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Just Steve

A/N: The much awaited part 2 of Ethereal has finally arrived! The incredible gif is by my amazing bestie @justconfettiandsomeddew. I will never stop praising her for her immense talent (I actually cried when I first saw this) <3333

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Pairing: TWS!Steve Rogers x Neighbor!Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been on a few dates when you suddenly realize he's been keeping a big secret from you.

Warnings: Steve is (still) a literal golden retriever, some angst/frustration, Sad boi Stevie, reader acting irrational and then apologizing (lol). SMUT - p in v, fingering, grinding/making out, dirty talk, praise, Stevie showing his dominant side (i love that), a teeny tiny Captain kink lol, but all in all very soft, first time vibes

Word Count: 9000 (I'm not sorry)

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"What movie should we watch this time?"

You plop down on your couch next to Steve, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of it.

You swiftly pick up the remote, turning on your TV and immediately sifting through the options.

Steve watches as your brows furrow in concentration, draping his arm over the back of the couch. You lean into him unconsciously, pulling your feet up on the seat as your side relaxes into his.

"We've been working our way through Star Wars," he hums, his hand finding your shoulder to stroke it gently, "There are more than the three we watched, right?"

You snort, nodding at his words, "Yeah, obviously. I can't believe you've never watched those."

Steve chuckles quietly, his shoulders lifting in a shrug, "I was saving them, I guess."

You glance over at him, quirking a brow, "Waiting for the right girl, huh?"

Steve chuckles again, nodding, "Yeah, exactly. The right girl."

Your cheeks heat up a little at his words, your eyes holding his intensely. The hand on your shoulder slowly moves upwards, his fingers sliding into your hair.

"C'mere," he whispers softly as he pulls you closer, "You haven't kissed me yet, today."

You giggle quietly before leaning in, gently brushing your lips over his. He lets out a content sigh, the fingers in your hair tightening their hold when his lips chase yours.

His soft lips move over your own languidly, the hand at the back of your head controlling your motions when he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

You drop the remote before your fingers grip his t-shirt, leaning your body into his to kiss him more determinedly.

You swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, and he lets out a low groan before his plump lips part, his tongue tangling with your own.

His free hand slides up your thigh, and it makes you squirm a little, moaning softly into his mouth.

His fingers grip your flesh firmly, massaging your skin, your mind turning foggy.

But then you pull back right as his hand starts trailing higher.

"Stevie," you breathe out, your eyes fluttering open to look at him, "I need.."

You hesitate, and he tilts his head in a question, watching you intently. You want to lose yourself in the blue of his eyes, his pupils dilated as his gaze stays locked on your face.

"Can we.. Would it be okay if we.. Took it slow?" You whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "It's just, I.. I'm not.. That experienced, and I want it to mean something."

Steve's eyes search your face for a moment before he smiles, nodding gently, "Of course, sweetheart. We can wait as long as you need. I'm in no rush."

"Are you sure?" You whisper nervously. You wouldn't have imagined someone who looks like Steve to be used to taking it slow.

Steve nods again, tilting his head to kiss your palm, "I'm sure, baby. We'll take it slow. Don't worry."

You lean in to kiss him again, and Steve lets out a sound of surprise before you quickly pull back to curl up against him on the couch. You pick up the remote while his hand finds your hair again, stroking it gently as you press play.

You hang your coat on the rack at the entrance of Janine's apartment when you enter, toeing your shoes off before you walk inside.

"It's pouring outside," you complain, immediately heading to the open spaced kitchen for a glass of water. You spot her sitting on the couch next to Melanie, both of them with their backs to you as they watch something on TV. "I'm practically soaked."

Janine only hums in response, and so does Melanie, which makes you frown a little as you take a sip of your water. You glance at the screen, noticing it's the news, before putting down your glass and taking a few steps closer to them, "You guys. Did you hear me?"

Melanie shushes you, keeping her eyes locked on the screen, "Shh, we're trying to watch this, something is happening."

Your frown deepens as you walk over to the couch, taking a seat next to Melanie. You lower your voice, watching the screen, "What's going on?"

You can hardly tell what's happening, it's some form of fight, the news feed is chaotic and unable to focus properly.

Then your eyes suddenly widen in surprise, "Holy shit, are those robots?"

"Yeah," Janine mumbles, "Killer fucking robots."

"Jesus," you breathe out, leaning forward a little to get a better look, "Where is that?"

"Sokovia," Melanie responds quietly, "it's a country in Europe."

"Oh.." you watch in fascination, your interest piquing when you see a robot in red and gold. "Why does that robot look different from the others? And why is it fighting them?"

Melanie snorts, "That's not a robot, that's Iron Man."

You turn to look at her, "Is he that tech guy turned superhero?"

"Yeah," Janine nods, keeping her eyes on the screen, "Tony Stark."

You hum and nod, glancing back at the TV.

"Why are the Avengers there? I thought they only fought crime in the US."

"They fight crime wherever there is crime," Melanie states, "They're not like the military, they're more like independent contractors."

You nod again, leaning back on the couch before you cross one leg over the other. Then you gesture at the screen when you spot someone shooting arrows, snorting in amusement, "He's shooting arrows at robots? That's ridiculous. Is this real?"

"Yes, it's real," Janine says before looking at you pointedly, "And that's Hawkeye, he's incredible, you know. He's fighting alongside the others with no super powers and no special enhancements."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh, okay. Yeah, that is actually pretty cool."

