No under 18s thank you
Summary: Under the wing of New York’s own (self-titled) Sex God, Bucky Barnes, Steve dips beyond the toys into the world of kinks. But first, Steve has to get beyond the front door of The Pleasure Chest.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader
Warnings: Smut, Captain Kink, Fingering, Light Dom/Sub, Light Bondage, Vaginal Penetration, Bad Language, Kink Negotiation, Fluff
Word Count: 6068
Notes: This is part of The Beginner’s Guide to Kinks by Steve Rogers series. It’s not entirely necessary but I would recommend reading Let Your Freak Flag Fy Rogers first.
“So you’re dipping your toes into the kink pool and you didn’t ask your best friend and New York’s own Sex God for advice? Shame on you.”
Steve’s life flashed before his eyes as his skin transformed from pristine alabaster, the kind that women pay thousands of dollars to replicate, to beetroot red in a microsecond. A passerby might have thought he was having an allergic reaction by the way he gripped onto the railing of the balcony and fought back the bile that threatened to spill down 54 floors down onto the New York streets.
Fear seeped from his pores as he looked over to the satisfied smirk painting Bucky’s lips as he casually leaned against the railing, his long legs crossed over, wearing tight brown jeans and an open Fendi quilted vest with nothing on underneath but the skin he was born in, and some well-built muscle. Steve wanted to punch him in his perfect face.
“Don’t worry Cap, Daddy’s here to teach you.”