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about offices and feelings (3)

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader WC: 3.5k words Warning: Smut. Dirty talking. D/s dynamics. Unprotected sex. Body worship.

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There was almost a little angel and a little devil on each of Steve's shoulders as he followed you with his car.

His mother had raised him so much better than that. She would have smacked you right over the head if she even heard that he was going to have premarital sex with a woman who wasn't even his girlfriend yet, what kind of catholic was he supposed to be?!

On the other hand - and shoulder - Bucky would kill him if he found out he even thought of walking away from this chance, especially after he heard him speaking of you the way he did since you two had met.

And Steve really, really wanted you.

He could take you on a date tomorrow. If you let him stay over, he could get up early and make you two some nice breakfast, and then take you out to lunch.

There, now he had solved the "not dating" problem.

Did he have condoms?

Fuck, he didn't have condoms.

To be fair, he didn't even have reasons to carry around condoms.

Maybe you had them?

But fuck, the idea of fucking you raw and stuffing you with his seed...

It would be so irresponsible and he couldn't ever suggest it to you. What kind of man would do that?

He followed you into your building, parking right behind your car, and you looked way calmer than him when you met in the garage.

"I want to take you to lunch," he told you the moment you even looked at him. "Tomorrow."

You stopped, a bit surprised.

"Okay," you agreed. "Tomorrow?"

"Or dinner," he added. "Maybe both, and the two days in a row. I don't mind."

You smiled, surprised, almost laughing.

"I'd go anywhere with you."

Steve chuckled, relaxing.

"Lead the way," he asked you.

You took his hand, guiding him to the stairs, and he couldn't help the laugh that left his lips as you climbed up.

"No chance of another elevator breaking with us inside today," he joked.

You laughed with him.

"I don't think I'll ever get into an elevator without fearing it'll break again," you confessed, leaving his hand and digging for something in your bag. "Can I have your licence?"

He frowned, a bit confused, but grabbed his wallet and took it, offering it to you.

When you two stopped at the top, you took a picture and gave it back to him, typing something on your phone.

"If I end up dead or hurt, you got two lawyers and a very good tech dude who know where you work and your full name," you told him playfully. "Hope you don't mind."

He put it back in his wallet and pocket.

"Whatever keeps you alive," Steve shrugged.

You put your phone back and finally took your keys, and he stood quietly as you unlocked the door, waiting for an invitation to come in.

Your place wasn't big. He could see a small corridor, a kitchen that shared its space with the living room without making it too small, and two doors that he supposed were your bedroom and your bathroom. It was cozy, and it did have some personality.

He could see a few paintings hanging around and surrounded with pictures of you with other people, on occasions that seemed very important to you.

And he would love to ask you about them, the story behind them and who those people were, but he was there for a reason.

"Do you want to eat or drink anything?" you offered. "I have fruit snacks, tea, some actually really nice little-"

"You," he turned around quickly.

You looked at him, wide eyes and confused, and at least five inches shorter.

"I want to eat you," he decided simply.

You grinned loudly, and you simply dropped your shirt down.

Steve took one big step and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and kissing your lips, and this time it wasn't calm or sweet. Instead, Steve kissed you hungrily, the way he'd been wanting to do it for a long, long time.

He moved his hand to your hips, holding you and sighing into your lips at the soft feeling of your flesh in your hands.

Fuck, he wanted to kiss you all over, bite and worship your whole body.

He angled himself, and you pulled back from his lips.

"You don't have-" you tried to protest.

Steve didn't let you completely, and picked you right up.

He wished he could burn the way you gasped and held onto him right in his brain so that every time he did it he could remember how cute it sounded.

"Steve!" you squeezed his shoulders.

"The day I can't carry my woman to bed will be the day I know I'm not doing things right in the gym," he said simply.

And it wasn't even a struggle. Carrying you was way nicer than the weights he had to place around in the gym.

You let out a little giggle, hiding your face in his neck and clenching his middle with your delicious thighs, and he didn't even realise his slip-up - and maybe you hadn't either.

He walked the two of you over to your bedroom, holding you with a single hand on your back to open the door, and moved his lips receptively when you went back into kissing him, fingers reaching up to tangle themselves into his hair.

Steve sat down with you right over him, not even embarrassed by how hard his cock was already, using his hands to pull your clothes and push your skirt up at the same time, although frustrated when instead of finding your soft thighs under it, he was met with more fabric.

"Off," he mumbled, trying to tug on it, and you giggled into his lips.

He didn't want to let you go but did, and you stood up, adjusting your shirt as he watched you.

"Off," you parroted, moving your hand back and unzipping it.

Steve watched rather hungrily as it fell around your legs, he could see that you were wearing some kind of shorts underneath, which kept your undershirt tucked, and he waited patiently as you pushed it down, finally revealing your thighs, and they were jsut as beautiful as every bit of skin he had seen of you.

Impatience filled him as he watched you go, and he stood up on his feet, taking off his shirt and undershirt already, and when he got to look at you again, he stopped.

There you stood in front of him, in bra and panties.

They didn't quite match, the bra just looked very basic - black, fitting, with thick straps - and the panties were blue with flowers.