"They're all really cool," Melanie corrects, "Every single one of them is like a mini god."

"Oh, I've heard of the god guy," You interject quickly, "He's the one wlth the hammer. I saw it on instagram."

"Yeah, Thor," Janine says absentmindedly, "He's a dreamboat."

You watch the screen for a while longer until you spot a shield flying through the air.

"That's Captain America, right? The one with the shield?"

You watch as the shield is caught by a big guy wearing a navy suit and a cowl, not noticing how your friends share a look between the two of them.

"It is," Janine says, eyeing you hesitantly, "I didn't think you knew about him."

"I don't know much," you shrug, watching the screen, "But I remember that it was a big deal when they found him in that freezer, or whatever."

"The ice," Melanie snorts, "They found him in ice."

"Same thing," You shrug, "He's a bit too patriotic for my taste."

"Is that so?" Janine inquires, glancing at you, "You don't like him?"

"I don't really have an opinion, but he wouldn't be my favorite," You state, slowly getting bored as you watch the action unfolding.

"Should I get us some snacks?" You ask, and before Janine can even respond, you get up from the couch to walk to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get us some snacks."

You tune out your surroundings while you get chips and make some popcorn, oblivious to the quiet conversation happening on the couch.

"She still doesn't know?" Melanie whispers to Janine, "How has he not told her yet?"

"We're not even sure if it really is him," Janine responds, "It could just be a coincidence. The name thing."

"Yeah, okay, you're right," Melanie nods slowly, mulling it over before she says, "But she said he was really hot, though."

"Lots of guys are hot," Janine scoffs, "Doesn't mean anything. If it really was him, we would have known about it by now."

"Yeah, but what-"

"All good!" You cheer as you walk back towards the couch. You place the snacks on the coffee table before you plop down in your former spot.

You reach over to take a handful of popcorn, chewing them while you ask, "Are we gonna watch this all day?"

Melanie looks over at you before she grabs the bowl of popcorn to hold it in her lap, "Do you not want to watch it? I mean, it's pretty interesting, you have to admit that."

"Sure," you shrug, chewing another handful, "But you guys know I'm not into those Avenger guys. Like that one, Captain America, what a pretentious fucking douchebag name. And his costume is even worse."

You gesture to the screen, watching as the camera follows the giant shield flying through the air.

"You just know he'll be the type of guy to be all full of himself, he's probably not even-"

Your sentence is cut short when the camera follows the shield as it's caught. You practically choke when the camera zooms in and you recognize Steve's face, now no longer obscured by the cowl he was wearing earlier.

Melanie and Janine both turn to look at you at your abrupt silence, their brows furrowing in anticipation.

"Holy shit," you breathe out, panicking when the camera pans away to focus on a red-haired woman instead, "Wait, stop! Go back, rewind! Rewind!"

You jump up from the couch, yelling loudly and making Janine flail for the remote. She does as instructed, and watches in part amusement and part horror as you round the coffee table to get closer to the screen.

"Right there! Stop!" You exclaim when the camera focuses on Steve's face. Your mouth drops open, your heart practically stopping in your chest.

"Oh my god," you whisper, dumbly reaching out to touch the screen, "Oh my god. It's Steve."

Melanie and Janine glance at each other before Melanie hesitantly asks, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure!" You yell in response, keeping your eyes locked on the TV, "You think I don't recognize my own fucking boyfriend?!"

"Boyfriend?" Janine quips, "Since when is he your boyfriend?"

Her words make you whip around to face the two of them, your lips clamping shut. You let out a small huff before you say, "He isn't, technically, but he could be, eventually.. You know?"

Then you glance back at the TV as you hurriedly say, "And anyway, that's not the point! The point is that Steve is on TV and he's wearing that stupid costume and throwing a shield around!"

You immediately turn to look at them again, "Steve is Captain America! Is he?! Is Steve Captain America?!"

Janine smiles softly before Melanie hesitantly says, "He uh.. He might be, yes."

"WHAT?!"

"We had our suspicions," she continues, exchanging a glance with Janine, "But we weren't sure. We figured you'd know, if he really was.. You know?"

You huff in annoyance, immediately digging your phone out of your pocket and finding his number.

"What are you doing?" Melanie asks as she watches you.

"Calling him," you grumble, "Gotta find out if it's really true or not."

"Babe, he's literally in a giant fight, the newscast is live. He won't answer."

"Then I'll leave a fucking message," you seethe, pressing his name before you bring the phone to your ear.

The call immediately goes to voicemail.

"You've reached Steve Rogers. Please leave a message after the tone."

As soon as you hear the beep, it's like your mind goes blank, making you spew out your thoughts angrily.

"Steven! Please explain to me why I'm currently watching you throw a GIANT FRISBEE AFTER KILLER ROBOTS?! YOU BETTER HOPE YOU DIE IN THAT FIGHT BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, BEST BELIEVE I WILL FINISH THE JOB FOR THEM!"

You hang up with another loud huff, Janine and Melanie watching you in horror.

"I can't believe you just said that!" Janine exclaims, "What the fuck?!"

Steve slumps down in his seat on the quinjet, still reeling from the fight he just went through.

He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, the suit clammy and grimey after wearing it for so long. He knows he's covered in sweat and dirt, he doesn't need a mirror to tell him that, and he has no doubt that even a super soldier smells horrific after such an ordeal.

