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sherrybaby14 · 4 years

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Get Dressed

Summary: You’re quarantined with your fiance and it is finally time to brace the public \.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Smut, apocalypse, wedding

A/N: This is Covid inspired, but VERY inaccurate. This is not a COVID story, zero scientific fact in it.

A/N 2: Thank you to @imanuglywombat and @opheliadawnwalker3 for the motivation to write!

At first it was easy, fun even. Quarantine with your fiance. Steve cared so much about the world and the people who lived in it both of you agreed two weeks with no media.

What a glorious two weeks it was. Selfish, isolated, grocery delivery ordering lobster, filets, and all the saffron you wanted.

“Don’t forget my ice cream!” You pressed yourself to your man’s back as he placed the order, kissing his bare shoulder.

“Who do you take me for?” He scrolled the screen up to show your preferred flavor already in the cart. He clicked place order then turned his head to you, pulling your face down kissing you hard.

A moan got caught in your throat as you nudged his shoulder, he flipped to his back and you straddled him. When was the last time you’d gotten dressed?

Steve’s cock was growing stiff between your thighs and the thought disappeared. What did it matter? You were the only two people in the world.

The honeymoon ended with the two week isolation. Both of you fought your feelings on the situation, but it was hard not to discuss.

“I didn’t think it would get this bad.” You didn’t bother holding back the tears.

“Me either.” Steve gripped your hand and squeezed. “Could...do you think I...did I miss an opportunity to…was there something....”

You brought your hand up and wiped the drop from his eye.

“No.” You lied to yourself, of course there was a chance he could have made a difference. He was Captain America, but really any American could have. You were just as guilty as him.

Things did not get better, but both of you were taking all the right steps. Still enjoying your time together.

“Weird question.” Steve dragged his finger between your breasts, up your neck, to your chin, then finally stuck his finger between your lips.

“No such thing.” You bit your teeth lightly into his digit, sucking it in and rolling your tongue around, loving the way a purr escaped his lips.

“Shit, I was going to ask if you would blow my finger like you do my dick, but you’re already doing it.” Steve rolled on top of you as you spread your legs, heart flaring. “Fuck, you are the best thing on the planet...no galaxy.”

You were so wet he slid right in, you grabbed his wrist and moved his finger in and out with the pace he set while he fucked you. There was good in the world. There was Steve in the world.

Then the date hit. Canceled. You knew it was coming, everyone did. All plans set aside.

“I was supposed to be Mrs. Rogers today.” You sniffled.

“I didn’t think you were going to change your name.” Steve lifted your chin. “We never talked about that.”

“I didn’t know I wanted to until right now.” The tears broke free as he pulled you in for a deep hug, cradling you against his chest as you sobbed. “Time and space could not separate us.”

You lifted your head and looked up at him. Steve kissed your forehead.

“That was my vow.” His eyes twinkled down at you.

You burst out laughing, mixed with sobs. He smiled and lightly punched you on the arm.

“Really?” You calmed down and looked up at him. “It’s so short?”

“I’ve never needed words to convey my feelings about you.” Steve’s eyes narrowed.

“Then show me?” You twisted your body so you were on all fours on the couch.

Teeth met your shoulder as his body pressed to your back.

“This means more to me than a room full of guests.” Steve pushed inside of you as you groaned and your arms dropped. “Time and space.”

The two of you watched the world destroy itself, but never turned on each other. Conflicting sources made it difficult to tell if things were getting worse or better. The Avengers called and Steve was gone.

“It’s my first mission back.” Steve kissed you. “I have to go.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand, not daring to wipe the tear that slipped down his cheek.

No your hand trailed to his chest. Covered for the first time in weeks, the suit felt awkward. You missed the bare skin.

Lips crashed to yours as he hoisted you up and pinned you to the wall. Nudity was the new normal and you bit back the laugh as he struggled to release himself from his uniform. He was as used to the easy access as you were.

The laugh disappeared when he released himself and pounded you into the wall. Your thighs shook, happy for the distraction you would be apart for the first time in months.

Maybe it was Steve leaving that night, his missions were getting more and more regular, maybe it was the natural shift of things, but normalcy started to return. The news was not so dire, recovery was happening. People had done their part, the enemy was sinking away. There was no magical grandstand moment signalling the end. Was it really the end?

“We are going out tonight.” Steve slapped your ass. “Go on, get dressed.”

“What?” You sat up from your head in his lap. ��You mean it?”

“Yes.” He stood up from the couch. “You have an hour. We are leaving the house, together.”

This wasn’t even your house. It was Tony’s, he’d given all of the Avengers a place to stay during the event, but it felt like home with Steve here.

“But what about..” Before you got the question out Steve grabbed your arm and yanked you up.

SLAP! SPANK! You trotted away and grabbed your bottom as you looked over your shoulder at him.

“No questions. You have an hour.” He folded his arms over his chiseled chest, your eyes went south and your tongue licked your lips at the swinging member between his legs. “NONE of that! Go! Get dressed.”

