#Chris Evans x virgin!reader

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 28

<Part 27<

Warnings: fluff, Steve being cute, 18+ readers only, swearing, IT'S THERE WEDDING NIGHT! SMUT, fingering, hand job, oral (f-receiving), virginity lose, unprotected sex, soft sex, blood, people listening (medieval shit), Steve being a tease, Steve and reader just being cute

"Another?" Morgana asked around a yawn.

You rolled your eyes playfully at her from where you knelt on the floor beside her bed. Not an easy task in your ball gown, but you couldn't say no to the Little Princess when she asked for a bed time story. "I don't think you'll stay awake for a second story, Little Princess." You teased her. "Now, snuggle your bear tight and close your eyes."

"I don't want to go to sleep." She yawned again.

"I think you do." You smiled softly at her. "I certainly do." You sighed and rested your head against your hand as you leaned against her bed.

Morgana shook her head, "If I go to sleep, it means I won't get to see you again." She pouted.

Your brow furrowed. "You'll see me tomorrow."

She shook her head. "But you're leaving... Forever. I'll never see you again." She sniffled.

Your heart broke at the sight of her tears. "Oh, Morgana, of course you will," You got up with a struggle and sat on the bed beaide her, pulling her onto your lap.

"What if, you move away, and, forget, about me?" She sobbed.

"Impossible." You smiled. "We're family. You're one of the most important people in my life."

"And mine." Steve smiled at the pair of you from the door way. "You're welcome to visit Brook whenever you want, Princess Morgana. There's a room already waiting for you." He smiled softly at her.

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

Steve nodded. "Just needs your seal of approval." He winked at her making her giggle.

You smiled, "Feel better?" You asked her.

She nodded, "Can I have another story?" She asked batting her eyelashes at you making you roll your eyes again.

"I don't have the energy, Little Princess." You gave her a tired smile.

"I'l can read it, if you'd like, Princess Morgana..." Steve knelt beside the bed as he placed his hand on your knee. "You need to get ready for bed yourself, My love." Steve softly said as he gave you a reassuring look.

You nodded nervously and turned to Morgana. "Can King Steven read to you?" You asked.

She nodded and got off your lap. "Okay... But I hope you're better than daddy... He's terrible." She rolled her eye making you giggle and Steve grin.

"I'm sure I'm much better than your father, Princess." Steve stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you up from the bed. "I'll be along shortly, my love." He kissed your cheek.

You nodded and looked back to Morgana. "Good night, Little Princess."

"Night..." She waved you off with barely a second glance. "Will you read this, King Steven?" She asked him as she held up a second (thicker) book.

You left Morgana's chambers with a giggle as you watched Steve settle in the small armchair near Morgana's bed as he took the book from her.

"Everything okay, Your Highness?" Bucky asked as you closed the door behind you and joined him and Sam in the hallway.

You smiled and nodded at the pair of them.

"Where is the King?" Sam asked with a curious look.

You let out a small giggle, "Somehow, Morgana has managed to convince Steve to read her another book."

The pair of them chuckled, tempted to take a peak at their mighty king behaving so mundane.

"I'll give it five minutes and rescue His Majesty, shall I?" Sam asked with a smirk.

You smiled, "I don't think Morgan a will last five minutes." You chuckled softly. "I'll bid you good evening, Sam. " You bowed your head to him.

"Goodnight, Your Highness." Sam bowed before you.

Bucky offered his arm to you before the pair of you began to make your towards the chambers you and Steve would be sharing on your wedding night.

"I wanted to give you this back whilst we were still alone." You smiled up at Bucky as you placed the velvet pouch into his hand. "Thank you."

Bucky nodded, "It was my honour, Your Highness." He smiled and quickly slipped into his pocket as you came to a stop outside the chamber doors.

"Goodnight, Bucky." You leaned up and kissed his cheek, smiling to yourself as he blushed.

Bucky bowed before you before opening the door for you. You entered the room and let out a relieved sign once you saw Natasha and Wanda waiting for you.

"You look about ready to pass out." Natasha chuckled as she walked up to you. "Princess Morgana make it all the way through the story?"

You nodded, "And some." You sighed and looked around the room you were in. You had an uneasy feeling being in a room that wasn't yours, knowing what was about to happen.

"Relax," Wanda smiled warmly at you as she began to take youe jewellery off.

You hummed, "Easy for someone to say who isn't about to have the entire court listen to her-"

"I meant-" Wanda cut you off with a giggle. "You have nothing to fear with King Steven." She smiled kindly at you.

You nodded, "I know... I'm just, worried I'll make a fool of myself... Steve, is far more experienced than I am." You frowned to yourself.

"From my experience, women rarely make a fool of themselves if they're stood naked in front of a man." Natasha chuckled behind you making you and Wanda giggle. "King Steven, isn't going to judge you, Your Highness."

You nodded. "I know, I know... I'm just being silly..." You smiled to yourself, "It's still hard to believe that we're really married."

"Well believe it, Your Highness..." Natasha smiled as she finished unbuttoning the back of your gown.

With the help of Natasha and Wanda you were able to slip out of your gown and under skirts quickly, the three of you having done the whole routine countless times.

"Shall I brush your hair now, Your Highness?" Wanda asked holding your hairbrush once you were just in your nights gown.

You shook your head, "No, thank you. I'd like to do it myself." You smiled softly at her as she handed you the hairbrush. "The two of you are dismissed now. Thank you."

Natasha frowned, "But we still have-"

"It's fine, Natasha. I'd like a few moments to myself." You smiled at her. "Really, I'm fine."

The two of them nodded and bowed before leaving the room. You were left in silence as you settled in front of the dressing table at the far side of the room opposite the doors to the chambers.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, struggling to believe that you were someone's wife now. And not just anyone's, you were Steve's wife, and the thought made you so happy.

Since you were old enough to understand, you'd been terrified of being forced to marry a man that would treat you horrendously. Use you as nothing else but a breeding machine. You were terrified you'd be forced to marry King Brock and be treated to a life of misery.

"My love?"

You looked up at Steve's reflection in the mirror as he stood behind you. "Oh, Steve," You sniffled, wiping your fallen tears away, not even realising you'd been crying.

"My love, what's wrong?" Steve asked as he knelt beside you and cupped your face in his hands, brushing your tears away.

You shook your head with a smile, "I'm just... Happy." You giggled, "You make me happy." You smiled at him, making him grin.

"You make me happy too." He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against yours lovingly.

"Did Morgana fall asleep?" You asked as he stood up and took your hands, helping you stand.

He nodded. "After the first page." He chuckled.

"Thank you, for reading to her. You didn't need to." You leaned up and pecked his lips.

Steve smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "She's family, Y/n and I look after my family." He whispered.

You nodded with a smile, "Me too."

A creak in the floor boards on the other side of the door that separated you from the room where the Lords will be waiting drew your attention away from Steve.

Steve pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger and turned your head back to him. "It's just you and me, My love." He whispered before pressing his lips against yours.

You let out a soft moan feeling Steve's large hands trail down your sides and settle on your hips. His tongue licked into your mouth like it had thw previous night and memories of the wonderful feeling of what happened between you flooded your mind.

Steve pulled back with a soft hum, "Just us." He whispered.

You nodded with a smile. "Just us."

Steve winked at you making you blush and look away. "Remember how I made you feel last night?" Steve asked as he slowly moved you towards the large bed.

You nodded, "Yes."

"Remember what I promised?" He asked. "Words, My love. Always tell me how you feel. If it's too much or if you want more. Always tell me, yes?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip nervously. "I have nothing to fear."

Steve smiled against your neck. "Good girl." He pulled back and pecked your lips. "Ready?"

You gulped, nodding. "Can we go slow?" You placed your hands on his chest, toying with the collar of his sleep shirt.

"Of course, My love." Steve gave you a loving smile as he reached up and cupped your cheek. "There's no need to rush." Steve pressed his lips against yours gently as he pulled you closer by your hips.

You let out a soft moan as he gave your hips a squeeze. You closed your eyes as Steve aaslowly began to softly kiss your neck, his large hands bunched your night gown up. You bit your bottom lip as Steve ran his tongue over your neck.

"Can I remove your night gown, My love?" Steve whispered against your next.

You nodded, "Will you, remove, yours?" You asked nervously.

Steve pulled back with a smirk, "You want me naked, My love?"

Your cheeks blushed as you nodded. "Don't you?"

Steve's smirk grew as he reached for the hem of his shirt and practically ripped it over his head leaving him completely bare before. You gulped as you ran your eyes over his bare chest that was covered in hair, licking your lips as your eyes slowly fell down to his thick, heavy cock that was slowly hardening as you stared.

"You're drooling, My love." Steve teased making your cheeks flush.

You gasped and looked back up to meet his eyes. "I certainly am not."

Steve chuckled softly, "It's fine if you are, My love... I'm your husband now, you can drool all over me as much as you want." He said playfully making you blush even more. Steve reached out and took your hand, gently placing it over his hard cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Feel what you do to me, My love." His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your delicate hand around him. "Fuck," He breathed softly, "That's it." He moaned softly as you began to stroke him.

You bit your bottom lip as you squeezed your thighs together. You took your hand away from him making Steve open his eyes with a soft pout. If the moment was so serious, you'd have giggled at his cute little frown, but you saw worry and concern lacing his eyes as he stared at you, so you quickly pulled the collar of your night gown open and let the thin material fall down your body so it pooled at your feet.

"I'm ready, Steve. Make me yours." You whispered, staring ar him lovingly.

Steve licked his lips as he gave a soft nod and closed the short distance between you. One hand held the back of your head as the other laid on the small of your back and pulled your soft naked body against his as he crashed his lips against yours passionately.

Your mind reeled as Steve gently pushed you backwards onto the large bed and hovered over you, his tongue and lips claiming yours. A soft moan left your mouth as Steve once more began to kiss and lick his way down toue neck and across your collar bones until he came to the tops of your breasts where he finally pulled back and took a breath, much to your dismay.

"I need you to promise me something, My love." Steve whispered as the two of you looked into each other's eyes.

You nodded, "Anything."

"If you want me to stop, for any reason, please, tell me. You are the most important thing to me, My love... My wife... My Queen." Steve smiled lovingly down at you as he brushed a strand of your hair back from yoir forehead. "I do not wish to harm you, in anyway."

You nodded with a smile, "I know. I trust you... My darling husband." You grinned up at him. "Now, make me yours, My King."

Steve crashed his lips against yours once more, something primal taking over after hearing you call him your husband.

He kissed his way down the curve of your left breast, licking and sucking on your peaked nipple, pulling the most beautiful of noises from you as you rolled your hips against his thigh to get some relief. He smirked to himself as he trailed his tongue down your stomach until he came to the tuft of hair that sat between your thighs.

Steve's large hands gripped your thighs and puajed them open as he dived in and began to devour your cunt.

"Oh, Steven," You moaned, quickly covering your mouth to hide your pleasured moans.

Steve pulled back with a smirk and reached up, pulling your hand away from your mouth. "You don't need to be quiet, my love. We want those bastards to hear how much you love your husband paying attention to your cunt." Steve said with such confidence and vulgarity, sending shivers up your spine. Steve smirked and lowered his face back between your legs.

You tangled your fingers in the silk sheets as your eyes rolled back and your hips mices against Steve's mouth. "Oh. Oh, Steve," You moaned loudly as his tongue slipped inside your slit. You let out another loud moan as Steve began move his tongue in ans out of you, his thumb rubbing on your throbbing buddle of nerves. "Oh, Steeeve," You moaned.

Steve raised his head momentarily to catch his breath and to judge your reaction as he slipped bis thumb that was toying with your clit inside your wet hole.

You cried out as his thick digit stretched you out. You were so pure and untouched. So innocent, yet so curious.

"That's it, My love." Steve kissed your thigh as he pumped his thumb in and out of you a couple of times.

"Steve," You panted, "Please." You begged making Steve smirk proudly.

Steve removed his thumb and gently ran the knuckles of his index and middle finger through your wet lips coating his fingers in your sweet nectar and his saliva before he slowly began to inch his thick fingers inside of you.

You cried out, a wave of pleasure made your back arch of the bed. "Oh, Steve," You groaned sinfully loud ad Steve began to move his fingers in and out of you.

"How do you feel, My love? Tell me. Tell Your King." He asked as he watched you like a hawk.

"I... I feel-" You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled backwards, letting out a pleasure filled scream behind your hand as your orgasm washed over you.

"Fuck," He growled and lightly bit your thigh as you came. He gently pressed his lips against your warm, slick skin as he worked his way up Your body until he was laid beside you. "You did so good, my love." He praised as he wrapped you up in his arms. His left hand softly cupped your breast, pulling a low moan from me. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered. "So... Beautiful." He leaned down placing a soft kiss against your lips.

He then began working his lips down your jaw, then neck, where he graze his teeth across your soft skin until he came to collar bone. Kissing, sucking, nipping his way towards your breasts. Soft, needy moans escaped your mouth as you threaded your fingers of your left hand through his hair ad your other tangled in the sheets, needing to hold on to something.

