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tryingmybestpls · 5 years ago

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Happy Birthday (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve finds himself at his teammate’s themed birthday party and he can’t help but notice how she is dressed for the event.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Steve isn’t super innocent. Oral sex, fingering. Penetration. Some choking

A/N: I literally wrote this as a birthday present to myself because I have 0 shame.

Steve didn't understated why he couldn't stop looking at Y/N. Well that was a lie. He knew why he was staring at her, but he didn't know why he liked what she was wearing. It was her birthday and Tony had decided to throw a costume party. Steve usually would have tried any excuse to get out of an event like this, but since it was Y/N's birthday, he knew he had to come. Natasha had told him what to wear-Hell she practically dressed him. Told him that she had dressed him like "a greaser", whatever the hell that means. Everyone around him was in various costumes, but his eyes were focused on the birthday girl.

He has seen Y/N in everything. Steve's seen her dressed up to nines for some gala they were forced to, covered head to toe in brands that were unreasonably expensive. He's seen her in her suit during missions, covered in blood, grime, and so much more. He has seen her in t-shirts that she stole from her teammates as she sat in the kitchen, yelling at Sam and Bucky for annoying her. No matter what she is wearing, Steve always thinks Y/N is the prettiest woman in the entire world.

His teammate was currently dancing with Natasha and Wanda. She was dressed in shortest plaid skirt (if you could even call it that) that was riding up more and more with every move she made, showing off a hint of red that was hiding underneath. The white button up shirt what she had on was completely unbutton and tied right under her chest, but it did nothing to cover the bright red lacy bra. Steve's eyes dropped down to the white thigh high socks and the black heels she was wearing. Her Y/H/C hair was pulled into two ponytails, each tied with a bright red ribbon. She always looks gorgeous, but right now? Y/N was going to be the death of him.

"You keep staring at her, she's going to notice." Sam speaks up beside him Steve turns his head to look at his friend and his ridiculous costume-if you'd even call it that. He was wearing a cowboy hat, a fake suede vest over his bare chest, and a pair of jeans. Steve shook his head, taking a sip of lukewarm beer that was never going to get him drunk. The blonde wished he had some of Thor's Asgardian mead so he wouldn't feel like the babysitter at this party.

"Howdy to you too." Steve retorts and Sam chuckles. They both watched as Y/N laughed with Wanda and Natasha, her head tossed back and a smile stretched across her face. Steve felt his heart skip a beat when she looked towards him and Sam. Wanda leaned forward, whispering something in Y/N's ear which made her laugh again. Steve's cheeks burn as he starts to worry that they're talking about him.

"Why don't you just talk to her, Steve? She obviously likes you." Sam tells him, like he does every time he catches Steve staring at Y/N. Steve sighs, wiping a hand over his face before looking back at Sam.

"I don't know, Sam. I just don't want screw up what we have right now." The super soldier tries to explain and Sam just shakes his head in response. He's about to open his mouth to speak when someone clears their throat. Someone is standing on the other side of Sam.

"Hey boys. Sammy, do you mind...?" Y/N asks, leaning forward slightly so she can look at both men. Her E/C eyes focus on Steve as she bites her red painted lips. Fuck.

"No I do not, pretty lady. Happy birthday by the way." Sam responds, smiling at the two of them. Y/N nods, smiling at him. He pats Steve on the back, winking at his friend before walking away. Y/N and Steve watch as he walks up to a group of women, calling out "Hey ladies! You wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy?"

"I bet you five dollars he's going to go back to his room alone tonight." Y/N murmurs to Steve, leaning in so he can hear her over the music. Steve chuckles and can't stop his eyes from glancing further south. Steve swallows hard, looking back at her face.

"You think so? Is he trying too hard?" Steve questions, easily starting a conversation with his teammate even though his heart is pounding his chest. Y/N laughs, taking the beer from his hands. It's something she always does, taking his food or drink rather than to get his own. The man usually thinks it's cute and doesn't mind, but this time it's a little different. Steve's mouth goes dry as he watches her red lips wrap around the amber colored bottle. He focuses on how she tilts the bottle upwards, her chin lifting slightly. It's like Steve's looking at her neck for the first time in his whole life. A dozen different thoughts appear in his mind and each one was surely going to send him to hell.

"Way too hard." She answers, licking her lips. Steve watches her movements, thinking that she has to know what she's doing to him. Y/N looks up at him and adds, "Stevie, do you realize that this beer is warm? Like gross warm?"

