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Nasty Naughty Boy || Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: An undercover mission puts you and Steve in a compromising position that will change your relationship forever.

Based on this request

Warnings: Set somewhere after Avengers 1. Shy!Steve, mutual pining, SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little plot (not really), dom/sub dynamics (kinda), dom!reader, sub!steve, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (baby, bad/good boy),

English is not my first language

Word count: 11300

Notes: I'm sorry if it's a little weird, it took me like a month or so to finish this and I had to take a break because of school and exams so the narrative might be a little inconsistent at times.

Also this filth is inspired by Christina Aguilera's song so I highly recommend you to listen to it

One could say that you and Steve were good friends and even better teammates. From the moment you joined the Avengers you and Steve had stuck together, working side by side on the battlefield. At first it was mostly due to the fact that you were the new recruit and he wanted to keep you around to train you and show you how things worked. But you quickly began to realize that you made an excellent pair on the battlefield, so you continued to work together.

One could say that after sharing so much time together, you were more than used to being together. You had shared dingy hotel rooms countless times, spent days inside the same van while surveilling a target. You'd even shared the constricted space of a trunk once, though it hadn't been particularly comfortable—it was a long story. This mission, however, was too much.

It was completely different from the situations you had faced so far and frankly you weren't prepared for something like this. Well, Steve wasn't prepared for something like this. The man was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, confident and precise, a natural leader. But out of danger, Steve was very different. Calm and reserved, and completely useless when it came to women. And you feared this mission had everything to do with women.

"What do you mean it's an adult party?" Steve asked Tony, horror drawn in his expression. He hoped he didn't mean what he thought he was referring to.

"I mean there's going to be all kinds of... adult activities and nothing it's off the table."

"It's a sex party, Steve!" Natasha interjected, tired of Tony's ambiguity.

"Jesus, Nat! I was trying to be gentle with the old man. Do you want to give him a heart attack?"

"Steve is a big boy, he can take it" your voice echoed from across the room, speaking up in defense of your friend. You knew Steve wasn't the innocent boy everyone thought he was, he was just shy and inexperienced. "How does this change things? I mean, we still have to go and find evidence of his activities."

"That's true, but you are going to have to be a lot more... friendly with each other in order to blend in and work without interruptions," Tony spoke with a mischievous smile on his face. "Are you guys sure you're up for the task?"

"Yeah, why not?" you shrugged. You had never been one to run away from difficult situations and after all someone had to take care of it, so why not? You were good at your job and felt comfortable around Steve, so you saw no reason to refuse.

Steve, however, took a few seconds to think about his answer. He knew he was the best person for the job. Although he was sure Tony would be more than happy to take his place if he asked, he knew that wasn't safe. If something went wrong Tony didn't have the strength or the skills to face the situation without a suit. He could get hurt. You could get hurt. And Steve wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something bad happened and he hadn't been there to prevent it.

He knew it made sense for you to go together. You had a lot of chemistry and it wouldn't be hard to pretend you were a couple or something. The problem was that Steve wouldn't be pretending. He was very much in love with you and having you around in a context like that would only make him nervous. He was shy and awkward when it came to women, not because he lacked experience but confidence. In his mind, he was still that skinny guy from Brooklyn that all the women ignored so whenever he saw a pretty girl he assumed she would never turn around to look at him.

But he didn't have a choice now. If he said no he would have to endure Tony's taunts for the rest of his life, treating him like an old virgin. And although Steve had never minded those kinds of labels—virginity was a social construct anyway—, he didn't want to give Tony the satisfaction. Besides, he was at risk of you asking him why he had decided to turn down the mission, and he was afraid he couldn't think of a convincing excuse that wouldn't leave his true feelings exposed.

So, Steve came to the conclusion that the easiest option would be to accept, even if it didn't feel easy at the time.

"Rogers, are you still with us?" Tony's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "If you don't want to do it I'm more than happy to take your place. I have more experience in this kinda stuff anyways."

"No, no, it's fine. I'll do it" Steve assured before Tony started telling details of his past that no one wanted to hear. "How hard can it be?"

It was difficult, much more difficult than Steve had anticipated. For starters, he couldn't help but blush as you discussed the details of the mission, agreeing on the things you were willing to do and what were the boundaries you didn't want to cross. You were basically willing to do anything, feeling confident in yourself and your abilities to keep things professional despite what Steve's closeness might arouse inside you. But he was another story.

It wasn't as if Steve really didn't want to have an excuse to wrap his arms around you and kiss you in front of a crowd of people, claiming you as his own under the gaze of those strangers. There was nothing he wanted more than that, but he didn't feel comfortable doing it. It wasn't fair to you when there was so much he was keeping from you. It felt like he was taking advantage of you. For you it was just another mission, but for him to have your hands all over his body, your lips against his skin, it was a dream come true.

"As much as I find it adorable that you're getting so flustered at the very idea of holding hands, we're gonna have to do something about it" your voice interrupted his thoughts. "We have to convince a whole party that we're there to fuck, you can't get all blushy on me."

"I wasn't blushing," Steve said in a strangled tone, knowing full well that was a lie. He could feel the blood pooling on his cheeks, making his face feel on fire. You looked at him with an arched eyebrow, wondering why he felt the need to lie about something so obvious. Didn't he realize that you knew him better than anyone else?

"Look if you're not comfortable with this I totally get it. You have nothing to prove so you can just take a step back and let me handle this. I can find someone else or we can wait for another opportunity to get this dude." You really didn't want Steve to do something he wasn't comfortable with. You understood that this mission was too much, even for you. You worked well together and had a lot of chemistry, but the lines you would have to cross on this mission could damage your relationship forever. You understood if he didn't want to risk it or if he didn't feel comfortable participating in that kind of event with you. His well-being came first for you. The mission, while important, was not as crucial. You would have other opportunities to catch him or you could go to the event accompanied by another Avenger.