You let out a sinful moan as Steve wrapped his lips around one of your pebbled peaks, suckling softly as he kneaded your plump backside. He suddenly bit down, not enough to cause any harm but enough to make you cry out.

Steve pulled back in concern, "My love, did I hurt you? I don't have-"

You shook your head, pulling his head back down. "No! No. I-I like it... please, don't stop." You pleaded making Steve smile. You smiled too and leaned up gently pressing your lips to his, pulling him closer, feeling his hard cock press between your thighs. "Make love to me, Steve." You whispered against his lips as you cupped his face in your hands.

Steve nodded, wearing a loving smile as he rolled you on to your back and settled between your spread thighs. He leaned down and kissed you again. He moved his weight onto his right arm to hold himself above you so he wasn't squashing you as he took a hold of his cock, lining him up at your entrance. Slowly, Steve began to push into you.

You cried out in pain as his bulbous head split you open. "AH... Steve..." You sobbed, turning away from him as tears began to run.

"Hold me, My love." Steve whispered against your temple. "Good girl." He praised as you wrapped your arms around his body, your hands laying against his strong back.

You moaned out as Steve continued to slowly fill you.

"How do you feel, My love?" Steve asked as he placed kisses against my forehead.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. "Strange. Full... A little sore." You panted. "But... I like it." You let out a nervous giggle.

Steve chuckled, "It'll get better. I promise." He kissed you. "Tell me when I can move, okay? I don't want to harm you, if you're not ready."

You nodded taking a deep breath. "I'm ready, Steve."

Steve nodded and gave you a soft kiss, slowly pulling out. Your breath caught as the unfamiliar feeling made you tingle. Steve pressed his face against your neck as the two of you began to moan in tandem together.

"That's it, sweetheart... You're doing so good, for Your King." Steve praised as you moaned and wrapped your legs arpund his waist. "You feel like... Fucking, heaven." He moaned. "Fuck... Princess... My beautiful, perfect, wife..." He groaned loudly as he felt your cunt squeeze around him. Steve kissed down your neck before lightly biting the curve of it, making you moan loudly as he sucked and licked your skin.

"Oh... Steve..." You moaned. "Yes! Steve-"

"Mmm... sweetheart... so good."

Your sweaty bodies slid against one another. The sound of skin slapping skin, mixed with pure pleasure was a sympathy. Soon the pair of you were almost there.

"Steve, I'm... close... please-"

"Me too, My love . Together." He kissed your neck as the two of you whispered 'I love you' repeatedly.

Your eyes screwed shut as you cried out in ecstasy, your cunt squeezed around Steve's cock, taking everything he had as he too let out a pleasured cry as he came.

Steve tried to keeo his weight off you but you squeezed youe legs around him and pulled him down, letting out a satisfied hum.

"I'm squashing you, Princess." He chuckled softly.

You shook your head, "I like it... I need it." You whispered.

That's how you stayed for a moment as the two of you caught your breath.

The sound of three bangs against the wooden door startled you from your happy little bubble.

"What was that? Are they coming in?" You panicked, trying to push Steve off you so you could cover yourself.

"No one, My love." Steve rolled onto his back with a tired sigh and pulled you against him, kissing the top of toie head. "That was just the signal the lords use to let the maid's know our marriage is consummated."

Your brow furrowed, "Why do the maids need to know?" You asked looking at him.

Steve looked down at you with a sorrowful look in his eyes. "They need to collect the sheets, My love..." He pulled them back and revealed the mess that had been created.

Your eyes widened as you saw the blood and looked between your legs. You gasped, feeling tears prick your eyes and shame flood your chest.

"Hey, shh," Steve cupped your cheek as a small sob escaped. "You have nothing to worry about, My love... We talked about this, didn't we?" Steve smiled at you reassuringly. You nodded. "What did I promise?"

You gulped and smiled to yourself as you thought back to what he had said. "You'd have a bath drawn... For the two of us... Filled with lavender oil." You smiled at him.

Steve nodded, "I had someone arrange everything beforehand." He pecked your lips before standing up from the bed still naked. He bent over and scooped you up, making you squeal and laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Steve chuckled, "I won't drop you, My love."

Steve took you into another room that was joined onto the main chamber. In the center was a large wooden tub, easily big enough for two. The room was hot and full of steam, spreading the scent of lavender all around, instantly relaxing you.

"I can walk, Steven." You giggled as he took you all the way over to the bathtub.

Steve grinned and placed you back on your feet inside the tub. As he let go you wobbled and grabbed a hold of his arms, "I'm not so sure you can after that." He teased as he kept hold of your hips making you gasp.

"Steven," You lightly hit his shoulder, "Don't talk like that... It's embarrassing." You blushed.

"Why? It's just us... And it's true." He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you giggle. "Don't be embarrassed, My love. Making love, between husband and wife, is nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled lovingly at you.

You nodded, "I know... It's just the thought of people knowing what we did." You said with a blush.

Steve chuckled as he brushed your hair back. "I know, My love, it's daunting and strange but it's over with now. We never have to go through it again." He gave you a reassuring smile.

"I love you, My darling husband." You whispered as you reached up placed your hand on his cheek.

Steve's smile grew as he leaned into your touch. "I love you too, My love." He whispered closing the gap.

It felt like your heart was going to explode from the love the two of you were sharing in that one kiss.

Steve climbed into the tub amd lowered himself into the water, letting out a relieved sigh as he did.

He gently pulled you down to sit between his spread legs, smirking playfully as you blushed. "You're going to have to get over this shyness, Princess." Steve teased as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "We're married now."

"I know." You bit your bottom lip as you looked down into the water as it swerled around you. "And I will... But right now it still feels like a dream." You admitted. "I never thought on my wedding day I'd be this happy." You chew on your bottom lip as you played with Steve's fingers in the water. "I always thought..." You gulped, feeling tears form in your eyes, "I thought I'd be forced to marry -"

Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. "It's okay, My love. You're safe, now." Steve kissed the top of your head as you cried softly against his chest. "You're safe."

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[sarahowritesostucky]

Ooh there was so much I loved about this fic. My favorite is how it keeps Curtis dark, but kind. When he looked knowingly at her and whispered, "I'm sorry," in her hear, before continuing on to take her virginity, I just 🫠. What a great fic. I can't wait to read more! (there's other parts).

Out of Darkness

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: A Snowpiercer tale at the request of an anon who needs some cheering up this week (you can do this, I believe in you!). The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

6.5k ~ A one-shot unless someone wants more… (I’ll get it on AO3 this weekend)

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In the days after the Sacred Engine came to a stop, the few remaining survivors made their way out of the wreckage of the Snowpiercer and into the frozen wasteland many had only glimpsed through the windows of the train.

News of the tail section revolt got around quickly, and no one in the front expected it to amount to much.

But the rebellion didn’t go as they told you it would. The people in the front weren’t supposed to die. The rebels were supposed to be suppressed and put back in their place – what you were told.

The alerts kept coming that day and into the next day.

When the rebels reached the greenhouse with Minister Mason as their hostage? You were terrified. Particularly of their leader, a taller man in a long dark coat with an intensity about him that scared you on many levels. The blend of disbelief and anger on his face as he glanced around the greenhouse was unmistakable.

You didn’t mean to stare at him as you did as they walked further into your car.  You’d never seen anyone from the tail section before. They were as ill-kept as you heard, the rest of his group looking like normal folks aside from the desperation in their faces and the grime covering them.

Not him. No, there was something about him…

Keep reading

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Below you'll find my prompts for Kinktober 2023! They will become links once written 🥰

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

Bondage: Lloyd Hansen - Bound

Breeding: Chris Evans

Collaring: Nomad!Steve Rogers

Deepthroating & Facesitting: Dean Winchester

Double Penetration In One Hole: Evanstan

Edgeplay: Sebastian Stan

Frottage: Stucky

Hate Sex: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes

Lactation: Beefy!Bucky Barnes

Mind Control: Loki Laufeyson

Orgasm Denial: James Hetfield

Panties and Lingerie: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Pegging: Dean Winchester

Praise Kink: Lars Ulrich

Rimming: Destiel

Sensory Deprivation: Natasha Romanoff

Sex Toys: Wanda Maximoff

Size Difference: Chris Hemsworth

Somnophilia: Bucky Barnes

Spanking: Ransom Drysdale

Temperature Play: IceMav

Threesome: Natasha x Reader x Bucky

Titfucking: Thor Odinson

Uniform: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Virginity: Aragorn

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Chris evans (Professor) x reader

A bit of the moment i knew too for the birthday

7 days till my birthday.

Day 1

Profesor Evans was one of the most attractive people you'd see he was so naturally attractive that students would end up daydreaming and fighting over the first desk so they could just see him upclose i was sitting on the front desk per his request we were both in a 3 months relationship after class was over i went up to him

"Chris... I think i left my scarf at your sister's house did you see it there?" i jumped on the desk infront of him

"Yeah it's with me don't worry but i don't think I'm giving it back" he said smirking that smirk that made me weak

"You owe me a new one" i was holding back a giggle

"How about a drive instead?" he asked

"Fine since you asked so nicely" i hop off as both of us alone make our way to his car to not be suspicious before i get in his car and he also does on the other we were driving around getting lost autumn air making our hairs fly and a few leafs going inside through the wide open window as we were singing loudly there was magic in the car i felt so inlove i got a text from my mom telling me she's not home "chris?" i looked at him "yeah darling?" he almost ran a red light when he looked at me awaiting my answer "careful... Mom said she's not home you know she's been staying with me.. Wanna go to my house?" he agreed and we went there.. It was the night i lost my virginity to him.. Me 20 him 43..i had no regrets not then atleast.

We fell asleep right after but woke up in the middle of the night as we go find something to eat i open the fridge and suddenly you grab me to dance as i giggle loudly in the refrigerator light then we sit on the stairs planning a future for after i finish college talking about our pasts

Day 2

we were meeting up with your friends as they showed me pictures of you when you were a teenager in a small bed as i laughed while you blushed when you were taking me home we got into a fight and you got out of the car throwing the car keys to me after a while he calmed down and went back inside i was going to tell him today that i loved him but bit my tongue he found me curled in the passenger seat so he held me close to him

Day 3

The next day i went into class smiling at him and as always first row i was dying to tell everyone you were mine and to stop daydreaming about you.. You would leave me cause you kept us a secret afraid of reactions

Day 5 (sorry for the skip)

He was meeting my father my dad was against it at first but they were both dying of laughter over coffee as i sat next to him smiling at how well the interaction is going

Day 6

The day before my birthday we were once again with your friends except i was sitting awkwardly not understanding much or to be more specific no one including me so i was zoning out holding Chris's hand what broke me out of it was him dropping it as i frowned a little and then kept silent the whole way home when he asked me what's wrong i lashed out

"You dropped my fucking hand chris" i exclaimed angrily

"I didn't even notice are you this immature that you have to make a big deal over something i didn't notice? Are you for real right now?" i stormed out of the car going to my house as i watched him drive off from my window

Birthday

I was standing head to toe in Chris's favorite color all of his and my friends were here i knew we were a secret but this was my birthday.. And for his birthday i had a big party with everyone he loved.. My short off shoulder red dress that puffed out in the end bringing my curves out my dad next to me thinking it must be him each time the doorbell rings but every single time it wasn't him i was waiting for him the way he always comes in when we're alone

Flashback

"baby im right heree" he said happily

"Chrissss" i jumped on him like a koala hugging him tightly "missed you"

Instead i had no one to impress or kiss everyone standing around me singing the seat that was supposed to be yours empty tears were streaming down my face as i ran off

Day 8

We're over. You couldn't care less you mailed me back everything except that one scarf.. A sign of my innocence you took and the smell of me you couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it

You remembered it all too well

[coltrainbat]

what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.

I'm the Captain Now

A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V

You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den. 

Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position. 

You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off 

“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.

It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.

You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in. 

“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.

“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”

“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.

Steve gulped at the sight. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”

Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…

“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”

“Fuck me?” you said pointedly

“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”

“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”

“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”  

You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”

“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement. 

Catching himself, he cleared his throat

“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.

His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss.  Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”

Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically. 

You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp. 

You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer. 

You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.

Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.

“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.

“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.

Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist. 

He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you. 

You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest. 

Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?” 

He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely. 

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?” 

Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip. 

Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length. 

“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.” 

He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth. 

His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” 

“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly

“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”

“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.

“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly 

“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows. 

Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis. 

Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat. 

“Aghh Steve.”

“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.

“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.” 

You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.  

The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.

“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”

That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head. 

You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure. 

“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.” 

With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like. 

He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”

You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.

“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure. 

Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.

“Shit, what was that are you ok?”

You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’

Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Did I do that?”

You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release. 

With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.

 “Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”

“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt. 

His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close. 

“Holy shit.”

You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead 

“What’d you think Cap?”

“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss. 

He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making. 

You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity. 

