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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Animal I’ve become

A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.

Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!

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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more

W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)

Animal I’ve become

He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.

In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.

It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.

Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.

It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.

When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.

And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.

Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.

“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.

“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.

It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.

“Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.

He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.

His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.

It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.

It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”

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noceurous · 3 months

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too hot to handle

let’s all think about some of our favourite dbf!’s in summer

it is crazy hot outside and you are stuck in a in the same place as him, waiting for your dad to come.

because you have well manners you told him to make himself comfortable while you went to kitchen

the a/c is old and semi-broken so the only solution you have found was to get yourself some sorbe/ice cream to at least stop your organs from boiling inside

you don’t even care to look up to him. busy with some magazine on your lap, as you extended your legs on the coffee table.

you were a pure torture

he can’t even decide whether he should focus on your exposed legs or the excuse of a fabric you called tank top these days or how you licked up the ice cream.

or hide his semi-bulge which was growing each time you licked your ice cream.

when you took last bit inside your mouth like a pro he could not help but groan

you did not even try to hide your smirk

you knew exactly what you were doing to him. and you were enjoying it a bit too much.

he knew he lost it when you put your finger inside your mouth to suck on the sticky liquid

a small moan left your lips, not because of the sweet taste on your fingers. it was just to push him to the edge

“why ‘suck on your fingers babygirl, when I have something better for you to suck right here?”

👀 👀 👀

#dbf!bucky barnes #dbf!frank castle #dbf!joel miller #dbf!steve rogers #dbf!andy barber

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veltana · 1 year

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God, I'm CRAVING DBF!Bucky or Steve or Ari... if you have recs please send 'em my way!!!

#dbf!steve rogers #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky barnes #dbf!bucky barnes x reader #dbf!steve rogers x reader #dbf!ari levinson #dbf!ari levinson x reader #dbf!ari

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missus-shadowsinger · 2 years

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Welp to cope with the dream that I had last night will be turned into a little Drabble

Who so ready for Stepdad!Steve or CEO!Steve or DBF!Steve. Not sure which way I wanna play it yet because all three could work.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #ceo!steve #stepdad!Steve Rogers #CEO!Steve Rogers #DBF!Steve Rogers #I had a sex dream about my boss but he was my stepdad but I don’t know who was playing my mom

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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the coming soon under dasbestfriend!steve rogers 👀 soo excited

HEHEHEHEH

feel free to send me some ideas to get me started 🫶

#steve rogers #dbf!steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 10 months

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Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

Masterlist. Requests. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight.

Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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His little dolly

AN: Here we go, party-people. Here is the third part of my DBF Steve, officially making it a Series by the rules of Jen. This is actually based on the original idea by the lovely @krissy25 which started the whole thing off. It also actually adds some plot, which I was not expecting. It is, however, still absolute filth

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Summary: You have to try and control yourself when your parents and you spend the day helping Steve building his new deck. The evening, however, is a different matter.

Relationship: DBF Steve x Inexperienced Reader

Word count: 4.3k

CW: AU: No Powers, Age difference (Steve 40s, Reader early 20’s), Soft Dark Steve, Power Imbalance, Secret relationship, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Unprotected PIV Sex (reader on BC), Pussy slapping, Breath-play, Under-negotiated kink, Mild Angst, Implied Somnophilia, Implied Cum eating, Steve Rogers Dirty Talk, Bimbo-fication.

This was going to be torture. You were going to be spending the whole day with Steve, which on the surface, sounded like a dream - you only usually spent snatched moments together. However, your parents were also going to be there this time.

Your Dad had gleefully announced three days ago that you’d all be spending Saturday at Steve’s house, having a cook-out while he and Steve worked on renovating Steve’s deck. So here you were, in the backseat of your Dad’s car as he drove the couple of miles across town to get there. You’d be so near but so far, and you had no idea how you were going to keep it together, especially since you hadn’t seen him in a week and he was still in possession of your toy-box.

The car lurched as your Dad pulled up outside Steve’s house, braking a little too hard, and you could almost hear his eyes roll as your Mom clicked her tongue at him. As they both got out of the car you put your best game face on and joined them.