"No no, I want to do this with you," Steve hurried to say, speaking without thinking. When he realized the possible implications of his words he added, "I mean I'm comfortable with you. If I had to do this with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

You smiled at him, feeling a comforting warmth spread through your body at his words. "I'm glad it's with you too."

You extended your hand toward him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Steve's eyes traveled to your intertwined fingers, admiring the way your small, delicate hand fit into his. He loved the contrast, the feel of your soft skin against his. He admitted he didn't have the opportunity to hold your hand as much as he would like, which is why he appreciated that simple touch so much.

"But we really have to do something about your blushing, Captain." you joked with an amused expression. "We need to get comfortable with each other in that way."

"Okay, yeah it makes sense. Where should we start?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a mischievous smile planted on your lips, and Steve knew he would regret asking that question.

You got up from your spot on the couch and extended your hand toward him. Steve watched you for a moment, knowing that if he took it there would be no turning back. You were about to embark on a dangerous journey that would jeopardize your relationship as friends and as teammates. If he got up from that couch he was assured that things would never be the same again between you. And as much as that worried him, he couldn't deny that he was somewhat curious about what the future would hold for you. Not to mention that imagining you carrying out such a mission with someone else sparked jealousy deep inside him. So he put aside his fears and took your hand, letting you lead him down the hallway to your room.

Steve didn't know what was on your mind and was honestly too afraid to ask, so he stayed silent, watching you turn on some soft music as he sat on the edge of your bed. His heart began to beat rapidly against his chest the moment your eyes fell on his, walking in his direction at a slow, torturous pace. He tried not to pay attention to the way your hips contoured with each step, tried to keep his eyes on your face, but ended up failing. It was as if you were doing it on purpose, as if you were actively seeking to drive him crazy.

"I put on some music so we don't have to sit in silence. I thought it might make this a little more comfortable." Your voice was soft, trying to calm the visibly nervous super soldier in front of you. "Steve, look at me," you commanded and his eyes fell on yours immediately, looking up at you with wide eyes. You took a small step forward, settling into the space between his legs to be closer to him. You cupped his face with your hand, your thumb providing gentle caresses over the skin of his cheek. You didn't miss the way Steve leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a few seconds too long as he blinked. "It's just me. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Y-yeah you're right," he cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"It's okay, that's why we're here... to get comfortable with each other," you said in a soft, paused tone as you slowly let your hands explore Steve's body. Your fingers caressed his cheeks, moving down his neck to his shoulders. He was tense, you could feel it in the firm muscles under your hands, and you needed to change that. "Is this okay?" you asked him to make sure you weren't crossing any lines.

It took Steve a few seconds to comprehend what you had said, his brain overwhelmed by the slightest brush of your hands. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine." His voice came out much smaller than he expected and he wanted to punch himself in the middle of the face for being so pathetic.

"You're so tense, Steve. There's no need for any of it." Carefully you began to dig your fingers into his skin, massaging his shoulders and upper back. He closed his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from letting out the moan of pleasure that had formed in his throat. "Relax, it's just us here."

Steve let out a long sigh as his brain tried to command his heart to calm down. Your soft voice helped his nerves, but the way your hands caressed his shoulders and back made his poor heart go out of control. It wasn't easy to relax when he had to fight the urge to confess how he felt about you. He knew it was a bad idea, that it would only complicate things even more between you, so he bit his tongue to avoid saying one word too many. Although with every touch of your hands on his body Steve questioned if he was doing the right thing. He was preserving your friendship and working relationship, but at what cost.

"You can touch me too, you know." Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he opened his eyes to look at you, searching your face for confirmation that he had heard correctly. Instead of repeating your words, you simply slid your fingers down his arms caressing every inch of skin until you reached his hands. Then you took them between your own hands and brought them to your hips. "If we do this you're gonna have to touch me... and I'm gonna have to touch you. People at that party have to belive that we're there to fuck our brains out.”

You took pride in the way you were able to make him blush with just your words. You loved the way he trembled under your touch, looking at you with those big blue eyes full of curiosity and embarrassment. But there was something else flashing in them, a hint of darkness reflected in the pure ocean of his eyes. A stain that inadvertently let you know what was really going through his mind at that moment. It was the glow of desire, struggling to overcome the other emotions that kept it trapped. Steve wanted you. He wanted to touch your body, to feel your warmth against his as he let his hands explore your skin. So why didn't he?

In just an instant the atmosphere in the room changed completely. The goal of preparing for the mission and discussing what your limits were was forgotten after this new discovery. You forgot about the mission, your target and the party. All that occupied your mind was Steve and that little glimmer of hope deep in his eyes. And all you wanted to do was push him to his limit, corner him against a wall until he couldn't hide anymore and had to explain his feelings. Suddenly, the situation became a game to you. One that Steve was destined to lose.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" you asked, settling into his lap before he had time to understand what you meant. With one leg on either side of his body, you made a place for yourself on his thighs, your hands traveling to his shoulders for support. "Is this okay?" your breath mingled with his as you spoke. You were close, too close to each other. And even though it wasn't the first time you'd been in a similar situation, this time it felt different. There was a tension in the air that made it difficult for Steve to breathe, his heart pounding furiously against his chest as he struggled to maintain his composure. He barely managed a nod, not trusting his brain's ability to form a coherent sentence.

"Good. You're doing so good, Steve." The compliment escaped your lips before you realized what you were saying, but you didn't have to worry about having crossed a line. Steve squirmed underneath you, looking up at you with wide eyes. There was something about the soft, low tone of your voice that sparked a flame inside him. It was sweet yet suggestive, leaving him desperate for more. He wanted to hear you praise him again, he was willing to do anything for it.

"Do you think that you're ready for something more?" you asked him and he swallowed hard. Your eyes followed the movement of his Adam's apple, momentarily getting lost in the veins that marked on his neck as you imagined yourself kissing and biting the skin until you left bruises. "Is it okay if I kiss you, Steve?"