Natasha takes a seat next to him, staying unusually quiet as she sighs. He glances over at her, offering her a small smile, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she says with a nod, and within a moment it's passed, it's like her mask is back up, shielding her emotions from the world. She smiles at him, nudging his shoulder, "Okay, so, about that date I promised to set you up on, there's this girl-"

"No need," Steve cuts her off, putting his hand up to stop her, "I'm good."

"Steve, come on," Natasha smiles, "You can't be alone forever. You deserve someone in your life."

Steve nods, the corners of his lips raising in a smirk, looking down at his hands folded in his lap.

Natasha catches on immediately.

She cocks a brow, tilting her head while scanning his face, "Oh, I see. You already do, don't you?"

Steve offers a bashful shrug, grinning when he looks up at her again, "Maybe."

"Oh damn," Natasha grins, "And you did it all on your own? Well done, bud! Who is she?"

He snorts at her wording, "I'm not a kid, Nat. Stop patronizing me. And she's my neighbor, actually."

Natasha nods, smiling widely at him, "That's great, Rogers. I'm happy to hear that. Did you call her to let you know you're safe and sound yet?"

Steve's brows furrow in response, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, "Well, uh, you see.."

Natasha frowns, her eyes narrowing.

"She doesn't really know I'm Cap.. Yet."

Natasha's frown only deepens, "What do you mean, she doesn't know? How can she not know? We're on the news practically every day."

Steve shrugs, "Beats me. At first I thought she just didn't recognize me when I introduced myself. But she's never mentioned it, ever. We even talked about the army, and she asked me about it, told me about her brother being a soldier. Still nothing, no recognition, no realization, nothing. I think she legitimately doesn't know it's me."

Natasha's brows raise in surprise, "She must not watch the news a lot."

Steve snorts and chuckles, "No, probably not. But it's been nice, actually. I've been able to pretend I'm just a normal guy, taking her on normal dates. I don't have to be Cap all the time. With her, I can just be Steve. I haven't gotten to be just Steve since before the serum."

Natasha smiles softly, "That's great, Rogers. That's really great. That's how it's supposed to be."

Steve smiles warmly, humming as he nods.

"So where does she think you are?"

"At work," he replies with another shrug, "Told her I work for the military, which isn't a complete lie."

"But we've been gone for a week," Natasha counters, "Did you let her know you're on your way back home?"

Steve's lips purse momentarily before he starts fumbling around for his phone, "No, you're right, I should probably let her know.."

Natasha chuckles, watching how he pats his suit down before he finally finds the old flip-phone.

"Good idea. And you should consider investing in a new phone."

"This works fine," Steve frowns, flipping it open and turning it on, "Why would I get a new one if this one works? I have my work phone, but it has so many unnecessary features, most of the time I prefer using this one."

Natasha chuckles again, making Steve look at her in confusion, but then his attention is pulled back to his phone when it pings.

"Oh, I have a voice message," he mumbles absentmindedly, brows furrowing as he presses the buttons.

"Maybe it's from her," Natasha smiles, watching his large fingers hitting the small buttons clumsily. "You know, buttons wouldn't be an issue if you upgraded to a smart-phone," she sasses, making Steve shake his head.

He presses play on the message, his brows raising when he hears your voice blaring loudly through the speaker.

"Oh shit," Steve breathes out, his eyes widening in terror, "Oh fuck."

"I like her," Natasha chuckles when the message ends, "She seems feisty. You need someone feisty."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Steve mumbles, frowning as he opens up his texting app.

"Language," Natasha states, but she can tell his mind is elsewhere when he doesn't even react.

She looks down at the phone in his hand, horrified once she realizes what he's doing. She immediately snags the flip-phone out of his grasp, shutting it swiftly.

"Hey!-"

"Absolutely not, Rogers," she interrupts, looking at him pointedly, "You do not respond to something like that with a fucking text."

Steve's face is tense in worry, his eyes searching Natasha's for answers, "Then what do I do? I have to fix it, apologize so she doesn't-"

"You do that face to face," Natasha states, interrupting him again. "And you bring her flowers, maybe chocolate, too. Judging by how angry she sounded, I'd say chocolate would be smart."

"Chocolate?" He asks in confusion, tilting his head, "Why?"

"Because you're apologizing for lying to her, and the best way to do that is by giving her candy. And flowers."

"But I didn't lie, I was just-"

"You weren't being truthful," Natasha corrects, "And not being truthful equals lying. I think you already know you should have told that girl the truth a long time ago. How many dates have you been on?"

"Just a few," Steve mumbles, glancing at his phone currently still in Natasha's hand, "We went for a ride on my bike, and then I went over to her place for tea, and then-"

"Tea?" Natasha asks, cocking a brow, "Is that code for something?"

Steve looks up at her in confusion, "Like what?"

Natasha watches his confused expression, trying to decipher whether he's kidding or not, before she bluntly asks, "Have you had sex yet?"

As soon as the words leave her lips, she spots the pink tinging Steve's cheeks. He breaks eye contact, slowly shaking his head, "No, we haven't had sex yet. We've kissed, the first time when I went to her place for tea. And then a few other times, too. We had some movie dates.. It was nice."

"Nice? Just nice? A kiss should preferably be better than nice."

"Oh no, the kiss was amazing," Steve quickly interjects as he looks up at her, "It blew my freaking mind, that's why I kept wanting to do it."