"Not that sexy," you giggled, looking a bit nervous. "I wasn't expecting anyone to see it."

Somehow, that made him even hornier.

Steve pushed his pants down without much patience, stepping out of them and pulling you again.

"You're so beautiful," he exhaled as you spread your thighs around him, caressing your warm skin from your knees to the roundness of your hips, and you gasped a little when his hand traced the line of your panties over your belly. "Wanna know what made me mad today?"

You shook your head, and he sought your lips again, kissing you as he moved down and down and down, until he found the gusset.

They were so modest, so professional, just like you. He wanted to make them drenched and messy.

He bit your lower lips when you gasped, and smirked as he looked for your clit.

"Steve" you panted, rubbing your nose over his.

Oh, you were all breathless already.

So pretty.

"That tight little skirt," he told you. "Could see lower your belly on it, all pretty... wanted to touch it, kiss it."

You closed your eyes, and he pushed his fingers a little, finding your entrance and circling it.

"I just wanted to spread you on the table and bite it," he hissed. "Almost couldn't concentrate on the meeting, could barely stop looking at you."

You whined in response, moving your hips, and he moved up to your clit, rubbing it in circles.

"Didn't know you even looked at me like that," you fell into his neck.

He chuckled, moving back, giving your lower lip a little lick.

"Would you let me, little miss?" he teased you. "Bite and kiss that belly that has been tempting me for days?"

The way you looked at him... oh, he wanted to take a picture to hang it.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I would."

Steve smiled, lifting you up and putting you on the bed.

He took one long look at your body ont he bed. Your big tits, the rolls of your belly, the thickness of your thighs.

Steve wished he could touch everything at once, kiss everything at once, bite everything at once. He could spend hours and hours worshipping even inch of delicious soft skin, exposed just for him.

But if he had his way, then he would have time.

You moved to the centre of the bed and he knelt in front of you, kissing your lips again before moving down. He kissed and bit and suck on your neck and jaw, moving his nose over your breasts, promising himself he would come back to them soon.

At last, he reached your belly, and was happy to move his hands to it, caressing your sides as he moved down and down, kissing the soft flesh.

Oh, he loved the idea of painting it with his cum, marking you. It would be beautiful.

Steve followed his objective, settling between your legs and slowly, very teasingly, pulling your panties down to the curve of your hips, uncovering your belly.

He kissed along the line it made on your skin, very carefully, so he was sure it wouldn't hurt you, still slow to try and pace himself, to savour everything.

Slowly, he ran his teeth over your skin, earning a little whimper, and ran his knuckle over the gusset of your panties, playing with you.

"Please," you pleaded breathlessly. "Steve. You said you were going to bite."

He laughed a little, lips still on your skin.

"Impatient much?" he teased you.

But you pouted.

"You said you'd been thinking about it the whole day," you retorted. "And now you got me thinking about it."

He laughed a little, and moved his lips down, down and down, and bit you right down your belly button, earning a gasp.

"Like this?" he hummed, moving his hands to hook his finger on the side of your panties, pulling just enough to ease a finger into your cunt.

He kissed along the line it made on your skin, very carefully so he was sure it wouldn't hurt you, still slow to try and pace himself, to savour everything.

Slowly, he ran his teeth over your skin, earning a little whimper, and ran his knuckle over the gusset of your panties, playing with you.

"Please," you pleaded breathlessly. "Steve. You said you were going to bite."

He laughed a little, lips still on your skin.

"Impatient much?" he teased you.

But you pouted.

"You said you'd been thinking about it the whole day," you retorted. "And now you got me thinking about it."

He laughed a little, and moved his lips down, down and down, and bit you right down your belly button, earning a gasp.

"Like this?" he hummed, moving his hands to hook his finger on the side of your panties, pulling just enough to ease a finger into your cunt.

And you were drenched.

Steve moaned into your skin as he bit you again, enjoying the feeling against his teeth, the softness and plushiness.

Yes. That, that was what he needed.

You moaned in a long exhale when he started fucking you with his finger, kissing, biting and sucking you. He wanted to mark, for you to remember him every time you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your walls squeezed around his finger when he caressed a special spot, and Steve looked up at your face, finding your lips parted and your eyes closed.

God, what a beauty.

He pushed a second finger as he left suck-and-bite love marks on your skin, licking whichever stretch mark he found from start to fish, every little skin mark, every little patch.

"Steve," you pleaded, sounding needy. "Please."

Steve kissed your skin gently.

"What do you need?"

You shuddered.

"Inside me," you spread your legs. "Want you to fill me up."

His cock throbbed as he pulled away, taking his finger from inside you, and sucked onto it happily before taking your panties and pulling them down your legs, moving away from the bed to take off what was left of his clothes - including his socks.

You sat up to watch him, taking off your bra, and Steve had the pleasure of seeing you licking your lips as the sight of him.

Oh, but he would fuck that smirk right off that beautiful face of yours.

He climbed back to the bed, kissing your lips briefly and moving right to your tits, his hands aching to squeeze them and see how much spilling from his hands there would be.

His thumbs caressed your nipples, finding them already hard and pointy, your tits spilling from the grip of his fingers as you whined adorably.

"Steve," you pushed your fingers into his hair. "Need you."