"Yes," he said firmly, his eyes never leaving yours. It was the most confident you had heard him talk since you had begun discussing the mission. He was desperate for your touch and you couldn't help but smile, proud of your seduction skills.

Without wasting any more time, you began to lean toward him. You moved incredibly slowly, partly because you wanted to tease Steve—increase the tension until he went crazy— and partly because you wanted to give him time to think and pull back if he wanted to. But he didn't pull away, he remained firm in his decision as his half-open lips longed for the promise of your mouth's caress. He could feel his heart racing faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps against yours as your noses brushed. You placed a hand on his cheek, your fingers gently caressing his skin. He couldn't take it anymore, the anticipation was a torture that was eating him up inside. So Steve decided to take matters into his own hands and took it upon himself to shorten the little distance that separated them.

The kiss began slowly, nothing more than an innocent brushing of lips as you processed the situation and got used to the new sensations coursing through your bodies. Unlike what Steve thought, it didn't take long for you to gain confidence and then your lips began to move faster. He tried to go slow, wanting to savor the moment in case he never had the chance to feel your mouth against his again. He wanted to memorize the texture of your lips and the taste of your mouth, to burn it into his mind so he would never forget. But then your hands found their place in his hair and Steve knew he was screwed.

Your fingers innocently played with his golden locks, twirling and tugging at his hair as you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment. You lost yourself in him, your brain reduced to mush, unable to do anything but respond to his caresses. But then you heard him moan. It was a faint sound that emerged from his throat and vibrated against your lips, but it was still the hottest thing you'd heard in a long time. So naturally you wanted to hear it again. And as you let your tongue explore his mouth, you tugged on his hair once more. This time the sound was clearer, a growl vibrating in his throat as he tightened his grip on your waist.

You felt your clit pulsing between your legs as you let Steve do what he wanted with you, his lips devouring yours with desperation. The kiss that had once begun as innocent turned into a sinful dance as your tongues fought for dominance. Steve's hands slipped under your shirt, arousing a pleasurable tingle on the skin beneath his touch. You could feel the wetness forming between your legs and without realizing it you began to move your hips against Steve's in search of relief. And you found it when your clothed center brushed against the firm bulge in his pants. You both let out moans of pleasure as waves of electricity coursed through your bodies, too lost in the moment to be embarrassed.

But then the voice of the artificial intelligence that was integrated into the Avengers tower interrupted you, snapping you back to the real world.

"Miss Y/N, I'm sorry to bother you, but Mr. Stark is looking for you."

You reluctantly separated from Steve, annoyed at the universe for choosing to interrupt you at that moment. "Tell him I'm on my way," you said to Jarvis, your voice cracking as you tried to catch your breath. When you turned your attention back to Steve you noticed he was looking anywhere but you. His breathing was ragged and his cheeks were flushed. He looked adorable and you had to fight every fiber in your being to not bring your lips together again.

"Steve, are you alright?" you asked him in a soft voice, lifting his chin to force him to look at you. For a second you worried that you had crossed his boundaries.

"Yeah, no, I'm fine... it's just that I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to... I-it won't happen again." Steve mumbled incoherently feeling his face light on fire under your gentle gaze. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get caught up in the moment like that. He should have tried a little harder to keep his composure, to keep a cool head to avoid this mess.

It took you a few seconds to understand what he meant, your brain still overwhelmed by his closeness had difficulty processing his words. But then Steve looked down and you understood that he was referring to the bulge that had formed in his pants. "Oh no, Steve, baby, it's okay," you rushed to say to soothe his embarrassment. "I'm not mad or upset. It's a normal biological reaction, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't mean anything."

Steve bit his tongue to keep from letting out a bitter laugh. That did indeed mean something, it wasn't just a simple mechanical reaction of his body. No, it was a reaction to you, to your closeness, to the warmth of your skin against his and the feel of your lips. You had that effect on him. You were the only woman who could make him feel that way, the only one who could make his cock hard just by kissing him and pulling on his hair. You had him completely at your mercy and you didn't even know it.

"We're not so bad at this," you said as you got up from his lap and walked to the door. "Keep it up and maybe things will go okay." You gave him a smile before disappearing behind the door, leaving an embarrassed Steve sitting on your bed, staring in horror at the challenge the future held for him.

Neither of you mentioned the events of that day again. You both unspokenly agreed to continue with the preparations for the mission as if nothing had happened, trusting that you would have no trouble at all pretending you were together. You thought about confronting Steve several times, telling him that you liked him and that you knew he liked you too, but you always regretted it at the last minute.

It wasn't because you were afraid he would reject you—you were pretty sure he was crazy about you—, but rather because of the effects your confession might cause. The mission ahead of you was very important and you could not afford to be distracted at this time. It was not the right time to start a relationship. You would have plenty of time in the future to explore your feelings, but right now you had to concentrate on the mission. Besides, it was fun to keep up that cat-and-mouse game you had going. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy teasing Steve until his cheeks turned red, so you had no problem waiting a couple of days.

The time quickly flew by between planning meetings and discussions about what information was available to you about your target, which wasn't much. You knew he was smuggling weapons modified with alien technology, and after analyzing many hours of information you had come to the conclusion that he was using these big sex parties as a cover for his business. It made sense, it was an exclusive and private environment that allowed him to control the people who attended. Besides, it was too uncomfortable for most undercover agents to try to infiltrate, so he could do his business in peace and quiet and then go downstairs to enjoy the party. He thought he was being very clever, but he didn't count on the fact that you and Steve were not just an ordinary pair of agents. You were Avengers who weren't going to be scared off by a few kisses and a little intimacy.

After all, you didn't have to do much. Your main objective was to plant a bug in his office so you could hopefully get more information about his plans, and one on him in case he made arrangements with someone at the party outside his office. All you had to do was infiltrate the party, enjoy the event, and find the right time to do your job. It was relatively easy, much easier than other missions you had worked on together. The only big problem you had was that it was a sex party and Steve was the most self-conscious man you knew. But after your little encounter you were confident that things were going to go well.