Natasha chuckles at his sweet demeanor, "Okay, good. I got worried for a second. So you've kissed, but you're taking it slow otherwise, huh?"

"Yeah, I uh.." Steve hesitates, running a hand through his hair nervously before his voice lowers, "I kinda haven't.. Done that.. Since I came out of the ice.."

"Oh," Natasha breathes out, her brows raising, "I see."

"Yeah, but we've been taking it slow," he shrugs, "It's not like I've been holding off, but we're both just enjoying the others company."

"That's cute," Natasha smiles, "I'm glad you finally found someone you actually like."

Steve chuckles, nodding as he says, "I do, I really like her. She's cute, and funny. Smart, too. Very sweet. Kind. Beautiful."

Natasha hums at his words, Steve's eyes dropping to his phone before he whispers, "Now I just need to figure out how to fix the mistake I made.."

You pull on a pair of sleep shorts when your doorbell rings at a quarter to ten at night.

You're practically scowling as you walk towards your front door, still in a bad mood from earlier.

You're in your night shirt, prepared for bed already, and you're unfazed at your demeanor as you pull open your front door, brows pulled into a deep frown.

But it somehow turns deeper when you realize who's standing on the other side of the threshold.

You huff, eyes narrowing as you glare up at the blonde man towering over you, "What are you doing here?"

Steve's brows furrow in confusion, his head tilting a little, "I got your message. I came here as soon as I could, I wanted to explain.." He trails off, before remembering what he brought, raising both hands to show you the box of chocolates in one and a bouquet of roses in the other.

Your icy facade thaws just a little bit when you take it all in, but then it hardens again when your eyes trail over his form.

He's wearing a blue leather suit, a uniform, complete with red and white stripes, and a silver star on his chest. His face is dirty, his hair matted, and you realize he wasn't exaggerating when he said he came straight here.

"Can I come in?"

Steve's voice pulls you from your thoughts, your eyes meeting his. The familiar baby blue of them makes your heart skip a beat, breaking down your resistance.

You step aside, gesturing for him to enter your apartment, and he takes the hint immediately. You close the door behind him once he's walked inside, turning around to face you as he holds out his full hands again.

"Here, these are for you," he murmurs quietly, studying your expression, "A friend told me it would help you forgive me.."

You reluctantly take the flowers and chocolates, bringing them into the kitchen with you. You place them on the kitchen island before walking around it in search for a vase.

Steve unhooks the shield from his back and places it to rest against the wall before he follows you into the kitchen, his heart aching slightly at your uncharacteristic silence.

He watches as you rise up on your tiptoes to reach into the cabinet for a vase, and it takes everything in him to not step in and grab it for you.

You fill the vase with water before you place it on the counter top, carefully arranging the roses when you place them in it. Once you're done, you take a deep breath and turn to the blonde super soldier standing awkwardly in your kitchen.

"So," you say, your arms crossing over your chest, "You're Captain America."

Steve nods hesitantly, his blue eyes watching you carefully, "Yes, I am."

"And why didn't you tell me?" You ask sternly, your eyes narrowed as you hold his gaze.

Steve lets out a deep sigh, his form deflating a little when his eyes break away from yours. "I liked that I didn't have to be Cap around you. I liked just being Steve."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "What? What does that even mean?"

"I've been Cap in every aspect of my life since they gave me the serum," Steve states, his baby blues meeting yours again, "Every part of my life has been about Cap. Every choice I've made, every person I've known, every single meal I've eaten has been for Cap, about Cap. I didn't realize I would be giving up being Steve when I became this, but for a long time it's felt like it."

Your eyes search his, your features softening slowly.

"And then you come along and for the first time I got to be just Steve. I got to just be me, I got to take you on normal dates, got to drink tea and watch movies and not have to think about anything other than how soft your lips felt. I didn't want to give that up. I was being selfish."

Your heart hurts at his words, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt to fiddle with it.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," Steve says earnestly, "I just wanted to pretend to be normal for as long as I could. I was worried everything would change once you found out."

"Steve, I-" you hesitate, practically drowning in the blue of his eyes. He looks vulnerable, opening up to you in such a personal way, it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

"I'm sorry," you say honestly, "I'm sorry you felt that way. And I'm sorry for being such an asshole about it."

Your gaze drops to the floor, a pang of guilt in your chest. You shouldn't have yelled at him, if you'd known how he really felt, you wouldn't have.

Steve's head tilts, a soft smile working its way onto his face, "Yeah, you're right. You're just an asshole."

"Yeah," You whisper, nodding as tears gather in your waterline. You sniffle to keep them at bay, but instead it triggers them, and Steve's heart breaks when he sees them trailing down your cheeks.

"Oh god, please don't," he says quietly, taking hesitant steps closer until he's right in front of you, "Sweetheart, please don't cry. I was trying to lighten the mood, I'm sorry."

You sniffle again, lifting your head to look up at him, "I'm sorry."

Steve's heart aches, smiling sadly, "Stop apologizing, please. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"But I yelled at you," you whisper, tears now flowing freely down your face, "I was.. m-mean to you."

Suddenly, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You press your cheek against the firm muscle, the leather suit rubbing your skin comfortingly. Your arms wrap around his waist, your hands doing their best to curl in the material.

He brushes his large hand through your hair, shushing you gently, "it'll be alright, honey. It's okay. I'm not mad at you. You're not an asshole."