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I LOVE IT SWEETIE! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Stripped Naked

So I wrote this for @ramp-it-up Love you 3000 celebration but it was quickly getting too long 😅 so I scrapped it but I started rereading it and it was good. It has a similar theme as Stripped but it’s a completely different story. If you have a problem with it, throw me in jail for plagiarizing myself. Also I couldn’t think of another name so its just Stripped Max Pro *new* 2c (but not a sequel)

Anyway, we’ve been here before: Stripper Steve meets are innocent virgin reader and has to win her over

Warnings: 18+ only! Contains: Virgin reader, stripping, alcohol, vaginal intercourse, a couple consenting adults having a good time. It’s pretty vanilla but sometimes wall you want is vanilla

You know the deal: Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

I give you Stripped Naked

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 28- Virginity taking with Jake Jensen

1766 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

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A/N: Well, i got carried away, but it's some sweet friends to lovers. Some brother best friend kind of AU and a sweet Jakey

Enjoy

Cloudy

Don't be shy to reblog, comment or like!

TW: fluffy smut, first time (reader is a virgin), fingering, handjob, p in v (use of condom)

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

He was your brother best friend…. What a cliché. But how could you not be mezmerized by him. The leader, almost, of the Loser. The stupid name your brother and his friends gave to their little group of geeks.

It was a Sunday afternoon, this week, the session was at your house, because your parents were off for a week. A week, where you know Jake will come and go out of your house like it was his own.

“Hey little one!”, greets you, Jake.

“I have a fucking name, loser.” You bite back. He chuckles and comes to kiss your head. Yeah, okay…he’s bigger than you. But still…you have a name.

“I know honey, but it’s fun to see you get red when I call you that.”

“I’M NOT GETTING RED”, he just smirks and hugs you. Fuck him and his amazing hug.

“How’s college for you? Don’t see you much around?”, he asks you still holding you in his arms. You sigh and hugs him back, missing him more than you thought with your first year there. You are the same one, he’s one year older, but you use to always be with your brother and his friends, it’s a big change for all of you.

“It’s okay, miss you guys”, he coos at that and kisses your head again.

“Miss you too, sweety”. You look up at him and he’s looking down, his glasses falling a little, making you able to see clearly his blue eyes. He holds you a bit tighter and gives you a small smile. “No problem with men?”. You scuff.

“Men? It’s boys there. They’re boring and think girls will do like in pornos.” He looks at you, worried.

“You didn’t do anything you didn’t want, right?”. You smile, Jake always worries about you, more than your brother sometimes. You shake your head and blush. “Why are you blushing, love?”

“Because we made a promise, didn’t we?”. He smirks and chuckles.

“Yeah, we did. But we don’t have too.” You don’t know why it hurts you. It was after a stupid night out, both drunk and a little high. He must see it in your eyes because he pushes you in your room and closes the door. “I thought it was because we were drunk, honey.” You try to look away, to get out of his hold but he has you firmly against his chest, two fingers holding your chin. “Sweets, don’t stay silent, it’s an important subject”

“It’s just to get rid of my virginity, not a big deal”. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t say that I regret my first time and I don’t want you to live the same experience”. You didn’t know that… he never told you.

“You regret it?”, he sighs and nods.

“Yeah, wrong person, I was not ready… I was pressured by the others. If I could erase it and wait for the right moment and the right person, I would. I know, it sound cliché, but it wasn’t the right moment or the right person. She’s a sweetheart don’t get me wrong, but still… I regret it.” You hug him and rub his back.”

“I’m sorry, Jakey”, he lets you go and you miss already his warmth. “But would you do it with me?”

He blushes and shrugs. “It’s… yeah, I would, but only when you’re ready, no rush.”

“I want it with you, when I don’t know but I want it.”

Two days later, your brother is out, and Jake comes around.

“He’s not here you know.”, you tell him.

“Yes, I know, but can I spend time with my other best friend?”. You blush and nod, letting him enter the house. “Plus, we have a tv show to continue and I’m dying to know what happens.”

You’re in your room, on your bed and he’s spooning you, looking at the tv. You both try to focus on the tv show, but both are thinking of something different.

“jake?”

“Mmmh?”

“When do you know it’s the right time?”. He holds you closer to him and kisses your cheek.

“I’ve been thinking about it since we talked about it again.” He strokes your side, you shirt exposing some of your skin and he rubs circles on it with his thumb.

“Me too, keep thinking about it. I want it with you, Jake.” He kisses your neck, passing his hand under your shirt.

“I want more”, he murmurs. “I want you, this not a one-time thing. We already make out, always teasing the other. You’re not only my best friend…” You can feel him blush, he’s warmer than usual and his confession make you smile. You’re happy.

“I want more too, you’re not only my best friend either, Jake.” You turn to face him and he’s smiling, a sheepish smile, a goofy smile. “And I want to kiss you again, now.” He nods and complies, leaning in to brush his lips with yours.

“No rush, okay?”. You nod and kiss him softly, but it escalated quickly. And the kiss becomes more passionate.

You hold the back of his head, a leg on his hip and he holds you close, his hands stroking your hair and body. It’s clash of tongue and teeth, soft moans, and slow rocking of your hips and his. He rolls to have you under him, and he breaks the kiss, panting and looking at you, lovingly.

“You sure?”

“Yes, please, I want you, I want it with you” you tug on his shirt, and he takes it off, doing the same with yours and he kisses down your chest, you shudder and stroke his hair, taking off his glasses. Then the rest of your clothes disappear and you both naked. You’re afraid to look down, but he’s not, he’s admiring every inch of you and that make you blush.

“You’re beautiful, so pretty…fuck, I love you since…I don’t know forever?”

You giggle and feather touch his chest, making him shivers. “I love you too, love you for a long time, but realised it just a few months back.” He smiles and caresses your skin too.

“Yeah, same…two idiots in love, like in your books?”. You laugh and nod.

“Like in my books, and you’re my brother best friend.”

“Nice trope”, you laugh more and gasp when his right hand goes further on your lower belly. Jake stops moving and looks at you. “Can I touch you there, honey? Can I make you feel good?”

“Yes, please”, he starts to rub your clit, and folds and you moans quietly, it’s nothing compared to you.

“Ever touch you there?”, you nod, and he smiles. “Did someone else touch you there?”, you shake your head. “I’m honoured.” You shake your head and giggles.

He kisses you again, a finger teasing your hole and you arch your back. The same finger push in and you moan louder, the sensation being very different to your solo experiences. You take a deep breath and let your hands discover his body too. You gasp when your hand touches his dick. “you’re big.” Jake laughs and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“We will make it fit”, this time you laugh too.

“Oh my god, Jake, that’s…this sentence works in real life, not only in books?” It helps you relax, and you hold his cock, stroking him lightly, he moans, and this is a sound you love immediately. Jake adds another finger, and you hiss, then moan…the pain turning into pleasure. He grabs a condom and rolls it.

“Do you feel ready? We can stop for now, no pressure”. You think, but you want more, you want to feel him inside you.

“I’m ready, go slow.” He smiles and aligns himself and slowly pushes in, you look into his eyes, and he does the same, looking for any frowns or discomfort, but he finds none, you smile at him, your eyes are fluttering from the new sensation, and you hold his arms. You look utterly beautiful, and he feels like his real first time. He never told anyone, but he never had sex again after the disaster that was, he’s first time.

He bottoms out and you moan. “Deep breath, honey, I’m in, you tell me when you want me to move.” You nod and smile, craning your neck to kiss him. He leans in and kisses you softly, then passionately but tenderly and you clench around him, surprising you both. “You like when I kiss you like that?”, pants Jake.

“Yes, I love it. You can move, jakey. Need you to move”, he nods and starts to thrust, you hold his biceps tighter and arch your back. “Yes, oh my god”, you moan.

Jake pants and groans, trying to hold back, not wanting to hurt you. You catch on it when he thrusts harder and realises you like that. “Jake, you can go harder, it’s okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, fuck me harder.” You don’t have to ask him more, he sits up and little and starts to thrust harder, your breasts bouncing and from there, Jake is almost feral and you love it. Gosh, you love it, you moan, clench and wraps your legs around in narrow wait, your hands stroking his back , hair and neck, bringing him down to kiss you.  

“shit, I’m gonna cum, baby.” That makes you moan even louder.

“Come for me Jake, please, baby.” He tries to hold it as much as he can but he cums a few minutes after, you don’t but you can only smile.

“I’m gonna make you cum.” He states, he pulls out gently and replaces his cock with two fingers and he fingers fuck you hard and fast, you hold onto him and closes your legs when your orgasm hits you.

You pant as much as he does and you can stop your smile, he mirrors you and kisses you.

“I will say that this…this is my first time”, murmurs Jake in your neck. You hold him close.

“Okay, jakey, but ehm…are we boyfriend and girlfriend now or just fuck buddies?”.  He holds your face and looks at your seriously.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”, you giggle, smile and nod.

“Now we must tell my brother.” Jake blushes. “What?”-

“Well, he kind of knows that I love you already…he was just waiting for me to have the balls to confess…so I think it’s not going to be like in your books, with scream and a big fight.”

You smile and kiss him. “That’s even better than in my books.”

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Help me choose!

I have recently begun my journey in writing a romance novel about an idea I’m obsessed with. But I am a visual person and I need a faceclaim for my love interest. I’d love to hear y’alls opinion! Who do you think is a better fit(or who’s hotter)? Here’s a bit about our love interest, Marc Goldfine.

“Marc is an accountant turned restaurateur via an untimely inheritance. When his favorite person in the world, his uncle Frank, passed; suddenly, Marc was a wealthy man with a promise to keep: to open the restaurant of his uncle’s dreams. So he left his job and went into the restaurant business with his uncle’s husband; opening Frenchie’s Bistro, based on Frank’s love of french food and the character Frenchie from Grease. But everyday since Marc began this journey, he became even more of a hermit than before. If he wasn’t at the restaurant, he was at the famer’s market making orders for the restaurant. If he wasn’t at the farmer’s market, he was at home answering emails about the restaurant. And yet it is only his cool older sister who can disrupt his workaholic lifestyle with a simple night on the town. Who would have thought a simple burlesque show could change your life?”

@chaneajoyyy @tgigoldie @muse-of-mbaku @ghostfacekill-monger

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Willing or Not

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Paris, France. The Louvre. A handsome stranger saving you. It was worthy of a romance novel.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY DARK!FIC!, con then dubcon (implied drugging/ implied forced captivity), mentions of marriage failures, explicit smut, loss of virginity, some light praise kink, corruption kink if you squint, mostly fluff tbh

A/N: Dedicated to @awesomerextyphoon who succeeded in luring me with fluffy smut plot with a dark undertone. I hope I did your idea some justice. Enjoy! Not edited. Not beta’ed. All mistakes are mine.

Full Masterlist

Paris, France was the immediate choice for you in your journey to finally taking control of your own life. You had been terribly sheltered from childhood, being an only child to your parents who struggled for years to have children. You were their precious baby girl. You never truly had a problem with it, raised to be grateful for whatever you were given and to follow the wisdom of your elders. You always believed that they had your best interest at heart. Even as you missed out on things your peers were experiencing, you didn’t mind.

You were driven to and from school until your university days, your father bidding you a good day and to be safe before driving off to work. Field Trips and sleepovers were the same, only if your mother was friends with their parents. Dates were few and far between where you were allowed but with a chaperone, your parents both telling you at the end that he wasn’t good enough for you. You still lived in your parent’s house even as you started your own career. This just felt natural for you.

You didn’t mind.

You didn’t actually feel like you had missed out. Your priority was always to make them proud. That was the truth until the divorce. Your parents divorced, to you, rather suddenly a few years after you had finished school. It was heartbreaking for you seeing two of the most important people in your life tear each other apart during the proceedings. You didn’t see it coming. They had wrapped you so tightly in bubble wrap and encased you in a glass cage that you hadn’t noticed any of the signs.

Your concern for your parents though was overshadowed when they started negotiating about custody of you. You were shocked to say the least. You were not a child. You were very much an adult. Hearing them talk about you almost as if you were property nauseated you; from who you would live with, visiting agreements, holidays, your bank accounts, your career path. Who were these people? They didn’t sound like your doting parents.

The most sobering was when they talked about your future marriage, specifically who would decide on the man you were to marry. You realize that you weren’t on the list of options in making that decision. A belated rush of rebellion then consumed you.

You snapped.

You distanced yourself from your parents, needing the space to be able to reassess your life. You moved out the following month and in the next you were already booked for the solo vacation of your dreams in the most romantic city in the world. Paris was perfect. You were intent on experiencing everything you had been deprived of during your two-month long stay.

It was during week 2 that you met Andy Barber.

It was your first time in the Louvre and you were understandably over enthusiastic. It came to a point that one of the guards was scolding you now. In French of course. You didn’t understand a single thing he said particularly since he was talking so fast and gesturing wildly. The way his voice was rising made your whole face burn with embarrassment, your head lowered and your eyes averted. Your palms felt sweaty as you fidgeted with the strap of your bag, willing the ground to just swallow you up or for anyone to save you from this mortification.

