pulled her hand back.

“You have a wife,” she accused, squinting at him.

His eyes widened, and he shook his head vehemently.

“I don't have a wife! I have... a neighbour.”

He had a… neighbour?

Betty stared at him.

“What?” she exclaimed, thoroughly baffled.

His face had turned beet red, and he looked so mortified it was almost pitiable.

“Two neighbours, one to this side and the other door to door to me,” he explained in a rushed voice. “And one has someone’s grandmother who came all the way from Russia, and the other has her mother staying over to help with a new baby, and everyone here has the best hearing I’ve ever encountered in a building.”

Realization slowly dawned on her.

Oh.

Oh!

“Oh,” she took her had to her mouth.

She was making noise!

That was quite the noise, after all.

“I'm so sorry,” she gasped.

And to punctuate their conversation, the sound of a crying baby echoed from outside.

“Oh, no,” Betty exclaimed.

Steffan covered his face with his hand, muttering something in German.

“I'm so sorry,” he apologized swiftly. “I should have mentioned this earlier.”

A nervous chuckle escaped her lips as she rubbed her face with her hand too, and Betty began to giggle, and he joined in, both of them sharing a laugh as they relaxed.

“Let's just sleep,” Steffan suggested. “You can take my bed, I'll sleep on-”

“On your bed too,” Betty interjected. “I'm not kicking you out of your own room.”

It was quite chivalrous of him to offer her his bed, but just as she was open to the idea of sleeping with him after fucking him, she was also perfectly content with simply sleeping together – in the literal way.

Steffan seemed like he wanted to protest, and then exhaled, nodding, agreeing.

"I'll change," he told her. "And then we can get some rest."

Betty smiled; it sounded like a great plan.

It had been a long day, anyway.

…

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

enemies to lovers (fuckers lol) with nomad steve

nomad steve was his best era, no contest

smut warning!!

“Do you ever stop running your goddamn mouth, Captain Perfect?”

That was the straw that broke the camels back.

Steve strides towards you, shoving you back into the wall as hard as he can. You hit it with a thud, the ricochet of the impact rattling through your bones.

He’s seething. The two of you have never seen eye to eye, but it seems to be at boiling point recently. You don’t buy his American Hero act - you haven’t for a single second. He doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like that you can see right through him.

You think he’s going to hit you, put his fist through the wall maybe. Instead, he drops his forehead onto yours, breathing deeply through his nose. You’re not sure where the sudden intimacy has come from, but you can’t deny that it’s sending shivers down your spine.

“I have an idea,” you murmur, tangling your fingers into his long hair and tugging so he’s looking at you.

He hums noncommittally, as if to encourage you to continue.

“How about you put that mouth to better use, hmm?”

Steve’s eyes darken, tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation.

“Yeah?” he rasps. “Gonna let me eat the attitude right out of you?”

You scoff, trying to remain unaffected.

“You can try your fucking hardest, Rogers. No promises, though.”

He’s dropping to his knees before you can even register what’s happening, long fingers tangling into the waistband of your pants and yanking them down your legs. When you buck your hips forward, he shoves your pelvis back into the wall with a slam.

“I may be on my knees, sweetheart, but don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

You roll your eyes, and he sinks his teeth into your thigh in retaliation.

“Oh, and I like to be called Captain in bed.”

He dives in with no further hesitation, determined on his mission to get you to comply.

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Never say “no” to your husband | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Dark!Mob!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You say “no” when Steve wants you to warm his cock in front of his men.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 557

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI Smut, dark!Steve, mention of fingering, unprotected p in v, rough sex

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> 🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about: Dark!Steve Rogers + covering your mouth @stargazingfangirl18

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for sending that Drabble idea. It was funny.

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“Come on. Don’t be like that, honey.”

Steve groans and grasps your hand, stopping you from leaving the room while he turns you around. Your front crashes almost painfully against the hard wall in front of you. You hiss softly, and Steve pushes himself against you, holding you tight between the wall and his body. You can feel his tensing muscles against your back and the way his fingers dig into your skin.

“Stevie, pl-,” you whimper, but you get interrupted by his forward thrusting hips.

Steve's hand snaps to your face, covering your mouth before you can complain or beg even more. He knows that you would try to convince him to let go of you, but he won’t. He is desperate, and he wants you, your tight pussy. He owns his reward; he is the most popular mob boss, so he deserves to be treated like that. He thrusts his hips another time forward, his growing bulge pressing against your ass, and you whine against his hand.

“Told you to be good. Wanted to bury my dick inside of you earlier, but you made a scene. There were just a few of my men. You're a bad girl. You little slut, now I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbles into your ear before he kisses down your neck.

Steve’s hand, which isn’t covering your mouth, removes your pants, freeing his cock. He moans loudly when he runs his thumb over the tip of his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum all over his dick, and gives himself a few strokes. Your husband loves to have you like that, begging for him to stop, maybe for his cock - depends on his mood. But now he just wants to fuck the attitude out of you, the way you said “no” to him when he told you to warm his dick. You didn’t want to, since he had a meeting with his men. Steve didn’t like to hear a no when it came to things he asked for. Not to mention that he always gets what he wants, as does his sweet little wife, who has to give him whatever he wants.

Steve’s hand lets go of his dick, sliding around your body until he reaches your pussy, moving them through your already wet folds. Steve chuckles, knowing your body exactly and how to touch you to make you drip like that. He rubs your clit, adding more pressure while he listens to the soft, muffled moans that leave your lips.

“Like that, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut for me.”

Before you can protest in any way, he shoves his dick inside of you. Your walls are stretching painfully, but your arousal makes it easy for him to slide balls deep inside of your tight pussy. Steve can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you and your pretty little pussy.

“Don’t try to wiggle out of my grip. We both know you love that, love being fucked like that by your husband,” he groans, starting to thurst in a brutal pace inside of you.

His hand covers your mouth, your screams and moans muffled by it, while his dick stretches you like no one else could. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is able to fuck you whenever and wherever you want.

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[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? (9)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC!Betty WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Flirting. Fluff.

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Betty was in giggles by the time the waiter took their plates away, and both her and Steffan had shifted from his spot to sit right by her side.

He had the sweetest stories of his childhood, the funniest memories!

"I mean it," he said with a grin. "The crib was destroyed, I had chewed every rod, every bit of wood my mouth could reach."

Her laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. The mental image of a little Steffan wreaking havoc on a crib with his itchy baby teeth was both endearing and comical.

“My mother wanted to pass it on to a friend who was having a baby, but she couldn’t, she was so embarrassed.”

Betty burst into more laughter, her head falling onto Steffan's shoulder as he held her hand.

“You sound like you were a really eventful child,” she giggled.

He turned his head to her, looking very close into her eyes, and she bit her lower lip, inhaling in a bit of surprise when he kissed the tip of her nose.

Her whole face flushed with warmth, and they both leaned back just in time as the waiter returned, presenting them with two beautifully caramelized Crème Brûlée desserts.

"Have you really never tried this before?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as the waiter departed with a nod of approval. “Everyone has tried Crème Brûlée.”

Steffan shrugged, his gaze still on hers.

“I haven’t,” he insisted.

Betty looked at the dessert, debating what she should do as he watched her quietly, his gaze warm and charged.

Finally, her wishes won, and she reached for one of the spoons, her fingers brushing against his on the way, and took the dessert closer.

“There’s no pleasure like the pleasure of breaking the crust,”  she declared, her voice soft as a secret shared. “Might I do the honour?”

He nodded with a gentle smile, his eyes fixed on her, and Betty used the tip of the spoon to break the caramelised sugar layer before scooping up a spoonful of the creamy delight. Oh, it was so creamy, it looked wonderful.

“Open up,” she whispered.

Steffan licked his lips before complying, and she pushed the thin spoon into his mouth with crush and cream, and watched as he chewed through it, his eyes never left hers as he savoured the bite.

“What do you think?” Betty asked softly.

He nodded, his lips still stained from the dessert, and he swallowed with a contented sigh.

"This is wonderful," he praised. "I can see the hype now."

She chuckled.

“Well, there is a reason it is such a famous dessert.”

He hummed positively, and she could see how his eyes were moving from her eyes to her lips, and left the spoon aside to lean a little closer to him.

"I was wondering," Steffan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath gentle against her skin. "If I wanted to kiss you... if I asked you, what would your answer be?"

She shuddered, shivering, and exhaled slowly, setting her eyes on his lips. They did look wonderfully attractive.

“I’d say you are free to do so.”

Steffan leaned in slowly against her, and she closed her eyes a moment before feeling his lips brushing against hers.

It was a slow thing, a sweet and careful touch of his lips against hers as his hand came to her chin, holding it tenderly.