He spread your legs, taking his cock in his hand and stroking himself before setting himself in place, rubbing the head up and down your pussy, letting your wetness coat him.

The moment he pushed into you, both of you moaned.

Fuck, yes.

"Gonna take all of my cock, won't you, pretty miss?" he grunted. "All of that big cock in your wet cunt."

"Yes," you moaned, tossing your head back. "Give it to me, Steve. Want it all."

He reached up, pinching your nipple and twisting it, earning another beautiful sound from you.

He didn't know if he would be able to ever look at you and not think of those beautiful little sounds, little moans and mewls as he pushed into you, patience and nice, and you cunt swallowed him down.

Steve pulled back a little bit, careful, and pushed in again, fucking you slowly.

You were having none of it, though.

"Harder," you pleaded. "Steve!"

But he clicked his tongue.

"I don't want to hurt you," he insisted.

Still, you raised your legs, trying to wrap them around his waist, and he held them down firmly.

"No, little miss," he scowled, taking his sweet time. "You're gonna be good and take what you're given."

You whimpered beautifully, squeezing his cock a little more and he raised his eyebrows.

"Do you like it, little miss," he moved a little more, fucking you slowly. "When I'm all bossy with you?"

You nodded, covering your face a little bit, and he pulled your hands away.

"Don't ever be ashamed of how I make you feel," he whispered. "I want to hear everything."

You nodded, looking all soft on the face, and Steve pushed the last inch of his cock right into you, burying himself in your dripping cunt.

"Steve," you moaned.

"Feels good?" he panted, caressing the way down your belly before moving to your cunt, searching for your clit and finding it stiff.

He gave it a circular rub, testing to see how you liked it, and you let out the hottest of sounds, gasping, cunt squeezing around his cock deliciously.

"Yes," you cried. "Feel good, please. Please, Steve."

So, so impatient.

Steve clicked his tongue, fucking you ever so patiently, controlling himself as he rubbed you, focusing on your pleasure.

He wanted you to cum on his cock, wanted to watch you cry and feel you cream.

"What kind of gentleman do you think I am, little miss?" he teased you. "To just use you without making sure I've given you pleasure?"

Fuck, you felt so good. Warm and wet and slicky, welcoming him so nicely.

"What kind of good man would I be if I didn't make you cum before I even thought of myself?" he asked.

You moaned more, arching your hips as his finger picked up the pace on your clit.

"Yes," you panted. "Gonna cum, Steve, just like that."

He continued with his pace, hand on your hip and fingers on your swollen bud, his eyes trained on your tits for a moment. Fuck, he could make them bounce so beautifully.

But he moved his eyes up, focusing on your face.

"Look at me," Steve whispered. "Wanna see you cum for me, wanna see your eyes."

You opened them, giving him the sultriest look he'd ever seen, the sexiest expression on your face. Your sounds filled the room as you came and he had to hold himself back for a moment, your spasms on his sensitive cock, the sight of you and the sounds from you making him feel nearly inebriated.

You were still coming down when he finally, fucking finally, let himself move faster.

He slammed his hips against yours, and you fucking loved it.

So he did again, grunting as your tits bounced, as your moans came out in little staccato breaths, your cunt never ceasing to milk him.

With each moan of his, you seemed to adore everything, and he was glad to oblige.

"Yes," you tossed your head back when he rutted into you, hipbone brushing your clit each time he slammed into you, and he didn't know if he would rather drag your pleasure and make you mad and needy or overflow you with it. "Steve."

He leaned down, sucking on your nipple, groping your breasts, squeezing and playing with them eagerly.

You crossed your legs behind his back like you'd tried to do before, and Steve focused even more on your pleasure when your sounds grew.

"You're going to cum again, baby?" he pulled on your nipples, playing with both with his hands. "Hm? Gonna cum on my cock?"

"Yes," you cried. "Yes, Steve."

Your cunt fluttered deliciously around him, closer and closer, wetter and wetter.

"You want me to rub your clit?" he offered. "Play with you, hm?"

But your shook your head.

"Your... hip-" you moaned. "Fuck, just don't stop, don't stop, please, please, please-"

He didn't. Steve fucked you, trying to keep doing exactly what he had been doing before, and watched with pleasure as you came, feeling himself too close.

And just then, it dawned on him that he hadn't put on a condom, that you two hadn't even talked about it.

"Fuck," he grunted, raising himself.

But your cunt was so good, so slick, so delicious.

He was just going to fuck you a little more, just a bit more, he could hold it, he could-

Steve pulled himself from inside you quickly, taking his hand to his slick-covered cock for what felt like a second before he came, his cum coming out in quick spurts painting your beautiful torso over his teeth marks, pearly white against flushed skin.

You panted as you watched him, looking down at your body and where he had painted you, and Steve outrightly whimpered when you ran a finger over some of his cum and straight up tasted it before sitting up and kissing him hungrily.

Slowly, it became softer, sweeter, and Steve manoeuvred the two of you, laying down on your bed.

"I guess we should have talked about that part before we fucked," you chuckled, looking at his face.

Steve smiled, moving his hand to your face, pushing your hair back.

"I'm sorry," he told you. "I should have stopped, and we should have talked about it."

