#𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ஐ * | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

holdontorogers · 3 years ago

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»» Unexpected Guest x Un(expected) Feelings, s.r.

PART ONE PART TWO PART FOUR SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Steve knew Stark’s gala was up to no good, but he would never expect that, and honestly? Neither would you.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2,532

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, swearing, alcohol consumption, pet-names (honey, baby, kid), shower sex, fingering, masturbation (m), dirty talk, squirting, praise kink, size kink, slight degradation, breeding kink, Steve cums in reader’s hand and stomach, unprotected sex, angst if you squint, sorry for any typos.

𝐚/𝐧; tysm for all the love towards this series, I’m having so much fun writing it 🥺💗 sorry this one took a little longer. hope you like it ❤️

“Steve?�� you asked, as you knocked on his door. “Come in!” he shouted back, with an agitated voice.

“What’s wrong?” you entered the room, looking around it. Steve was pacing around his bed, going through his clothes.

You placed your hands on your hips, waiting for an answer, as Steve nearly drowned himself in his clothes scattered around the bed.

“Nat, she” he began to explain, continuing to work on the pile. “I have no idea which one to choose she just threw them here” he explained, finally facing you.

You smiled at him. Sometimes you forgot that the man behind the shield was a hundred year old man trying to figure things out.

Steve was so confidant in the battle field, yet here you were, calming Captain America down as he decided which shirt to wear to Tony Stark’s gala.

You placed a hand on his arm, looking over the shirts. You found a light blue buttoned one, long sleeves and with the ability to fit Steve’s body perfectly.

“This one” you picked it up and straightened it, showing it to him. “It’s my favorite”, you shrugged, throwing the clothe at him.

“Thank you” he was relieved, already organizing the other pieces Nat separated for him.

“Anytime” you winked, helping him with the pile in his bed.

“How much time do we have before the thing?” Steve said, frowning at the word. He really hated Tony and his events.

“It’s just another party, Steve” you said, running your hand through his hand, calming him.

“I just” he looked around the room, trying to form the words, “I hate these things, it’s just formalities and fake smiles” he shook his head, trying not to ramble on the subject.

“Yeah, well” you crossed your arms, your brows knitted together. “Just have some fun” you tried, “talk only with the people you want, relax with your friends, have some drinks” you encouraged him.

Steve sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance. “Yeah, I guess” he mumbled, his eyes kept wandering around the room.

Steve tried avoiding looking at you, wearing the usual tank top and pajama shorts that made his dick twitch in his pants.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but Steve wanted to make sure you’d think about him during the night.

He wanted to know he had some time with you, before all your attention is taken away by prying eyes and boring men.

“How long do we still have before it?” he finally looked at you, a mischief smile on his face. You smirked at him, feeling the change in the atmosphere.

“I think we have some time to spare” you replied, your eyes sparkled at the idea. “Grab your clothes and follow me” you said, opening the door.

You were both in the shower, sloppy wet kisses and curious hands at each other’s bodies.

You bit and sucked Steve’s swollen lips, a low moan skipping his lips. It was teeth and tongues and it was filled with urge and lust.

Steve gripped your hips, pushing you against the wall. Towering over you, reminding you of how big he was, in every way.

He ran his hands through your face, his thumb stopping at your mouth. You quickly took it in, sucking and licking as Steve’s erection poked your thigh.

He place his knee between your legs, devouring your neck. Steve’s lips started exploring your body, kissing anywhere and everywhere.

His tongue swirled your nipples, giving them the attention only Steve could. You threw your head back, whimpers leaving your mouth.

“Steve” you whined “please” you squirmed, taking Steve’s attention out of your breasts and into your face.

“Don’t worry, honey” he purred. “I’ll take care of you” he pushed two fingers into your dripping hole, you gasped at the sudden attention, grabbing his shoulders.

You arched your back as Steve curved his fingers, his other hand and his mouth playing with your boobs again.

His thumb started circling your clit, and you were already feeling the heat forming in your lower stomach.

Intoxicated by the feeling, you’d curse and cry out Steve’s name as he groaned, grinding his hips into your legs, alleviating his own needs.