"No one told you to drink it, doll." Steve retorts as he takes back the beer, momentarily snapping out of his impurethoughts. God, he loved how she said that little nickname she had for him, loved how it rolls off her tongue. Y/N rolls her eyes, leaning against the bar he was also leaning on. Steve was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she looks out to the rest of the party. Her party.

"Did I catch your attention tonight, Captain Rogers?" She all but purred, keeping her attention forward. Steve blushes, suddenly unable to speak. Captain Rogers. Jesus fucking Christ. He was fucked.

"I-I-am so sorry. I shouldn't have. That's incredibly ina-" Steve rambles but Y/N quickly cuts him off. She's smirking at him.

"It was a gamble, this costume. I didn't know what would catch your eye more. I decided that a schoolgirl outfit never seems to fail. So many men want to fuck something so innocent and pure." Y/N explains, moving to stand in front of him, forcing Steve to look at her. Y/N is far from innocent, they both know that. She's looking up at him through her lashes, "And I think I did a good job. What do you stay, Cap? You like it?"

"I-I like it. You look....pretty." Steve carefully chooses his words, trying to keep his eyes on her face. However, he's human and his eyes keep slipping. Steve wonders if today is actually his birthday and Christmas rolled into one. Y/N smiles at him and his mouth turns into Death Valley. Steve gulps down his beer, almost forgetting that her mouth had been wrapped around the glass last. He looks down at her and feels brave as he asks, "You wore this for me, doll?"

"Just for you, Steve." She replies, her eyes not leaving his. With this sudden, new-found courage, Steve reaches up to wipe a droplet of beer Y/N missed with his thumb. Instead of pulling his thumb away, Steve instead swipes it across her cherry red lips. He doesn't breath as Y/N wraps her lips around his thumb, her eyes on Steve's. Blood rushes to a different part of his body as her tongue swirls around his thumb before she realizes it with a soft 'pop'.

Steve was going to hell.

He presses his lips against hers, pulling her against his body. His large hands rest on her practically bare hip and on the small of her back. One of Y/N's hands immediately flies to his face as she kisses him back, the other resting on his white t-shirt covered chest, taking a fistful of the fabric. It's something they have both been waiting for, mostly likely since they've met each other. Y/N pulls away from his lips, looking up at him. His heart is racing, seemingly pounding against his rib cage. Steve's glad that they're slightly hidden from the party because it seems like it's him and her.

"Steve, why don't we go to your room? Don't think you want to be doing all of this in front of our coworkers." She murmurs to him, smirking up at him.

"Can you leave? I mean it's your party." Steve questions as he looks to the comically large cake in the corner of the room that's situated next to a table overfilling with presents.

"Exactly. It's my party, so I can leave whenever I want." She replies as he looks back at her, "So are we going to go to your room or are you going to make stay here?"

Steve couldn't trust what would coming out of his mouth, so he just nodded. Y/N took his hand and led them both towards the elevator. He watched her swaying hips, the little skirt seemingly riding up with every step. A million thoughts raced through Steve's head as they stepped into the elevator. He felt like he was dreaming. Never in a billion years did Steve ever think that this would happen.

"You know that I just don't want you for..." Steve starts, not being able to fully finish his sentence. He was scared, worried that she wouldn't return his feelings. He didn't want to ruin their friendship, make things awkward and between them, but he needed to make his intentions clear. The doors slid shut in front of them and they were greeted by their distorted reflections. Y/N leaned forward, hitting the button for his floor. She looks up at him, leaning against the cool metal wall of the elevator.

"I know, Steve. Then I should let you know that I'm also not here to simply have an one night stand." Y/N replies as she walks over to him. He can feel his cheeks getting hot and his heart starts to race again. Steve wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. The two of them smiled as they look at each other.

They were smart enough to know not to continue while inside the elevator, because they both knew that little camera in the corner was always rolling. Y/N worked on the pulling the rubber bands and ribbons out of her hair, letting it down as Steve kept his eyes forward. The elevator came to a stop, the soft dinging sounding as the doors slide open. He was the one who took the lead, guiding them out of the elevator and down the hallway. When they came to his dark brown door, Y/N opened it and walked inside in front of Steve.

Steve kept his eyes on her as he walked into the move. He switched on the lights as she turned on her heels, the skirt flaring upwards, showing now what he realized was just her panties. Y/N grinned, knowing exactly what he was looking at. She took it a step further, undoing another button on her barely buttoned shirt, exposing more of the red lace bra. Steve swallows hard, taking off of the leather jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair.

"Are you going to keep me waiting like this, Captain Rogers?" She purrs to him. It's the combination of everything that makes something inside of Steve snap. He walks forward, yanking her against him. One of his hands move to rest of on the small of her back while the other moves to cup her cheek. His thumb resting on her lips and she opens her mouth for him. A million more dirty thoughts come to mind.