“There you are, honey,” a low melodic voice came up from behind you accompanied with a large warm hand on the small of your back.

You turned your head to look up at the man who had sidled up beside you, prepared to scream if he was a creep but thoroughly unprepared for how unnervingly attractive he was. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly, his gentle smile down at you had you melting.

He turned to the guard then and spoke in the local language to him. He was fluent despite his thick Boston accent giving him away as a foreigner. You weren’t paying attention to what was being said, too mesmerized by the charm oozing out of your knight in shining armor. You couldn’t tell whether he pulled you in closer or it was you who leaned closer into his touch until you were snug against his side. Either way you happily basked in the warmth and protection he readily offered.

He suddenly turned to you with that same soft expression, waking you from your daydream. The guard had already long left. You moved to jump away from him as you realized how you were practically clinging to an absolute stranger, but the hand on your back kept you in place. Rather, it pressed you closer.

“You alright, Miss?” he asked and all you could do was nod. “Good. I had to lie and tell the guard we’re together so you might want to stick by me for a while. Come on.”

You didn’t fight it when he guided you around the museum, giving you little snippets of trivia about the pieces. You thought that he belonged there; intelligent, charismatic, authoritative, and with beauty that rivaled the art pieces. You didn’t fight it when his arm moved to settle on the curve of your hips, keeping you pressed against him. There was a strength in him that was reassuring and invited you to take refuge under it. You didn’t fight it when he told you he would take you to this little bistro two blocks from there that had the best Quiche Lorraine. 

You felt like you were in a romantic movie or a meet cute imagine from one of your favorite fanfics. It was a moment of serendipity that brought you together in a foreign country at the oddest of circumstances. That was only the first of many dates. Andy insisted on taking you out every single day during your stay. He took you to many more of the little haunts he had discovered during his years of living in the city. He showed you the best places to take pictures and strolled down the most scenic walkways with you. All the while holding your hand, kissing your cheek, and affectionately watching you enjoy yourself.

He was an absolute prince.

He was so perfect and the whole thing felt like one of your beloved romance novels, books you had hidden under your clothes for fear of your mother saying they were improper. They were your guilty pleasure, a way to live and love without actually experiencing it. Now though you could say that you’ve experienced a whirlwind romance and it was beautiful.

A week before your return flight, you felt the urge for more. He was always a gentleman, but after the fifth date you started to feel his touch burn you differently. You felt his gaze and wished they would narrow with desire. You began wishing the usual kiss to your cheek would go lower, wanting to feel his beard against more sensitive skin. The fact that your stay was coming to an end emboldened you. The fact that you were trying to grab life by the horns propelled you to slot your lips against his when he leaned in for the usual chaste peck before dropping you off.

You panicked when you felt like he wasn’t reacting and moved to step away. This was a mistake. You shouldn’t have been so rash. He was probably just being indulgent of you, taking pity on a naïve girl on her first trip alone. God, you were so embarrassed.

All your doubts were pushed aside when his arms came around you and lifted you slightly off the ground to mold your whole body to his. His mouth coaxed your own to open as he deepened the kiss, groaning when you sighed into it. You wound your arms up his shoulders and your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue insisted on tasting you thoroughly. You both pulled away breathless much later. Damn, your prince could kiss.

“Do you wanna come up for some coffee?” Your words came out as barely a whisper, so unsure and scared of him possibly rejecting you. You both knew you actually didn’t mean coffee.

Andy cupped the back of your head to force your eyes to his and pecked the tip of your nose to calm you. “Are you absolutely sure, honey?”

You saw it in his eyes then that he wanted you, but he was letting it be your choice. For someone who has just realized that you’ve had very little choice in your life so far, it was both thrilling and comforting. 

“Yes.”

Andy wasted no time after that, practically dragging you into your temporary apartment while keeping his mouth and hands on any part of you he could reach. You tasted so good. You felt so good. He has only had a small taste and already he was addicted to you. He thanked whatever force pulled him to the museum that day that led him to meet you, such a sweet innocent girl in need of a savior. You immediately had him and you hadn’t even met his eyes at that point yet.

He’s wanted you since that first day, wanted all of you, but he didn’t want to scare you away. You were so perfect and so beautiful that he didn’t want to waste his shot. He knew already that you were the one. You were his second chance. Now that he had you in his arms, he never wanted to know the feeling of you not in them.

Now naked on the bed beneath him, he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire you. All the sights and art in the city couldn’t compare to how utterly enthralling you were. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumbs smoothing circles on your skin. It slid down your neck to the curve of your breast, gently rolling a hardened nub between his fingers. Goosebumps tickled your skin. Lower still it ventured from your waist to your stomach and your hips, relishing the feel of your skin against his. He smiled when you started to whimper. When it reached your thigh the grip got tighter and you gasped as he got closer to your now weeping core. Looking back up at you, he frowned when your arms moved to cover yourself and you chewed on your lip nervously.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, hoping you hadn’t changed your mind. He didn’t know what he would do with himself if you changed your mind.

“I haven’t done this before,” you muttered shyly.

A virgin.

His already raging hard on twitched at your admission. This would be your first time with any man and you had chosen him. You had chosen him to entrust your purity to. No other man has had this privilege and he was going to make sure no one else ever would. He swooped in to capture your lips in a heated kiss and forced your arms up over your head as he ground his cock against your thigh.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he grunted against your lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good, honey. Please tell me you’re on the pill. I need to feel you.”

All you could do was nod. Words had seemed to escape you at this point and you were more than happy to just surrender yourself to him. He pulled lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth before trailing sloppy kisses down your neck that had you dizzy. When he sucked and bit just below your ear you moaned and your hips started to move on its own, searching for friction. He hummed in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

He lapped at your breasts, squeezing one in his large hand and sucking the pert tip into his mouth. Your back arched in shock, the sensation shocking you. He grew impatient, wanting to hear more of your pleasured ones and he knew just what to do to pull them out of you.

He nipped at the inside of your thighs, his tongue swirling on your skin. Closer. Closer. Closer to your throbbing core. You jolted when he blew on your bud and you felt yourself drip. You felt so embarrassed at having him look at you right there, but at the same time it just made you feel more aroused.

“You’re so beautiful, honey. Can I have a taste?”

He didn’t actually wait for an answer. The moment he actually closed his mouth on your sex, you felt like you were going to go insane with the pleasure. Each flick of his tongue sent jolts of electricity through you, leaving you panting and moaning his name. He groaned into your heat, praising you for tasting and sounding so good for him. When he slid a finger inside and then another, your hips were beginning to move erratically and his strong arm over you was the only thing keeping you in place.

You felt something build up inside you and the only reason you had any inkling of what it was because of your romance novels. The authors had described this coil that wound tighter and tighter until it snapped. It didn’t describe how torturous the build up was and that it would have you gripping his hair to pull him closer, begging him to grant you your release.

Andy loved how innocently responsive you were, as if you were just following whatever your body told you. He sucked your clit into his mouth and sped up his fingers. He felt you tightening and he just knew you were going to feel like heaven around his cock. A particularly hard suck brought you tumbling over the edge and he moaned as your taste flooded his mouth.

You were still trying to recover from your first orgasm, breathing ragged and eyes still unfocused, when he came up with his beard wet with your cum and a smug smirk on his face. He kissed you then, shocking you at first. He didn’t give you time to really think about how you tasted like on his tongue because he had already slotted himself between your spread thighs and was rubbing the head of his cock along your slippery folds. You shuddered and threw your head back.

“You ready, honey? It’s going to hurt for just a bit,” he whispered.

“Yes. I want this. I want you, Andy,” you said as firmly as you could, making a point to look into his eyes.

He smiled at you and kissed you again, this time much softer as he slowly slid into your heat. You tore your lips away as the burning stretch caused you to gasp and instinctively tighten around him. He shushed you gently, stroking your hair as he fully sheathed himself in you with a low groan. You felt like absolute heaven and he was struggling to hold himself back from pounding into you.

“You’re doing so good, honey. Just relax. Just breathe for me.”

Gradually, he began to move in and out of you. With each slow stroke you could feel every ridge and curve of his cock and it was feeding that fire inside you. He whispered praise into your ear, telling you how tight you were and how good you felt. That paired with his low voice in your ear and the way he rolled his hips was quickly making you delirious with bliss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered.

The pain had long subsided and all you felt was the need to have him closer. Have him move faster. Have him harder. You squirmed and moaned, making him chuckle a bit at your eagerness. He answered your silent plea, already attuned to your body. He increased his pace, carefully keeping his eyes on you for any sign of discomfort.

“More.”

God, you were perfect.

He hooked your leg up on his shoulders, the new angle making you both groan at how deep he was hitting you. One hand held the back of your head to keep your eyes on him while the other reached between you to rub at your clit. He pounded into you, his breath mixing with yours and your moans working a symphony. The sight of you slowly unraveling beneath him was enough to make Andy cum, but he held back. He wanted the reward of feeling you gush around his cock.

“Cum for me, honey. Cum around my cock please.”

Finally you shut your eyes, the sensations that racked your body too overwhelming for you to keep them open. You keened and he swallowed it with a kiss as he continued to rail into your shaking body. He chased his own release, the squelching noises with each thrust erotic to his ears. He emptied himself into you with a long low grunt.

It was a long time that you stayed in the same position, catching your breath and laughing as you stole kisses. He rolled to his side and took you with him, tucking you underneath his chin and wrapping his arms around you. You sighed in contentment.

“How are you feeling?”

“Incredible,” you admitted.

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Good. You can use the bathroom first if you like. You wanna watch a movie and have some wine?”

“That sounds lovely. Will you stay the night?” you asked reluctantly.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“I wanna stay too,” he said, lifting your leg up to his hip and grinding on you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Several more kisses were shared between you before he released you. In the bathroom, you couldn’t help but giddily smile to yourself despite the ache between your legs. You couldn’t have chosen a better man to give yourself to and you suspect that he might have already ruined you for other men.

Andy wrapped his lower half in a spare blanket as he made his way into your kitchen, not finding any difficulty in locating your wine and some glasses. He pulled out some snacks too. As he was setting it on the living room table, he caught sight of some papers on the side table. He picked it up out of curiosity.

It was your plane ticket home.

Realization sunk in for Andy then. You didn’t cancel your return flight. You were going to leave him next week. After all that time you spent together, you were still going to leave him. He saw a future with you, had actually began planning it out. Andy was in love with you and he thought that you felt the same way. This first time you spent together only solidified in his mind that you were the one for him.

He didn’t want anyone else.

Andy sighed as he walked back silently to the room to reach for the small vial of white powder in his jacket pocket. He pulled it out and toyed with it in his hand as he stared at the closed bathroom door, the sound of a shower running clear from behind it. He really wished that he didn’t have to go this route, but you left him no choice. He couldn’t let you walk away. You were his now.

Willing or not.

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A/N: Am I doing a sequel to this? Maybe. I have some ideas. I could be tempted into doing it.

EDIT: There is now a sequel.

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[lilacmeadows]

The Next Step

Alright guys! This is my first one shot and it’s just pure smut with a little plot. Reader taking Steve’s Innocence because something about Steve being a virgin turns me tf ON! (lol the gif- what i would do to be spraying his chest with water for that scene omfg)

STEVE X READER

WARNINGS: Explicit language,Switch!Steve, slight dom!reader, SMUT, Oral (m receiving), Steve looses his virginity, Premature Ejaculation (but he’s a super soldier so he can do this all day), DIRTY TALK, Slight daddy kink, multiple orgasms (m receiving), the team hears them and makes fun of them a little. Just taking care of Stevie in the best way.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

You and Steve were dating for 3 months now. You had a thing for him for a while, and you could tell he liked you too. It started when you first arrived at the compound. He would be sitting in the kitchen with the guys for breakfast, and as soon as he saw you in your spandex shorts and baggy t-shirt that didn’t cover your ass, he wanted you. Sam would make jokes about how he can’t even finish a conversation if you walk into the room.

And when you wore just a sports bra and leggings to train, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You would be on the treadmill, or lifting weights, meanwhile Bucky would be absolutely kicking Steve’s ass because he’s not remotely paying attention to their sparing match. How could he when your ass was all round, and he could see the sweat roll down your back?

Finally on a mission, you and him were on the same side of the building, and you stabbed a Hydra loser before he was able to shoot Steve in the back while he was busy fighting another asshole. You totally saved his ass. And that night when you were all back at the compound, he asked you on your first date.

Everything since then had gone really well. He was always such a gentleman. Maybe too much of a gentleman. He would always keep you well fed and entertained, and he adored quiet days where he could just sit in your company with his head in your lap while you stroked his hair. But that was about all the intimacy you got. There were kisses of course. But they never lead to anything considering he’d hardly even use tongue. If Natasha was his first kiss this century, you were definitely his second. His hands would always stay firmly on your neck or shoulders when he kissed you, and he never spent the night in your room or cuddled with you from behind.