When the day of the event arrived you both were quite nervous, but found comfort in knowing that you wouldn't have to stay there long. As soon as the bugs were planted you could get the hell out of there and never even think about that kind of party again for the rest of your lives if you wanted to. To be fair, the event wasn't half as weird as Steve had imagined. Yes, there were people making out and groping each other in the corners, and yes, there were a lot of people walking around with almost no clothes on, but it wasn't as terrible as he thought it would be. There was soft, sensual music playing in the background and the lights were dim, creating an intimate atmosphere that helped him feel a little more relaxed.

As soon as you entered the large mansion you could both feel a multitude of eyes on you, studying you from a distance with leering gazes. You ignored them for the moment, heading to the bar for drinks as you settled in.

"Have you seen him?" you asked Steve, raising your glass to your lips.

"Not yet," he said as he scanned the room with his eyes. There was a large group of people dancing on the dance floor just a few feet away from you, a multitude of bodies rubbing against each other to the music in a promise of what the future held. Your target could very well be mingling in the crowd or perhaps sitting somewhere else on the opposite end of the room where you couldn't see him. You just hoped he wasn't in his office closing some deal with one of his associates because then all your effort would be partially in vain.

"Should we go out there and dance?"

"Dance?" repeated Steve with insecurity in his voice. He didn't dance. He didn't do it in the 40s when he actually understood trends and fashions, and he didn't do it now after spending over 70 years frozen. He wasn't good at it and in all the time you had had to prepare him, you hadn't guided him in that area.

"Yeah, you know, to cover more ground, look around without being suspicious."

"Y/N, I-" he mumbled, but couldn't figure out how to finish the sentence. However, you instantly understood what it was that was causing him so much doubt just by looking into his eyes.

"C'mon, it's easy. Just follow my lead," you encouraged him, rising from your seat at the bar and offering him your hand. Steve looked at you for a moment, his eyes traveling from the dance floor to your figure as he gathered the courage to take your hand. Finally he let out a sigh of defeat and downing the last of his drink he followed you to the dance floor.

You pressed your body against his, taking his hands and resting them on your waist. "Just let the music control your body," you whispered against his ear before you began to move. Your hips swayed to the sensual rhythm of the music, your body rubbing against his in an unsubtle way. Steve listened to your advice, letting the melody surrounding him take control of his feet.

Soon you found yourselves immersed in a sinful dance, moving through the sea of people around you as you let your hands explore each other's bodies. The mission was momentarily forgotten as Steve felt your ass rubbing against his crotch. He pushed his hips against you instinctively, desperate to feel your body against his. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers burying themselves in your skin with enough force to leave marks.

Steve was trying to hold back, to keep things professional and not touch you unless strictly necessary, but it was difficult. And it got even harder when you pulled your head back by leaning it over his shoulder and exposing your neck to his hungry eyes. He wanted to bend down and mark you as his, use his lips on your sensitive skin until you were moaning his name. And he was about to do just that. Only a couple of inches separated his lips from your sweet neck, when his eyes caught a glimpse of his target in the distance. His mind came back to its senses at the sight of him, remembering where he was and the reasons why he was there.

You felt Steve's warm breath crash against your neck and you closed your eyes, eagerly awaiting the brush of his lips against your skin. You reveled in the way his body felt against yours, towering over you as his hands explored every inch of your figure. Your heart was racing with each passing second, noticing how his lips were getting closer and closer to your most sensitive spot. But at the last second, his mouth changed course, settling on your ear instead.

"I have eyes on the target," Steve whispered, making you open your eyes in confusion. It took you a few seconds to understand the meaning of his words and then your eyes scanned the room until they met the man you had been sent to spy on.

"Okay, wish me luck," you said, detaching yourself from Steve's body and walking towards your target without looking back.

Seducing him wasn't too difficult, he wasn't exactly the hardest man to charm. A couple of lustful glances from across the room, some flirtatious touching and a short kiss was all you had to do to distract him long enough to plant the bug in his clothes. Then you escaped his clutches with the excuse of going to get a couple of drinks to make the night more interesting. On your way back you sent a text to Natasha, letting her know that one of the mics was already in place. You hoped the Shield techs got something important out of it because you weren't willing to live in a world where you'd had to kiss that nasty guy for nothing.

When you got to the bar you ran into Steve, who had apparently settled in there to wait for you before moving on to the next part of the plan. But to your surprise he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by two women who were clearly interested in him, playfully touching his arms and giggling flirtatiously as they talked. And the worst part was that Steve seemed to be enjoying the attention. You could spot some of the mannerisms that indicated he was a little nervous, but he was playing along with them nonetheless. He was letting them touch him and his eyes lit up when he made them laugh.

The scene made your blood boil, jealousy quickly taking over your mind. What did those women think they were doing, flirting so blatantly with him? Steve was yours and you were his. You were the only woman who should be touching him like that, the only one making him blush. And you weren't about to stand there while those women threatened to take what was yours. So you walked towards them, pushing past the blonde who stood between you and Steve. She gave you a hateful look, but you ignored her as you took Steve's face in your hands and pulled him close to you to close the distance between you with a kiss.

Your lips crashed against his in a desperate kiss. There was nothing sweet and tender in the way your mouths connected, all teeth and tongues as Steve wrapped his arms around your body to pull you closer to him. You were proving a point, marking your territory, and you weren't going to separate from him until he melted in your hands. You were reminding him who he belonged to, who was the only one capable of making his cock hard with just one kiss.