It was a warm day, and determined not to be labelled as a ‘useless woman’ you’d eschewed your normal hot weather wardrobe of a sundress. Instead you’d put on sturdy sneakers, some denim shorts and a baggy sleeveless tee, intending to help out with Steve’s renovations. You hoped that if you were busy, you’d be able to distract yourself from being so close to what you wanted.

That plan went straight out the window almost immediately. The three of you walked up the path, but instead of heading to the front door your Dad veered off toward the gate that went directly into the back yard. He pushed it open, holding it for you and your Mom, and you followed her through it.

You came to a grinding halt as all thoughts were driven from your head.

Steve had already started working, and he must have been at it for a while because he’d already discarded his shirt and had a sheen of sweat over his body.

Your mouth went dry and you barely noticed the way you pressed your thighs together, your clit already throbbing with arousal. He looked like a god come to life.

Yes, you’d seen him naked more than once, but you’d never seen him like this in the bright light of day, just looking so masculine. Was there a name for this kink? The urge to just lick the sweat from his pecs was almost overwhelming.

“Sweetie? Are you okay?” Your Mom’s voice pulled you back into reality.

“Umm, yeah. I - uuh - just got something in my eye.” You blinked rapidly and rubbed at your right eye to bring credence to your story, but it seemed that your Mom wasn’t fooled. She leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially.

“He is rather distracting, I’ll grant you.”

“Mom!” You felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, and looked around to see if either your Dad, or god forbid Steve, had heard. “You can’t say things like that,” you hissed out.

Your Mom just gave you a wink. “Married, not dead, sweetie. Just don’t look at boys your own age like that - they might take it the wrong way and try to take advantage.”

You bit your tongue, desperately hoping she wouldn’t work out your secret just by looking at your face. Luckily you were saved by an unlikely ally when your Dad shouted out for your Mom’s attention as he tried to locate his tool belt. “I’m gonna go and get the cooler from the car,” you shouted, desperate for a few moments alone to compose yourself.

Spending all day with Steve was one thing, but spending it with him when he was topless, his skin kissed by the sun, and with him letting out little grunts of effort that reminded you too much of other noises? Well, you’d be lucky not to just orgasm on the spot and then the game would be up.

You jogged back down Steve’s front path to where your Dad’s car was parked at the curb. You popped the trunk, and were just leaning into it to lift out the cooler full of beer and meat for the cookout when a shadow fell over you.

You whirled around, coming straight into eye contact with the physique you’d just been admiring.

“Hey, Babydoll. You look a little warm. Something got you all flustered?” The way he teased you normally got you going, but given the current situation it just made you cross. You stepped away, needing space to breathe, and looked over at his smirking face. At least he’d thrown his shirt back over his shoulders, but it wasn’t buttoned and his chest was just there.

“You’ve done this on purpose,” you ground out, trying not to raise your voice and catch your parents’ attention.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” Steve drawled mockingly, as he reached into the trunk and effortlessly picked up the cooler. “I just got a bit overheated while working and needed to strip off. Surely, you can understand that. And anyway, I’m just your Dad’s friend - not your type in any case.”

“Fuck you!” you whispered, full of both anger and arousal.

Steve stepped back up onto the sidewalk heading back towards his house, but he paused as he passed you, ducking his head to whisper in your ear. “Later, Babydoll. Later. And don’t go touching yourself when you go to the bathroom. I’ll know if you do…”

He walked away, and you gave yourself a few seconds to take in some deep breaths before following him back into his yard. He was already talking to your Mom when you got there, back to being the genial friend of the family.

“Thank you for bringing over the food and agreeing to come help out. I expected it to just be me and Twinkle-toes over there.” He jerked his head in your Dad’s direction, who pouted at the nickname, and your Mom threw back her head and laughed.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all, Steve. You’re like family. You know we think of you like a brother.”

Steve glanced over at you, and the look you saw in his eyes was in no way ‘uncle-like’. You shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of you had done - things that would probably make your Mom faint and your Dad go apoplectic.

There was only one way you were going to get through this day, so purposefully ignoring Steve you strode over to where your Dad was looking at the decking planks, a measuring tape in hand and a carpenter’s pencil between his teeth.