You sniffle again, mumbling against his chest, "Sometimes I just say things without thinking."

Steve chuckles, placing a kiss in your hair, "I like when you say things."

You giggle quietly, lifting your head to look up at him, "Even when it's not nice?"

Steve smiles, his hand cupping your cheek before he swipes away a tear with his thumb. His leather glove is warm against your skin, making you nuzzle into it gently, "I prefer when you're nice, but I'll take any part of you I can get, sweetheart."

You look up at him in adoration, your hands sliding down his back to his waist, "I'll take any part of you I can get too, Stevie. I'm sorry I got angry, in all honesty I was just scared and I reacted poorly. Seeing you up there was.. Scary. Terrifying, really. I'm worried it might take a while for me to get used to.."

Steve nods in understanding, "Of course. To be honest, I'd be more concerned if you weren't worried. At least this way I know you care about me."

You scoff and chuckle, shaking your head as you look up at him, "You really think I don't care about you?"

He quirks a teasing brow, which makes you laugh as you say, "Fine, maybe I could be better at showing it.."

Your eyes gaze over his face, taking in the dirt on his skin and his mussed up hair.

"Actually, I think I have a really good idea of how I can show you."

"How's the water?"

You pick up the discarded leather suit from the floor, doing your best to not outrightly stare at the muscled adonis currently reclined in your bathtub. His legs are bent at the knees, showing off part of his thick thighs, his firm chest shiny from the water. His biceps are bulging at the relaxed bent state he has them in, one huge arm hanging off the side of the tub, his long slender fingers reaching the floor.

Steve's head is resting on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed as a content sigh leave his lips.

"It's amazing."

"Let me know if it gets too cold," you mumble bashfully, sneaking another glance at the greek god currently filling out your tub. Your eyes keep moving to his spread out thighs, and the area between them haphazardly concealed by the bubbles floating around the surface.

Steve only hums, the hand draped over the side of the tub absentmindedly reaching out for you. His fingers brush up your ankle to your calf, your heart doing an excited thump when he gently strokes your skin.

"Thank you for this, sweetheart," he murmurs, eyes lazily opening until his baby blues can find you, "You didn't have to."

You smile softly, your chest feeling warm and fuzzy as you take in the sleepy smile on his face, "It's not a problem, Stevie. Just relax. Use the oils, if you want. Lavender is good for winding down."

His smile widens a little, holding loving eye contact, which you break after a moment because your nerves get the better of you. You glance down at the suit bundled up in your arms, "You sure this thing can go in the washer?"

Steve chuckles, "Yeah, don't worry. No dryer, though. I tried doing that once, it ruined my old one."

You snort, a small giggle spilling past your lips, "I would imagine. You shouldn't tumble dry leather."

Steve just shrugs as you look at him again, it's like he's melting into the bath and it makes you let out another quiet giggle. "I'm gonna go start the washer. Be right back."

His fingers slide up your leg momentarily until he lets you go, and you take a deep breath once you've stepped out of the bathroom. You hurriedly move to your utility room, putting the suit in the washer and starting the load.

Once you walk back into the hallway, you almost stumble over the large shield propped up against the wall. You smile in amusement, bending down to gently touch the sleek metal.

Your brows raise in surprise at how smooth it feels, safe for the thin ridges cut into it to make out the circles and star. You glance down the hall towards the bathroom, the door open a smidge, your ears tuning in when you hear the water running.

Your eyes move back to the shield, careful fingers gripping it and raising it to your height. It's surprisingly light, something you wouldn't have figured, and you turn it around in your hands, your head tilting curiously when you see the leather straps attached to the back of it.

You react before you can think, directing your arm to go through the straps before your hand grips one to hold it up. You turn towards the mirror by your coat stand, your lips raising in a wide smile when you hold up the large shield in front of your body.

It's huge in size, practically swallowing you up, and it makes you let out a chuckle.

"Doesn't look this huge on him," you mumble, turning in front of the mirror as you hold up the shield. You try to move your arm around carefully, but the shield suddenly feels heavier when all its weight is put on just one arm.

"Damn," you murmur quietly, "He really is strong."

You try to grip it more firmly, imaging having to throw it around and catch it, and it makes your eyes widen a little.

He's really, really strong.

Your mind wanders at the thought; obviously, you always knew Steve was bigger and stronger than you, the way he towers over you is a testament to that. But it suddenly hits you that he's not just normally strong, no; he's super strong, and for some reason the thought makes your body tingle all over.

Your fingers swipe over the curved edge of the shield as you hold it up in front of you, your eyes transfixed on the image, mind swimming with possibilities. In fact, you're so occupied by your own thoughts that you don't hear the tub being drained.

"Sweetheart, do you have anything I could put on?"

You whip around to face Steve when he suddenly emerges from the bathroom, his brows immediately furrowing when he spots you holding his shield.

He's in nothing but a very flimsy towel, one that fits you fine but looks comically small on his large frame. It's tied around his hips, giving you a perfect view of his firm pecks and chiseled abs, barely covering his crotch before it ends midway down his thick thighs.

Steve quirks a brow at you, his gaze taking you in as you hold up his shield, your brows raised in surprise at being caught. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, large biceps bulging at the action, while he leisurely leans against the wall, keeping his baby blues locked on you.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here?"

You let out a squeak, fumbling to get your arm out of the leather straps and almost dropping the shield on the floor, but it only makes Steve chuckle.

