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wildandwickedmountainwitch · 7 years ago

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Quick read but very good.

Slow (Steve Rogers x Reader)

A/N: I’m merging two requests cause they’re very similar and I also took the quote one of the requests wanted and changed it up a little to make it one of the prompts

Request: Hey, I saw you wanted Steve Rogers requests so just something with a short and very flirty reader where she has to like hold his face and say “C'mon, not the time to act like a virgin, Rogers” most likely smut but it could also be her just embarrassing him in front of the other Avengers

Request: Here’s a Steve Rogers x reader request! 💖 28 & 47 Something like the reader is a pain in the ass and likes to say things that get him easily flustered. She thinks it’s sexy when he blushes. ;)

Prompt: "Come on, now is not the time to act like a virgin, Rogers.“ and “In the movies they make shower sex look so easy.” and “See, I have this theory, that you totally want me. You want me bad.”

Summary: You love being a pain in the ass to Captain America. The way he blushes at your flirtatious comments makes your heart melt and now you want to see how far you can take it before he acts upon your obvious feelings for one another.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, smut, NSFW

You waltz into the kitchen with a yawn, ready to drink enough coffee to keep you awake for several days. Last night was a late night and you barely slept, but you decided to wake up early anyway so you could catch Steve coming in from his morning run. You find him leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping from the mug in his hand as he stares out the window, deep in thought. He looks a little tired and sweaty from his run, but he looks so fucking good for a man who probably just ran ten miles or more. His tight shirt is clinging to his muscles and his shorts grip his ass very nicely, so of course you need to let him know.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite super soldier,” you greet him with a bright smile as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Steve smiles back at you. “Good morning, Y/N.”

“You look rather hot this morning, Rogers,” you flirt with a smirk.

He nearly chokes on his coffee, trying to think of a response. “Well, I…I uh-”

“What is it, like, eighty degrees or something outside? You look pretty hot after that run.” He exhales in relief, but the wink you send him only messes him up again.

“I guess so,” Steve laughs nervously, knowing your words aren’t as innocent as they seem. He does look hot this morning, but you’re not going to just straight up tell him that. You like to play around, get him flustered and blushing until he’s at a complete loss for words. To you, that’s one of the times Steve is at his sexiest, other than when he’s Captain America and telling you what to do. Really, you’d fuck Steve Rogers no matter what he’s acting like cause that man knows how to get you going without even trying.

“Morning, Capsicle,” Tony announces, skipping into the kitchen. “Morning kid,” he says, ruffling your hair.

“Good morning, Tony,” Steve responds. His eyes wander to the bathroom. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Thanks for letting us know,” Tony snickers, rolling his eyes.

Steve starts to saunter off but you step in front of his path in the hallway. You’re close to him, very close to him, and he can’t help but blush at the lack of space between your bodies. You run a hand teasingly down his bicep. “Mind if I join you?” you ask seductively, testing the limits of how much Steve can take.

“What?” he chuckles nervously, not used to such words from you or any other woman for that matter. Women were never too straightforward back in his time, and even now no one was making much of an effort to fuck him. It didn’t matter anyway, as Steve only has eyes for you.

“I asked if I could join you,” you explain. “But it’s probably better if I didn’t, you know? In the movies they make shower sex look so easy, and let me tell you from experience, it’s not.”

He’s blushing like mad now, almost unable to breathe. “I…I uh, wait, what?”

“Y/N settle down before you fucking kill poor Cap,” Tony calls from the next room. Now you’re the one blushing, unaware he’s been listening in the whole time. Steve just nods awkwardly, stepping aside and ducking into the bathroom.

“Did you have to ruin that for me?” you huff, crossing your arms as you stand before Tony.

“I didn’t ruin anything,” he retorts. “Rogers won’t make a move on you if you talk like that. He gets anxious around you anyway, but when you say things like that, it just makes things worse.”