There was still sugar on his lips, and she could feel it, and Betty didn’t even think before giving it a little lick.

It was enough to give him the chance of doing the same, fully kissing her now, fully devouring her in the kiss, and she surrendered to it willingly.

By the time they pulled back – and Betty didn’t quite want to pull back but this was a restaurant and she was not willing to be kicked out – his lips were stained with her lipstick and she could taste the custard in her mouth as his nose rubbed against hers and they both breathed through it together.

Their moment was sadly interrupted by the ringing of her phone, and Betty jumped back, away from him, picking it from her purse.

“It’s Wanda,” she realised. “I have to take this.”

“Of course.”

She left her purse with Steffan, walking off to a corner.

Wanda would never interrupt her date unless it was an emergency.

Betty picked it up in a quiet place near the hostess.

“Wan?”

“Hi,” Wanda exhaled on the other side, sounding relieved. “Are you coming home yet?”

She frowned.

“No,” she shook her head. “We are having dessert. What happened?”

“The whole street is dark,” she told her, sounding frustrated. “I think some… uh… stupid English!”

Betty grimaced, yeah, she struggled with that during stressful times too.

“Can you describe what happened?” she suggested.

“The… light stick that holds the cables exploded,” her friend grumbled.

Yeah, light stick was accurate, she didn’t know the name of those things either.

“How are things with Steffan?”

“Nice,” she told her. “And over there?”

“We locked up,” Wanda spoke, lamenting it. “Piet says he can wait for you outside, but I don’t like to do that when the street is all dark, who knows what can happen.”

Betty nodded, shifting on her feet, a bit nervous now.

"I completely get it. I'll talk to Steffan, and I'll text you once I know what we're doing, okay?”

Shit…

Betty hated even going out when her street was all dark, it wasn’t safe.

“Sorry about that,” her friend apologised.

“It’s not your fault, Wan,” she sighed. “I’ll text you in a minute.”

Betty hung up and moved back to her table, and Steffan hadn’t even touched the dessert she’d left behind.

“What happened?” he asked.

“A power outage in our street,” she sighed. “And our building doesn’t have a generator.”

He sat up straighter.

“Is it safe to go out there?”

She grimaced.

“Well… there were some unfortunate situations when that happened,” she hesitated. “Piet offered to pick me up.”

"No need for that," he shook his head. "If you'd like, you can spend the night at my place?"

Betty hesitated.

Oh?

He was quick to not let her thoughts wander.

“Of course, I don’t expect anything to happen tonight,” he assured her quickly. “But I would be the worst man in this city if I let you get back there and put yourself in a dangerous situation.”

She bit her lower lip, weighing her options.

Well, she wasn't entirely opposed to something happening, either.

“Are you sure?” Betty asked, still hesitant. “It’s our first date.”

He shrugged with a little smirk on his lips.

“If you count out grocery shopping together, it would be our second,” Steffan noted.

She chuckled with him and rested her hands on the table.

“If you are sure,” Betty decided. “Thank you.”

…

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

pre-serum Steve and post-serum Steve so she can compare

now that’s an idea

smut warning!!

You’re ninety percent sure the man you’re looking at right now isn’t your boyfriend.

He looks like him. Still smells like him. He talks like him, walks like him.

But he’s… different.

He’s tall. He’s broad. He’s got so much muscle you’re not sure where to look. Your boyfriend was scrawny, skinny, small in stature with a huge heart. The man in front of you is… massive.

“Steve?”

“Hi, sweetheart.”

He sounds the same. But this doesn’t just happen. When he left this morning, he was 5 foot nothing and barely 100 pounds. He’s returned looking like some kind of superhero.

“You’re… you look so… I don’t -”

“I know, baby. I know.”

Your jaw is still dropped open, unable to find the words.

“I’ll explain everything,” he justifies. “It’s… complicated. But I promise, I will tell you everything.”

“Okay,” you whisper, struggling to make your voice any stronger. “Everything, Steve.”

You look at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say. You don’t know what comes over you suddenly, but whatever it is, it’s primal.

You jump into Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him like your life depends on it. It’s filthy, all teeth and tongue and jagged edges. He wraps himself around you, hands finding the bare skin of your back under your shirt.

The groans he releases into your mouth are low and honeyed and grumbled, completely unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him. You can’t get enough, fingers tangling in his t shirt to pull him closer.

He picks you up by the back of your thighs with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes you up against the wall. You’re dizzy, lightheaded with confusion at the entire situation - but you can’t deny that the warmth running through your veins is clouding everything. You stop questioning for a second, and give yourself over to Steve.

“I’ll explain,” he murmurs against your neck as he trails open mouthed kisses into your skin. “After I take you to bed. Okay?”

You nod, tilting your head to give him better access. Steve pulls away to gaze at you all dreamy.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too,” you whisper. “Now take me upstairs. Please.”

[sunvmars]

as sweet as cake || s.r. [6.1]

pairing: steve rogers x afab reader

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word count: 6k (im so sorry this is so long :')) summary: flashback from the photo of steve's birthday at the beach as mentioned in chapters two and three :) warnings: swearing, smut implications/mentions, smut (unprotected sex, appraisal, fingering & oral (f receiving)) it's really just filth, guys a/n: a sweet little filler chapter before actual chapter 6 comes out later although it could be read as a one-shot, technically.

The salty beach air fills your lungs as the night breeze tousles your hair. You lay in Steve's lap with your head resting on his broad chest as he admires you, the warm sand feeling like a soft blanket under you. A smile that matches his perfectly is etched on your face, both of you soaking in the moment.

His heartbeat was almost in tune with the soothing sound of the crashing waves. The rhythmic beating of his heart would typically put you to sleep- but in this case, Bucky was currently sitting across from you two holding your last piece of Steve's birthday cake.

You exchange a playful glance with Bucky; his eyes narrow at you and you stick your tongue out at him in retaliation. The cake had been the hottest commodity that day and the fight for the last piece had come down to this intimidating final round of rock, paper, scissors.

Tony, Nat, and Pepper walk by right as you're about to throw out your hands, but Tony stops to say, "I hope she beats you," with a smirk on his face. Bucky grumbles and shoots him a glare but you smile up at him instead.

"Thank you, Tony," you say.

"Always," Tony grins.

Steve laughs at the stark contrast in expressions between you and Bucky. Before Bucky can say anything, Tony snaps a picture of the three of you and scurries off to catch up to Pepper and Nat.

"And there he goes," you giggle, earning a chuckle from the blond behind you.

"Alright you two, on the count of three," Steve says, ever the referee, "One... two... three!" he counts out.

You and Bucky throw out your hands with one swift and synchronized movement to reveal your chosen moves. Bucky's paper covers your rock; he chuckles lowly as you groan.

A dramatic sigh escapes your lips and you look up at Steve with a frown. He smiles down at you, his fingers gently tugging mindlessly on the thin straps of your bikini bottoms.

"I lost," you say, faking a frown.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Buck was gonna share with you, sweetheart," he replies softly.

"Oh, was he?"

"Of course, baby." Steve leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "It's my birthday, and I say you can have a bite."

Bucky raises an eyebrow at the two of you. "Since when can you auction up somebody else's food, punk?" he asks, an obvious smirk in his voice.

"Like I said, it is my birthday, so that has to count for something, right?" Steve says with a shrug. "Plus, she's got on my favorite bikini- I'd give her whatever she asks for right now," he adds.

And he wasn't lying, the bikini is his favorite of yours. The hues mimicked that of a sunset and complimented your skin just right.

Bucky shakes his head in mock disbelief. "I guess I can't argue with that," he concedes, bringing a forkful of cake to your mouth.

You smile and take a bite from the fork, the chocolate flavor melting in your mouth. "Thanks, Buck."

"Can't say no to either of you anyways," Bucky grins.

You beam, "We know."

With the cake situation now, somewhat peacefully, resolved, you settle back into the comfort of Steve's arms. Bucky leans backwards to rest on his forearms in the sand, placing the now empty plate on the ground. The waves continue their gentle lullaby, the stars twinkle brightly, and the world feels perfect- whole, even.

Bucky breaks the silence, "So, Steve, do you feel old yet?"

Steve shoots him a playful glare, "Hey, you're right up there with me, Buck. Besides, she keeps me young," he states.

"Oh, really? Cause I think I see a grey hair right there," Bucky snickers, pointing up at Steve's hair.

"You weren't supposed to tell him, Buck," you say, joining in on the teasing.

"Well, if I do have any it's because of the two of you," Steve jokes back.