But you were also taking your revenge, punishing him for forgetting about you, for flirting with those women even though you both knew he had no feelings for them. So you let one of your hands explore his body, moving down his abdomen until you reached the bulge in his crotch. You felt him tense a little as you applied some pressure on his member, stimulating him over his clothes. You felt it harden under your palm incredibly fast, sending a surge of confidence through your body. You could feel wetness begin to form in your crotch, the passion of that kiss, Steve's hands on your body and the way he reacted to your touch were a lethal combination that forced you to close your legs in search of friction. However, when Steve let out a moan you broke away understanding that you had proven your point.

Looking around you noticed that the women were nowhere to be seen and you smiled proudly to yourself. "We should continue this upstairs, don't you think?" you said winking at him. You were trying to tell him in a subtle way that it was time to go upstairs to your target's office to finally end this mission once and for all, although the idea of locking yourself in one of the private rooms and doing what you wanted with him was tempting to you.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Steve muttered, a little disoriented. He was still struggling to catch his breath after that kiss and his brain overwhelmed by lust and desire was having trouble processing his surroundings.

You let out a chuckle at Steve's ruined state, pride and confidence swelling in your chest knowing that your touch affected him so much. Taking his hand in yours you led him up the stairs. Apparently there were a series of rooms there meant for people to... love each other in private. Any guest could access them which made your job much easier since there were no security guards or cameras in your way. The only problem you ran into was that the office door was locked, and even that wasn't a big issue. You were excellent at picking locks, so in the blink of an eye you were inside the room planting the bugs as you had planned.

The real problem came later. You were just finishing hiding a mic among the shelves of a bookcase when you saw Steve approaching the door, listening intently to the noises in the hallway with his super hearing. "What is it?" you asked him with some concern.

"He's coming. We need to get out of here."

You hurried to arrange everything as it was, making sure the bug was well hidden. Then you ran to the door, escaping from the scene to avoid being caught. You took the time to re-lock the door, fearing you would arouse suspicion if you didn't do so. As you struggled with the lock you could see out of the corner of your eye a pair of shadows approaching up the stairs, voices getting louder and clearer. When you were done Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you into the first empty room he could find, closing the door behind him.

"Now what do we do?"

"Wait here until he goes back downstairs or Nat gives us the green light to arrest him," Steve said, walking to the king size bed in the middle of the room. He sat down on the dark satin sheets, arranging a pillow on his lap to hide the prominent erection your caresses had caused. He was disappointed in himself. You two were in a pretty dangerous situation and all he could think about was how much he wanted to feel your hands on his body again, only this time without the barrier of clothing separating you.

Steve watched you walk around the room as you inspected your surroundings without much interest. His eyes were glued to your figure, that tight black dress you were wearing hugged your curves in the best way leaving very little to the imagination. He had fantasized about taking it off from the moment he saw you wearing it. You looked beautiful with the fabric wrapped around your body, but he knew you would look even more beautiful with nothing on, completely naked and exposed for him.

Steve knew it was wrong to imagine such things about a teammate–a friend–, but he couldn't help it. His thoughts had only gotten dirtier and dirtier since the first kiss you shared, when he had the chance to feel the warmth of your body against his and hear the sweet sound of your moans. He wanted to feel you again, to hear the sounds of pleasure escape your lips as he took you to the edge. He didn't care if it was weird or creepy, he needed you and he didn't know how much longer he could go without feeling your hands on his body.

"So, are we going to talk about it or we'll just keep dancing around each other like idiots?" you spoke without even looking at him, interrupting his thoughts. Steve tensed, his heartbeat picking up pace as his nerves worsened. How you managed to sound so casual and disinterested was a mystery to him.

"Huh?" Steve murmured anxiously. "W-what do you mean, Y/N?" He knew perfectly well what you meant but still didn't want to be the one to say it. He wasn't willing to expose himself until he was absolutely sure it would be worth it.

"Really?" you said, turning to look at him with an arched eyebrow. "So we have to keep pretending that you are not hiding your bulge under that pillow?"

Steve's cheeks turned red in a matter of seconds, his mouth dropping ajar as his brain struggled to find the words to respond. He could barely maintain eye contact with you, terrified by your reaction and embarrassed by how little control he had over his body when you were around. "Y/N, I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I-" he tried to apologize, salvage some of what dignity he had left and hopefully avoid ruining your relationship forever, but stopped when you silenced him.

"It's okay, Steve. I'm not mad," you assured him as you approached him. "I'm actually really fucking turned on because I've never been with a guy that was so sensitive to my touch." You leaned into him, grabbing the pillow from his lap and tossing it across the room. Steve's eyes were glued to yours, completely captivated by your presence. You hadn't touched him yet and his breathing was picking up, pure anticipation coursing through his veins.

When you settled into his lap he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a sigh of joy. He had waited so long to feel your body against his again, he was desperate. His hands found their place on your waist as your fingers fiddled with his hair.

"I know you want me, Steve," you whispered in his ear in a sensual voice. "And I want you too... so let's do something about it."

Without wasting another second, you crashed your lips against Steve's. Your lips moved hungrily, exploring each other's mouths expertly. You both had waited too long for this moment and now that it was happening you didn't have enough patience to take it slow. You wanted to feel each other's body and you wanted to do it now.

Your fingers tangled in Steve's soft blond hair, using it as leverage to tilt his head to your liking to deepen the kiss even more. His hands tightened their grip on your waist, pressing you against his growing erection. When you rolled your hips you both let out a moan, breaking the kiss for a moment to enjoy the waves of electricity that coursed through your bodies. Your ragged breaths collided as your bodies moved in search of friction, your faces always staying just inches apart.

You took a moment to remove Steve's shirt, your trembling fingers struggling against the tiny buttons. The outfit highlighted his muscles in a delicious way, but you wanted to feel his warm skin under your fingers. Once he was freed from the dark fabric, you allowed your hands to explore his chest and abdomen as you trailed your wet kisses down his neck. You sucked and nibbled on every inch of exposed skin, searching for that special spot that would make him turn to mush beneath you. When you found it, Steve tilted his head to the side to give you more room to work, loving the sensation your lips on his neck aroused in him. His hands traveled to the zipper of your dress, yanking it down to expose more of your body to his hungry hands.