"Relax," he says with a smile, "It's fine. How does it feel?"

Your fingers tighten their hold a little to steady it, cheeks heating up as he looks at you. You mumble bashfully, "It's uhm.. It's pretty cool.."

"Yeah?" Steve grins, pushing off the wall and strolling closer. You try to keep your eyes on his face, and not on his god-like body that's still damp and shiny from his bath.

Not to mention the small towel that is most likely obstructing what would have been an even better view....

"Not too heavy?" Steve inquires, glancing down at the shield when he reaches you, "It looks a little big on you."

You let out a nervous giggle, nodding when his eyes flit back up to meet yours. "Yeah, it's a little big. I didn't think it'd be that heavy, but the longer I hold it with one arm like this, the heavier it becomes."

Steve chuckles, nodding as his fingers reach out to grip the edge, lifting it up to give you some reprieve, "Yeah, I know. You get used to it though."

He holds it up for you while you carefully maneuver your arm out, smiling up at him, "Can't believe you throw that thing around. Guess you're really strong, huh?"

Steve laughs, swiftly pushing his arm through the leather straps and holding the shield up in front of him. He holds it effortlessly, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and it stirs odd feelings inside you as you watch him.

"I guess," he says with a smile, watching your expression carefully, "I don't really think about it, anymore. In the beginning I had to adjust a lot; I wasn't used to being strong before the serum. Sometimes I still have to remind myself to be.. gentle."

Your breath hitches quietly at his wording, the look on his face as he says it. His eyes are boring into you, the blue slowly being swallowed out by his pupils, and nerves prickle your skin when you remember he's in nothing but a small towel right now.

You avert your gaze from his, clearing your throat quickly, "Right, uh, I guess that's.. Hard."

Steve nods immediately, pulling his arm out of the leather straps before he places the shield on the floor again, "Right, yeah, it can be.. yes.."

He stands back up, eyes slowly moving over your face, your heart beating rapidly in your chest when those baby blues meet yours again.

You can feel the nervous energy burning through you, like a rapid fire setting you alight. Your heart is pounding, you hear it in your damn ears, standing frozen in place right in front of the blonde super soldier who somehow managed to steal your heart in such a short amount of time.

Steve's lips slowly part as you both stand there, staring at each other, his chest rising and falling steadily as his eyes bounce between yours.

You can't stand this for even a second longer.

"Oh, fuck this," you murmur before you take a step, closing the space between you. You reach up to cup his face, guiding it down until his lips can meet yours.

Steve doesn't skip a beat, his strong hands find your hips, and you comply when they lift you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms slung over his shoulders as you continue the passionate attack on his lips.

Steve groans lowly, his hands sliding down to your ass, holding you tight against him. You kiss him messily, your fingers curling in his hair, still damp from his bath.

"Bedroom," you moan against his lips, legs tightening around him when he bites down on your bottom lip, "Bedroom, please."

Steve grunts in agreement, stumbling down the hall in the direction of your bedroom while his soft lips continue possessing yours, a whimper pulled from you when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Once he makes his way to your bedroom, he drops you on the mattress, a whine of annoyance just about to leave your lips at the loss of contact. But it takes less than a second before he's back, his large frame looming over you as he leans down, his lips landing on yours again with fervor.

Your legs spread on instinct, allowing him to slot his large body between them, the fact that the towel has still managed to cover him after the commotion an afterthought in your mind.

Your hands are back in his hair, fingers sliding through the blonde strands as your legs lock around his narrow waist.

You pull him closer, moaning into his mouth when he complies and you feel his hardness pressing against your needy core.

"Stevie," you whimper against his lips, the soldier not ceasing his insistence to steal your breath away, "Need you. Need you so bad."

Steve groans, a guttural sound stemming from his chest before he suddenly pulls away, just enough to look at you. His wild eyes bounce between yours nervously, his brows furrowing slightly, "You sure? You said you wanted to take things slow, and that's-"

"No," you immediately whine, shaking your head, "No more slow, no. Please. I need to feel you, be close to you. I was so worried today, so angry, and sad, and worried, and hurting. I was so worried I'd never get to do this, never get to be close to you like this, and then after I was such an asshole, I was worried I'd lost you before you'd ever really been mine."

His features soften, his breathing heavy as he scans your face. His lips raise in a soft smile, words a small whisper, "I've been yours this entire time, sweetheart. You'd have to fight me off with an army for me to stay away. And even then, I probably wouldn't."

Your heart soars and emotion floods you, you can almost feel the tears pricking at the back of your eyes, but before you let them ruin the moment, you pull him back to you, your lips already missing the touch of his.

Steve kisses you carefully, his hands sliding up your sides and under the sleep shirt you're wearing. You sigh against his lips, lifting off the bed a little when his fingers grip the hem of your shirt to pull it off.

Your lips part from his when he lifts the shirt over your head, already reaching out for him to come back, but he doesn't oblige. Instead, he leans back until he's sitting on his haunches, his warm hands caressing your waist as he looks down at you.

"Fuck," he whispers, eyes trailing over your exposed chest, "I already knew you'd be beautiful, but.."

Your cheeks heat up, your smile turning shy as you watch him drink up every exposed inch of you.

His baby blues flit up to meet yours, hands slowly sliding up your stomach until his fingers brush the underside of your breasts.