"I guess we'll just have to keep him feeling young then, won't we, doll?" Bucky grins as he winks at you. "As much as I enjoy the banter, I think I'm gonna go for a swim, either of you interested in coming?" Bucky asks as he rises to his feet.

The offer is tempting, but it dims in comparison to Steve's warm chest. It also dims in comparison to what you know is to come if you don't go swimming. You tilt your head up at Steve, exchanging a knowing glance with him.

You direct your attention back to Bucky and shake your head at him. "No, think I'm good right here, Buck. You go enjoy the water, though."

Steve nods in agreement with you. "We'll catch up with you later?"

Bucky offers a small smile. "Alright, you two enjoy your alone time then," he says before making his way towards the inviting waves.

Steve, once Bucky is far enough away, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. "Honey, have I mentioned how good you look in that?" he asks, fingers tugging at your bottoms again.

"Not nearly enough," you answer, looking up at him again.

"Well isn't that just a shame? Guess I'll have to make up for it then," he murmurs.

Steve's free hand cups your cheek then he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. The taste of chocolate faintly lingers on your tongue as his lips work against yours. His hand makes its way from your cheek into your hair, fingers running themselves through the damp strands.

His eyes meet yours when he pulls away. "I love you."

"And I love you," you reply lovingly.

He starts to pepper slow kisses along your jaw to make his way down your neck. The sensation makes you shiver as a sigh of pleasure falls from your lips. His trail comes to a halt when he gets just below your ear.

"No one's in the beach house, you know," Steve says quietly, his voice husky in your ear. "You think we should take this inside, poppet?"

"I think that's a fantastic idea, Captain."

He doesn't allow for another second to pass before untangling his arms from around your waist. After rising to his feet, he offers out a hand to help you up; you accept with a smile. Both of you walk hand in hand to the beach house, the anticipation of being alone with you making Steve's steps a bit quicker than yours.

The inside of the beach house is only lit up by a few stray candles and the moonlight pouring in from the sunroof in the kitchen. The house was fairly huge and housed the entire team, so it was unreasonably dark downstairs.

A yelp escapes you when Steve lifts you effortlessly into his arms to carry you bridal style. He slides you onto the kitchen counter and then pulls you as close to the edge as possible without you falling off. He spreads your legs allowing room for him to stand in between them.

"Was gonna take you to the bedroom but I don't think I can wait that long," he says with a mischievous grin.

You giggle in response and he seizes the opportunity to take you in while he's got it. The moonlight casts its glow down on you as if it's illuminating you just for him. Your hair appears soft and silky under the delicate white light, eyes twinkling when you look up at him through your lashes. His heart hammers in his chest at the sight of you. The corners of his lips turn up when he leans down to rest his forehead against yours.

"Happy birthday, Steve," you whisper, your hand raising to rest on his cheek.

His eyes close as he leans into your touch. "Thank you, my darling girl," he murmurs. "You're the best birthday gift I could ask for."

Eagerly, he closes the gap between you two, and his mouth meets yours in a passionate kiss. Large hands trace along the curves of your body, his kisses becoming more hungry by the second. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip; you debate testing his patience but find yourself too needy and allow him entry.

Your tongues dance together in a slow rhythm as his hand slides up your back and to the clasp of your bikini top. Steve unhooks the top and slides it down your shoulders. He tosses the fabric beside you as his lips continue to work against yours. He kisses you once more, slowly, then tugs your bottom lip between his teeth gently. His mouth trails from your jawline to your neck to leave fleeting kisses, stopping a few times to softly nip at the flesh.

Your eyes close, head tilting back in relaxing pleasure while he moves lower down your chest. His breath fans over one of your hardened nipples before he takes it into his mouth. You sigh wantonly and allow your fingers to run through his hair. His warm tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, his hand coming up to squeeze your other breast.

The sensation makes you shiver, your back arches and you press your body closer to his as if begging for more- and he gives it to you. His fingers roll your nipple between them as he sucks on the other. You whine softly, hips bucking up into his chest. Your noises go straight to his throbbing, hardened cock; the vibrations from his low grunt force a whimper out of you.

Much to your dismay, he releases your nipple from his grasp and then from his mouth. His lips leave a trail of searing kisses down your abdomen until he reaches the top of your bikini bottoms. He hooks his fingers under the sides of your bikini bottoms and steps back to pull them down your legs.

He returns back to his spot between your legs, his hand traveling down to your inner thigh only for his digits to dance their way up to your heat. His eyes meet yours and you gasp quietly when he slowly drags his finger through your wetness.

"God, you're wet, honey. That all for me?" Steve teases as he continues the tantalizing motion.

When he dips the tip of his finger into your opening, teasing your entrance slowly, all you can muster up is a nod. He pulls the digit out and allows it to find your throbbing clit. Slowly, he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves as he leans in closer to brush his lips against yours briefly.

"I believe I asked you a question, and I want to hear an answer."

Your breath hitches in your throat when he applies more pressure on you. "I-it's all for you, Stevie- promise."

"That's my girl," he praises, his words sweeter than honey.

His touch withdraws but he lowers himself, almost instantly, to his knees in front of you. Though he's got heightened senses, he's not sure that explains why he can smell your dripping cunt only inches from his face. It's a good smell, an intoxicating one at that, and it's sickeningly sweet.

Steve sighs while pressing tender kisses up your inner thigh, his breath fanning your skin. "Been waiting for this all day," he breathes out.

He places a gentle kiss onto your aching bud before flattening his tongue on your wet cunt. His tongue drags upwards a few times, soft sighs falling from your mouth as he parts your slick folds slowly. You gasp at the sudden sensation and try to grind onto his face, begging for more, but he doesn't give in.

Strong hands make their way to hold your thighs in place so you can't move as easily. He ends the teasing by sucking harshly on your clit, releasing it with a 'pop.' His mouth sucks your clit back into his mouth softer than before while his tongue flicks out at the same time. Your hands tangle themselves into his hair as his mouth works on you. Your breath comes out in fast, quiet pants and you buck your hips onto his face again.

This time he allows you to do so- his large and slightly calloused hands tighten on your thighs to pull you closer to his face. He lets one hand slide up your body to cup your breast and pinch your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. Then his tongue glides from your entrance to just below your clit and back again, stopping every few laps to draw small circles on your throbbing bud. Ever so attentive, he notices how your hand tugs on his hair a little harder when he teases your opening.

You frown, whining when he stops his motions and removes his mouth. Your whine is quickly replaced with a mewl when he spreads your warmth open to allow his tongue to slither into you. He's fucking his tongue in and out of you; he swirls it inside of you to lap up your arousal, not wanting to waste a drop of your slightly sweet slick as if he's absolutely starved.

Your grip on the counter tightens at every thrust of his tongue. You shiver, your body aching and yearning for release. Steve's cock throbs, aching to be inside of you with every moan, whine, or whimper that comes from your lips. No matter how badly he wants to palm himself through his shorts, he knows it'll provide no relief- his relief always and only comes after yours.

Your lower half scoots towards him again in need of more of him. "Steve," you whimper with a trembling voice.

His only response is a growl of approval that sends delicious vibrations to your core as his tongue works even harder in your cunt. Still tweaking your nipple with his fingers, he uses his other hand to rub circles on your swollen clit again.

As your moans grow louder and more strung together, Steve finds himself growing needier. His movements grow quicker, less in sync, and he brings you to the edge only to balance you there. With fingers tangled in his hair and nails scratching almost animalistically at his back, you whine as he sucks on your opening with his tongue still inside of you.

All it takes is a few precise licks upwards against your g-spot for you to let go. Your surroundings shatter into a kaleidoscope of pleasure as you cry out his name repeatedly like it's a prayer. Steve doesn't let up, though, and he continues his movements to make the most of your bliss. Your hand tugs hard in his hair, your body shuddering uncontrollably as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

Steve only stops when your whines of pleasure turn into those of discomfort. He pulls back from between your thighs to stand up and his lips and stubbled chin glisten with your juices. His chest heaves as the evident bulge in his swim shorts twitches. Of course, you're no expert, but the way his pants are straining against his cock even looks painful.

Your gaze locks with his and your breaths begin to slow back to normal. "Stevie," you mumble with a weak smile.

He smiles back at your drowsiness as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "You did so good for me, honey," he says gently before stepping back in between your legs. He leans in close to your face, eyes scanning over you for a moment. "God, how did I get someone as breathtaking as you?"

Steve's eyes fill with adoration upon hearing your giggle as he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a deep, loving kiss. The taste of your own arousal on his lips and tongue fuels the fire growing in your stomach again. His hands find your hips and pull you closer. A moan passes from your mouth and into his as his mouth moves in sync with yours.

"Fuck," he grunts, his voice low and husky as he murmurs against your lips, "I need to be inside of you- please tell me you want more."