You gave him a cheeky look.

"I didn't hate it, though," you told him. "I mean, I have recent tests. I always want to make sure. And I have an IUD, so if you wanted to cum inside..."

He tossed his head back. Fuck, if he was a few years younger, he would certainly give you that later tonight.

"First we rest," he told you anyway, taking your hand. "We have an awful long night."

That made you chuckle.

"We did," you agreed. "And I distinctly remember being offered a lunch and a dinner date."

Steve's heart leapt a beat. So you still wanted him.

You played with his fingers a little bit.

"As long as you don't make me ear liver," you added emphatically. "I think I want to cash on one of those dinners tonight."

He grinned.

"We can share a relaxing shower," he offered you. "And I'll make you something great with whatever you have in your fridge."

You looked at him, smiling beautifully.

"I like that," you decided, and lowered your eyes a bit, looking suddenly shy. "And you can... you know. Spend the night. If you want to."

"I do," he said quickly. "Very much so."

You seemed to relax, smile still as beautiful and sweet.

"Okay," you whispered. "That is very nice."

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year ago

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Week 50 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 50 2023 or Week 206, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 50 2023:

The mysterious house on Easton Avenue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @talesofadragon 💚❤️

Gives you hell (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @vellicore❤️

Blizzard (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @vampy-doll 🖤❤️

All or nothing part 1 (Stucky X Reader) by @stuckysbike❤️

Broken radiators & movies (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @heyitsme1040 💚

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Night at the museum (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @disasterofastory 💚

To find the light, we must first touch the darkness (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry 🖤❤️

All or nothing part 2 (Stucky X Reader) by @stuckysbike❤️

About offices and feelings part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @welldonebeca 💚

Good punkins (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @plussizefantasia 💚

Good enough (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelsmylife 💙

Cuddles (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf 💚

We were happy part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

About offices and feelings part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @welldonebeca 💚❤️

Screw Romeo and Juliet (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone💚

Drunk (Amber Freeman X Reader) by @jinx-s-things 💚

The ring of time (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @heyitsme1040 💚 💙

The Kind Of Love You Only Find Once In A Lifetime prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan 💙

Moving on part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Billy Russo X Reader) by @ heaven4lostgirls 💚 💙

Hold her while you can (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone 💚 💙

Take care of you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @those-late-night-feels 💙❤️

New member (Stucky X Reader) by @1-800-jjbarnes ❤️

Smile through your fear and sorrow (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @terry-perry 💙

I know you like it (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mjolnirswriststrap ❤️

Overlooked (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf 💙

Saved (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chennqingg 💙

For the baby (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone 💚

Bodyworship (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogerswifesblog ❤️

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joannie95 · 5 years ago

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Legacy- Part 30

Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????

Summary: Everyone knows Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who could have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follows y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

Warnings: mentions of death

A/N: Its a Christmas miracle, I actually have a chapter fines. Hopefully writing the next chapter wont take as long and I hope you enjoy this one

Story assisted by @welldonebeca proofread by @hermionie-is-my-queen

“Iron Man this, Iron Man that. Iron Man, Iron Man, Iron Man. I’m so sick of it.” You throw the newspaper down on your desk. “Do you think he actually cares about helping people? No! All Tony Stark cares about is the glory.” You pace back and forth trying to calm yourself down.

“What is your problem with Tony Stark anyways?” Natasha asked you, not in a judgmental tone but one of curiosity.

“My problem with him is that all he cares about is the attention. We don’t brag about what we do, we do all of this for the greater good."

You didn’t want to tell many people about your history with Tony. The only people who really knew the truth were your grandmother, Darcy, Phil and Clint. Phil and Clint were both like your family at this point so they had every right to know. You had your assumptions that Nick knew as well, but if he did, he never said anything.

You both look up when you hear Albert speak.

"Miss Carter, Director Fury is requesting Agent Romanoff and your presence in his office immediately.”

“Alright thank you, Albert, let him know we’re on our way.”

“What do you think he wants?” The redhead questions.

“At this point, I have no idea."

As you walk towards his office you notice Sharon waiting in front of his doors. The second she sees you she rolls her eyes. The three of you walk into Nick’s office and take a seat.

"As you may know Tony Stark had a press conference admitting he was Iron Man. I paid him a little visit asking him to join the Avengers initiative but he refused. I gave him time but I’m done waiting. He’s made a fool of himself so I need one of you to go on undercover and keep an eye on him.” He looked towards you. “Carter obviously you won’t be able to so tell me, who do you think would be the best fit?”

You hesitated for a second.

“Oh, um, I’m not sure why I would be able to determine that. I mean I hardly know the guy. Our families were friends at one point but-”

“Carter, cut the crap, you and I both know that’s a lie. So tell me, who would be the best fit?”

“Agent Romanoff, Sir."

You could practically feel the anger radiating off Sharon. She would probably assume you didn’t suggest her because of your disdain towards her but in all honesty you don’t think she’s capable of going undercover at the moment. Natasha has more experience so she’s better suited for this.

"Sir with all due respect-” Sharon started but was soon interrupted by Nick.

“That will be all. Agent Romanoff, I’ll send you all the information you’ll need for this mission."