You release a shaky breath, letting your hands trail up his forearms just as his hands glide over your breasts, two large palms giving them an experimental squeeze.

Steve lets out a quiet sound, one that's caught in his throat when his eyes flick back down to your breasts, watching as his nimble fingers squeeze your nipples between them.

You let out a small whimper, a sound that shoots through Steve like lightning, and he repeats the action, baby blues landing back on your face.

You squirm a little on the bed, hips bucking up involuntarily when he toys with your nipples, watching how your brows furrow and lips part.

Just as you're about to complain that you need more, his hands slide back down, heating your skin as they go, his fingers curling in the waistband of your shorts.

He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod hesitantly, but that's not enough for him.

"Aw baby, I thought you were a big girl, isn't that what you told me? C'mon, then. Use your big girl words for me."

His words stir something inside you, croaking out a quiet, "Please don't stop."

Steve hums in approval, slowly tugging down your shorts. It takes him no time to slide them down your legs, helping you maneuver around so he can pull them off, before he tosses them aside, not even glancing at where they land.

His large palms grip your inner thighs, slowly spreading you wide for him, eyes locked on yours until you're spread out for him. He looks down at your needy center, a groan bubbling up in his chest when he takes in your exposed body, letting his thumbs gently stroke the inside of your thighs, right next to where you need him most.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, slowly taking in your naked form until he's back to watching your face, "You're so beautiful, I could look at you for the rest of my life."

Nerves swirl around your body wildly, your heart thumping in your chest, but you don't have time to think about the gravity of his words.

Because his hands are inching closer, thumbs gently swiping over your folds teasingly, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip when he swipes one down your slit.

"You're soaked," he comments, tilting his head as he looks at you, "What got you so worked up, hm baby?"

You want to make a sassy retort but you can't, because his fingers put more pressure on your core, collecting your slick, and it makes you glance down at the part of his body that's still covered by a towel, much to your dismay.

"Steve," you breathe out shakily when his fingers move up to circle your bundle of nerves, "Stevie, please."

"What's that?" he teases, his lips lifting in a smirk, "Sorry sweetheart, didn't hear you."

"Steve," you whine, back arching when his thumb swipes over your clit while he slowly pushes a thick finger inside you, "Fuck, I need you."

Steve hums in response, watching how his finger disappears into you, how your body opens up to him so beautifully.

"I know sweetheart," he murmurs, leaning over your body to look at you. He rests his weight on his forearm as he looms over you, adding another finger inside you and slowly pumping them in and out in tune with his thumb on your clit, "Gotta get you ready first, though."

You moan at how his thick digits play you like a finely tuned instrument, reaching up to cup his face. You bring him down to you, lips greedily taking his as his fingers pick up pace.

When he adds another finger to your aching hole, you let out a whine, and Steve takes the opportunity of your parted lips to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You mewl into his mouth when he starts fingering you more determinedly, your hands curling in his blonde locks as your hips buck up against his hand.

"Yeah, you like that?" He murmurs against your lips, making you nod eagerly, "Mmh, I can tell baby, you're squeezing my fingers so tight. You wanna come, hm?"

You nod again, pulling on his hair, which only makes him chuckle as he tucks his face into your neck, "Want that too. Want you to soak my fingers, need to make my best girl feel good."

His lips suck on your neck, making you keen under him, the coil in your stomach tightening and making your body tense in anticipation.

His thumb continues its expert assault on your clit, your hips bucking up before you start trembling, and when you come undone with a cry Steve groans, "That's it, there you go. Fuck yes, you're doing so well for me baby. Good girl, c'mon, keep going."

He doesn't let up, his fingers keep torturing you as you come, prolonging your orgasm, and you can feel your entire body starting to shake violently as you soak his hand in your juices.

You gasp loudly, slumping into the mattress when he finally lets up his assault, but you don't get much of a reprieve, because his lips are back, moving possessively over yours.

"We can stop, if you want," he mumbles against your lips, leaning his heavy weight on top of you when you wrap your arms over his shoulders, "We don't have to."

"Want to," you whisper immediately, "Want to feel you."

Steve pulls back a little, eyes meeting yours earnestly, "I'm serious, sweetheart. We can wait, we don't-"

"Steven," you interrupt, doing your best to keep your voice steady, "I want this. Please, I need this. Need you to fuck me. Need to feel you."

Steve's jaw tenses at your words, and it takes everything in him to remind himself to be gentle with you.

"I want this too," he replies, cupping your cheek, "More than anything, you have no idea. But, I.."

"What?" You ask, your brows furrowing at the serious expression on his face, "Stevie, what's wrong?"

He sighs, his thumb stroking your cheek and swiping over your bottom lip, "I uhm.. You know, the serum enhances everything. And I, uh, I haven't really been with anyone since I came out of the ice. So I just.. Don't know what to expect."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh.. Okay.. I see.. Would you.. Would you rather wait? Because we can-"

"No!" He immediately exclaims, making you giggle at his eagerness. It lightens the tension a little, a smile working its way onto his face, "No, I don't want to wait, but I do want you to tell me if I'm hurting you. I don't want to hurt you. So please tell me if you want to stop at any point."

You nod, a slight worry running through you that you do your best to hide, "Okay, I promise. I'll tell you to stop if it hurts."

Steve nods, placing a kiss on your forehead before he pulls back to lean on his haunches again. You raise your upper body a little, leaning on your elbows as you watch him shyly unwrap the towel from his waist.