"I do," you reply, your voice not coming out as more than a fervent whisper.

He steps back a little then reaches down and unties his shorts. The fabric falls to his ankles and exposes all of him to you. His perfectly sculpted body tenses for a second when his cock springs up and hits his abdomen.

"Wanna slide off that counter for me, poppet?"

The request confuses you, but you comply nonetheless. Your legs are still a little jelly-like from your previous orgasm as you slide off of the counter. You look up at him through your lashes and almost melt under his intense gaze.

"Sit," he instructs, nodding towards the bar stool beside you.

Again, you do as you're told. You take a seat on the edge of the stool with your legs spread just far enough to give Steve the perfect view of your bare, dripping cunt. His eyes focus on nothing but the view you've given him, his hard cock twitching at the sight. Piercing blue eyes snap up to meet yours again within seconds.

He steps closer to you until his chest is mere inches from yours. "Such a pretty little thing. You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

A smirk spreads on your lips. "No," you lie.

His eyebrow cocks up at you, his stare becoming more intense. He does not buy the feigned innocence, but that's what makes the fun, right? Fingers reach out to dance across your inner thigh as his lips curl into a smirk.

"You've always been a horrible liar, angel," he purrs.

Slowly, and teasingly, he slides the reddened tip of his cock through your wet warmth. Every stroke between your folds sends your mind into overdrive. You reach up to grab his upper arm, urging him to look at you.

"Need you, Stevie. Don't make me wait any longer please," you beg, locking eyes with him.

His lips curl into a knowing grin. "Oh, my pretty girl. I'll give you what you want now, hm?" he coos before beginning to push himself inside you.

A low rumble sounds from his chest when your tightness pulls him in more than he'd wanted. He pauses momentarily then starts to sink deeper into you again; this time he moves much slower to savor the feeling. The antagonizing slowness at which he slides into you makes your breath catch in your throat; it only takes a few seconds for him to fill you completely though, his thick cock stretching you out.

He pauses, waiting for you to adjust, and peppers kisses on your face. You smile and scrunch your nose up at the sudden influx of kisses. His lips capture yours in a slow, gentle kiss. He stops to rest his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching.

"Can I move, sweet girl?"

You nod, head tipping back in pleasure as he starts to pull out. The tip of his cock almost slides out but he eases back into you before it does. Your fingers trace the defined lines on his abdomen and he shutters at the sensation. He repeats the process a few times, each time pushing just a bit deeper into you.

"Need more, Stevie," you whine.

"A little desperate t'night, huh?" he taunts with a chuckle, "Guess we should hurry up since it's getting late; anybody could walk in now."

"I don't care," you grunt, voice hitching when he slides back inside of you with ease.

"'Course you don't," he grins knowingly, "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You give him a playful glare as he continues to tease you, "Steve, just stop teasing me already," you pant, your nails digging into his back.

He leans down and in closer to your face, his breath tickling the tip of your nose, "Okay, darling," he says as he places a kiss on your nose.

With that, he withdraws almost fully before driving back into you with an urgency that forces you to cry out in pleasure. You gasp and your hands clutch at his shoulders for support. His hips collide with yours harshly, and the bar stool creaks in protest against the intensity of his thrusts. The world narrows down to just the feeling of Steve inside you, filling you completely in the way only he can. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, your fingernails leaving crescent-shaped imprints on his skin.

"You're so fuckin tight and so- God, so perfect, angel," he grunts out, his hips rocking into you at an unreasonably fast pace. "I swear you were made just for me."

Your heart swells at his appraisal, yet you find yourself unable to conjure up any real words. Chills run through you as his hands roam your body, worshiping every curve and contour. Fingers brush along the skin of your thighs and ignite sparks of pleasure as you arch your back. Your moans mix with groans of his own to create a symphony of ecstasy that echoes throughout the moonlit kitchen.

Steve's pace doesn't falter, not even for a second, his relentless thrusts filling the room with the sound of skin slapping skin. His gaze lingers on you with an intensity that borders on primal, the love and desire in his eyes fueling the fire between your legs.

"Tell me who you belong to, baby," he growls demandingly, his thumb now tracing circles on your overly sensitive clit.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure, soft gasps escaping your parted lips. Your fingers scratch at Steve's back in response to his animalistic thrusts. The dual sensations of the tip of his cock brushing your g-spot and his thumb teasing your bud threaten to send you over the edge. If it weren't for the light slap he gives your clit, a reminder that he won't take 'no answer' for an answer, you would've forgotten he said anything.

"Y-you, Steve," you manage to stammer with a shaky voice, "I belong to you, 'm all yours."

Steve almost loses it then and there. His brows furrow, his head tips back a little, and a deep groan sounds from his chest. His free hand now holds onto your hip as he drives himself deeper inside you.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say it," Steve growls, his breath coming in ragged huffs, "You're all mine, every single inch of you."

He leans down to press his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. Your whines and moans are muffled by his mouth as your body quivers at his powerful rhythm. Your breathless affirmations only aid in fueling Steve's unwavering passion, his thumb rubbing faster circles. The stool creaks under you at the intensity of his movements, and the pleasure builds like a wave that steadily crashes over you.

Steve's lips trail from your lips to your chin and then along your jawline. He makes his way down your neck, leaving rough kisses and the occasional nibble on your delicate skin.

"C'mon, say my name, angel. Let everyone know who the only one who can make you feel this good is," he urges as he continues to kiss your neck.

You don't hesitate when his pace somehow quickens, your voice dripping with need, "Steve! Oh, my God- make me feel s-so good."

His head pulls away from your neck, his icy blue eyes finding yours immediately, "That's right, nobody else can make you feel like this, can they, honey?"

Your voice quivers as you respond, "No one, Steve, only you."

A triumphant, cocky grin spreads across Steve's lips, "Always such a good girl for me," he praises.

Without another word, he adjusts his angle so his cock plunges deeper to hit that sweet spot head-on. Sparks of pleasure radiate through your body causing your hips to buck into his involuntarily. You can't help yourself, your body now writhing beneath his as you surrender to him.

His eyes never leave yours which does nothing but add to the intensity. You're teetering on the edge of release and you can see in the way he looks at you that he's right there with you.

"Steve... I'm- Oh, God," you gasp.

"I know," he groans, resting his forehead on yours, "You can let go with me. Come apart on my cock, angel."

And as if on cue, you do just that. You cry out his name again, the world around you blurring into static. Wave after wave of ecstasy, your body quivers uncontrollably as you reach your climax. Steve continues to thrust into you roughly with his own release not far behind; the feeling of his cock throbbing in you only intensifies your orgasm. Careful not to overwhelm you, his thumb pulls away from your clit.

"That's it, honey. Look so fuckin' pretty when you're clenching around me like that," he says, his voice husky and strained.

He leans in to kiss you deeply again and swallows your cries as his movements become erratic and somewhat sloppy. Your tight, needy cunt pulsating around him and pulling him in farther. With a carnal groan, he finds his release, his warm seed painting your insides. Soft pants fan against your lips while he whispers sweet praises to you, his thrusts coming almost to a standstill as he rides out his high. Your bodies are pressed tightly together by his arm looping around your waist, and your foreheads rest on each other's as you both catch your breath.

Steve gently pulls out of you, moving slowly so he doesn't hurt you. You wince a little at the sting of him leaving your warmth, already missing the sensation of his cock stretching you. His eyes meet yours to offer a silent apology for your soreness. He scoots over to the side, pulling a few paper towels off the roll and running them under the tap. Then he returns to his spot to lean down and clean you up, wiping up any trace of your shared passionate moment.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Steve questions, concern etched on his features when you shiver.

Your fingers reach out to brush his cheek, "I'm okay, just sensitive is all," you reassure him with a smile, "Thank you for taking such good care of me."

His lips curl into a soft smile as he continues his movements, "I'll always take good care of you, my sweet girl."

After he's finished, he cleans himself off and tosses the paper towels into the trash bin. Then he wipes down the counter with a cleaning wipe and tosses that too. He pulls his shorts back on before locating your bikini bottoms and top to help you put them on. His arms wrap around your waist to pull you into a hug. You snuggle into Steve's warm chest, your head resting on him as you listen to the familiar beating of his heart again. The tranquil crashing of the water outside the beach house provides a comforting background noise that could put you to sleep.

Steve presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, "I love you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

"I love you too, Stevie," you reply adoringly.

A brief moment of silence passes before he pulls away, his fingers tilting your chin so that you look up at him. "'M gonna marry you someday," he beams.

"I'll hold you to it," you joke, pressing your nose to his, "Do a few babies and a white picket fence by the beach come with it?"