“Are you saying you don’t think he likes me?” you mumble. “I mean, I’ve never been certain but I get the feeling that-”

“Y/N,” he interrupts. “He’s crazy about you, I know that for a fact. But when you’re too flirty he doesn’t know what to do so he gets all flustered and freezes up. You gotta take it slow with him.”

You let out a loud groan. “I refuse to take it slow anymore!” you whine. “He hasn’t made a move on me after I’ve so obviously flirted with him for years!”

“Just give Spangles a little more time,” he asserts. “I promise he’ll come around.”

Later that night, you’re tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about Tony’s words. You’ve given Steve plenty of time to ask you out and yet he’s done nothing. You’ve convinced yourself he’ll never come around. After a while you simply resorted to being flirty and straightforward with your comments, making him blush. You love when he blushes, but if he is just going to stand there and act flustered without actually telling you how he feels, then what’s the point? He should have made a move by now, and the fact that he hasn’t must be telling you something. You can’t take this bullshit anymore. You need to know the truth.

Taking a deep breath, you make an insane decision and retreat from your room. As you slowly descend down the hallway toward Steve’s room, you realize how idiotic your decision is. If he already doesn’t like how forward you’re being, then why would telling him exactly how you feel make things any better? You’re unaware of the answer, but at least if he rejects you then you’ll know for sure that you need to give up.

As you distractedly wander the halls, you bump right into Steve. He stands in front of you in nothing but his boxers. You feel like you’re about to pass out, and you can’t help but let your eyes linger on his chiseled muscles. How the fuck is this man so perfect?

“Steve?”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Y/N?” he asks. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah…” you hesitate. Your eyes fall to the floor and the fact that he is practically naked in front of you is making this a lot more difficult than it already is. “It’s just that there’s something I need to tell you, and you can say however you feel after. But I need you to tell the truth and let me know exactly what you’re feeling because I can’t-”

“Y/N,” Steve interrupts. “I know.”

“What?”

He laughs genuinely, making your stomach fill with butterflies. You could listen to that adorable laugh all damn day. “Not that you don’t make it obvious enough, I heard you talking with Tony earlier. I know how you feel about me,” he discloses. “And I…I feel the same way. I’m sorry I couldn’t tel you before, it’s just that you’re so brave when it comes to these things while I…well you see how I get. I was actually on my way to your room now to tell you everything.”

You smile, taking a step closer to him. He’s ready to walk backwards out of habit, but right now he feels perfect right where he is. You wrap your hands around his neck and he takes that as sign to place his hands on your waist. His hands shake against your hips, causing you to giggle at his innocence. “Steve, for the record, I think it’s really hot when you blush and get all flustered.”

“You do?” He raises his eyebrows in shock. “I just thought I was being awkward.”

You shake your head with a shrug. “I’m into that I guess,” you admit. Realizing a way to return to your usual antics, you smirk proudly. “See, I have this theory, that you totally want me. You want me bad.”

Again, a heat rises to Steve’s cheeks as he blushes like mad. He exhales loudly, bringing his beautiful blue eyes to meet yours. “I do want you. I want you…bad.”

You hold back from moaning at his brave move. Instead you smile and pull yourself so close to him you can feel his heart beat against your own. “I want you too, Steve, I want you really, really bad.”

When the words leave your mouth, Steve’s eyes flicker to your lips. You take that as a sign to lean forward and he boldly leans in the rest of the way to press his lips against yours. His grip on your waist tightens as his hands slowly wander up the hem of your shirt. You’re on the tips of your toes, pressed as close to him as you possibly can be. The kiss gains more passion in each passing moment and so you walk Steve backwards to his room, kicking the door shut behind you.

In a second, he practically has you pressed up against it. His large hands grasp the bottom of your thighs as he picks you up and slams you against the door. His lips fall to your neck, as he peppers kisses alongside it. You’re taken aback by his sudden dominance, and extremely turned on by it. His kisses grow hungrier as his erection pushes up against you. Unable to hold back anymore, you let out a moan which is quickly muffled by his lips on yours.