"Y/N, please I need you... I need to feel you," Steve implored in a deep voice that awakened a rush of pleasure inside you.

"Oh I know, baby. I know you do," you said, rising from the crook of his neck to look into his eyes. They were dark, much darker than normal, lust and desire being the only distinguishable emotions in his gaze. The slightly condescending tone of your words did nothing but widen his pupils, his cock twitching with pleasure inside his pants. "But you've been a bad boy... hiding your feelings from me, flirting with those women behind my back..." you clicked your tongue in disapproval. "And bad boys don't get to cum that easily."

You placed your hand on his member, applying some pressure to tease him. He lifted his hips toward you, letting out a groan of pleasure and frustration. He was so hard you were pretty sure it hurt, but you didn't care. "You have to earn it, Captain. Show me that you can be good and maybe I'll take pity on you and let you cum."

"I- fuck, I can be good, I can be good... please," Steve managed to mumble, fighting the haze in his mind to form a coherent sentence. He couldn't believe how much your dominant tone turned him on. It drove him crazy to the point that he was willing to do whatever you asked of him just to please you. He wanted to be good for you, not only so he could finally relieve his painfully hard cock, but also to please you. He was dying to hear you say that he was a good boy.

"We'll see about that," you whispered against his lips before catching them in a slow, sensual kiss that stole his breath away. When you broke away you rose from your place on his lap taking the opportunity to finish removing your dress. You slowly slid the fabric down your body, making a show of it in front of Steve's hungry gaze. The dress fell down your hips to pool at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and high heels in front of him.

Steve's eyes admired your figure as you stepped out of your dress and kicked it to the side. The red lace embellished your skin in the most exquisite way, hugging the curves of your breasts and pushing them upward, inviting his hands to touch them. It didn't do an excellent job of covering your private parts—he could make out your perky nipples through the fabric—, but it covered enough to make Steve feel the urgent need to tear the clothes off your body. He wanted to see you completely, to admire every detail on your skin. He needed it.

"On your knees, big boy," you commanded and Steve didn't need to be told twice. He slid onto his knees in a matter of seconds, looking up at you with hungry, expectant eyes. You reached out to touch his hair and he closed his eyes at the caress, leaning into your hand. You bit your lip to keep from letting out a moan, amazed at the way Steve reacted to your touch. There was something so erotic about having such a big strong man surrendered at your feet, kneeling in front of you waiting for you to command him on what to do. You honestly could have cum just by looking at him. He looked so desperate, completely surrendered to your mercy as he waited patiently for you to do what you wanted with him. It was the hottest scene you had ever witnessed in your life.

"I want you to put this mouth of yours to good use," you said, sliding your hand up to his cheeks, trapping his mouth between your thumb and forefinger to push out his lips. "Show me how much you want me, Captain, and then you can have your relief."

Steve didn't waste a second, his hands ripping off your panties before he pulled your body close to his face. You let out a gasp of surprise, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't find his desperation arousing. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder to gain better access to your pussy, using his strong hands to hold you firmly in place. Then without any warning, he licked a long line from your center to your clit. You both moaned, you at the sensation of his lips on your most sensitive part, him at the sweet taste of your arousal.

"Oh fuck," you exclaimed throwing your head back as you enjoyed the assault of his tongue on your clit. "Just like that, baby, don't stop."

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body, pure ecstasy traveling along your veins in rhythm with your racing heart. You found it impossible to contain your moans as Steve fed on your sweet nectar, licking your folds like a starving man. Having him kneeling between your legs so willing to please you gave you a sense of power and confidence that made everything more pleasurable. It was as if he had forgotten about his own pleasure entirely, concentrating solely on making your legs go limp. Steve was so much bigger and stronger than you, he could overpower you with ease, use his super strength to throw you on the bed and do whatever he wanted with you. The fact that he didn't let you know that he wanted this as much as you did. Steve was choosing to submit to you, giving himself completely while using his mouth to please you just as you had asked. And that was perhaps the most arousing thing of the whole night.

"S-so good to me, Steve... so fucking good," you praised him between ragged breaths. Your words motivated him to continue, desperate to hear you praise him one more time.

Steve closed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, drawing a loud moan from you. Your hands traveled to his hair, fingers gripping the blond locks for support. The act caused Steve's cock to twitch inside his pants and a growl vibrated deep in his throat.

"Oh you like that, don't you baby?" you said, half laughing and half moaning as you remembered that Steve had had the same reaction when you pulled his hair as you made out in your room. "Who would have thought that Captain America was such a nasty, naughty boy?" you added in a condescending tone.

"Only for you," he mumbled against your core. He was looking up at you adoringly, his big blue eyes shining with a special glint. It was a light that contrasted with the deep, dark lust in them. It took you a few seconds to understand that with those simple words he was trying to express how he really felt about you.

"That's right, you're mine, Steve... and I'm yours," you admitted your feelings as well, feeling a comforting warmth run through you at finally being able to put your emotions into words.

Hearing that his feelings were reciprocated gave Steve a new rush of confidence. He gave you a playful half-smile before continuing his assault on your pussy, determined to make you cum. His tongue caressed your clit, licking and sucking on your bundle of nerves as his fingers played with your entrance. It didn't take him long to insert the first digit, the juices of your arousal acting as the perfect lubricant. Your warm velvety walls received it gladly, tightening around it as he began to move it in search of your most sensitive spot. When he found it Steve added a second finger using them both to torture your G-spot as his tongue attacked your clit.

"Yes, oh god, right there... I'm so close, baby," you cried out in pleasure, moving your hips in rhythm with Steve's fingers as you chased your orgasm. "Are you gonna be a good boy and make me cum? Yeah? F-fuck, don't stop."