Steve chuckles as he gives a peck to your lips, "That sounds perfect. But I'd give you whatever you want, darlin'- hell, I'd build the house myself if you asked me to," he says before pulling his face away from yours.

A warm smile stretches your lips, knowing he meant every word, "Well, I do like a man who's good with his hands and we've got time to plan it all out, don't we?"

Your joke earns a snicker from Steve, "All the time in the world, honey," he agrees with a contented sigh, his strong arms wrapping around you again.

The door of the beach house creaks open, but you're much too comfortable to care. Still, you turn your head to the side anyway. Bucky stands only a few feet away with his wet hair clinging to his forehead and a towel wrapped around his waist. He raises an eyebrow at the sight, taking in your messy hair and sleepy eyes along with Steve's bashful grin.

"Missed all the fun while I was out there, huh?" Bucky smirks, making his to the fridge behind Steve.

Steve responds with a smirk of his own, "Oh, you have no idea what you missed, Buck."

Bucky retrieves a bottle of water from the fridge, leaning against the kitchen island, "I can see that. You do look more radiant than usual, doll. What'd you do to her, Steve?" he says with a grin.

Steve leaves an arm slung lazily over your shoulders when he turns sideways to face the brunet fully, "Nothing special, y'know. Just did what I said I was going to: made a birthday wish with her and had a little...something..to eat," he replies, shrugging nonchalantly.

Bucky chokes a little on his water when he snorts at the implication, "Something to eat, huh?" he teases, "Well, don't let me be a bother, I'll just be here hydrating. I would offer you a bottle, but I'd say you already had enough 'hydration' for the day."

You and Steve exchange amused glances as you wrap your arms around his waist. Your head rests on his firm but comfortable chest while Bucky takes another sip of water, still grinning at the two of you.

These were the simple moments you loved, where it's just the three of you. You rather enjoyed seeing both of them together because it was refreshing to see how Steve relaxed when he was with only you and Bucky.

"You're right, I do think we've quenched our thirst quite well," you playfully reply, making Bucky nearly choke on his water again.

Bucky finally laughs, shaking his head at you as he tosses his empty bottle, "You're something else, you know that, doll?"

You chuckle, nestling closer to Steve, the post-orgasm bliss enveloping you, "I think it's safe to say I'm in good company then," you quip.

Bucky moves closer to the two of you, "Guess I can't argue with that, I'm not a great influence," he says, reaching out to ruffle your hair which earns a mock glare from Steve.

"Hey- get your own y/n, this one's all mine," Steve warns jokingly, his arm finding its place around your midsection again.

"Thought we shared everything, huh?" Bucky japes, grinning from ear to ear as he playfully jabs Steve's arm.

"Yeah, Stevie," you murmur, pinching his side, "Share."

"Sorry to say but I'm not sharing this one, Buck," Steve teases with a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he looks down at you, "And don't tell me you've fallen victim to his fake charm too, poppet."

"You know you'll always be my number one, Stevie. And you, Bucky, will always be my number one charismatic troublemaker," you beam, soaking in the warmth of what would become a sweet memory.

Bucky raises an eyebrow, "Well, aren't you just the sweetest tonight," he says, his tone laced with false indignation, "I suppose I can settle for being the charming troublemaker in this equation."

"I did not say charm-"

"It's what I heard," Bucky says with a smirk, cutting your sentence short.

You let out an exasperated sigh while shaking your head. Steve joins in, also shaking his head as he chuckles at the playful banter between you and his best friend. If it were all those years ago, Steve might've actually worried about you leaving him for Bucky. But it's not back then, and you're just so you, so he rarely worried about anything with you. And he liked it that way.

"I'm just playin' with you two. You know you're both like family to me, and you are a lucky guy, Steve," Bucky says, a heartfelt smile on his face.

"That I am," Steve agrees as his hand reaches up to caress your cheek, "I wouldn't trade this, or her, for anything."

Bucky lets out a contented sigh, "Think I'm gonna hit the shower and turn in for the night, it's getting a little late. Happy birthday again, punk."

"Thanks, Buck," Steve says warmly, "Have a good night."

You smile up at Bucky, "G'night, Buck."

Bucky nods at Steve, ruffling your hair once more, "Goodnight, doll. Don't let him keep you up too late," he says before heading towards the stairs.

When you hear the distant sound of the shower turning on, you turn your attention back to Steve. He looks down at you with a loving gaze as he rubs your side. Before you can speak, he removes his arm from your waist to scoop you up and set you on the counter again.

He's always preferred when you're at eye level with him so he can see your face up close; he can also keep you within reasonable kiss range- which was definitely the motive this time. His fingers trace your jawline as he leans in to kiss you tenderly. The taste of your juices still lingers on his lips, transferring to yours.

Steve pulls away slightly, "I truly am a lucky man, you know that, honey?" he states, recalling Bucky's statement from earlier in the night.

"And I'm the luckiest lady on the planet, Steve," you say, your voice filled with admiration.

"I love you, my sweet girl."

"I love you too, Stevie."

Your fingers softly trace the contours of his face, and he reciprocates the affection, his touch filled with fondness. His hand slides down to rest on your hip and he presses his lips to yours in yet another sweet, loving kiss.

"How about we get some rest?" he suggests after pulling away, "We've got a whole day ahead of us and I've got houses to start sketching, apparently."

You nod in agreement as you giggle and slide off the counter. Your hands lace with his, the two of you making your way to the bedroom. He takes his spot on the left side of the bed and waits for you to lay up next to him before pulling the blankets over you. His body provides a familiar warmth as he curls up behind you to hold you. Surrounded by the soothing sounds of the ocean and his comforting embrace, you begin to drift off.

Right as you're about to fall asleep, your phone, which was left on the nightstand beside you before you went to the beach for the day, dings three times. You reach over groggily and pull it into the bed with you. After unlocking it, you see on your lock screen that both messages are from Tony; one is an image and the other two are just regular texts.

The image is the one he took earlier of you, Steve, and Bucky. You save the picture, smiling warmly at it. Your smile fades to a grin when you read the texts.

Tone: "Would say hope you enjoyed yourself, but everyone out here already knows you did. P.s. clean everything anybody's ass touched, especially if it was his."

Tone: "Just kidding with ya, kid (not about the cleaning part-seriously). Tell the old man I said Happy Birthday again, love ya."

You giggle and write back a message saying, "we're not complete animals, geez. love you too, tone," before tucking your phone under your pillow and falling asleep. This day would be remembered fondly, and you were sure of it.

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[pauloonig]

Looking for a Steve Rogers Fic

Hey! Basically the plot is Steve has this enemy (main character) and she has powers (electricity) and when she uses them she turns blue and cant be recognized from her human form. Somehow she loses her memory (human form) and steve feels guilty and takes care of her because he believes her mutant form will come after her. after a while she wanders into a thunderstorm and gets her powers and memories back, but she keeps this from steve... it was a pretty long fic so I wont get too much into details... he turns her in at some point.

thanks!

[lupiningwolves]

Teasing | S.Rogers x fem!reader

summary: teasing steve leads to him snapping

warnings: Dom!Steve x Sub!fem!reader, smut, Sir kink, degradation, praise, male and female masturbation, light choking, light breeding, cumming inside, unprotected piv

guess i‘m back? not proofread btw

“Don’t you think that this is a bad idea?”

Sam didn’t need to say that. You were able to feel the tension in his shoulders and the fear that radiated from him. Still, he fulfilled his best friend duties and helped you. Though he was right and this was probably the worst idea you ever had in your entire life

To be fair, it was Steve’s own fault. His idea to agree with Tony on this celebration party in a club somewhere in New York. His idea to ask you to be his date. His idea of what you should wear. His idea to tease you by small touches and smirks and dark looks. And definitely his idea to not interact with you otherwise. He knew what he was doing. He had smirked every time you pressed down your thighs together after he touched you.

Now, the tables have turned. You had discarded your jacket, now revealing the little of an outfit you wore and asked Sam to go to the dance floor with you. He had agreed way before he saw the death stare his friend gave him.

“Don’t be silly, Sam. What could possibly happen?” To you, Sam. There was a lot to happen to you, though—at least you hoped so. You and Steve had been teasing each other forever to the point that you weren’t possible to give yourself the much needed release anymore. And Steve knew. God, he so did. And he got off on the way you tried everything to get a reaction out of him.

It surely seemed like you did now. He watched you from the table as Tony and Clint talked about something he definitely was not listening to. His had that rested on the table was balled into a fist, his eyes filled with lust and jealousy. It wouldn’t take much longer for him to get up, drag you out of here and fuck you.