“Such a good girl” Steve praised, “I can feel your greedy pussy squeezing my fingers, fuck” you knew Steve was lost in the moment when he cursed, and that only egged you on.

“Gonna make a mess all over me?” he cooed, “have me dripping from your own juices, baby?” his dirty talk was driving you wild, a loud moan and his name was all you managed to say.

Your hands found his length, slowly stroking it. You could feel the precum dripping from his cock, your thumb circling and playing with his swollen tip.

Steve was not expecting that. He growled and left out a strangled moan, increasing his pace.

You could feel your walls clenching around him, you were so close. You tried to keep up with his moves, your hands working on his length as best as you could.

Steve’s mouth made its way back to yours, kissing and licking the skin in between until he reached your flushed lips.

You were both moaning between the kisses. Steve was close too.

He threw his head back as you payed extra attention to the tip of his cock, groans and your name escaping his mouth.

“Steve, I’m” you couldn’t finish the warning, as the heat in your belly dissolved into a blissful state of nirvana, little explosions all over your body.

The pressure had been too much, too good, and you saw the aftermath of your high as Steve was dripping with your juices.

Seeing your orgasm and seeing you squirt was too much for Steve and his own release came soon after, his cum painting your belly and your hands.

He pressed his forehead to yours, you both out of words. Steve wrapped your legs on his waist, thrusting into you at once.

You both gasped at the feeling. “Love it when I fill you up don’t you?” you quivered at his words, whining his name in response.

“Such a dumb baby, cock drunk for me” he mocked. By this point, Steve knew all the words that would have you whining, whimpering and such a mess for him.

His low voice sent shrives down your spine as he’d whisper dirty words in your ears.

Steve’s thrusts were unstoppable, hitting your sweet spot, your walls stretching to fit all of him.

You were out of it. Your head thrown back, gasps, moans, whimpers, whine, his name — you were a mess, his mess.

You never thought you could feel so much at such an intimate moment. Steve did things to you, things you not particularly liked.

You felt out of control, drunk on the feeling, always wanting more of him. So naturally, the logical idea was to back away.

But not right now. Oh, fuck no, not right now. Right now you were feeling him, squeezing him, wanting him in all possible ways.

It felt like heaven, his praises, his raspy voice, his dirty words. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, ready for release.

Steven’s thumb circled your clit, his tongue in your mouth, collecting all the sinful sounds you made as he touched you there.

“Steve” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as your orgasm washed over you, making you see stars. This was the greatest feeling in the world, you felt like nothing could ever compare to this.

Soon after, Steve came, hard, inside you. You could feel how he filled you up, spilling his warm, thick cum, breeding you.

You were both flushed out, showering and unable to keep your hands to yourselves. It was the greatest shower of your life.

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Steve could feel the blood rushing through his veins. There was not a moment he wouldn’t think about you two.

Steve felt something different this time. Something about you switched that day, and Steve felt like he was even more addicted to you.

And he wasn’t wrong. You were feeling something, something you had no idea what it was. Something that almost scared you.

You tried to shake your head, focus on the clothes you were gathering to wear tonight, focus on your makeup…. But the signs were there.

You decided on a dress because it matched Steve’s eyes. You absentmindedly did your make up in a style Steve previously complimented and seemed to really like.

You’d feel your body reacting everything you thought about him. Shrives down on your spine, goosebumps on your skin as you imagined Steve and his Midas touch.

And now here you were, clenching your jaw and nearly breaking the whiskey glass in your hands because that blonde woman kept touching Steve whenever she could.

You rolled your eyes and tried avoiding that area but, God, how stupid could someone be?

And Steve was loving the attention. All smiles and chatty, not minding her body all over him.

Of course he didn’t minded, he was now one of the most confident men in the room. And partially because of you.

Why did that annoy you so much? You could feel your eyes burning, you were on fire at that sight.

It couldn’t be. There’s no way this is leading to where you’re thinking.

You were fucked, and not only in the way you were used to. You needed help and you needed it now.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked you, taking you out off thoughts. You sighed, focusing on her, or doing your best to.

“I don’t know” you confessed, shrugging and running your hand through your face, sitting down at the bar.

