Wildest Dreams
Summary: Moving from friends to more than friends is a sometimes risky choice; will it work out with Steven Rogers or is the idea of romance with him best left in your “Wildest Dreams”.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Words: 2378
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Have had a long ~dry spell~ due to writer’s block. Spent an hour reading this silly Taylor Swift: Girl Detective story that I got at a local store and then got all up in my feels listening to 1989. Lyrics are italicized, but ignore them if that makes things weird.
“He said, ‘Let’s get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds.’”
“And how do you feel about that?” Nat asked, blowing and subsequently popping a large bubble gum bubble as you packed.
“I said yes, but I’m anxious about it. I thought we were casual, but this feels like he’s trying to elevate this...whatever it is...to the next level. Heaven can’t help me now, I’m either in or I’m not.”
“I mean, nothing lasts forever, might as well live while one of you is young,” Natasha winked at you.
“But this is gonna take me down a road that I don’t know that we’re ready for….”
Nat cleared her throat, “He’s so tall and handsome as hell,” she mocked your voice, “It’s not like he’s this oh so bad boy or something to be worried about.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah...but everything he does he does it so well. I’m worried I can see the end as it begins….”
“Ready to go?” Steve Rogers asked, lightly knocking on the door as he peered in at you.
You felt the burn of embarrassment heating your cheeks and quickly zipped up your suitcase.
“Yep!” you called, gauging his face to see if he’d overheard.
“Have fun you two,” Nat blew and popped another bubble as she skipped out of your room with a wink back at you.
You anxiously readjusted your dress as you stood up from your suitcase, “I think I’m ready.”
He held the door open for you and took your suitcase as you walked through. He took you by the hand and you felt a shiver run through your spine. Looking up at him you saw the goofiest grin; you’d never seen him look so happy. Your stomach twinged into a knot and you weren’t sure if it was the stress of hoping to never ruin his happiness or the excitement that you were and could maybe always be that happiness.
He loaded your bag into the car and opened your door for you.
“Always the gentleman,” you slightly curtseyed to him.
“Of course, mademoiselle,” he bowed back before going to the driver’s side and getting in the car.
“I didn’t know you spoke French.”
“Of course, live long enough and you learn a little bit of everything.”
“So what else have you learned? How to pickle veggies and herd sheep?”
“Pickling no, but I learned a bit about herding from a friend who spent some time in Wakanda,” he winked at you.
The drive continued on this way, with you each poking fun at and learning little quirky things about each other. The car began to slow and you looked out the window to see you were arriving at your destination.
“A vineyard?” you watched as rows of vines moved past you, “It’s really beautiful, Steve.”
“I thought it’d be nice,” you could hear a slight sheepishness in his voice now.
“It is!” you reached out and patted his hand to reassure him, but found that your heart began racing at the contact.
Steve parked the car and you followed him inside. He checked you both in and the attendant presented you with wine glasses, a map, and a room key.
“You can fill your glasses here,” the attendant circled an area on the map, “and then feel free to tour the vineyard as you like. It closes at dark, so please make sure not to be out past then.”
You both nodded and took your glasses. Steve took the map and slid the key into his pocket. You nervously got your glasses filled where the map had directed and went out into the vineyards to wander. The casual conversation began to flow more easily between you as you felt the wine loosening you up. You wandered between the vines and found yourselves at an area with a little metal bench perched on a hill, overlooking the vineyard. Steve gestured for you to sit, and you obliged. The sun was beginning to set and the sky had a beautiful glow.
You took a deep breath, “Steve, I’m worried that this,” you gestured broadly, “is going to change this,” you pointed back and forth between the two of you.
“And is that a bad thing?” he asked, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.
You gazed up into his piercing blue eyes, “I...I just...look...my one condition to this is...say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset.”
“Babe, that’ll be pretty easy to do after this,” he raised his glass to yours.
You rolled your eyes at him as you clinked your glass against his. You took a long gulp as he took a light sip.
“You’re beautiful,” he looked you up and down, “With your red lips and rosy cheeks,” he gently traced your lips with his thumb.
You sighed deeply, “Steve, I’m serious. I’m worried that...if this doesn’t work out...for whatever reason, just say you’ll see me again...even if it’s just in your wildest dreams?”
“You’re dramatic, you know that?”
“I am not! I just wanted to make sure that all of this was said first.”
“Look, if it makes you feel better, no one has to know what we do. We can just keep this between us for now?”
“Easier said than done,” you murmured, thinking about how you’d already told Nat which meant she had told Clint and Wanda and probably Banner...which meant that at least 30 other people knew and the odds of at least one of them being someone random like the barista at the coffee shop around the corner were pretty high knowing how big of gossips they all were.
“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear.
“Nothing, just kiss me?” you pleaded to him.
He growled in agreement and moved his hand around the back of your neck, leading your lips to his.
“What was that key for?” you asked in a way that you thought was sultry.
“Oh, I figured we could do the tastings tomorrow and so I got us a room. It has two beds in case….”
“Take me to the room?” It came out a question, but by the darkening of his eyes you knew he had gathered that it was more of a command.
He took your hand and helped you up. Interlocking his fingers between yours, he led you back to where you had gotten the key. He squeezed your hand as you wandered the halls and found your room. He opened the door and held it for you to duck under his arm and turn on the lights.
“Cute,” you remarked at the room with its two beds and a small bucket with a chilled bottle of wine on the table between them.