“Are you really sure that-“ Sam stopped mid-sentence when you slung your arms around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You moved your face to the other side of his head, where Steve couldn’t be sure what you were doing. “Just relax, I’m this won’t be much longer. Put you hands on my-“

Before you could finish your sentence you were pulled off of Sam and dragged out of the club. You looked back over your shoulder when Sam stood, head shaking and grinning. Then, you looked up the the person on your right. Steve looked furious, which only increased the wetness pooling in your underwear.

His hand gripped your upper arm tightly when he opened the door to his car for you. Never had you been driven around New York so quickly. “You just had to be a little slut, didn’t you?”, Steve asked harshly and opened the door to his room in the tower. “Desperate little girl.”

“I just ended what you started. I think you should thank me.” Oh, so someone would help you.

Steve gripped your neck and squeezed. “It had only taken a little ‘please’ from you and I would’ve made this so much more pleasurable for you. But apparently, the idea never crossed your mind. Or you just wanted to be treated like the whore you are.” He let go of your neck and threw his jacket somewhere into the room. “Clothes off. On the bed.”

You did like he had asked in record time and lied down on the bed. Steve had gotten rid of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. “Steve, please.”

“Now’s not the time to start with the begging. You should’ve done that a lot earlier, baby”, he said and stood in front of the bed. “I think seeing as you were a bad girl, you should be punished. Denied what you want most.” His lips turned up into a devilish grin as your eyes widened. “Make yourself cum, otherwise I won’t touch you.”

“Steve-”

“Wrong”, he interfered sternly. “Adress me properly, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words and your hands involuntary found their way to your dripping core. “Sir”, you breathed. “You know I can’t do that.”

“You should’ve thought about that a lot sooner, then. Get going, we haven’t got all day.”

Fuck, maybe it was possible to do that if he continued with his words. You started teasing your clit, head already throwing back. Everything was sensitive, especially now that Steve was watching. Your other hand gripped your tits and squeezed and massaged.

You were already moaning and shutting your eyes after a few touches. You pushed two fingers inside of you, whereupon a particular moan erupted in the room. But it wasn’t yours. You opened your eyes to see Steve standing naked now, his semi-hard cock in his hand.

A whole new wave of arousal came over you. “Sir, please, j-just touch me. Let me touch you.”

“No, baby. Be a good girl and continue. If you’re good I’ll fuck you afterwards.”

At the thought your fingers sped up, trying as hard as possible for your filthiest dream to come true. Much to your surprise, it didn’t take much long for you to reach the point where you were able to cum already. It was probably the way Steve had jerking himself off, throwing his head back here and there, but always looking at you and keeping eye contact.

Something about all it was forbidden arousing, having you ready to cum—just like he had asked. “G-Gonna cum, Sir. Please let me.”

“Already? I thought you said you couldn’t do it.” His eyes were fixated on your fingers as they sped up again, bringing you so close to the edge. “Go on, be a good girl and cum all over your fingers.”

And you did. You felt yourself clench around your fingers and let out a series of loud moans. Still, you kept your eyes open and watched how Steve admired his view.

In a moment of content, you let your eyes fall shut for a second while you pulled your fingers out of your dripping pussy. Steve had used this to his advantage, got on the bed and thrusted into you in one hard thrust.

Your eyes flew open in shock, immediately whimpering at the stretch. “Fuck, baby, always so fucking tight”, he moaned. “My good slut.”

You rapidly nodded, watching how Steve’s cock pumped inside you. “Mhm, s’good, Sir.”

“Yeah? Feel good, baby?”

You nodded, throwing your head back when Steve grabbed your waist and took you at a different angle. That allowed him to hit this specific spot inside of you, making your legs shake and mind cloud. Every time he pushed his cock back inside of you, an unidentified noise escaped your mouth.

You had stopped registering anything else than the pleasure and Steve’s word a long time ago. Now, you felt the edge building in your stomach again, there was just a little something missing.

“Please, Sir, m-more”, you mumbled and gripped his biceps.

Steve smirked down at you, knowing exactly knowing what you wanted. “What do you need, baby? Hm? Tell me or else I can’t help you.” You mumbled something incoherent. “C’mon, be a good girl.”

You couldn’t talk anymore, simply grabbing his wrist and placing his hand around your throat, closing his fingers with yours. It was like something had snapped inside him. He closed his hand tightly, a little oxygen still making its way. He pounded even harder into you, his other hand circling your clit.

“Needa cum, Sir”, you said. “Please, p-please, cum.”

“Do it, baby. Right behind you.”

You fell over the edge the second he finished his sentence. You were still shaking around him, because he was pounding into you restlessly, trying to chase his own high. “Where do you want my-“

“Inside”, you answered before he could finish his sentence.

With one last thrust, he spilled his seed inside of you. “Look at that, baby. You think anyone else would’ve bred you this beautifully?”

“No, Sir. Only you.”

[itiswormtimebaby]

You’re Steve’s muse, you help his work cum to life. 

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Fem Reader CW: Smut 

For someone who works primarily with pencil and charcoal Steve is surprisingly adept and concise when choosing the colors for your joint project. You should’ve expected it, the man is an artist, sees the world through an artist's eyes, yet it catches you off guard in pleasant surprise none-the-less. The vibrant paints, chosen with such care, are cool across your breasts, pebbling your nipples. You think he’ll stop after just a few colors but he keeps going, layering the viscous substance on your skin, making a mess of you. When he deems you ready he turns  you away from him, pressing you into the bank canvas, fucking your hard. Your breasts drag across the previously unmarred surface at every brutal thrusts of his hips, movements precise in their mission. He watches enraptured at the masterpiece your coupling produces, art coming to life before his eyes. He reaches between your legs, soaking his fingers with your juices, using it to sign his name in the corner. In the end he can’t decide which site is most breathtaking; what’s been left behind on the canvas, your dirtied breasts and abused cunt, or the way his cum paints your skin.

[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? (8)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC!Betty WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Flirting. Fluff.

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"Give it a spin," Wanda urged, her eyes dancing with excitement. "How come I've never seen you wearing this dress?"

Betty complied, twirling in her dress, a chuckle escaping her lips as she watched her friend's enthusiasm.

It was one of the pretty dresses she had made a while ago, nothing too fancy, but certainly something she had been saving for a nice time.

“Because it was pretty buried in my project chest,” she smirked, looking over her purse and shoes. “He’s coming to pick me up with his car.”

“Car?” Pietro echoed from outside, and Betty could just hear how he was right outside her door.

She rolled her eyes.

“Just walk in already, I’m dressed,” she called out. “Anyway, he’s going to drive us there, but I don’t know if I’ll want him to bring me back home, or if he’ll want to do that.”

Wanda scoffed, the disbelief obvious in her voice.

“He walked you home from the grocery store and walked us both home from work, why wouldn’t he bring you back?”

Betty shrugged.

Steffan seemed nice, but she’d only met him… thrice?

Phone talks aside, what if he was pretending to be nice?!

A lot of men do that!

“You never know how the after of a date might go,” she answered, at last. “I’ll keep money for the cab. And to pay for my part of dinner if he decides he doesn’t want to pay because of some arbitrary reason.”

He did say he wanted to pay for it, but, again, who knew.

"Bring some socks," Pietro suggested, taking a seat on her bed. "If you end up needing a cab and your feet start hurting in those heels, it's a handy backup."

Betty looked back at Wanda.

Well... it did make sense. She couldn’t bring a whole back with flats, but socks did fit into her purse.

“I’ll do that,” she agreed. “Thanks, Piet.”

He smiled, lying down on her bed and spreading himself.

“You look gorgeous,” he complimented her. “Where are you two going?”

She finished organising her purse, adding the pair of socks with her keys and a little pepper spray can.

“Juliette,” she told her. “We took your there for your birthday.”

Wanda looked very impressed as her eyes lit up with recognition.

"Ah, is little Miss Elize making a grand entrance?"

Betty rolled her eyes at the nickname,

‘Miss Elize’ was a title Wanda had given to her whenever anything French came up.

"Oh, hush," she chided playfully. "It's a cozy spot with familiar cuisine, perfect for a first date."

Steffan didn’t know she was French and she wasn’t eager to telling.

While with Poland, she could imply she was from the side occupied by Germany, mentioning France would be like painting a target on her back. She already had one target to deal with; she didn't need another.

Her phone vibrated, and Betty eagerly snatched it up, her heart racing. A text from Steffan flashed on the screen.

"He's here," she gasped with excitement.

Pietro chuckled.

“You really do like this guy,” he teased her, raising himself on his elbows with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Betty shot him an exasperated glare, her cheeks turning ten degrees hotter.

No, she didn’t! He was just nice.