“How can I help?” you asked, and got stuck in.

Your plan worked to a certain extent. At least while you were helping your Dad measure and cut, or helping your Mom prepare the food for the grill. However, everytime you thought you had your equilibrium back on an even keel, Steve seemed to somehow know and would make a point of brushing past you or would stand in your eye line. He’d then tip his head back and drink from his beer, uncaring if any errant drops spilled from his mouth and trickled down his throat and chest. A few times you were tempted to disobey him - go to his bathroom and relieve the tension building in your core. You even wondered if you could sneak off to his bedroom and use his pillow to get yourself off, but you weren’t that brave.

The hours passed by fast despite each minute feeling like an eternity, and it was with a sense of pride that you realised that your assistance had actually been useful - Steve’s deck was almost complete. The railings on one side still needed to be put into place and the protective wood stain needed to be added, but all in all it was a success.

Now you were all relaxing on loungers, having filled up on burgers, wieners and your Mom’s potato salad, sipping on the remaining beers.

Your parents and Steve had been talking about local goings-on while you’d been daydreaming when Steve directed a question to you.

“So, d’you think you’ll have the energy to meet up with your girlfriends after all your efforts today?”

For a moment you were confused. You had no plans after this, let alone with any girlfriends, but then a lightbulb came on in your head. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’ve just gotta check if they still wanna go out. They weren’t sure, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it,” you turned to your parents, hoping they found it plausible. Your Dad just waved his hand.

“You’re a grown up now, sweetie. You don’t need to account for your movements to us. We know you’re sensible. And it won’t be too long now before you spread your wings and leave the nest completely - get that job you’ve been dreaming of.”

“Oh,” said Steve with interest. “What job is that?”

“Hasn’t she told you?” Your Mom sat forward in her chair, full of excitement. “She’s got an interview for an internship at Walker Industries. Our baby’s on the up and up.”

“Mom,” you groaned. “It’s not that glamorous. It’s really just glorified data entry.”

“But it’s a big company,” your Mom argued back. “International. And you’re smart and ambitious. You’ll be working your way up in no time.”

Neither her or your Dad seemed to notice how quiet Steve had gone - how his now dark gaze was settled squarely on you -, but you did and you couldn’t work out what it meant. Then, with a smack of his hands on his thighs, Steve stood up.

“Well, it’s been a long day and I really do appreciate the help and the company, but if Little Miss Social Life here has something planned, I’d best let you go.”

Your Dad looked at his watch and gasped, making some comment about time flying, and then you were all caught up in a flurry of activity and goodbyes. Your Dad checked he had all his tools and your Mom made sure she had all her food containers, despite Steve’s insistence he should keep them to wash up and return at another point. Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car heading home.

Twenty minutes after that you were under the shower, washing the sweat and dirt of the day off yourself and trying to ignore how every nerve ending in your body was on fire from the anticipation of what was to come. In another forty minutes, you’d tried on and discarded various different outfits, trying to find just the right one. It was proving difficult because your parents thought you were going out with the girls, so your outfit had to reflect that, but at the same time Steve preferred a certain aesthetic on you - loving you in little sundresses and flirty skirts. However, having emptied most of your meagre wardrobe over your bed and your floor, you finally settled on something that you hoped would work - a hot pink dress with spaghetti straps and skirt that swirled when you moved. You slicked on some light make-up, again trying to strike the balance right, grabbed your purse and jogged down the stairs.

You shouted a hurried ‘good-bye’ to your parents, who were cuddled up on the couch sleepily watching one of their favourite police procedural dramas, and finally made your way out of the door. While walking down the darkening sidewalk, your jacket slung over your arm, you checked your phone. You’d sent Steve an estimate of when you’d be ready and hoped he’d be waiting for you at the end of the block. There was no response to the text you’d sent to the number saved under ‘Janice’, and you started to feel nervous until you turned the corner and saw the vehicle you’d been on the lookout for.

Feeling a bit giddy, you skipped over, opening the passenger door and sliding in beside Steve. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He looked back at you, indulgently, and licked his lips.

“You look like a doll come to life, sweetheart.”