It honestly was starting to get to you. After 3 months, it really seems like Steve isn’t attracted to you at all, even though he calls you beautiful all the time. And to make matters worse, the whole team thinks you’re having hot sex all the time, and you can’t deny it because your boyfriend asked if the two of you could keep what you do and don’t do private.

So there you were, sexually frustrated. As per freakin’ usual. And absolutely tired of it. You decided you’re going to sleep with your sexy goddamn boyfriend or at least make some type of progress, or this wasn’t gonna work.

You texted Steve 10 minutes ago to come to your room to watch a movie, and he took his sweet time before he finally walked in- sweatpants hung low on his hips and sinful white v neck that was at least 2 sizes too small.

It’s like he does this shit on purpose.

He joined you on your bed and gave you just a side hug as a greeting and that’s what made you snap. As badly as you wanted to start the movie and slowly ease your way closer to him, until you could rub up against him and finally get some passion going, that plan was out of the window.

“Steve. Are you attracted to me?” He raised both of his eyebrows in shock at the question.

“Of course I’m attracted to you, Y/n. You’re the most beautiful girl I know.” He said with a reassuring smile that, although genuine, wasn’t enough.

“So why won’t you have sex with me?”

“You want to have sex?” He gulped, as if it’s so hard to believe.

“Of course I want to have sex. It doesn’t even have to be sex. But something. We haven’t even made out or anything. I saw you shirtless more before we even got together.” You said, not trying to push him too far, but expressing your desire to be close to him, phsyically.

“Y/n.” He sighed, and leaned away from you with both elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m not attracted to you. I am so, so, attracted to you, it hurts sometimes. And I want to... do... that... with you, but I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Baby, how could you ever disappoint me?” You leaned in closer to touch his shoulder, watching him tense under your touch. It hurt to see him like this- so closed off from you.

“I don’t have any... experience. With these kinds of things. And you make me more than a little nervous” He admitted sheepishly, not meeting your eyes as he continued. “I’ve only had a handful of kisses, and according to Nat, I’m not very good. I don’t want you to sleep with me and think of me as a loser with super soldier serum.” Hearing him think of himself so lowly made your heart ache. You’d do anything to prove him wrong.

“Stevie, I’d never think that of you. Like everything, sex takes practice... and a good teacher. And I’m more than willing to put in the tutoring hours.” You joked, making him chuckle a little bit and relax his shoulder under your hand. “We can take things as slow as you want.” You said, backing up from him to start the movie.

You and Steve had been watching all your favorite movies in your free time to get him caught up. You got to about 15 minutes into Pulp Fiction when John Travolta was talking about eating a girl out, and you could see Steve getting tense out of the corner of your eye.

“I do want to.” He started, letting that sentence fragment hang in the air.

“Want to what, sweetie?” He blushed a little everytime you called him a pet name, which only made you do it more.

“Have sex with you. I just.” He moved to face you, the movie suddenly not important. “Can we go slow? I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/n.”

You nodded you head and sat a little closer to him, almost straddling him from the side.

“Yes baby. We can go as slow as you want. I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you started to nuzzle your face into his neck, finding his pulse and leaving a wet, open mouthed kiss. You heard him let out a deep exhale.

Putting your hand on his other shoulder, you kneeded the muscle a little before bringing your hand down to his pecs. Rubbing his chest with your hand in a sensual, but comforting, way. Your lips never left his neck, trailing small licks up his jaw, until you reached his ear.

“I’m gonna need you to tell me if you want me to stop okay.” He just nodded at you. “No baby, I need you to use your words. We’ll use colors okay? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go? You wanna try that baby?” He tried just nodding again. “Use your words, baby.”

“Ye- Yes. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go.” He said, looking at you for approval.

“Yes, Stevie. My Captain is so good for me.” You said as you continue rubbing across his chest, leaving a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth, before you leaned back slightly. You heard him let out a little moan at the use of his title and saw how his breathing was getting slightly labored. “I think we should just talk for a minute, hmm.” He looked at you, confused on why you’re stopping.

You laid him down on your pillow, and laid next to him, with one leg in between his. Half straddling him. You could feel his erection through his sweatpants and saw how his hands were in tight fists.

“I think you should just lay here for a minute, and let me tell you how wet I get for you. Hmm?” He looked up at you with lust blown eyes and moaned when you pulled his bottom lip into your mouth. “I get so turned on, when you first wake up in the morning, and come down to the kitchen. You hair is all messy, and I can tell you’re just a little bit hard. It’s so sexy, baby. And then you tell me good morning, and your voice is so deep and groggy. Mmm, does it for me everytime.” His hand moved up to your waist, eyes going from being squeezed shut, to looking at you longingly, and back to tightly shut.

“Y/n.” He moaned.

“What’s your color, baby?” You leaned closer to his face, urging him to open his eyes and look at you.

“Green.” He said.

“Good, baby. You’re such a good Captain for me, huh?” He groaned a little louder at that, so you decided to test a theory. “Or do you wanna be Daddy?” You said, then licked the shell of his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N.” His hips bucked up from the bed a little. Oh yeah, he liked that one. You decided to save that for another night.

“Color, Stevie?”

“Green, Y/n. Green, please.” He moaned again. Begging you to move faster, which is what you wanted him to do all along. You wanted to get him needy for you, so you could know he really wanted it.

You crawled over his lap, completely straddling him, and moved your hands down to his abs. You grinded down on him once, twice, and then just let your clothed core just sit on him. He moaned loudly then. The friction almost overwhelming for him.

“Can we take this off, Baby?” You said, putting your hands under his shirt hem. He nodded and helped you get it over his shoulders. “You’re so sexy for me Captain. I wanna kiss every inch of this chest.” You leaned down a bit more to give him a peck to the lips. “And I think I’m gonna do just that.”

You learned very quickly that Steve is vocal in bed. Loud moans and groans with every slight movement of your mouth on his collarbones or shift of your hips. You got to his left nipple and put it in your mouth- flicking it with your tongue and sucking gently.

“Oh, God, Y/N.” He bucked his hips into yours a little.

“I love hearing you come undone for me, baby.” You said as you move to his other nipple. You give every inch of his torso attention before you scoot back, in between his legs. You lay a hand over the large bulge in his pants where you can already see a wet patch forming.

“And you know what’s funny, baby?” His eyes are squeezed close, and he’s breathing so hard, you’re not sure he heard you. You apply a little more pressure on his weeping cock. “I said. Do you know what’s funny, baby?” He let out a choked sob at your tight hand rubbing his cock, even through the layers of his sweatpants and briefs.

“Wha-what’s funny, baby?” He got out in a deep whisper.

“You’ve been walking around here, for over 3 months, in these grey sweatpants.” You pushed your hands down to his balls. “And these tight ass T shirts.” Then you rubbed all the way from his clothed ballsack to where the wet patch is constantly growing. “Like a slut. And expect me to not wanna fuck you silly.” He came under your hands. What was once a wet patch has now spread to his entire crotch. His moans loud and breath coming in short gasps. He’d never cum that hard even by himself.

“Aww. Would you look at that. Captain came in his undies for me. I barely had to touch you, baby.” He reached out his hands for you. “How about we take these off, so I can clean you up.”

“Shit, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was about to cum, it happened so fast.” He said, thinking this is over.

“Language, baby.” You teased. “I’m just gonna see if I can get you all cleaned up.” You said, pulling his sweatpants down with this briefs and looking at all the creamy cum covering his underwear, cock, and tops of his thighs. He apologized profusely, cock slowly going soft. “Oh, Stevie. Look at the mess you made. Is all this delicious cum for me, sweetie?” He leaned in, on his elbows, to watch you lick up the cum from his cock, and scoop the cum out of his underwear. “You taste so good for me.” His cock was quickly going hard all over again to his surprise, even though you figured that would happen. He’s a super soldier, after all. “Do you want me to suck my Captain’s cock?” You said, and he nodded frantically at you. You put one of his hands in your hair, showing him how to take control of your head. “Like this, okay. You push my head down to make me go faster down your cock. It’s okay, baby. I can take it.” You said before you put the tip in your mouth and sucked it hard. He immediately let out a loud moan at the new feeling.

He did just what you said, pushing your head down, and pulling it back up. Deeper and deeper until his cock was at the back of your throat, and your nose was deep in his pubic hair. You flattened your tongue under his cock and rolled his balls around in your hands until you felt him cum deep in your throat.

“Fuck. Y/n, shit. It’s so good. Your mouth is so good, baby. Fuck.” He cursed and moaned as you let him fuck your mouth a little more. But this time his cock didn’t even soften. He was still hard, which worked great for you, because were getting more and more horny.

“Do you wanna keep going Captain?” You asked, taking off all of your clothes. His hands immediately reached out to feel your breasts in his hands. You moaned at the feeling. So sensitive from all the foreplay and lack of attention.

“Yes, baby, please? Can we?” He said, pulling you into his lap, moaning at the feeling of your wet folds rubbing his cock.

You took this opportunity to really kiss him for the first time that night, and it took your breath away. He bit your bottom lip before shoving is tongue in your mouth and completely dominating the kiss. It was so much different from any kiss you ever had with Steve. His hands touched everywhere on your body he could reach. He gripped your ass cheek tightly and you moaned loudly.

“I need you inside me, Captain.” You moaned as you slid your fingers down to your hole, trying to prepare yourself a little for the large intrusion. He watched you in awe as you touched yourself right on top of his cock and wondered how he was lucky enough to end up with somebody as sexy as you. He pushed his fingers up, alongside yours, to help stretch you open so he could absolutely ruin you. Then all of a sudden he let go of you.

“Wait. Fuck. Red, Y/n. We need to stop.” You got off of him in an instant and sat to the side. No matter how badly you wanted him inside you, you knew this doesn’t work without trust, and he trusted you to stop when he gave the color.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I move too fast? We can stop.” You said, out of breath. It broke his heart to feel like he was leaving you unsatisfied.

“I don’t have any condoms Y/N. We can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. But I can-“

“I’m on birth control, Steve.” You said, with a small smile on your face.

“Oh. Why? When did you start that?” He asked you. Still sitting on the bed, but not looking at you.

“About 3 months ago, after you asked me out. I wanted to be prepared for anytime you were ready.” And as soon as you finished talking, he was on top of you. Holding both of your hands up above your head, he kissed you as he nudged your legs open with his knees. He rubbed his cock along your dripping folds, bumping into your clit clumsily, making you moan.

“God, Steve please fuck me. I want it so bad. I wanna feel you, baby.” You cried out underneath him, and he entered you with one thrust. A little too quickly, making you hiss at the burn of his size stretching your walls.

“Shit sorry. Fuck. Y/n, you feel so goddamn good. Fuck. God, Fuck. And so- hggnnn- warm, shit. Baby, I’m about to cum-“ He kept chanting in your ear. His thrusts were sloppy and inconsistent, but he was so big, he was hitting every single spot inside of you- making you see stars. You were moaning as loud as he was. Not caring that your room was one of the closest to the common rooms or that the bed was hitting your wall loudly with each knock of his hips again yours. He let go of your hands to pull your thighs further up around his waist.

You felt him cum inside you with a shout that was loud enough to be a scream, and could hear the squelch of it mixing with your fluids in your pussy. He was gasping for air, and grabbing you tightly everywhere his hands could reach. He was moaning constantly and chanting your name like a song, but he never stopped thrusting.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me.” He said as he kept rocking into you, his hips developing more of an even pace after his 3rd orgasm. He shifted his hips slightly, and was at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot.

You put two of his fingers in your mouth and sucked on them, before you brought the hand down and used it to rub your clit. The added stimulation and him hitting your g-spot repeatedly had you clinching around him in no time. The feeling making him hit another peak as well.

“Fuck, Stevie, baby. I’m about to cum. Can you cum again for me, baby? Fill me up?” You said, trying to stretch this feeling as long as you could.

“Yeah, baby. I’m with you, y/n. Fuck.” He shouted again as he came. Your orgasm triggering his, and the feeling of his cum gushing out of you around his cock extending yours. “Goddamn.” He said as he laid down next to you- not pulling out, but just keeping you on top of him. The combined juices spilling out onto his abs, but he loved it. The whole room smelled like sex, and Steve was willing to bet the whole hall heard them.

“So, how was your first time?” You said, nervously looking into his eyes.

“It was absolutely amazing, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I don’t know why I waited that long, getting off in my hand, when I could’ve been having 4 orgasms a night with you.” He said, kissing you deeply.

“If you think you’re up for it, we could probably go for 5.” You said. Starting to sit up on his cock still inside you.

“Baby, I could do this all night.” He said, beginning to thrust up, until a loud knock at your door interrupted you.

“Like hell you can!” You heard Bucky’s voice from outside your door.

“Stop fucking like bunnies and go to sleep!” Sam joined in.

“I don’t know who told you the world was ending, but you don’t have to repopulate the entire earth in there!” Clint chimed in.

“You don’t even live here!” You yelled back at the door, giggling, while Steve looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him whole.

“And you two just made sure I’m never gonna. The whole compound smells like sex!”

“Oops.” You giggled, kissing your Captain deeply.

Tony was gonna have to sound proof your bedrooms.