Stinging rear aside you raced up the stairs, straight to the bedroom. Excitement and nerves filled you as you did your hair and makeup. It had been so long but your mind went on auto pilot as you readied yourself.

Looking in the mirror you felt beautiful. Done up as you liked, knowing Steve would be thrilled, but you realized one thing was missing: clothes.

Sure, you’d thrown on a shirt or pants here or there, but when was the last time you had dressed yourself? It was the Rogers’ nudist colony in here.

You grabbed some underwear and a bra, slipping those on before you went to the closet. Tony spared no expense moving you out here so your entire wardrobe was available.

You grabbed a red dress, it would do, you pulled it on. It felt strange. You went to look in the mirror and shook your head. First night out in forever, you needed something special.

A patterned cocktail dress that you looked fabulous in caught your eye and you slipped it on. This was the one. When you looked in the mirror you shook your head no.

Besides, where was Steve taking you? What if it was a dive bar? You grabbed jeans and a t-shirt. No, that was all wrong. Way to hot out. And who decided jeans were comfortable? You wanted comfy pants.

Were yoga pants still in style? Was anything in style? Did style matter anymore?

“BABY HOURS UP!” Steve’s voice echoed off the hall.

“COMING!” You smirked, knowing he used a pet name so there was no pressure.

You wanted to have fun. Forget the happenings of the world, what was more fun than Halloween? You were nervous enough about going out you grabbed your witch costume and tossed it on. Where was your wig and hat? Maybe put on the wart nose too.

You touched your hair, touched your skin. No mirror. You were going out in public for the first time in so long you had forgotten how to dress.

Your anxiety level was so high you debated on walking back down naked and telling Steve to order some food. But was that really what you wanted?

What did you want? The question was always so hard to answer and you were always so unsure. Then you saw what you wanted to wear, not because it meant anything to anyone but you.

Grabbing the garment you slipped it on. You walked out of the closet and looked in the mirror. Your breath caught. Before you could talk yourself out of it you turned and went down the stairs.

“Alright, I went fancy.” You twirled at the bottom, ready to see Steve in some shorts and a golf shirt, but there he was in a tuxedo.”

“I have waited too long to see you in that dress.” Steve reached up and grabbed your hands. “And we have waited too long to make this official.”

“We’re getting married?” You glanced around the house. Nobody was there. “How? We need witnesses, an officiant, a marriage license.”

“No.” Steve grabbed your hands. “All we need is each other.”

He brought your hands to his mouth and kissed them, then grabbed your ring finger and slid it between his lips. His cheek puffed as his tongue moved. You felt something hard against your digit.

Steve spit out your hand and when you looked there was a wedding band around it.

“Time and space baby.” Steve winked. “Now you share yours.”

He pressed his ring into your hand. Your mind flared with how to respond, both of you in your wedding attire, nobody else here, your husband licking your ring onto your finger. How could you compete with that?

Months alone gave you the courage and you grabbed the top of your dress. You started to pull it apart, wanting the thing off. Steve’s fingers went to help and with a rip it fell to the floor. Leaving you bra and panties in front of your groom.

You dropped to your knees and looked up at him as you took off his pants, the belt first, then the button and fly. A groan left your lips as you spotted his boxers.

“Baby I need that ring.” Steve slid them down, his cock sprung forward. “Let’s make this official.”

He guided his cock to your lips as you parted them, taking him in. With the belt in your hand you swung it around his ass, opening your jaw as you set the pace, pulling his hips, making him go deeper into your throat.

“This was supposed to be special.” Steve groaned. “Romantic. Make it official.”

You ignored him, loving the control, the way he was rock hard in your mouth as you took him further.

Something started to itch, you realized it was your bra.

“Please baby, marry me.” He tried to push his finger to your lip. “I want that ring on my finger.”

You dropped the belt and popped up from your knees. Held the jewelry out in your palm as you unhooked your bra and shimmied out of your underwear.

“Baby we’ve been married since the first day we met.” You put his wedding band in your mouth, flicking your tongue around the thing, enjoying the show as he stripped out of his tuxedo. “In two weeks I’ll put this on your finger.”

Steve let out a growl as he fell on top of you. He found your pussy eager and waiting for him. There was no holding back anything.

You tried to wrap your legs around his waist, but he was pumping into you with fury. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder loving the way his neck craned back.

“I love you.” Steve glared down at you. “Time and space.”

You came undone. Your body rolling as the pleasure exploded. Jaws, leaving his shoulder while you shuddered.

A stifled moan left his lips as you felt his cock fill you. Eyes rolling back in your head, this was all you needed. Just the two of you.

When your breathing calmed down and reality returned you found yourself snuggled up to Steve on top of your wedding dress. Him kissing your head and holding you close.

“So are we married now?” He pulled you tighter.

“Sure.” You shrugged. “Wanna hear my vows?”

You had worked on them for the last two months, struggling with paragraphs and the right thing to say.

“Yessss.” He squeezed you so tight. “Please, let me hear them.”

“I love you.”

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