You don't even notice when he tosses it on the floor because your eyes are transfixed by what was just revealed to you.

Your mouth gapes open as you look at his cock, so much thicker and larger than any cock you've ever seen in your entire fucking life.

Considering Steve's size, it doesn't seem that crazy, but considering how massive he is compared to you, you suddenly realize why he was hesitant about this.

You clamp your mouth shut once you realize you've been gawking at his dick, your eyes darting up to meet his.

His brows are furrowed slightly, his expression worried as he waits for you to speak.

"That's-" you hesitate, quickly glancing down at his cock again before you look at his face, "That's a.. That's a really big dick."

Steve snorts out a surprised laugh at your wording, his tense form easing up a little and making you giggle as well.

He swipes a hand through his hair, shaking his head in amusement when his baby blues find you again, "You really do say things without thinking, huh?"

You shrug, tilting your head when your gaze travels down his body to focus on the massive member between his thighs, "Sometimes I get.. Overwhelmed."

He smirks, watching as you keep your eyes on his cock, and he's not disappointed when your teeth dig into your bottom lip right as he wraps one of his large hands around the base of it.

He pumps it leisurely, watching how you swallow thickly, before he husks out, "Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want – no, fucking need – to be inside you."

Your eyes immediately flit up to his, your thighs instinctively spreading as you reply, "Just be gentle with me, Captain."

Steve suppresses the low growl building in his chest as his title rolls off your tongue, his fist squeezing the base of his cock to calm himself.

"I promise," he replies, leaning over you again as he keeps his fist wrapped around his cock, "I promise to always be gentle with you."

You lie back and reach up to cup his face, your breath hitching when he rubs the thick mushroom head of his cock between your folds, spreading around your juices. You tilt your hips a little, spreading your thighs as wide as they can go, holding searing eye contact when his tip catches on your entrance.

He breaches your hole, slowly pushing inside and forcing your walls to stretch around him, and you can immediately tell it's going to be a tight fit.

Apparently, Steve can too, because he instantly lets out a choked, "Oh shit, you're so tight baby, fuck."

Your brows furrow a little, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to focus on relaxing around him, helping him inside, a whine bubbling up in your throat when he manages to push the tip inside you.

"You okay?" he whispers breathlessly, eyes watching you intensely, "I can pull out if you-"

"Fuck no," you breathe out, wide eyes holding his, "Don't you fucking stop, keep g-going."

Steve hesitates, but you don't give him a chance to consider his options when you pull his face down to you, your lips taking his as your hands slide down his back.

He grunts into your mouth, instinctively pushing deeper inside you in response, and it makes you let out a loud moan against his lips.

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing, his wide girth stretching you beyond your wildest dreams. Every time you think he's fully inside, he gives you a little more, and it knocks the breath from your lungs when he finally pushes fully inside, his heavy balls resting against your ass.

You whimper, and Steve groans lowly, his lips not letting up as they move over yours. Your fingers dig into his shoulders when his hips pull back only to push forward again, your entire body jolting in response.

He sets off a slow pace, doing his best to be gentle, and it helps you relax a bit, the stinging gradually turning into pleasure.

"Fuck," you cry when he tucks his face into your neck, leaning his entire heavy weight on top of you as he starts rutting into you more eagerly, "Oh god, Stevie, fuck."

Steve moans into your ear, his hot breath on your skin, voice breathless, "Fuck-oh shit-oh my god, you're so tight. God you feel so good, oh fuck."

You mewl, nails raking down his back when his hips pick up pace, his heavy grunts only spurring you on.

"Shit, you're sucking me right back in whenever I try to pull out. You're so tight sweetheart, but your pussy just keeps sucking me in. You're squeezing me so fucking tight, I'm not gonna be able to last long."

You let out breathy moans, quickly turning whinier when his cock throbs against your walls, the tip of his cock continuously rubbing against that spongy spot inside you.

You can't focus on anything other than the pleasure shooting through your body, his thick cock dragging against your walls as he fucks into you, reaching deeper than anyone you've ever been with before.

"Stevie, oh, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, ah!"

Steve growls at your words, suddenly swiveling his hips, and it makes you cry out as you get thrown into a climax so unusual to what you've felt before. You've never been able to come just from sex, and the sensation is different than you're used to, but it makes your body wind tight and burn deliciously, a euphoria crashing over you in waves.

Steve feels it when every emotion floods your body, and he feels when you come around him, your walls squeezing him like a vice.

He lets out a shout, his hips pushing flush against yours as he whimpers against your neck, his warmth flooding your insides.

You let out a pathetic sound as you slowly come back down from your high, your fingers gently stroking his back as Steve pants against your skin.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving a few soft kisses while he trails up to your jaw.

Your fingers slide into his hair, smiling softly when he pulls back a little to look at you, and then you both let out a giddy laugh as you look at each other.

"That was pretty fucking amazing," you whisper breathlessly, "Why did we wait so long to do that?"

Steve chuckles, pecking your lips before he whispers against them, "I don't know. But don't worry, we'll never have to again. Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready for round two."

"Okay," You smile, twirling a blonde strand of hair around your finger, "But while we wait, will you tell me about what your life was like in the past?"

Steve's smile turns shy, "You want to know about that?"

You nod determinedly, giving yourself to the baby blues swallowing you up, "I want to know every single thing about you."

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