The three of you stood up and left his office and Sharon stormed off.

"You wanna tell me what the hell that was about?” Natasha gave you a questioning look.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You let out a breath, pulled her away and led her to your lab. You knew you’d have to tell her about your past one day but you were hoping to avoid it as long as possible.

As soon as you arrived back to your lab you both sat down and you told her everything. From your childhood, to your parents’ death, to your fallout with Tony and everything in between.

Her face went from shock to realization to understanding. “That explains so much.” Was all she said.

“Only a handful of people know and I’d really like to keep it that way, whenever people find out our families knew each other they look at me differently. They wonder if I even deserve to be where I am. They think life was handed to me on a silver platter and I didn’t work for any of it.”

You take a hold of your necklace as you try to calm down your breathing.

“If it weren’t for all that loss and all that pain I wouldn’t be the person I am today. So I’m not going to let anyone take that away from me."

You didn’t notice the tears in your eyes until Natasha pulled you into a hug. Once she released you, you wiped them away.

"Alright let’s move on, we should go over some information you’ll need to know."

You talk her through everything you know about Tony Stark and once you’re done you hand her a syringe.

"What is this?” She questions you and she studies the needle.

“A Lithium Dioxide injection, I’ve been keeping an eye on Stark ever since his assistant asked for help. I have a hunch of what’s going on and if Nick truly needs him around he’ll need that injection, it’ll slow down any possible side effects that were caused by his arc reactor."

She has a confused look on her face, possibly wondering after everything she’s been told why you still try and help Stark.

"How do you know if there are any side effects?”

You roll your eyes at the fact that she even questioned you.

“Oh, please. How could someone have something like that in their body and not expect some sort of side effect, big or small.

You grab a tablet, tap the screen and find the file you’re looking for and hand it to her .

"I created a file for your new identity so look over it. You’ll be posing as a Stark employee and Pepper Potts’ new assistant, Natalie Rushman.”

“So creative.” She laughs and playfully rolls her eyes.

“Shut up.” You lightly shove her and laugh. “Alright, get out of here and go get ready.” You give her a hug and wish her luck, not like she needs it.

“Fine, I know when I’m not wanted. She smiles as she walks away. "Try not to kill Sharon before I get back.” She shouts towards you before she leaves your lab.

You scoff and try to focus on a project in front of you to keep your mind at ease. You’re not sure why you’re so concerned about Tony. You know you should despise him but in the back of your mind you know he’s still family even if you don’t want him to be.

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about offices and feelings(2)

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader WC: 1.7k words Warning: Dirty thoughts. Pining.

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Eight minutes.

That was when the fire department was expected to show up, in eight minutes.

An eternity, in Steve's opinion, considering you two were stuck in an elevator, which had just been falling with you inside, broken.

The building's security team had someone who looked at the thing and assured him that it wouldn't move and that you two were safe, but it didn't help calm either of you down.

"Are they sure?" you asked, sounding frightened still.

Steve turned to you, finding you right in the same spot he had left you, unmoving.

"That we won't fall more?" you added.

Oh, goodness, you were shaking!

He forced himself to nod. Was he? No. But he wouldn't tell you that, of course.

"Elevators have... uh..." he looked for words, trying to remember what he had learned in the last security and evacuation protocol - which he imagined you hadn't gone through yet, considering it was a yearly training, and it was a few months away. "A braking system, you know? They stop it from falling, and... eight cables hold it in place, each able to take the full weight of the elevator. I think."

He wasn't sure of any of it but was certainly clinging to it, and it seemed to relieve you.

"Really?" you asked, looking a little less tense already.

Steve nodded quickly, and you swallowed down, patting around for your bag, but it was a little too far, and he knelt in front of you, making you nearly jump.

"Don't!" you gasped. "Don't move too fast!"

He slowed down, tense.

"Of course," he agreed quickly. "I'll... slow down."

Steve picked up your bag and opened it in front of you, setting it on your lap.

He watched as you picked up a big steel cup, drinking from a straw with big gulps, and closed your eyes, breathing in and out slowly.

"It's okay," he assured you. "It's okay, we are safe."

You nodded, still breathing in slowly.

"This is not how I thought I would start my Friday night," you laughed nervously.

He sat down by your side carefully, and you followed him with your eyes.

"Did you have any plans?"

You grimaced a bit, still not looking completely like your usual confident self.

"Hm... well," you seemed to look for words. "Alone time. To decompress from work."

Steve nodded along a bit.

"Long week?" he asked. "It mustn't be the easiest thing to work for Tony."

You looked away from him, looking suddenly flushed.

"Yeah," you mumbled. "That's... that's what I need to decompress for."

He sat silently there, rolled his sleeves up, feeling a little warm, and looked over at you when you fanned yourself with a hand.

"Hot?" he asked.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah," you squeaked. "I got... a few layers."

Oh?

"Like an undershirt?" he asked.

"For modesty," you mumbled. "Buttons can be a little tricky to wear."

His eyes automatically fell on your tits but caught himself just as quickly, and you didn't seem to notice.

"You can..." he gestured, looking away. "I mean... I will."

He tugged on his own shirt, half-assed unbuttoning it.

Steve didn't want you to be uncomfortable, after all.