And hot.

And charming.

And she really wanted to do unspeakable things to him.

"Shut up," she snapped in response, trying to hide her embarrassment as she walked away.

"Have fun," Wanda called out cheerfully. "And don't forget to send us your location."

Pietro couldn't resist adding his own quip, his protective instincts kicking in, though there was a touch of annoyance in his tone.

“I can pick you up if he gets handsy!”

She left with her phone still in hand, tucking her charger into her purse and quickly texting Wanda her real-time location for the next 24h, and rushed down the stairs with her high heels in hand, stopping by the mirror at the entrance and fixing her hair before putting her shoes on and walking out, proper and pretty.

Steffan was waiting right there, and oh, he looked very good. He was cleanly shaved like always, and was wearing a crisp white button-up short under a navy blazer that just made his muscles pop out. It matched his jeans, too, the whole assemble.

"Good evening," he greeted her with that signature charming smile. "You're positively stunning tonight."

Betty couldn’t help the big smile on her face.

"You clean up quite nicely yourself," she remarked, playfully pointing at him with her free hand.

Steffan responded by taking her hand gently, bringing it to his lips, and planting a delicate kiss on her knuckles. It was an old-world gesture but it sent a delightful shiver down her spine.

Oh, dear.

“Let’s head off, it’s almost time for our reservation,” he suggested;

Betty nodded, and followed him to his car. Not that she was good with them – she lived in New York, having a car wasn’t too useful around there – but it looked like a nice car. Not too shabby and not too expensive, and it was tidy. She had seen the model around quite a bit in other places, so it was easy to suppose Steffan wasn’t a car-guy – he probably just wanted something to get around, and she quite liked that.

Her mid twenties had showed her that convenience was much more important than appearances when one wanted a peaceful life.

He opened the door for her, and closed it too, and she had just buckled the seatbelt when he walked in too.

Her eyes widened for a moment at the sight of him fully sat, and, good grace, that man was big. It made her feel tiny, being in that little space with him.

It made her whole face feel hot. Steffan was making her feel like a teenager who had just figured out she liked boys!

Betty observed the city passing by through the car window as he drove, the journey brief but pleasant. Her face lit up with a smile every time Steffan glanced her way, his eyes making her heart flutter with each exchange – and they hadn’t even started their date officially!

When they arrived at the restaurant, he once again showed his gentlemanly manners by opening the car door for her and later the entrance to the restaurant itself. When they were shown to their table, he pulled out her chair and pushed it into place before taking his seat.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, unbuttoning his blazer.

"Only on special occasions," Betty replied, her fingers tracing the edge of the menu. Oh, it looked new. "The staff here is exceptional, and the food, well, it speaks for itself."

Steffan’s chuckle warmed her belly.

"If a waitress is giving praise to the staff, I'm all ears," he teased, offering a playful wink. "Should I follow your recommendations for our dinner?"

Betty squinted at him.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Steffan didn’t seem bothered.

“You are the one with experience,” he smiled charmingly, his eyes fixed on hers. “I trust your judgement.”

She couldn’t help biting her lower lip as she reached for the menu, her heart fluttering with excitement.

“If you say so...”

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Steve rogers has to go out on a looong mission and as he's fucking your brains out the thought of leaving a part of himself inside you, drives him mad and now he needs to fill you up to the brim, the thought of you all soft and big and round with his baby is all he can think about and umm😩🥵

oh my goodness I might pass out

smut warning!!

“Gonna leave you with a parting gift.”

He rasps it into your ear, sweat slick bodies melded together effortlessly. He’s got you folded in half, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as he licks up your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses across any skin he can reach.

All you can do is whine in response. In this moment, you’d let him do whatever he wanted. Anything.

“If I knock you up now, you should be showing by the time I get back.”

Oh.

Your head lols into the pillow, fingernails drawing blood from Steve’s back as they rake downwards. You want him to stop. You want more. You can’t think.

His hips are relentless, gliding into yours with no signs of stopping. He shoves a hand between your bodies, simultaneously circling your clit with his fingers and using it to anchor you to the bed. Every time your back arches up, he shoves you back down, right where he wants you.

“Gonna come as many times as I physically can,” he grunts into your jaw. “Gives us the best chance.”

He sucks a bruise into your throat as you whimper, hands scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Steve.”

“I know, baby. S’good, huh? You’ll make such a perfect mom. Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty all pregnant and glowing.”

The image throws you over the edge, tightening around him as you both groan.

“That’s it, atta girl. Just keep coming, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Baby Fever (18+)

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count:1,733

Summary:Coming back from a long, tiring and lonely mission Steve wastes no time in putting his plan into action.

Warnings:Some small bit of fluff, otherwise smut. Kissing/Making Out, Teasing, Nipple play, Oral Sex (F Rec) , Breeding Kink

Authour's Note:This was another fic that I pulled up from my Ao3 page, but I edited just a little to make it flow a bit better. Kinda serves a part two to this

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Steve was on his way home back after a long mission, and being away from you, he longed to hold you close to him, and wrap his arms around you in the tightest hug, to remind you of just how much you mean to him.

The words of what you two had spoken about on the phone that day that he'd called you during his mission were playing heavily on his mind. He really did want a family with you. He couldn't imagine having a little family of his own with anyone else.

Getting to the door of your shared apartment, he unlocked it with his keys as quietly as he could, thinking that maybe you might be asleep, it was late after all.

Walking to the apartment he quietly closed the door behind him. Just as he expected you were asleep. Although, you were not curled up in the warm comfort of the bed, but instead asleep on the couch with the glow of the tv illuminating your features, quietly playing some long forgotten show. He muses you must have fallen asleep whilst waiting for him to get back. He remembers you telling how much you worry about him whilst he's away. His heart sinks a little at the thought of you staying up late sick with worry as to whether or not he was going to make it back home.

Steve grabs the remote sitting on the table and turns off the tv and quietly pads towards your sleeping form to pick you up and take you to bed.

scooping up your body in his strong arms, he begins walking to your shared bedroom.

You stirred awake in his arms. Rubbing your eyes lightly you look up to see the face of the man you love. Beautiful, bright blue eyes looking down at you with a smile.

"Stevie! You’re home! When did you get back? Are you okay?" you asked, always so concerned about him, in a way it was cute with how much you cared about him.

"Hey hey...I'm okay, baby, Don't worry about me. I just want to spend my night asleep with my best girl in my arms" he assured you.

with that you settled back into the strong warmth of his hold as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

Carefully dropping your body into the bed and then getting in behind you, Steve pulled you close to his chest, your back resting against him as he pulled the duvet over the both of you. Soon the both of you fell deep asleep, snuggled up to each other in comfortable silence.

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It was early, that much Steve could tell, the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. His beautiful girlfriend was snuggled close to him in his arms, but you moved around a lot in her sleep, you particularly moved your hips quite restlessly in your sleep. Whether or not you knew what you were doing, all your wriggling and moving of your hips against Steve had made him very hard indeed. It had been a while since he'd felt the soft skin of his best girl, the scent of your shampoo and the press of your body against his. It had been weeks of missing your touch, wishing it was your hands on him, instead of him being alone in a motel room with only his own hands and the thought of you to satisfy him.

But now you were here, and judging by your soft moans you were slowly waking up and the only thing that was on Steve's mind was the image of you all round and swollen with his kids.

Ghosting his lips over your shoulders and kissing his way up to the shell of your ear, he whispered lowly, his voice raspy with sleep.

"Good Morning, Darlin'"

"Hmmm good morning to you too, Stevie. Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me.." you chuckled.

"I'm definitely happy to see you, Darlin'" he said, pressing his erection further into the swell of your ass.

"Have you thought about that little conversation we had while I was away on that mission? Because I haven't stopped thinking about it, baby" he rasped out continuing to grind his hips up into your backside.

"I've been thinking about it a lot too, Stevie, and I really want that. I could only ever want a family with you."

"Well then, how about we start now?" Steve said as he rolled you two over until he was hovering above your body, his weight resting on his forearms, his brilliant blue eyes looking into yours.

Steve started slowly, kissing you on the lips, letting his tongue tangle with your own in a deep and passionate kiss. He then began trailing his kisses down your body, kissing down your neck and over your collarbones and then kissing his lips over your breasts. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, and his skillful fingers plucking and pinching the other he couldn't help but let his mind wonder.

"Y'know, as much as I love your boobs, Darling...I can't wait till they're bigger..maybe they'll be even more sensitive when you're pregnant." he said, pinching your nipple with a particularly hard tweak that had a spike of arousal flaring in the pit of your stomach.

Continuing his quest, he kept kissing his way down your body as he worked his way closer to your pussy.