Your body was tense and you didn’t even realize you were standing up during all that time.

“Please tell me I’m not delusional” you raised a brow at Nat, who was grinning at you.

“What’s that supposed to me?” you were frowning and confused but how amused she seemed to be.

“You” she pointed, “you’re jealous” a bigger smile on her face. You scoffed rolling your eyes.

“I am absolutely not” you tried to channel your anger towards that assumption. But it was Nat, she knew you — too well.

“Yes, you are” she said again, “and if you’d stop being so stubborn and act ice cold towards everyone”, she had a more serious expression on her face.

“Maybe things could be different” she hinted, and your eyebrows draw in confusion again.

And okay, you were not expecting that. You thought it were insane for being bothered by that.

There was no way you’d see this coming. What the fuck where you supposed to do now?

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You tried talking to Steve. But it was always group talks and small talks and blond girls, brunettes, red hair.

You were done for the night. As a sign from the Gods Steve was finally spotted alone.

“Hey” you signaled at him, taking his mind off of his thoughts. “Hey!” he smiled, his features illuminating and your hound beating faster.

Okay, focus.

“I need to talk to you” you said, unsure of what that meant, or even what you wanted to talk about.

“Uh, yeah, sure” Steve was confused, his brows knitting together as he tried to understand what you meant by that. Not that you knew too, but anyways.

A few seconds, that’s all you two had after exchanging looks and moving towards the voices who were calling for you.

You swore you’d yell at someone if your friends introduced to another “oh he’s so nice” guy. You were done.

You wanted your room, you wanted your comfy clothes… And you wanted Steve.

“Oh, hey there, kid” everyone stopped talking, Nat looked at you with wider eyes. It couldn’t be, he was in California.

“Chris?” you turned back, hesitantly. Now that’s fucking unexpected.

“Hey, how you’ve been?” he probably had wine that night. He was excited, bubbly and too touchy. Or maybe he just felt like he had that intimacy with you.

“Great, how’s California?” you tried asking, trying to understand who in the world he was back.

“Oh, nothing compared to you” he placed a hand on your shoulder, looking into your eyes. You turned your head, biting your lips, fight or flight?

You were both at the balcony, talking. Chris wouldn’t stop mumbling about his new job, but how he missed New York, how he missed you.

Chris was one of the sweetest guys you met. And he had a tendency of going headfirst into, well, anything.

He moved to New York on a weeks notice and same thing with California. He just took his life as it came.

Christian was the most impulsive person you’ve ever met. And you knew he was more attached than he showed.

Of course the sex was good, and he was a nice person to be with. But relationships never did good to you. You didn’t need it, and he seemed to respect that, understand that.

And he always swore he was fine, and the fact that you didn’t want anything other sex did not bother him. Bullshit.

You knew deep down he was way too involved, and you even wondered if he took the job in California just to be away from you.

And you were glad he did that. You knew he’d only ended up hating you if he stayed any longer. And you wouldn’t have been with Steve if he was still around.

But that never matter then, and it didn’t matter now.

All you knew is that you were aware of his intentions tonight. His longing touches, his eyes watching your every move, the way he was running his tongue through his lips.

Chris was a charming man, and he came with a mission tonight.

What you did not know is that Steve saw it all. From the surprising sight of Christian being there, to the way he caught you and took you outside.

He even passed through the balcony accidentally, and stopped there. He hated how you smiled at that guy, how he probably came all this way just to see you.

Steve felt his heart heavy on his chest, he really thought things could change. Especially when you bumped into him and asked to talked.

He thought you two were finally getting somewhere. And he was clearly wrong. Maybe you were finally done with him, and that was the Universe telling him this.

He just wished you thought this through, and not splashed it on his face like that.

Steve didn’t realize you saw him through the glass, you could barely see him clearly, but you swore you saw the hurt and anger in his eyes.

You were anxious, not knowing what to do or how to act. You both just stare at each other, and Steve left in heavy steps.

He didn’t bother talking to anyone, he just left.

You sighed and thought about your options. How did you get to this? What the hell were you supposed to do?

Maybe you should talk to Steve, maybe you shouldn’t bother. Fight or flight?

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