He rolled his sleeves as high-up as possible and opened the shirt, and would have kicked off his shoes if he wasn't over-worrying about his feet smelling bad.

To his surprise, when he looked over at you, you had both taken off your full shirt - wearing just a thick top in the same colour - and were staring at his forearms, looking decidedly pleased.

Oh?

He flexed his hand, and you inhaled deeply, clearing your throat and looking away.

Oh.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"It's fine," he assured you. "I... hm..."

What would he even say?!

You chuckled nervously.

"Lots of muscles for an office job," you joked.

He laughed out, relaxing a bit more.

"I mean, have you ever seen the amount of product we get through in my department?" he joked back. "Gotta be able to carry it up and down."

You giggled.

"Yeah, I mean... lots of marketing products," you teased. "I'm sure the boss is the one who picks up most stuff."

Steve raised his eyebrows, squinting, and you covered your face with a hand.

"Sorry," you said quickly. "I didn't think it would come out mean. I know you work a lot, just less visibly."

"Like you," he added. "Tony can't function without an assistant."

You snorted.

"You tell me," you snorted. "At least it's good pay."

Again, you two fell into silence.

"Is that how you decompress?" you asked. "Gym?"

He nodded.

"Sometimes," he shrugged. "I used to be a pretty skinny guy when I was young, so I got into fitness to help with my health problems, and then it became more about how much I liked doing it."

You nodded a bit, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, good thing," you agreed.

Steve frowned a bit. Why were you looking so bothered?

"What?"

You shook your head.

"Waiting for the moment when you'll bring some health issue you probably think I have to tell me that the gym is going to solve it," you spoke, sounding very annoyed.

It surprised him for a moment.

"How would I know anything about your health? I'm not your doctor," he shook his head. "This... I wasn't.... I didn't think about weight. I mean..."

He was both confused and annoyed. Did people bring up that with you all the time?

That was rude.

"I had asthma and arrhythmia," he told you. "Heart palpitations, high blood pressure, scoliosis... flat feet, constantly had sinusitis..."

You were positively shocked.

"Wait, lifting weights fixed all of it?"

He chuckled.

"A bit," he told you, reaching for his work back and taking his inhaler from inside. "I still have to carry this around. But it helped with my heart and the stuff related to it, and with the allergies that caused the sinusitis."

You nodded along, very impressed.

"Oh, and I had chronic anaemia," he remembered. "Which is why I focus a lot on my iron intake. Lots of liver."

You grimaced.

"Oh, poor you," you half-laughed, looking genuinely icked.

He giggled a bit.

"I guess making you dinner at my home is out of question, then," he spoke, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could even stop himself.

You turned to him fast and wide-eyed.

"What?" you gasped

He swallowed down, embarrassed.

"What, what?"

"I'm sorry," he spoke quickly. "That was unprofessional of me."

You two stared at one another, and you let out a long breath that seemed like a mix of laugh and shock, which embarrassed him.

Was the idea of going out with him that bad?

"No," you spoke quickly. "No, no. I mean... that wasn't... I..."

You covered your face with your hands, looking absolutely embarrassed.

"I didn't mean it like that," you said quickly. "I'm just surprised. That is it. I mean... I- I... I..."

He wanted to calm you down through the stutters, but he was just as surprised and confused.

"I thought I saw you looking at me," you squeezed out of yourself. "And I... I-I thought you were judging me. Every time you did."

Steve raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Judging you?"

"This big, beefy gym guy," you told him. "Practically following me with his eyes, I thought you thought..."

But you didn't complete your train of thought.

"I mean, wanting to take me out for dinner was the last thing I'd think you were thinking about."

And once again, Steve let out something stupid.

"Well, I was thinking a great many things, miss."

And to his surprise, you outrightly grabbed his hand.

"Like what?" you asked, staring right at your face.

And it took everything in him not to just show you exactly what he wanted to do to you.

"We are in an elevator, probably being watched by whoever takes care of security," he half-whispered. "I'm not sure it would be considered polite to speak and do the things I want to."

You swallowed down, flushing in response.

"I'm not the only one, then," you looked at his face, all coy.

Steve had to will himself to stay proper.

Still, he leaned in closer to you, giving you space to come closer.

A kiss.

Just one kiss, and he could keep everything proper with you.

You met him halfway, pressing your lips to his and cupping his face with a hand.

It was sweet and warm, your lips were just as soft as he thought they would be, and Steve did his best to keep it appropriate.

You, though, weren't sharing the same thought, and just as you pressed your tongue to his lips, the elevator shook itself and the lights came on, making the two of you jump in surprise.

The two of you stood up, but the elevator didn't stop, just moving down as if nothing had happened.

He helped you gather stuff, and by the time you go to the existing floor, you had your shirt over yourself and your purse in your hands.

"There you are," someone spoke as the door opened.

The firefighter's team.

"We are sorry for any delays," the chief started talking. "It-"

"We are safe and fine," you said quickly. "It's great. Thank you for saving us, but we gotta get going."

Steve turned to you in a bit of surprise, but you just grabbed his hand.

You did?

"We have a prior engagement we are very late to," you told them. "Thank you."

And what else could he do but blush and follow you along?