“Nah, you’re the cute one,” he replied, pulling you tightly against him.
You giggled and pushed away, grabbing him by the shirt and walking backwards until you were by a bed. You then gently pushed him down onto it. You grabbed the condoms you’d packed in your bag and threw them on the bed next to him.
“Presumptuous of you,” he said, picking them up.
“Was it?”
He motioned for you to come back to him with just one finger. It sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
You walked back to him and slowly undressed him, removing every single piece of clothing from his body before climbing onto his thighs. He tenderly pulled your dress over your head, and you could see the hunger growing in his eyes, darkening them. That look fueled you and you smashed your lips into his. His hands started on your cheeks, then tangled in your hair as they moved their way down your shoulders, stopping briefly to backtrack and stroke your chin before he let them explore down your back.
“You were just wearing a dress?” he pulled back to eye you up, licking his lips in anticipation.
Your face began to fill with that familiar tinge of embarrassed heat as you looked down at your naked form straddling his. You smiled innocently, despite knowing exactly what you had been doing when you had made the choice to go without any undergarments while getting dressed that morning.
“God, you’re so sexy,” his hands traced their way along your spine and back up to your neck.
He let out a deep growl as he guided your head down to his and kissed you. He took his time at first, each kiss like its own moment that would be forever frozen in time. You started moving your hips slightly on him, riling him up. He let out that low growl again and began kissing you harder, more passionately, as though every fraction of a second that your lips were parted brought a pain that could only be healed by bringing them back together.
He broke away from you to rip open the condom and slip it on. His hands moved to your hips and he lifted you slightly, sliding his dick into you. You both let out a moan; you stopped grinding on him for a moment, allowing yourself to just feel him filling you completely. You put your hands on his pecs, then slowly started bucking your hips against him. His hands gravitated to your ass and squeezed it in unison with your grinding.
“My turn,” he whispered into your ear, lifting you up off of him.
You breathlessly nodded as he propped himself up on his knees, giving you space to lay down. He ran his hands up your legs, spreading your thighs slowly and kissing his way up them. He alternated legs and you felt a quiver run through you as he got closer and closer to your core. You felt the warmth of his breath on you as he paused and looked you in the eyes with a smirk before diving into your heat. He teased your bud with his tongue and you let out a moan as he slipped a finger inside of you. You heard him quietly moan as both his tongue and his finger moved more vigorously, but in a rhythm that had you bucking your hips into him. You began to feel the tingle of an orgasm building in your toes, then moving through your legs, until it finally overwhelmed you to your core, sending you along a crashing wave of pleasure.
You grabbed his hair and lightly jerked it. He lifted his face and looked at you with a grin. He slowly removed his finger from your soaking pussy and stuck it in his mouth, sucking your wetness off of himself. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to reach the calm after the storm.
He smirked as he spread your legs wider and then eased himself back into you. After giving you time to readjust around him he pushed himself completely inside of you, then with an almost painful slowness pulled himself back out. You bit your lip in anticipation and moaned as he filled you up again. He continued at this pace for a while, teasing you. When you almost couldn’t bear it any longer he pulled your legs around him and put one arm underneath of you and used the other to prop himself up. You reached up to his face and pulled his lips to yours.
He kissed you deeply and thrust into you even deeper. The pace started slow, but he gradually sped up and began a rhythm that hit all of the right spots at all of the right moments. You felt every inch of his dick as it went in and out of you.
He moved his arm from around you and leaned down for a kiss before he really began to thrust into you harder and faster. You felt his dick begin to throb.
“Cum for me, Steve,” you pleaded
He growled as you locked eyes and he pushed his cock as deep into your pussy as he could over and over again until he let out a growling moan. From the intense throbbing you felt inside of you you knew he had just cum. You sighed as he pulled out of you and visibly shuddered from the pleasure.
He smiled and bent down to kiss you gently on the forehead before getting up. You lay there, eyes closed, replaying what had just happened, not wanting to forget a moment.
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.
You tried to slow your breathing and calm down as you heard the sound of a cork popping.
“Here, love.”
Hearing those words in his deep voice sent another tingle through you. You opened your eyes to him offering you a glass of the chilled wine.
“Cheers to a fantastic getaway,” he offered his glass up to yours.
You sat up and arranged pillows for the two of you to lean back against.
“This is a lovely trip,” you smiled as the romantically familiar sound of glasses clinking filled the room and then leaned in and kissed him.
You sat together and talked and laughed and drank. He called room service for dinner, but you were so absorbed in each other that neither of you touched the food when it arrived. As the hours flew by, you couldn’t stifle the large yawn that escaped your lips.
“Tired?” he asked.
“No!” you replied too enthusiastically, “Do you want to watch something?” you knew you were exhausted, but also that you didn’t want to sleep just yet.
“Sure,” he smiled knowingly, “Hm, there’s a new Bond movie on: Nothing lasts forever.”
You laid against him, your bodies entwined. You felt yourself nod off every once in awhile as the movie played, only to be awoken by Steve asking you a question to which you’d “mhm” a response.
“Alright, I’m turning the movie off,” he said after he himself had dozed for longer than he had expected.
“But this is getting good now,” you gestured at the TV, which was showing a commercial for some product you’d never buy.
He laughed, “I’ll see you in my wildest dreams.”
He kissed you on the forehead and clicked off the lights.
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