~

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September 10th 2019

"The Sacrifice" and "The Ceremony" have been added to my Archive of Our Own page.

"The Sacrifice" is the one where Chris Evans helps you out when a group of Satanists are chasing you. Warning: non-con elements.

"The Ceremony" is the one where you have just joined the Church of Satan and you are the virgin. Chris Evans is dark. Warning: non-con elements.

It's supposed to be a mix of horror and comedy elements.

[evansbby]

director's cut

Pairing: dark!Chris Evans x naive!Reader

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, abuse of power, unbalanced power dynamics, oral (f receiving), mentions of anal, rpf, dark themes, age gap (Chris is in his early 40s, reader is in her early 20s), minors do not interact.

Summary: Chris Evans is one of Hollywood's top directors, with a taste for naive wannabe actresses like you. So what happens when you audition for one of his movies? Based on this ask.

You look like an angel. That’s the first thing that comes to Chris’ mind when he sees you. And every thought that follows gets steadily less innocuous: I wonder how old she is? and God, her ass looks amazing in those shorts and I bet she’s a virgin and She’d look so cute sucking my cock.

Amongst other things.

“Mr. Evans. It’s really nice to meet you.” You’re so shy, sticking out your tiny fucking hand for him to shake, blinking up at him so innocently from under those lashes. Chris can’t believe it. You’re the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen – and he’s been in show business for about twenty years now.

“Sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine.” Chris says, ignoring your hand and pulling you in for a hug. No, he doesn’t hug every single wannabe actress who comes in to audition for his movies – but you’re so fucking hot. And he loves how you squeak in surprise as he pulls your body flush against his, your breasts pressing against his chest in a way that makes him lick his lips.

“I– I’m a huge fan of all your movies, sir.” You say softly as Chris leads you into his office. Of course, not every wannabe actress has the luxury to do her audition in the director’s private office – but you’re different. Why should your audition take place in the studio downstairs where everyone else’s did? “Uh, sir? Why are we up here? Everyone before me auditioned downstairs with the other actors?”

Chris chuckles, “We hold the special auditions in my office, sweetheart. Only the ones we’re serious about get to come up here.”

He loves how your lips form the shape of an ‘o’, and he loves the excited look that glosses over your face. Innocent little thing, he thinks. He wonders what other lies h can feed to you and have you blindly believe. The possibilities seem endless as he locks the door of his office, turning around to see you shuffling nervously in the middle of the room.

He loves how you jump slightly when he grabs your hand, pulling you to the chaise longue in the corner of the room. And he loves how anxious you look when he pushes you to sit, planting himself down dangerously close next to you, knees touching and his arm around the back of the sofa behind you.

Chris gets right to the point. “Sweet girl, first thing’s first. This role is very demanding. There’re some nude scenes we gotta film. Are you okay with that?” And maybe he could’ve waited a bit longer before brazenly putting his hand on your bare thigh – but he can’t help it.

“I– Yes, sir. I’m aware of the nude scenes. I don’t have a problem with that at all.” You smile at him and he loves how you’re attempting to be confident, but he can feel the tremor in your tone. He also loves how you’re trying to ignore his hand on you, but he’s already seen you squeeze your legs together.

Fuck. He wants to bend you over right here and now.

“And there’s also some sex scenes.” His hand travels higher, squeezing your soft, silky flesh, loving how your breath hitches and you swallow harshly. God, Chris loves making sweet little girls like you feel uncomfortable. He loves his job, his fame and the abuse of power that comes with it.

“Y-Yeah, I’m cool with the sex scenes too.” You jump as he pinches your thigh lightly. And usually, Chris isn’t this forward when he’s seducing other starry-eyed hopefuls who audition for his movies. But you’re just too innocent, a perfect plaything – he can’t help it.

“Good, good. That’s very good, sweetie.” Chris murmurs softly, before slapping your thigh not-so-softly. “Well, get up then. Take your clothes off.”

You look horrified and he loves every second of it.

“T-Take my – what? What do you mean?”

“Sweetheart, have you never been to a proper audition before? We do this with all our actors. I gotta see if your body fits my movie’s aesthetic.” Twenty years in showbiz has made Chris quite the seamless liar, and you look up at him with innocent eyes.

“Oh. Okay. Sorry, sir. I didn’t know that – this is actually my first audition.”

Chris bets it is. You look like you moved out of whatever small town you’re from only yesterday. Bright, sparkling eyes, innocent smile – not yet shaded and jaded by the cruelty of Hollywood. Chris hates that he has to be the one to break that innocence.

Well, not really.

In a blink of an eye – you’re naked. In your excitement to impress him, you’ve even taken your bra and panties off without being asked. And Chris is so painfully fucking hard just looking at you. He can’t help but pull you into his lap as if you’re nothing more than a doll instead of an actual human being. And you sit so prettily on his knee, surprise etched on your face but you don’t dare voice your concerns.

Chris loves having that power over you.

“I gotta check if these are the right shape for the camera.” He lies again, large hands slipping up to fondle your breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh, pressing them together indecently, tweaking your nipples until they’re stiff peaks. He even brings his mouth down to suck, taking as much of your breast into your mouth as he can.

“Sir – oh – Sir, is this really… is this really necessary?” You ask, and he can tell you’re biting back your moans.

Chris releases your breast from his mouth with a pop, looking up at you with a serious expression, “Are you serious about being in my movie, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes! Of course, I am! I’m sorry!” You say quickly, regret washing over your features.

“That’s what I thought.” Chris goes back to ‘examining’ your breasts. “Your tits are beautiful, baby. The camera’s gonna love them.” He doesn’t mention how his personal office camera is currently loving your body very much – but when does he ever mention his office camera to anyone?

You glow at his praise, “Thank you, sir!”

“Call me daddy.” Chris says nonchalantly, fingers now slipping down and prying your legs apart.

“D-Daddy?” You’re so shocked at being asked to call him something like that, you don’t even notice your thighs being forced apart.

“Yeah, baby. Say: thank you, daddy, for considering me for this movie.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy, for considering me for this movie.” You say it automatically, and Chris almost groans at how submissive you sound, how innocent and adorable yet sexy. He can’t take it – how much further can he push you before you finally see what’s truly happening, slap him and leave?

“Good girl. Now lay down on your back for me baby, and keep those legs spread out. Daddy wants to check your little pussy.”

Your eyes widen, “B-But, you’re not gonna show my – down there in the movie, are you?”

He loves how you’re too innocent to even say the word ‘pussy’.

“No, baby. It’s a movie, not a porno. Now get on your back, don’t make me ask you again.”

Chris puts on his no-nonsense voice – the one he saves for when he’s on set in the director’s chair and bossing everyone around. And it does the trick – you’re lying down in record time, legs splayed open just like he asked. And your pussy’s practically gleaming with your wetness. He’s not even surprised.

“You’re wet.” He comments, gliding his pointer finger up your slit to gather your slickness – and causing your hips to convulse in the process.

“I’m sorry, daddy!” You cry, “It’s so unprofessional, I know it is! I just… I just can’t control it!”

“Of course, you can’t, sweet girl” Chris pretends to be disappointed, when actually he’s just getting off on the sick pleasure he feels as he spreads your puffy lips, examining the wetness seeping down your thighs and staining his couch, as well as your engorged clit.

“And that’s okay, babies like you tend to get turned on the moment a man in power shows them the tiniest bit of attention. Tell me, baby. Are you a virgin?”

Your face is a mixture of embarrassment, shame, bewilderment and lust – it’s a heady combination. Chris feels like his pants are about to burst at the seam. He already knows the answer to his question, but he wants to hear you confirm it.

“I – y-yeah, I am.” You say softly and between breathy pants, “I h-hope – oh fuck! – I hope that’s not a problem, daddy.”

Chris can’t help but dip his head down, licking his lips as he’s face to face with your leaking pussy. He can practically see your clit throbbing before his eyes, leaning forward to take the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking harshly and making you buck your hips up desperately, a loud moan and his name escaping past your lips.

He licks down your slit, moving his lips and tongue messily against your folds, up and down and in circles, his spit mixing with your wetness as he practically makes out with your pussy. Your little virgin pussy. Fuck. Chris can’t believe his luck. He hasn’t had a virgin in a long time – they’re hard to come by in the business he’s in.

“D-Daddy, oh fuck – it feels… Too much!” He can tell that even though he’s face first into your pussy, you’re still too shy to grab onto his hair and instead fist the material of the couch.

Chris smirks. I’ll show you too much.

Not a minute later, and he’s got you mauled up and riding his face, your wet cunt grinding over his mouth and beard in a way that tells him you’ve done this with your pillow before in the privacy of your bedroom. The thought makes him want to bust a nut right there.

Instead, he holds onto your hips, steadying you as he circles his tongue on your folds, loving how you cry and moan above him. He moves his hand to grope your ass, fingers gathering wetness from your leaky pussy and pushing up your puckered, smaller hole. You fall forward with a loud gasp, and he hums against your clit, the vibrations making you involuntarily grind down harder on his face.

“D-Daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

You’re such a slut, Chris thinks to himself, not even questioning how a man you’ve just met is currently knuckle-deep in your asshole. Fuck. He can’t wait to break you in.

You cum fast, squirting all over his face in record time that even Chris is impressed. Clearly, it’s the first time a man has ever touched you, excited you in such a way that you can’t help but come undone. And you’re moaning ‘daddy’ so prettily, over and over again and he knows anyone lurking outside his office can hear you.

He doesn’t care, though.

“That was good, wasn’t it, sweet girl?” Chris practically coos at you a few moments later, when he’s gathered up your boneless limbs and pulled you back into his lap. And he loves how you look up at him in wonder, already dumbed down considerably after your orgasm, glossy eyes zeroing in on your juices on his beard.

“Uh, y-yeah… Yeah, it was good.” You agree slowly, and Chris almost laughs out loud. Poor thing – you look so dazed and confused, still naked in his lap while he’s fully dressed in his three-piece suit.

“Thank me.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You say immediately, and the submissiveness of it all makes Chris so fucking hard – it’s a wonder he hasn’t busted a nut yet.

“I have something to tell you, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

He grabs your chin, bringing your face close to his. You look breathless, stunning – so fucking innocent and beautiful. He can’t get enough of you. But why should anyone else get to see you? No, you’re his – through and through. And he’s not done with you.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl, but I’m afraid you’re not right for the part.”

Your mouth drops open, a pained look spreading across your features, “Wh-What?”

“You heard me. You’re not gonna be in my movie, baby. You’re just not right for the role.”

He can’t believe the tears that already seem to be welling in your eyes, the look of hurt, confusion and distress evident in your face. You’re trying to be brave; he can tell with how you try to even out your breaths and not burst into tears. What a fucking baby, he thinks to himself – and he wishes you would cry, it would only make him harder.

“But I have other plans for you, sweet girl.”

You hiccup, “Y-You do?”

“Yes. Why don’t you come back to my place and we can discuss it there?” Chris begins playing with your breasts again, flicking your nipple with his thumb lightly until the peak is so hard, it looks like it’ll cut glass.

“Your place?”

Chris almost moans out loud at how dumb you’re being – repeating everything he’s saying to you because what seems to be your first real orgasm has somehow rendered you incapable of forming your own thoughts or speaking in complete sentences. He loves that.

“Yeah, baby. My place. We can discuss your future in the industry. I could help you out. You do want my help, don’t you?”

He watches your kitten tongue flick out and swipe over your bottom lip. God. Your lips. He needs them stretched out around his cock more than he needs to breathe at the moment. But he knows he has to go slow with you, lest he scare away the pretty little virgin who’s somehow ended up in his lap.

“Yes, yes I would love your help!” You practically beg.

“That’s my good girl. Now just stay put and look pretty on my lap while daddy watches the rest of the auditions. Then we’ll go back to my place and make some plans. Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s gonna make you a star.”

A/N | yes i realise this is very long for a drabble, but i couldn't stop myself lmao. please tell me what you think bc i love feedback hehehe.

[idkkkkkkk123lgb]

Chris evans (Professor) x reader

A bit of the moment i knew too for the birthday

7 days till my birthday.

Day 1

Profesor Evans was one of the most attractive people you'd see he was so naturally attractive that students would end up daydreaming and fighting over the first desk so they could just see him upclose i was sitting on the front desk per his request we were both in a 3 months relationship after class was over i went up to him

"Chris... I think i left my scarf at your sister's house did you see it there?" i jumped on the desk infront of him

"Yeah it's with me don't worry but i don't think I'm giving it back" he said smirking that smirk that made me weak

"You owe me a new one" i was holding back a giggle

"How about a drive instead?" he asked

"Fine since you asked so nicely" i hop off as both of us alone make our way to his car to not be suspicious before i get in his car and he also does on the other we were driving around getting lost autumn air making our hairs fly and a few leafs going inside through the wide open window as we were singing loudly there was magic in the car i felt so inlove i got a text from my mom telling me she's not home "chris?" i looked at him "yeah darling?" he almost ran a red light when he looked at me awaiting my answer "careful... Mom said she's not home you know she's been staying with me.. Wanna go to my house?" he agreed and we went there.. It was the night i lost my virginity to him.. Me 20 him 43..i had no regrets not then atleast.