You guided him down to the garage without even seeming to think much, and you stopped right as you go to the empty lot, and you finally looked at his face.

"I might be about to embarrass myself," you decided. "And this is going to be so fast. But I really want to fuck you."

Oh. Good, good.

Steve was a bit stunned for a moment, but not unhappy at all.

"I live nearby," you told him. "And I have two garage spots."

He nodded quickly. Good, then.

"I'll follow you," he decided. "Lead the way.”

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about offices and feelings (1)

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fat!F!Reader WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Office AU. Dirty thoughts. Office crushes. Masturbation. Tension. Broken elevators. Fluff.

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Steve Rogers was so stupid. The stupidest of stupid men to have ever been stupid.

After Pepper had insisted on him for months, Tony had a new assistant, and his secretary threatened to sue him for delegating the work to her instead of hiring someone to do it properly.

He hired you, a perfectly adequate and competent personal assistant with very good experience and a track record of being the perfect fit for the job.

The day you walked into the office of Stark Industries was the day Steve Rogers' brain quit its job and never worked properly again.

You were beautiful, as gorgeous as if you had come right out of the Renaissance art he used to study in college, but the women in the paintings didn't hold a candle to you. Their soft jaws were not as beautiful as yours and your round cheeks, their curves not nearly as tempting and mouth-watering as yours.

And it made him feel such shame with his reaction, because you were modest and very professional, and he couldn't speak a word of negativity about your behaviour while his own behaviour was terribly gross.

Every day you were polite to everyone and tidy, and Tony's life was perfectly organised again, while Steve was thrown into a mess of madness and lust.

He was crushing on you, and really - really - hard. Steve was grateful that Tony's office was on a completely different floor of the building, which meant he didn't have to see you all the time, and so he wouldn't have his productivity tanked from not being able to look away from you. He barely saw you once or twice a week.

That was why when he caught your name in his inbox, he opened your email right away, finding a reminder of a meeting that would happen later that day, about the company's near mandatory day in the city park, which you were organising in Tony's name, of course.

Steve wrapped up his work, not wanting to leave you - or the other departments - waiting much, and actually finished ten minutes before it was supposed to happen. It gave him enough time to go to the coffee machine and make you a nice mixture of a cappuccino and hot chocolate, which he knew was your soft spot and favourite drink, and put it in a tall cup before making his own coffee and carrying them to the meeting room.

You were alone, setting up the presentation for Tony when he walked into the room, so focused you didn't even notice him as he put the coffee on the table and sat down, and he had time to adjust his posture before clearing his throat.

"Mister Rogers," you gasped when you saw him, a beautiful grin coming to your lips. "Good afternoon. Always early."

"Miss Y/N," he greeted, smiling, and raising his drink for you. "I got you coffee."

"Thank you," you spoke politely, reaching for it in his hand, and your fingers brushed against him when you picked it up, warm and soft.

You were all soft.

He took in a deep breath from behind the large table, your perfume was very faint in the room, and you smelt so damn good.

Steve would have loved to focus on your face and see your reaction at realising he had made the chocolate-cappuccino mix and not just gone for the mocha button in the machine, but there was something else he couldn't look away from.

You'd gotten up, and you were wearing a pencil skirt.

Steve could see your belly, its curve in all its glory, and all he wanted was to touch you, squeeze you and...

"Is this a mocha?" you asked, snatching his attention to your face.

Steve swallowed down hard, nodding as his cheeks felt like they were set on fire.

"I thought they weren't making mochas anymore," you sounded surprised.

"I mixed it myself," he told you. "The cappuccino and then the hot chocolate, I remember you like it better that way."

You were wide-eyed for a moment, a bit shocked, and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr Rogers," you gasped.

He gulped, nodding quickly. He was so close to a fucking HR summoning.

"You are welcome, miss," he squeezed it out of himself.

And before he could put his foot in his mouth, a group entered the room, greeting you two and taking their seats, and he put himself into his work mind again, which he should have been in since the very beginning.

He did his job like a good head of his department, took notes and offered his opinions, and behaved very correctly.

He also ran away from the meeting room before anyone else and locked himself in his office and his private bathroom once he was alone.

His work day was over anyway, and if anyone asked, he was having a stomach ache.

Steve didn't even have half an ounce of shame in him as he unbuckled his pants in the bathroom stall and pulled out his cock, lust coiling in his belly like a stupid teenager who had just seen a tit for the first time.

Fuck, he would love to see your tits. They were big, enough that he knew they would spill out of his hands easily. They probably were just as soft as you, and probably smelt so good if he buried his face in them.

He wrapped his fingers around himself, closing his eyes as his cock throbbed, neglected in his strict daily routine and already half hard as he jerked himself, muffling his sounds with a hand, afraid of being caught.

It was humiliating, jerking off in the company's bathroom like that, and he couldn't even be ashamed of himself.

He caressed his head, sensitive and shining with precum. Fuck, would you like his cock?

Would you suck it?

Fuck, he throbbed with the thought of your lips around his dick, of you hungry for him to cum down your throat.

He fucked his own hand needy, uncovering his mouth to fondle his balls, trying to be quick.