"Are you going to tell me what you want, birthday girl? Or am I going to have to guess?" Steve was using his Captain voice and all of his words were going straight to her core. He lets go of her face and her hand immediately shoots up, wrapping itself around his wrist. Steve feels like his heart is going to burst through his chest when she moves his hand to her throat.

"I want you to fuck me hard, Captain. Can you do that for me?" Y/N says sweetly, looking at him. Steve swallowed hard, his jeans tightening a little more. He really didn't know how to respond so she just continued talking, "I know you want to, Stevie."

"Y-You sure?" Steve was all talk and he knew that. Suddenly, he was that little guy from Brooklyn, too nervous to even look at a girl.

"Rogers, I put your hand around my throat. I am pretty sure that I'm sure. If you aren't, that's okay." There was humor in Y/N's voice as her face softened for a moment, her hand resting on his. Steve was feeling a thousand different feelings all at once. He studied her face, wanting to really make sure that this is what she wanted. Steve Rogers did what he usually did and threw all caution to the wind. It's her birthday and who was he to deny her request?

Steve slams his lips against hers, kissing her roughly. His hand slips away from her throat as he walks her towards the bed. Y/N's legs meet the bed and he pushes so she falls backwards. She bounces slight on the bed, quickly sitting back on her hands. The birthday girl watches as Steve kicks off his shoes and socks, his T-shirt soon joining them on the floor. Y/N licked her lips as her eyes trailed down his body and towards where his hands were working on unbuttoning his jeans. Steve was straining in his pants and they way she was looking at him wasn't helping in the slightest.

"Can I? Please?" She speaks up, her eyes looking up at him. Steve's ready to fall apart right then and there while she looked up at him through her lashes. He just nods in response and she quickly sits up, her hands flying to his thighs. She slowly pulls Steve's pants down his body, being greeting with by his boxers barely restraining his cock. The look she gives him is far from innocent as tugs the fabric down in one single motion. He springs out and her hand immediately wraps around him.

"Fuck, Stevie. You've been holding out on me." She breathes out, looking up at him. Steve doesn't get a chance to respond before her tongue swipes at the precum leaking from his tip. His breath catches in his throat as he looks down to watch her. Y/N looks back at him as she swirls her tongue around his head before taking more of him into her mouth. His hand moves without his brain telling it to and it buries itself in her hair. Somehow, she smirks around him continuing to relax her throat more.

Y/N fucking amazed him.

"Jesus Christ." Steve groans, eyes fluttering shut as she bobbed her head on him. The movement caused him to tug on her hair hard and thrusted into her mouth. Steve's eyes shot open and he was about to apologize, but she simply moaned around him, eyes watering slightly. Jesus fucking Christ. The movement had only spurred her on more and her movements quickened. Steve couldn't see it, but her hand had slipped under the band of her red panties. She was soaking wet and her clit was all but throbbing in need for any sort of attention. Y/N moaned around him again as her finger circled her bundle of nerves.

Steve wasn't a virgin. He hadn't been one since before the war, but with the way she was working him he might as well been. He held her hair in a makeshift ponytail as tried not to thrust into her mouth again. Y/N could tell that he was restraining himself, so she took as much as she could take of him, her free hand moving to cup his balls. The new action made him thrust again into her mouth and she looked up at him, nodding. God, Steve was ready to pull out a ring and propose to her in that moment. Instead, he thrusted into her mouth as carefully as he could, gripping her hair. He only did this a few times before he pulled her off of his cock.

"It's not my birthday, doll." Steve tells her just as she opens her mouth to complain. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face and her mascara was messed up because of how watery her eyes were. He looked down a little further and saw where Y/N's hand currently was. Steve's hand wraps around her wrist, yanking her hand out of her panties. He lifts her hand up to his mouth, licking them clean. She tasted just like candy.

"Steve, I need you so bad." Y/N whined as he pulled her fingers from his mouth. He dropped her hand, pushing her back onto the bed.

"What do you need doll? Use your big girl words." Steve responds as his hands move to rip her shirt apart, the remaining buttons going flying around the room. Y/N's breathing hard as she tries to speak.

"I-I need your cock. I need your cock in me." She manages to get out as he rips her skirt as well, tossing it over his shoulder. Steve never thought he would ever see her like this, which such dirty words falling from those pretty lips. His teammate is laying there, dressed in only a matching red lace bra and panties. Somehow, she still looks like a fucking angel. Y/N knows he is watching her intently as her hand slides behind her, unclasping her bra. She tosses it aside, her nipples hardening almost immediately once it's off.