You could feel the knot in your belly tightening more and more, the world around you becoming a blur as you lost yourself in the pleasure Steve was making you feel. You used the leg resting on his shoulder as leverage to pull him even closer to you, the heel of your shoe digging lightly into his back as you pressed him against your pussy. He loved every second of it. The pain mixed with pleasure, the way your hips moved against his face, the sweet taste of your arousal and how your velvety walls closed around his fingers almost sucking them inside you. Steve loved knowing that it was him who had brought you to that state of total euphoria and desperation, proving that you were just as screwed as he was.

"Cum for me, please. I need it, I need to feel you cum all over my fingers and tongue, please" Steve encouraged you, his voice hoarse and broken with pleasure. It was the hottest thing you had ever heard and it was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a scream of his name, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as the pleasure consumed you completely. Your legs trembled, threatening to drop you if not for Steve's strong grip on your hips. He continued to assault your pussy, licking up every last drop of arousal you had to offer him and prolonging your climax.

"Are you okay?" Steve's soft voice brought you back to reality. Your eyes struggled to focus on him, the world around you a blur that your brain overwhelmed with pleasure struggled to process.

Your eyes met Steve's as he looked up at you from his position between your legs, big blue orbs filled with worry. The way he cared about you was adorable and so erotic. The innocence in his gaze contrasted with your arousal shining on his lips and chin, igniting a new flame inside you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm more than okay," you murmured as you pulled your leg off his shoulder and stood up on your feet with some help from Steve. "That was..." You struggled to find a word that could describe the ecstasy you felt, but there simply weren't any. All the words in the English language fell short when it came to describe the way Steve made you feel, not only sexually but emotionally as well. "Come here," you said, lifting him up to stand so you could kiss him and show him how good he had made you feel.

You tasted yourself on his mouth, moaning as you sucked his bottom lip between yours. Steve kissed you back with the same enthusiasm, his hands exploring your body and making their way to your bra. You allowed him to unclasp it—which he did surprisingly quickly—and you didn't even pull away from his mouth to slide it off your body. His hands took your breasts immediately, his fingers playing with your hardened nipples as if he knew exactly what to touch and how to do it to fuel the flames inside you.

"You've been so good to me, Steve" you whispered against his lips, your voice low and seductive as your fingers struggled with the zipper of his pants. "So, so good, baby. And you deserve your reward, don't you think, Captain?" you knelt in front of him as you slowly removed his pants, making sure he felt the brush of your fingers moving down his legs.

"Yes! Please, I've been so good to you," Steve begged in a broken voice and you grinned mischievously as you discovered you didn't even have to ask him to do it.

"You think you earned it, huh?" you continued your torture, taking the time to remove his shoes and socks before running your hands up his legs again until you reached his underwear. Your fingers played with the elastic of his boxers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Yes, yes! Please, give it to me."

"And what is it that you want, baby?"

"I want you and whatever it is you're willing to give me."

“Oh, really? Well that it’s so nice of you to say, Captain.” You smiled at him and Steve was alarmed. He knew that naughty look couldn't mean anything good for him. He was desperate, his cock was so hard it hurt. The tip was dripping precum like it was crying for attention. But he wasn't going to force you to do anything you didn't want to do. He was going to take whatever you wanted to give him and feel grateful that his dirtiest fantasies had come true.

"So what if I just want to torture you for a little while longer?" you asked him with amusement in your voice as your hands traveled to his cock. Steve let out a sigh of anticipation as he felt your fingers on the sensitive skin of his member and you smiled, noticing how desperate he was for some relief. You took the opportunity to stick out your tongue and lick a line from the base of his cock to the tip, paying special attention to the swollen, reddened skin covered in precum.

"I- fuckk, I'll take it," Steve managed to say, his eyes closed as he tried to control himself. Even though now you were the one kneeling on the floor, it was clear that you were still in control of the situation. And Steve wouldn't have it any other way. He found that he loved to obey you, to let you do what you wanted with him. He had never considered himself a submissive man, not in his daily life and not in bed, but with you it was different. With you everything was different.

"That's my good boy," you said, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucking to reward him, your tongue savoring the salty taste of his arousal. Steve groaned, his muscles tensing as he struggled to keep from thrusting his hips into you.

"I think you earned your reward, Captain," you added, rising from your place on the floor. He opened his eyes, looking at you with excitement and anticipation, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "You've been such a good boy for me, you deserve some relief... So, I want you to use me, Steve. Use me for your pleasure."

He didn't need to be told twice. In a matter of seconds he had you spread out on the bed beneath him as his lips attacked yours with desperation. Even though Steve was in great need of some relief, he took his time with you, letting his hands explore your body and his mouth kiss every inch of skin within reach. Now you were the one shifting beneath him in search of friction, you were the one being tortured as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked, sending waves of electricity throughout your nervous system. Your core tightened around nothing as he took the time to explore your body, but you didn't complain. That was exactly what you wanted, for Steve to make you his any way he wanted, to use your body for his pleasure just as you had done with him minutes before. So as much as it was torture, you enjoyed every second of it.

Steve wasn't doing it on purpose. He wasn't seeking to get back at you for making him wait for some relief or to make you feel the same desperation he felt. No. He was doing this for his own pleasure. He enjoyed having you underneath him gasping in pleasure. He enjoyed the warmth of your body and the softness of your skin against his lips. He wanted to memorize every curve of your figure, every moan that escaped from your mouth. It all still felt a little unreal to him so he wanted to make sure to burn this moment into his memory including every little detail.

"Steve, please" you begged when you weren't able to take any more. It was like waking him from a trance, your voice bringing him back to reality and reminding him that there were much more pleasant things you could be doing with the limited time you had.

He took pity on you and positioned himself properly between your legs. He stroked his member a couple of times, his hand going up and down in an almost hypnotic motion, before pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked you, making sure you were both on the same page.

"Yes, please. I need you" you told him and that was all Steve needed to hear to continue.