If it was for him, he would be putting his cum right in your cunt. Fuck, to have you under him, with your ass up, moaning as he fucked you hard and put his cum deep, deep in your cunt.

Steve bit his lower lip, stifling a moan as his balls tightened, and aimed for the toilet as he leaned against the wall, his cum hitting the porcelain right on time as his legs trembled, and breathed through his pursed lips, letting himself go and trying to calm down.

"Damn it," he hissed.

He was so fucked.

Steve hid in his office for another hour, emailing his team and sending the meeting's notes to them, so they would all be informed, and the office was already empty when he walked off, suit over his arm and suitcase in his hand, completely relaxed knowing he wouldn't cross paths with you.

He didn't know how long hiding from you would even work. You were both adults, he was a grown man who knew he was absolutely in the wrong position, and while - so far - it wasn’t something you seemed annoyed with, he didn't know how long it would be until you picked up on it and started to get uncomfortable around him!

Steve wasn't mean, he knew you didn't owe him anything, and the last thing he wanted was for you to think he expected something in return for just being a decent human being around you.

He waved to the janitor as he walked to the lift and pressed the button, waiting for it quietly.

He was ready to go home, have a nice dinner and rest.

And then, when the door opened, he was shocked to see you.

"Mr Rogers," you greeted.

Steve was frozen for a moment, staring at you wide-eyed, and shook himself into walking into the elevator.

"Good afternoon, Miss Y/N," he greeted. "Afternoon? Evening?"

You thought for a brief moment, looking amused.

"Is it six yet?"

He looked at the buttons to see if you had pressed the button to the existing level and then checked his watch.

"Six and two minutes," he told you.

"Evening it is," you decided.

He hummed a quiet confirmation to you, watching the numbers going down.

"Long day?" you asked suddenly.

Steve turned to look at you, surprised by the tentative small talk.

"Yeah," he confirmed, a bit too honest. "Lots of work."

"Yeah," you agreed. "Lots of... stuff."

"Yeah," Steve agreed.

You two exhaled together, and the doors opened in an empty floor, closing right after.

Steve was about to ask you something - anything, whatever was enough to make you feel like he wanted to keep talking - when the metal box you two were in shook and stopped suddenly, and if he didn't reach for you quickly you would have fallen onto the floor.

His heart came to his throat when the lights became black and the elevator started free-falling, and you grabbed him, squeezing him for dear life and screaming in fear.

And then it stopped, not killing you two, but not leaving you comfortable either.

The two of you fell down on your butts, and held you as you panted and sobbed into his neck.

Steve didn't even think before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you through the panic.

"It's okay," he rubbed your back. "It's okay, we are okay."

You pulled back, looking at his face and then around, opening and closing your mouth, all blood gone from your face as you literally shook in his arms.

"We are alright," you stuttered. "We are alright. In a broken elevator."

Shit.

He looked around, the elevator still completely dark, and reached up, pressing the red button to get security's help, knowing better than to try to get out.

You seemed to be trying to calm down as he did it, and Steve rubbed your back slowly, trying to calm you down.

"Hello?" security answered.

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about offices and feelings

Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fat!F!Reader Warnings: Fluff. Masturbation. Smut. Dirty thoughts. Pining. Tension. Broken elevators. D/s dynamics. Unprotected sex. Bod worship. Dirty talk. Smut. More warnings in the chapters.

Steve Rogers was so stupid. The stupidest of stupid men to have ever been stupid.

After Pepper had insisted on him for months, Tony had a new assistant, and his secretary threatened to sue him for delegating the work to her instead of hiring someone to do it properly.

He hired you, a perfectly adequate and competent personal assistant with very good experience and a track record of being the perfect fit for the job.

The day you walked into the office of Stark Industries was the day Steve Rogers' brain quick its job and never worked properly again.

Every day you were polite to everyone and tidy, and Tony's life was perfectly organised again, while Steve was thrown into a mess of madness and lust.

"Mister Rogers," you gasped when you saw him, a beautiful grin coming to your lips. "Good afternoon. Always early."

"Miss Y/N," he greeted, smiling, and raising his drink for you. "I got you coffee."

"Thank you," you spoke politely, reaching for it in his hand, and your fingers brushed against him when you picked it up, warm and soft.

You were all soft.

He took in a deep breath from behind the large table, your perfume was very faint in the room, and you smelt so damn good.

You'd gotten up, and you were wearing a pencil skirt.

Steve could see your belly, its curve in all its glory, and all he wanted was to touch you, squeeze you and...

"Is this a mocha?" you asked, snatching his attention to your face.

Steve swallowed down hard, nodding as his cheeks felt like they were set on fire.

"I thought they weren't making mochas anymore," you sounded surprised.

"I mixed it myself," he told you. "The cappuccino and then the hot chocolate, I remember you like it better that way."

You were wide-eyed for a moment, a bit shocked, and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr Rogers," you gasped.

He gulped, nodding quickly. He was so close to a fucking HR summoning.

"You are welcome, miss," he squeezed it out of himself.

He did his job like a good head of his department, took notes and offered his opinions, and behaved very correctly.

He also ran away from the meeting room before anyone else and locked himself in his office and his private bathroom once he was alone.

His work day was over anyway, and if anyone asked, he was having a stomach ache.

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