We fell asleep right after but woke up in the middle of the night as we go find something to eat i open the fridge and suddenly you grab me to dance as i giggle loudly in the refrigerator light then we sit on the stairs planning a future for after i finish college talking about our pasts

Day 2

we were meeting up with your friends as they showed me pictures of you when you were a teenager in a small bed as i laughed while you blushed when you were taking me home we got into a fight and you got out of the car throwing the car keys to me after a while he calmed down and went back inside i was going to tell him today that i loved him but bit my tongue he found me curled in the passenger seat so he held me close to him

Day 3

The next day i went into class smiling at him and as always first row i was dying to tell everyone you were mine and to stop daydreaming about you.. You would leave me cause you kept us a secret afraid of reactions

Day 5 (sorry for the skip)

He was meeting my father my dad was against it at first but they were both dying of laughter over coffee as i sat next to him smiling at how well the interaction is going

Day 6

The day before my birthday we were once again with your friends except i was sitting awkwardly not understanding much or to be more specific no one including me so i was zoning out holding Chris's hand what broke me out of it was him dropping it as i frowned a little and then kept silent the whole way home when he asked me what's wrong i lashed out

"You dropped my fucking hand chris" i exclaimed angrily

"I didn't even notice are you this immature that you have to make a big deal over something i didn't notice? Are you for real right now?" i stormed out of the car going to my house as i watched him drive off from my window

Birthday

I was standing head to toe in Chris's favorite color all of his and my friends were here i knew we were a secret but this was my birthday.. And for his birthday i had a big party with everyone he loved.. My short off shoulder red dress that puffed out in the end bringing my curves out my dad next to me thinking it must be him each time the doorbell rings but every single time it wasn't him i was waiting for him the way he always comes in when we're alone

Flashback

"baby im right heree" he said happily

"Chrissss" i jumped on him like a koala hugging him tightly "missed you"

Instead i had no one to impress or kiss everyone standing around me singing the seat that was supposed to be yours empty tears were streaming down my face as i ran off

Day 8

We're over. You couldn't care less you mailed me back everything except that one scarf.. A sign of my innocence you took and the smell of me you couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it

You remembered it all too well

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Irresistible Tattoos...

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: You just cannot resist those goddamn tattoos of Chris.

Warnings: No warnings ig?

Note: English is my second language.

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You were leaning against the pantry door watching your husband Chris, making crepes. Your eyes wandered over his muscles and his chest as he was not wearing anything, Chris felt eyes on him and smirked knowing that it was none other than his beloved wife.

He turned his head with a small smile on his face and gestured you to come towards him. You went to him and pressed your lips on his cheek. 

‘See something you like love?’ he chuckled, flipping the Crepe on the pan. ‘Yes, something that I like very much’ you bit your lips resisting a smile. ‘I know that since our first time’ Chris winked at you which made you blush as you started to reminisce about the night when you lost your virginity to him. ‘After we did it, you kept on staring at my arms and when I asked you, you said, ‘I love them, I love you’ he giggled which made you giggle as well.

‘But right now, I’m staring at something else’ you sat on the counter looking at Chris in the eye. ‘And may I know what is it?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows.

‘Those goddamn tattoos of yours’ you said, coming close to Chris’ face.

‘Seems like you find them irresistible’ he pecked your nose, keeping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

‘Maybe, is the breakfast ready?’ you decided to tease him a little, ‘Well, it’s done but now, I want to have something else’ he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

‘Oh really?’ you smirked knowing exactly what he meant. 