He slowly slid every inch of his cock inside you, filling you to the brim. He was big and despite how well lubricated you were it took your walls a moment to get used to his size. He held still, giving you time to adjust to him as he lost himself in the warmth of your core. He was not the most sexually experienced man, but being inside you was unlike any previous experience he had ever had. It wasn't just the way your muscles clenched around his cock, but also the way his heart fluttered with joy at being connected to you in such an intimate way. He felt complete and that was something he had not experienced in any of his previous sexual encounters.

When you rocked your hips against his, Steve knew he could start moving. He set a slow, sensual pace, allowing himself to feel every little twitch of the muscles inside you with each drag of his dick. He lost himself completely in you, intoxicating himself with the scent of your perfume as your bodies melted into one.

The delicious sensation of your warm velvety walls closing around his member was almost too much. The way you clung to him, pulling him into you every time he moved his hips outward drove him crazy. "Such a perfect pussy for me, all wet and tight.... taking me so well" Steve murmured incoherently against the skin of your neck, increasing the speed of his movements.

The slow, sensual rhythm of his thrusts became fast and desperate. Each movement brought you closer to the edge and you couldn't wait any longer to feel the sweet relief you so desperately needed. Steve tilted your hips, his hands clinging to your skin as his thrusts reached deeper, grazing your g-spot with each little stroke. It didn't take long before you were a mess under him, crying out in pleasure every time he dragged his cock inside you. The knot in your belly began to tighten, waves of electricity running through you as you got closer to the edge.

Your moans increased in volume and level of desperation, turning into a series of incoherent whimpers as Steve played your body like an instrument. He was a quick learner, needing only a couple of minutes to figure out what made you tick, memorizing your sensitive spots and the way your body reacted to his attacks. He loved hearing you moan, your voice was the sweetest melody and he was willing to do anything to keep listening to it. Every praise, every plea for more, every mention of his name that escaped your lips brought him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Steve. Don't stop, baby, right there" you moaned in desperation, feeling your orgasm approaching. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, searching for something to help you connect with the real world as your brain overwhelmed with pleasure became lost in the sensations. "I'm so close, Steve. Please, don't stop."

"I can feel that... gripping me so tight, f-fuck," he murmured against your lips, giving you a sloppy wet kiss before moving his hand down to your pussy to play with your clit. "Are you gonna come for me?"

"Yes, yes! But I want to feel you first. I want you to cum inside me, Steve. Please, I need you to fill me up, pleaseee" you cried out in pleasure, not caring how pathetic you sounded.

Steve had never heard something so hot, every word going straight to his cock and bringing him closer to his orgasm. He noticed a single tear rolling down your cheek and it drove him crazy. The idea that you were so desperate to feel his cum inside you was more than he could take at the moment.

"You want me to fill you up, huh? You want to feel my cum dripping out of your sweet little cunt? Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Please, give it to me. I need to feel you cum inside me, please." you cried out as you dragged your fingernails down Steve's back. You were trying to hold in your orgasm, wanting to explode with pleasure at the same time he did, but it wasn't easy. The pace at which his hips were moving was devastating and the assault of his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves sent waves of electricity throughout your body.

"Oh fuck, you're so good to me, Y/N... so good," he murmured incoherently against the skin of your neck, letting his feelings take over as he chased his orgasm.

Steve's thrusts became faster and sloppier, his sensitive cock throbbing inside you with each stroke. You moved your hips along with his, purposefully tightening your muscles around his member to push him over the edge. He tried to warn you that he was about to cum, but his orgasm hit him with a force that left him unable to utter a single word. He could only let out a series of grunts against your neck as he released his load inside you, painting your walls with his cum. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his hot seed, his pleasure triggering your own orgasm.

"That's it, take it. Take all of me, there you go, nice and deep" you heard Steve say in the distance as your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body convulsed beneath him, wave after wave of electricity traveling through your nervous system, but that didn't stop him. Steve continued to move his hips against yours, fucking his cum into you and prolonging your orgasm.

It was too much, your poor overstimulated pussy was begging for mercy and more at the same time, confused about what it wanted. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced in your life and if it wasn't because you were tired you probably would have tried to go for a second round. You were sure Steve wouldn't have had a problem either, judging by the amount of cum that resided inside you and the way his half-hard cock kept moving inside you you assumed he wouldn't even need to rest for it. You were really tempted, but in the end you decided not to put up any resistance when he pulled out of you.

You felt incredibly empty when he rolled over to the side, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing Steve's cock. Though you could still feel his cum sliding down your thighs and that was enough to keep a smile on your face as you struggled to catch your breath.

"God, that was..." Steve said between ragged breaths, searching for the right words to describe what he was feeling.

"Late," you completed his sentence and you both let out a laugh. "We should have done that a long time ago."

"Yeah, but luckily we have the rest of our lives to catch up." He leaned over to you, taking your cheek in his hand to pull you closer to him and give you a soft kiss on the lips. It was much slower than the ones you had shared so far, filled with emotion. It was a promise, a subtle way of telling you that he was more than willing to bet on your relationship if that was what you wanted too. It made your heart race and butterflies flutter through your stomach.

However, the beautiful moment was interrupted by the incessant buzzing of your phone resting inside your purse somewhere in the room. Letting out a grunt of annoyance, you broke away from Steve in search of the device, finding on it several messages from Natasha about the mission you were supposed to be leading.

"Yeah, just not right now," you said after typing a quick reply to your friend. "Nat says they got the information they needed about a future meeting and a possible buyer so we should probably get going before something goes wrong."

"Oh yes, you're right." Steve got out of bed, looking for his clothes in the mess of forgotten garments on the floor. His cheeks had turned a subtle shade of pink, ashamed that he'd lost control like that and ended up having sex with you in the middle of a mission.

“Although I wouldn't mind if you paid me a visit in my room later for round 2.”

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