Settling between your spread open thighs, his face level with your pussy. Steve took one long lick up from the bottom of your wet slit right up to the very top, using his tongue to stimulate your clit as he flicked over it. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he began to work one of his thick fingers inside you, fucking you with determination.

"C'mon babygirl, you're close, I can feel it..." he mumbled against you, his fingers continuing to press against that sweet spot deep inside you.

You could feel the pressure of your orgasm building, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to snap.

With a few more passes of his tongue over your clit, you felt your orgasm rush over you. Looking down at him from between your legs, you could see how his beard was soaked with the evidence of your orgasm.

"Fuck …babygirl," he says, his tongue darting out to savour the taste of you on his lips. "I'm going to make it my mission to make you squirt from now on," he chuckles breathily. "Tastes so fuckin’ sweet."

You couldn't stop the blush that rose up across your cheeks. Whenever Steve would talk dirty, it would always make you blush, even though it turned you on to no end. Steve was the perfect symbol of how a gentleman should be to the outside world, his role as Captain America came with the public image of "America's Golden Boy". You knew the real Steve, the Steve that nobody else saw, and sure, he was still nothing short of a gentleman when he was with you, but he wasn't afraid to really let his guard down. In your eyes, Steve was the perfect example of a gentleman in the streets, but a freak in the sheets.

Rising up on his knees, whilst still between your legs he looked expectantly into your eyes.

"Are you sure you want this, babygirl?" his voice taking on a serious tone.

"I'm positive, Stevie..I want your baby." you said, carding your fingers through his soft golden hair.

Steve felt himself get harder at your admission.

"Okay then, what my babygirl wants, she gets." he said, wrapping his big strong hand over his hard cock and giving himself a few teasing tugs, sliding his fist over the head and smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at his tip.

Positioning his hard length at the opening of your pussy, he began to slowly slide himself inch by inch inside your warm wet cunt.

Once he was fully seated inside you, he paused to give you a moment to adjust. No matter how many times you and Steve would have sex, it would always take you a moment to adjust to Steve's cock. It filled and reached inside you in the best way. He looked down at you, placing his big strong hands on your lower stomach he could feel the bulge of his cock where he was nestled deep inside you.

"Please Steve.. I need you to move.." you whined, wrapping and hooking your legs behind him trying to encourage his movements.

Steve wasted no time in beginning to thrust inside you, revelling in the feeling of being inside your wet heat. Picking up speed with his thrusts, he brought his hand down to your pussy to rub tight quick circles around your clit. His cock reached deep, hitting your g-spot every time.

Your eyes were rolling back as Steve rutted into you. You were close. Your breath coming out in ragged breaths.

"Fuck.." Steve moaned lowly in your ear "you're squeezing me so tightly, baby. You're gonna cum, huh?" he said, continuing to thrust his hips into you. Steve was close too, you could tell, his thrusts were getting quicker as he chased his end.

With a few more passes of his fingers over your clit you were coming all over his cock, feeling your orgasm rush over you.

The feeling of your pussy squeezing over him so tightly was all that Steve needed before he was burying his face in the crook of your neck kissing just below your ear, moaning against your skin as he filled you up with ropes of his seed.

Holding you close, Steve slowly pulled his softening cock out of you. Rolling off you to lie next to you, you felt Steve's strong hand rub over your stomach gently.

"Do you think we did it, baby?" he said looking at you expectantly.

"Well if not, I certainly wouldn't mind trying again until it takes" you smiled.

Kissing you deeply, Steve's tongue sweeping over your lips, making its way into your mouth for a kiss that was full of passion.

"Thank you for this, baby, I love you so much" he mumbled between kisses.

"I love you too, Stevie" you said, placing a final peck against his rosy, kiss bitten lips.

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@itsfreakingbats @sidepartskinnyjeans

[welldonebeca]

It's a Bad Idea, right? (6)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC!Betty Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Tension. Fluff. Flirting.

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Betty bit her thumb’s nail, grimacing at the lingering taste of rubbing alcohol on her skin, watching her tables, her mind oh, so far away.

Movement was low tonight, being Monday and all.

"Don't be so haunted. If he was a Nazi, he would've done something already," Wanda poked her playfully. "And, if I recall correctly, he was flirting with you."

Betty bit her lower lip, her mind wandering back to their encounter. Well...

Wanda patted her on the arm.

“Table 02 is ready to order,” she announced. “I’ll be back.”

She walked off, leaving her on her own to oversee her area, but all three tables were eating quietly, slowly, and savouring their food.

Wanda returned, tapping the order into the station.

"You should peg him," Wanda suggested with a sly grin.

Betty gasped in shock.

"Wanda!"

But her friend didn’t seem to mind her shock or where they were.

Wanda didn't seem fazed by her reaction or their surroundings.

"Call it a historical reparation!" she insisted. "They fucked us over, one of us fucks one of them in the ass! My bubba would love to know you gave one for the team."

Betty shook her head, feeling her face burning as she chuckled. Wanda’s Bubba was as savage as old people came, she was wonderful.

“We’ll see,” she decided.

Betty wasn’t exactly the pegging kind, anyway.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket, as if on cue. She and Steffan had been texting since he left her place, and Wanda was right – Steffan was quite the flirt.

"You know what you should do?" Wanda gasped beside her. "Marry him. Give him children, and his whole lineage from now on will be composed of Jews. It'll cancel out the Nazis."

Betty stared at her, momentarily perplexed.

"I don't think that's how things work."

But she shrugged, a smile playing on her lips.

"It's been almost a century anyway," she reassured her friend. "Don't worry, I think he's fine."

Betty shook her head with a small, resigned smile.

"Yeah, fine," she mumbled.

They kept working together, but the night wasn’t very active, and when closing time arrive, they didn’t have to wait overtime for anyone to finish eating.

“I’ll stay with Mila to close,” Pietro told them in the locker room. “Do you two want to wait too?”

“We can walk ourselves home, Piet,” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”

Pietro scoffed but didn’t hide his concern, still.

"Call me when you get there," he instructed. "And be careful out there."

She picked up her phone, at last, and found Steffan’s text waiting for her.

‘How is the night?’

Wanda didn’t have any shame in leaning into her shoulder to read the text, and all she could do was roll her eyes as she answered her.

‘Sorry for the delay in answering, I just finished my shift.’

Steffan's reply came promptly.

‘You’re closing tonight?’

She shook her head, even though he couldn’t even see her.

‘Not tonight. Just heading home. Gonna put my phone down now.’

He didn’t answer, and she hid her phone in her backpack, under her uniform, and put it in front of her body, knowing to be careful.

What wasn’t her surprise when they walked out the employee’s door and found Steffan leaning onto a brick wall.

He didn’t even notice them, but she grabbed Wanda’s by her arm and strode down with him.

The moment he noticed their presence, his whole demeanour changed, and he smiled warmly.

“Heading home, misses?” he asked.

Betty couldn't help but stifle a giggle.

"We just finished work," she replied.

Steffan's gaze lingered on her before he spoke again.

"Would you like some company on your way home?" he offered.

Wanda let her arm go, pushing her a little closer to him.

“That would be lovely,” her friend agreed. “Thank you, Steffan.”

And yet, when they started walking, Wanda took the front and left the two to walk side by side.

“I hope you don’t mind I’m doing this,” he told her, very apologetic. “I was around and I thought you could use the company.”

Betty shrugged, putting her hands in her pocket.

“You’ve done worse,” she joked.

When she looked at him, he looked absolutely embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” she touched his arm, quickly. “It’s charming.”

Steffan looked down, and his lips curled in a half-smile, one of those that you are usually trying to hide but half your face disobeys anyway.

“Charming?” he asked, and the way he spoke was, again, very charming.

She faced forward, feeling her face grow hot.

"Come on," Betty teased him. "You must know you're very charming."

Steffan chuckled heartily.

"I didn't know I was 'very' charming," he playfully retorted.

She glanced at him. How could he not? He probably had a mirror in his house.

"Although it is very flattering to hear that from such a beautiful woman," he added.

Her ears outrightly burned at the compliment, the blushing going past her face now.

“I was wondering,” he spoke slowly. “I did enjoy that bagel sandwich and… well, I was thinking about paying it back?”

"Paying?" she parroted, her curiosity piqued.

Steffan looked at her face fully.

“Well...” he spoke slowly. “I was thinking about dinner. On me, of course. Somewhere you’d like to go?”

Betty stared at him for a moment, surprised.

Oh!

"Like a date?" she asked, her voice giving in to her anticipation.

Steffan nodded with a smile on his face, looking at her very expectantly.

“Yeah,” she confirmed quickly, eager. “I would love to.”

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