‘Mhm..’ he hummed keeping you on the island and laying you down, but you sat up on your elbows. ‘just lay still and enjoy, my lady’ he said and went down, between your legs.

~~~

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[hertzwritings]

She calls me daddy

A/N: I COMPLETELY forgot about this masterpiece of an idea from @staysluttymyfriends97​, and it would be an absolute crime to not post it. I don’t make the rules. Anyway, Frat-boy!Steve Rogers makes me feel all the good, and I enjoy a cocky Steve, soooooo….

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit with whatever and whoever you want in there!

I love y’all, and hopefully, you’ll like this. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine) and my askbox and requests are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader, Nerd!Bucky (mentioned)

Contains: Language, Steve Rogers being a cocky dick, mentions of purity rings, smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (m recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, cum-shot, praise-kink, slight daddy-kink, slight dumbification, slight degradation-kink

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 She calls me daddy

“Seriously, do you need me there, or are you just acting like you do? You know I have finals next week, and I’ve been prepp…” Bucky glared at you, and you closed your mouth with a snap. “Listen to me. You’ve been prepping for one exam for a full month, now. You’re stressed as hell, you’re jumpy like a cat, who’s been strapped to fireworks, and I miss you.” He pouted and you groaned. “Stop that! You know I can’t handle your puppy-face.” “Please, Y/N, please? I promise, it’s going to be fun as hell, you enjoyed yourself the last time you were there!”

Bucky wasn’t wrong. You had enjoyed yourself, maybe even a little too much. Actually, you had enjoyed yourself way too much the last time you went to his frat house. And you did not want to face the consequences of your own actions.

Your actions being Steve.

Who had quite the rumor of “virgin-collecting”, which fell just in line with what you were when you entered the frat house the first time and left behind as well. Fucking Steve. “I don’t know, Buck…” You glanced at your feet. “Doll, listen to me, you need to actually enjoy your college-life. Don’t stay in here all the time. You’re getting musty.” Your eyes snapped to him, and you glared. “I am not getting musty.” He raised an eyebrow and you looked around in your one-bedroom apartment, realizing just how much you had been focused on exams. You sighed. “One drink. And if Steve gets close to me, I’m literally whacking his stupid, blonde head off his shoulders.” “Don’t you think it’s…” “I don’t, actually.” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what happened last time, and if you would just talk to me…” “Funnily enough, I don’t. Wait here, give me like… Thirty minutes to get ready. Max.” You didn’t wait for an answer, twirling on your heel to grab a black, strappy dress and your makeup, before slamming the bathroom-door behind you, trying to calm yourself and get ready at the same time. One drink. One.

  The frat house was packed when you arrived with Bucky next to you – he grinned toothily at you and led you inside, grabbing the first drink he could and handed it to you. “I’m going to try and find Sam!” He yelled over the bass. “I think Wanda and Nat is around here somewhere.” You nodded. “I’ll find them!” You yelled back. The music was full of heavy bass – which meant that either Vis or Tony had gotten a hold of the music, because it was currently playing Such a Whore, which you found extremely fitting, when you spotted Steve grinding against a sweating blonde, gyrating his hips. You scoffed and scanned the room, drinking your drink – it tasted vaguely of tequila – and finally spotted the two red-heads huddled in a corner.

“Nat! Wanda!” You yelled at them, and they looked up with wide smiles. “Oh my god, Y/N! I didn’t think I’d ever see you here, especially during exam-prep!” You shrugged and hugged Wanda, who beamed at you. Natasha tipped her red solo-cup at you. “Looking good, babes.” You smiled. “You shouldn’t be talking, look at you!” Nat shrugged with a pleased smile on her lips. She did look fucking fantastic, wearing black leather-pants and a tight tank-top in a blood-red color. “I have to tell you about this thing Vis did the other day!” Wanda pulled you to a chair, and began talking your ear off. You didn’t really pay attention to her, because Steve’s eyes were trained on you, while the blonde girl grinded against him, his face resting in a confused expression. You looked away from his blue eyes and re-entered the conversation. “…. I know, but it’s true! I haven’t seen Steve without somebody in his room in forever, and he’s been like… Almost…” Nat frowned and downed the rest of her drink. Of course, you would join back into the conversation with Steve headlining. “I don’t know, he's been demure, almost. It’s weird.” She pointed to your drink, which you swallowed quickly. “Yes, please.” She grabbed both you and Wanda’s cups before walking back to the kitchen, her hips swaying. It was like watching the red sea parting for her. “What’s up with Steve?” You asked, trying to sound overwhelmingly uninterested. Wanda lifted her eyebrows. “Did Bucky not tell you?” You shook your head. “He’s been very busy with Joaquin.” You nodded to where Bucky was currently tongue-deep into his boyfriend’s throat. “Holy… Wow, I did not need to see that.” Wanda laughed. “Well, it’s a little bit of a mystery, really. So, a few months ago, at the Halloween-party, remember that?” Vividly. You even lost your purity-ring somewhere in Steve’s room – not that it should matter, because the promise behind it didn’t anymore, but it was sentimental. You had gotten used to wearing it and felt naked without it. “Anyway, Steve went to his room at some point with a girl wearing this awesome Christine, you know from the phantom of the opera?” You nodded. Thank God, you had worn a mask. “Well, she wore that costume and a mask, and they went to his room, right? Well, she had disappeared in the morning, and Steve has been stone-cold girl-sober ever since. It’s been almost three months, but he keeps saying that it’s not that interesting anymore or something like that.” She glanced at him, and you followed her eyes; Steve was still on the dancefloor, but looked wholly annoyed at the blonde, who was currently dry humping his leg. “Want to know the weirdest part, other than the fact that nobody knows who the mystery heartbreaker is?” You scoffed.   “He can’t be brokenhearted over a one-night stand.” She lifted her perfect eyebrow. “I beg to differ. He came down the next morning asking about her, and he was wearing this ring, and I think she might’ve left it behind. Like, Steve doesn’t do jewelry, right, but now? He wears that ring on his pinky at all times. It doesn’t fit him at all, so it’s like almost at the tip of his finger, but still. Never takes it off.” You were seething. Asshole. One thing was being another notch in his virginity-belt, but it was something else entirely to flaunt it to everyone.

Maybe nobody knew who you were right now, but it wouldn’t take much to figure out. “I’ll be right back, Wanda.” You said through gritted teeth and caught Steve’s eyes when you stood from your seat, nodding towards the back of the house, where you knew his room was. He cocked an eyebrow at you and nodded once, nearly indiscernible, and began whispering something to the blonde. You didn’t wait to see her reaction, but walked with fast feet to his room, and went inside.

The memories flooded you, as soon as his scent hit your nose; your moans echoed in your head, his tongue had imprinted itself on your body, and it made you shiver. You shouldn’t think about that right now, because you were angry and just wanted your damn ring back. You were pacing the room, when he came in.

“Hiya, sweets.” You glared at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t sweets me. I want my ring back.” He glanced down at his hand and held it out in front of him with a smirk on his lips. “This ring?” You caught the silver shine of your ring on his pinky. He twisted it around and you huffed. “My ring, asshole. Do you really need proof that you fucked a virgin?” His eyebrows shot up. “That’s some hell of a mouth for a virgin.” You rolled your eyes and damned yourself to hell for your body’s reaction to his voice. You ignored the growing dampness in your underwear. “I was a virgin, not a fucking nun.” He chuckled darkly and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sound. “I didn’t want to be another notch, Steve, and I definitely don’t want to be a prized passion to remind yourself of your feat.” He twirled the ring again. “Who said you were a notch?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. The music was loud but muted slightly through the door and you could feel the bass in your entire body. “Literally half the campus.” “And that’s believable?” “Yes.” You cocked a brow at him and extended your hand. “My ring, please.” “At least you know how to ask nicely.” He hummed for a moment. “What’s in it for me, Y/N?” “Oh, my God, are you fucking kidding me?” You threw your arms out in frustration. “You need something in return for something you stole?” He chuckled again and leaned against the door. “Sweetheart, I didn’t steal anything. You left it here, and finders keepers and all that.” You laughed mirthlessly. “You’re actually a real piece of shit, you know that captain?” You knew it would get a rise out of him to call him that. He hated it. “Stop that, you know I hate it.” “Give me my ring.” “I don’t think I will.” He twirled it again. “It’s a nice reminder of the girl, who seemingly had the best time of her life with me.” You scoffed. “You really think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” He tilted his head. “Do enlighten me.” He grinned again and you wanted to remove his dick and make him choke on it. “You…” You glowered. “I don’t want to talk to you for longer than necessary, so can I please, just have my fucking ring back?” “No.” “What the fuck, Steve?” “No, what the fuck, Y/N?” He pushed off the door and stalked to you, towering over you. Your breath hitched. “You left in the middle of the night…” “It was six in the morning, but okay…” He ignored you. “Didn’t leave a number, not even a fucking thank you Steven for the most mindblowing night of my life, and you come back here and act all pissy with me, because I wear a ring, I found in my bedroom? You’ve got some nerve, you brat.” “I’m not a fucking brat. You’re an asshole, and I really am not in the mood be here, much less entertain this conversation with you.” He smiled predatorily at you and bent his head a little. “What? You got scared, little girl? After I fucked you stupid, you got scared that I’d what, brag about it to everyone? Let everyone know what a good, little whore you were?” You gaped at him. The fucking nerve. “And you come back here, act like a spoiled brat, can’t even look at me, and think I’m just, what, going to hand the fucking ring back over?” He yanked it free from his finger, and you saw the faint outline of it on his thick finger. “Here, take it. It wasn’t something I kept to show off, just FYI.” He looked slightly pained now. “I kept it, because it was the only thing, I had to remind me of you.” You scoffed and took the ring from him, ignoring your heart thudding wildly against your ribs. “Fuck you, Steve. You knew you could ask Bucky, Joaquin, Sam, Wanda or Nat and they’d probably give you my number. You could’ve asked around. You didn’t care, and you still don’t, because you never do. That’s at least what your previous conquests have said. Loudly, I might add.” You said, pushing the ring back on your finger.

It was funny, it felt almost foreign on you now.

“Oh, shut the hell up. You’d rather listen to girls, who spent a night in here than stay behind to get to know me? You’re stupider than I thought I made you.” He laughed angrily, his eyes burning holes into you. “I wanted to get to know you, Y/N, and you disappeared because you were scared and confused, and instead of handling it like a big girl, you ran off.” He frowned. “And here I thought you were a smart girl, Y/N.” He stood to his full height and gestured to the door. Tears were burning in your eyes as you strode to the door. “I didn’t tell anyone, you know. Just for the record, I easily could’ve, but I didn’t.” “Oh, so because you had opportunity to tell and didn’t, you’re commendable?” You asked, your back turned to him. You hated to admit it, but it did make you feel a little more at ease. He groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t say anything to you? You’re so damn defensive, it’s honestly heartbreaking.” “You’re a dick, Steve.” You turned to look at him and smiled at him with as much venom as you could. “Go find another hole to fill, you seem to do that very well.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because his eyes flared up and in a single stride, he was in front of you, pushing the door closed again and caged you with his arms. “Don’t you fucking try me, Y/N.” You glared at him. “I already did, thanks.” He growled and got close enough for you to feel the tip of his nose brush against yours. “You’re skating on thin ice, right now.” He glared at you, and you tried your best to not squirm, because his damn body this close to yours made you feel tingly. “Fuck you. I got what I wanted, so did you, clearly, so let’s leave it at that.” He didn’t like this. “Oh my God, Y/N!” he rolled his eyes. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, coming into my room and acting like I did you a disservice or some shit, because you decided to believe rumors.” His lips turned up in a dangerous smile and his eyes glinted. “You sure as hell didn’t have a problem with it at Halloween. My… Reputation.” You bit your lip. “Actually, you seemed pretty happy about the fucking reputation, because, and Ill quote you: That just means experience, which I need.” “Well…” “No, don’t try to get out of this one. In fact, I’m pretty sure that if I just slid my fingers down…” His fingers slid from the door to your waist, slowly sliding down to your absolute asshole of a pussy, who was – indeed – soaking through your underwear. He hissed when he felt it, and your hips bucked. “Hm. What do you have to say to that, Y/N?” you couldn’t say anything, not really, because his stupid fingers were rubbing circles on your clit through the damp fabric, and your brain was malfunctioning. “So quiet… Did I already make you so fucking dumb, huh? All you needed was my fingers?” You moaned when he pushed against your entrance through the fabric. “Tell me. You want this?” He asked, his lips grazing your neck. Fucking hell.

“Yes.” You mumbled. He snapped to face you again, pressing harder against you. “No, I need clear words, baby. Do you want this?” He asked again, now moving his fingers to the elastic of your panties, his fingers dipping inside. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” you said quickly, when his fingers found your clit. It was all he needed.

He growled and removed his fingers, lifted you from the ground and threw you back on his bed, before he descended hungrily on you. The kiss was angry and full of teeth and tongue, but fuck, it felt good. He groaned against you, pulling the elastic on your panties and letting it fall back with a snap. “Get these off.” You rolled your eyes but did it as soon as he stood up from the bed to remove his own clothing. You quickly removed your panties along with your dress, chest heaving, and your entire body shuddered at the look, he sent you. Steve climbed on the bed and kissed you again, his fingers finding their previous spot on your clit and dipping inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, and your back arched, allowing him to catch your nipple with his lips. “Fuck, it feels good to have my fingers in you again, baby…” He moaned around your nipple and sped up. How on earth, he managed to coax you to near an orgasm already, you didn’t understand, but you were barely breathing, and your legs shook. “Come on, baby, tell me…” His teeth tugged on your nipple, and you mewled. “Am I who you think about when you’re alone in bed… Touching yourself, huh?” He sped up and curled his fingers. “Y-yes… shit, yes…” You moaned. All pretense of being unaffected by him or not thinking about him was long gone. “Good girl… You want to cum?” He asked, licking wet trails on your breast. “Please…” You breathed it out, and in the same moment, he stilled. “Earn it.” Fuck him. “Wh-what?” you gasped, his fingers still in you and a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Earn it, baby. Apologize.” He kissed you again. “Tell me what you’ve thought of me doing to you, when you’re all alone, touching yourself like this…” He moved his fingers slowly and stopped in the same second as a stuttering moan fell from your lips. “Fuck you.” You mumbled. “Later.” He grinned. “Come now, kitten, speak up.” You groaned and caught his eyes; he was enjoying it. “I’m… Oh…” He twitched his fingers. “I’m s-sorry!” You cried. He moved slowly now, steadily drawing you nearer the edge again. “I’ve… Fuck… I-I’ve thought of you fucking me…” You said, and despite your haze of lust, you still felt your cheeks heat up. “I’ve imagined you fucking me so hard, I couldn’t walk…” “Oh, atta girl.” He mumbled, fingers moving faster now. “But… I-I couldn’t make myself, fucking shit, m-make myself cu-um…” You moaned loudly again. “Because my fingers weren’t enough… Please, S-Steve, I just want to…” “You can cum, pretty girl.” He sped up and attacked your nipple again, and you came undone; his fingers moved so fast and perfectly against every spot, that made you see stars, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back, even if you tried. You screamed as you came, grabbing his bare shoulders roughly, crescent moons indented in his skin form your nails, as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Good girl, look at you… making a mess of me, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Remember last time, baby?” You nodded and couldn’t help the smile on your lips. “Eager, huh? Come and get it, then.” He moved away from you and flopped down on his back, his large, veiny cock protruding from his body. You nearly drooled at the sight. “Make it nice and wet for me, baby…” He whispered. Yes, sir.

You slowly licked a long stripe along the underside of him, flattening your tongue as you reached a sensitive spot right under the head, and slowly sucked him into your mouth. He tensed up and hissed as you took more and more into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and allowed him deeper. When he hit the back of your throat, you bobbed your head slightly, getting a feel of him, your jaw already aching – he was big, but you were determined to impress. You knew you had some skill. You gagged around his length as you forced him deeper, spit drippling from your mouth to the bed, and he moaned, and his cock twitched in your throat. “Such a good fucking whore, huh, Y/N? Taking me so deeply… Shit…” He moaned again and your lips stretched into a smile around him, before you began moving for real this time – you picked up speed, now feeling pretty confident in the fact, that you weren’t going to throw up all over him, and he met your movements with small thrusts. “Baby… Fuck, you need to… ah… Baby girl, you n-need to stop, sweetheart… I don’t want to… Fuck…” his hand went to your hair and pulled you gently from his cock, and you let it go with a loud pop, his cock bouncing back against his stomach. “Did I do good, daddy?” you asked with wide eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re dangerous, baby.” He grinned, and pulled you to his side, turning your back to him. “You think it’s wet enough for you?” You moaned as a response. “Do you think you’ve earned it, baby?” He whispered, his lips ghosting against your shoulder. I swear to everything that’s real, Steve, if you don’t…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence, because he pushed slowly inside of you. You gasped and hissed at the stretch, although it wasn’t unwelcome. When he bottomed out, you both sighed. “It’s like you were fucking made for me…” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. You moaned. “Move, Steve…” You gasped. “Baby, I gotta let you adjust, or…” “Don’t. Just… Fucking take me.” You moaned, grabbing the hand that rested on your hip and dragged it to your chest, letting his fingers tug on your nipple. He moved and began dragging his cock against your walls – spooning you, he managed to get even deeper than you could’ve imagined him being and you rolled your hips to meet him. It was intimate, and way more than you thought him to be, but he buried his face in the crook of your neck and sped up, fingers intertwining with yours over your breast. “You feel fucking amazing… Fuck, I’ve dreamt of being inside of you since Halloween…” He groaned and slammed his cock inside of you, working faster and faster. You were shaking around him, your walls pulsing and dragging him further in. “You’re taking me so well, baby…” That did you in. you came with a shout, your body tensing up and your legs shaking, while he fucked you deeply; it felt as if you had been lit on fire, but you didn’t mind it at all. It almost hurt, but you wanted more from him – it was addictive. “Fuck, Steve!” You shouted his name, and he moved his hand from your chest to your mouth, holding you tightly as he fucked you with ferocity. “Shh, baby, you don’t want anyone to hear you get fucked like… ah… Fuck, by me, do you?” Honestly? You couldn’t give a rat’s ass right now. You’d let your pastor hear you, for all you cared, because you wanted everyone to know that he did this to you. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? You want people to hear you get fucked…” He pushed further inside of you, and you saw stars, mewling at the pressure. His speed was stuttering, his grip over your mouth tightening. “Fucked by me, huh? That nice, little, pretty… fucking hell… Girl, getting fucking split open by my cock?” He moaned in your ear, and you were barely hanging on by your fingernails at this point. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to…” He groaned and sped up. “one more, baby, one more for me… I need you to cum for me… I need to feel it, baby, please…” His fingers left your mouth and traveled to your clit, where he began rubbing determined circles on it, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “Ste-eve… Oh my god…” You whined and when he bit down on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, you lost control completely. You came with a shriek, your body tensing and toes curling, wetness gushing from you; your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, and the orgasm felt like it had shattered you, put you back together and tied you up with Steve.

“Fuck!” He grunted and pulled out of you, shooting hot spurts of cum on your hip and ass, painting you with white. You moaned at the feeling and his sweaty forehead fell back against your shoulder, as you both caught your breaths. “I’ll get you a towel, hang on.” “Mhm…” You didn’t have the capacity to answer, simply too blissed out. He left for what felt like a second with a damp towel and began cleaning you up. You turned to your back, when he threw the towel on the ground and settled next to you, drawing lazy circles on your stomach, goosebumps appearing, where his fingers traveled.

“You know, I, uh… I really didn’t want you to leave the last time.” He said slowly. You turned to face him and was surprised at the softness and shyness that graced his features. “I thought that was just your… M.O.” You replied, equally as soft. He shook his head and kissed your shoulder. “Maybe it used to be. I, uh, yeah… I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” He confessed. “What?” “Yeah. Ask Bucky, he’s about to explode with my Y/N this and Y/N that.” He chuckled. “I felt ridiculously lucky to have you in my bed that night, especially since it was a first for you… And when I woke up alone the next morning, I just… Yeah.” You could feel the disappointment seep from him and instantly felt guilty. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for you, too, you know.” You smiled. “I… I was scared. Your reputation does exceed you, Steve. I was sure I was going to be another virgin, you’d added to the collection, and when I saw you wear my ring…” “It’s a purity ring, right?” He asked. You nodded and slowly removed it from your finger. The music from the party had changed to a slow How can you mend a broken heart by Al Green, which seemed fitting for the moment, and you slid the ring back on Steve’s pinky. “We can make it a promise ring instead.” “Oh?” He looked down at it with the softest eyes, you had ever seen. It was like you had given him the most precious thing on earth. “Mhm. A promise that I won’t run out on you again, and that I wasn’t just another piece to your collection.” “I’ve never even been with a virgin before you.” Your eyes widened. “But… Julia said…” “Julia Becker?” He laughed and cupped your face, kissing your nose. “She’s just angry I didn’t want her. I promise you, my reputation is literally just rumors. I don’t want or need anyone else.” You sighed – an invisible weight had been lifted from your shoulders, a weight, you didn’t even know you carried around. “So… You want to stay here?” He asked, kissing you again. “What about the party?” “Fuck the party. I honestly don’t give a shit about it. I’ve got you, right?” He asked earnestly. “Yeah, you got me.”

 When you came into the kitchen the next morning, wearing Steve’s t-shirt (that fit you sort of like a dress, that giant man) and your hand secured in his, both of you smiling like idiots, Bucky and Sam both gaped at you, before Bucky hit Sam on the arm.

“I told you it was Y/N!” “But… She has taste, Buck. Steve is not taste, Steve is… Unsalted peanuts.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Fuck you too, Sam. Anybody making coffee, or does my girl have to go without her morning dose of brain-juice?” You grinned. “Y/N, have you been brainwashed?” Bucky asked with a sly grin. “Shut the fuck up, Barnes.” Steve grunted, but you could feel the pride rolling off of Steve as he pulled you tightly. “Seriously, does he have something on you to force you into this? Is he calling you something that you don’t want to get out?” Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Because I literally can’t understand what you are doing with that jerk.” Steve shrugged and winked at you. “Well, she calls me daddy, so…”

You both laughed at the boys gagging.

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