Steve carries you over to the bed, placing you down gently without even breaking the kiss. You can feel him reach for the bottom of your shirt and you expect him to rip it right off, but he hesitates. Pulling away from his lips you pout, grabbing his face in your hands. “What’s the matter?”

“Y/N…I don’t know if we should go through with this,” he mutters shyly.

You giggle, meeting his gaze and pressing your foreheads together. "Come on, now is not the time to act like a virgin, Rogers." He gives you a sympathetic look and you gasp, removing your hands from his warm cheeks. “Unless you’re actually a virgin…are you?”

Steve sighs, nodding his head. “I just never really had time to…”

“You don’t need to give me excuses, Steve, it’s okay,” you say, grinning sweetly. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to!” he replies. “I really want to, Y/N, I just don’t have much…I mean, any, experience.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”

“Are you sure you still want to?” he asks, concern in his voice. “Even though I’m-”

“Steve, I want you and only you, no matter what.” He nods, taking that as a queue to kiss you again. He reaches for your shirt again, this time stripping it off without hesitation. When he notices you’re not wearing a bra, he becomes breathless, marveled by your bare breasts. You reach up to kiss him again and as he pushes you down onto the bed, his hand gently grabs one of your breasts. He breaks away from the kiss, slowly leaving soft pecks down your chest and stomach until he reaches the band of your shorts.

His eyes meet yours for a second. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling down the shorts and your panties along with him. Steve wraps his arms underneath your knees, bringing your pussy closer to his hot mouth. He slowly licks your folds, before landing on your clit. His tongue does wonders, and you’re an absolute moaning mess when he brings his hand down to your pussy, inserting two fingers and pushing them in and out at a fast pace. Your back arches as you let out a loud moan, your hands gripping the sheets in pure pleasure. Knowing Steve admitted to not having any experience, you know that man has done his research.

Once you’ve finished, Steve kisses his way back up your body. You let out a shaky breath, still completely blown away by his skill. “You’re really good at that,” you mumble. He just laughs in response, kissing you again deeply. You reach down to palm his bulge, allowing Steve to groan against your mouth. Pushing down his boxers, his cock springs free and you’re blown away by his size.

He notices your eyes widen and he can’t help but blush. “Yeah I know it’s…”

“Massive?” you finish his sentence. “We’re gonna have to take things slow.”

He nods understandingly. “Slow.” Your lips find his again, but he quickly breaks away again to focus on lining himself up at your entrance. It takes him a few tries, but you’re patient. He pushes the tip in and continues to push the rest of his length in very slowly, stretching your walls. The two of you moan at the feeling of him filling you up completely.

He gives you a few moments to accommodate his size, but then you’re begging for him to move. Steve starts out with long thrusts, pulling himself in and out of you as the feeling overwhelms him. But soon he’s quickly taken over by lust at the sounds escaping your lips and the way you wrap your legs around him to push him inside you even deeper. His thrusts become faster, rougher, and you’re barely able to hold on as he sets such a quick pace. That man is fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so good.”

You’re surprised by his words, but it turns you on more and you’re too preoccupied to make a snarky comment about his language. “Steve, I’m close,” you barely breathe out as you feel your orgasm nearing.

“Me too,” he replies. He leans down to kiss you sloppily, his head falling onto your shoulder afterward. Steve groans as your walls clench around him and with one final thrust he spills inside of you. He’s careful not to pin you beneath his large body as he recovers, so he rolls over onto the other side of the bed. You’re at a loss for words as you try and find a steady breathing pattern again.

“Wow,” Steve says. “That was amazing.”

“It really was,” you agree, turning over to face him.

Steve looks to you and rests a hand to the side of your face. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You caress his hand with your own, smiling up at him. “I love you too.”

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before pulling you close to his broad chest. That’s how you fall asleep, in Steve’s loving arms, and you never want to be anywhere else.

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