"Fuck." Steve mutters and Y/N really wants to chide him over his use of the word, but then his mouth is on her skin. Steve's training kisses down her neck, occasionally sucking and biting at her skin. Y/N's hand flies to his hair, tangling her fingers in the dark blonde strands as the kisses go lower. Her hold tightens as he wraps those pretty pink lips of his around her nipple. She arches into his mouth. If that wasn't enough, his hand moves down her abdomen and he pulls her panties to the side. Y/N inhales sharply as his finger seeks out her clit.

"Steve-Fuck." Her moans are like music to his ears. Steve looks up at her as his finger repeats her motions from earlier. He watches as her eyes close, her mouth dropping open as he bites her sensitive skin lightly. Steve suddenly wants to hear her moan his name for rest of his life. Y/N thought he'd be more awkward since he's almost as innocent as Peter, but Jesus Christ, she was fucking wrong. Steve shifts his assault to her other breast as his finger slides a little bit lower, slipping inside of her. He slowly pumps his finger in and out of her, easily adding another.

"You're so wet, doll. Is that all for me?" Steve questions, pulling away from her breast. Y/N moans out, nodding. Her other hand moves to hold onto his shoulder, needing him as close as possible.

"Y-Yes. All for you, Steve-Fuck!" She responds as he quicks the pace of his fingers slightly, his thumb giving attention to her clit. The noises coming from her mouth only get louder, nails digging into skin. Steve keeps his eyes on her as his fingers move a little faster, needing to hear more and more of her little noises. He could watch her fall apart like this for the rest of his life. Steve kisses her breast sweetly, a sharp contrast to what his hand is currently doing.

"You're so soaked for me. I hope you weren't dancing like this in that little skirt. Anyone could've seen." He spurs her on, his fingers curling slightly. Y/N cries out, quickly building towards her orgasm. She knew she want going to last very long with how much she was worked up and how Steve was working her. She couldn't get anything coherent out as her toes curled. Her nails dragged down his back as she arched her back off of his bed, trying to hold onto him. Steve was pressing himself against her leg as he pumping his fingers in and out of her as quickly as he could. He kept his eyes on Y/N as she came, crying out his name as she tugged sharply on his hair.

Steve couldn't help but kiss Y/N as his fingers worked him through her orgasm, her body shaking slightly. Her hand moves to cup his cheek, kissing him back passionately. He pulled his hand away and before she could complain, Steve slipped inside of her. They moaned into each other's mouths. Y/N held onto him as he filled her up completely.

"You're so tight, doll." Steve groans against her mouth, giving her a moment to get used to him before he pulled out and pushed back in. It was almost overwhelming. Y/N was already extremely sensitive and his movements weren’t helping at all. She held onto him as he started to pick up his pace, grunting out, “You feel so good, Y/N.”

“God, Steve.” Y/N cries out, tossing her head back. His hand moves to rest back on her neck, resting his hand lightly on her throat as he picked up his pace. She grinned at him, looking up at Steve. Y/N wrapped her legs around Steve’s hips, more than enjoying the hand around her neck. He knew neither of them were going to last long. Y/N had already worked him up and with how she sounded, he knew she wasn’t too far behind. Steve reaches down his free hand and starts rubbing her clit again.

“You going to come for me again, Y/N? Gonna come all over my cock?” Steve questions, snapping his hips into her. She digs her nails into his skin, gasping as he presses his thumb into the side of her neck. Her walls fluttered around him as she moaned. Y/N was almost there. Steve quickens his movements on her bud as fucks her hard and fast.

“Steve!” Y/N shouts, arching her back off the bed as she comes hard around his cock. Steve holds onto her tightly, lasting only a few more thrusts before he buries himself inside of her, painting her walls as calls out her name. Steve loosens his grip on her neck as he slows his thrusts, trying to ride out their orgasms. Both of them were panting as Steve moves to bury his head in the crook of her neck, his hand pulling away from her throat. Their hearts were beating a thousand miles a minute as Steve moves so he is laying down on the bed and Y/N is laying in his chest.

“Don’t tell Nat, but this is best present I’ve gotten thus far.” She manages to get out, a playful smile on her face. Steve laughs, holding her close. He kisses her slightly sweaty forehead.

“Thanks, doll. Happy birthday, Y/N.” Steve responds, his hand moving up and down her back. She looks up at him, grinning. Even though they just had sex and he was still buried inside of her, Steve blushed. God, he had it bad for her.

“Thank you, Steve. How long do you need before round two?” Y/N questions, her smile turning into a smirk.

God, she was going to kill him.

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