You preened under his praise. “I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smoothing the hot pink fabric over your legs.

“If I was less of a gentleman, I’d have my way with you here and now,” he growled, dramatically.

“And if you were more of a gentleman, I wouldn’t even be here,” you teased back.

“Brat,” he replied with a chuckle and a warning pinch to your thigh. “Behave.”

“Yes, Steve.” You pouted and batted your eyelids, and he chuckled again before putting his car in drive and peeling away from the curb. As he drove, you gave him sideways glances, studying his profile as you hummed to the music on the stereo and tapping your hands on your lap. The streetlights helped to highlight the streaks of grey at his temples, and you longed to run your fingers through it. You just had to be patient, though - it wouldn’t be long until Steve had you spread out on his bed and you’d have the chance to do just that.

Heat started to pool within you, the anticipation making you fidgety, and you let out a sigh of relief when Steve steered the car up his drive and into his garage. As soon as he killed the engine, he was making his way around your side of the car to open the door. He helped you out and then immediately took your face in his large hands, laying a demanding kiss on you. You squeaked briefly in surprise before leaning into it, your hands fisting his shirt for balance. You’d worn higher heels than normal and weren’t used to the change in your centre of gravity.

Steve smiled against your lips, sliding his hands down your body until he grasped your ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up, and dug your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He walked across the garage but didn’t take you through the door into the main house, instead heading out into his backyard. He lowered you slowly, your bodies sliding against each other until your feet hit the new planks.

“Why are we out here, Steve? We spent all day on this damn thing.”

He smiled at you in the moonlight. “Exactly, Babydoll. You helped me build it, so now you have to help me christian it.”

You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed, and then realisation hit. “Oh!”

Steve pulled you back into his embrace. “Oh, indeed,” he said, and then he lowered his mouth to yours again, demanding entrance and acting as though he was going to devour you. You gave back as good as you got, feeling desperate for his touch. “Today was so hard,” he muttered against your lips. “Every time you bent over in those shorts, fuck. There were moments where I almost didn’t care that your parents were here. I wanted to rip them from you and take you right here.”

“‘Wasn’t any easier for me,” you murmured back. “My Mom saw me staring at you - I think she thinks I’ve got a crush on you. Warned me not to look at boys my age the way I look at you.”

“As if you’d dare,” came the jesting reply.

Steve’s hand skimmed down your side until it reached the hem of your dress. It made its way under, his palm sliding over your thigh working its way up to your hip where it stopped, and he pulled back from your kiss.

“Sweetheart, have you come out without any panties on?”

You peered up at him, coyly from under your lashes. “Maybe…” It was your turn to smirk.

“Fuck,” he barked and then dropped straight to his knees, his hands throwing up your skirt so he could grasp your naked ass and pull you onto his face. His tongue found its way, unerring, between your folds and straight to your clit, giving you no time to prepare yourself.

“Steve!” you screeched before biting down on your lip, and grabbing hold of his head as you tottered on your heels. “Oh god!”

He was like a man possessed, slurping lewdly at your sex and alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of your spasming cunt. It was a vicious onslaught of pleasure that left you dizzy and out of breath. When he pressed two of his fingers inside of you without warning, you had to let go of him with one hand so you could bite down on the base of your thumb to stop from screaming in ecstasy. “Give it to me, Babydoll. I need you to make a mess.”

He stroked that special spot inside of you without pause, and sucked on your clit as your legs shook. There was a heavy feeling inside your core, like the building of an orgasm but different, as he kept up his pleasurable torture.

“Steve!” You gasped. “I…I’m gonna…what’s happening?”

He didn’t answer, just kept up what he was doing, driving you closer to the brink and also towards something unknown. When you came, it was with a massive release of pressure. Your body jerked in his hold, your eyes rolled up and you felt a wet flood between your legs. You heard Steve moan into your cunt, and then you heard the patter of liquid onto the wood between your feet. You felt like you were flying and sinking at the same time.

“What the fuck?” You slurred as Steve slowly rose back to his feet.

“You squirted, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.”

“I what?” You squeaked, unbelieving. “But isn’t that…” A feeling of shame started to wash over you, but Steve interrupted it, pressing one of his fingers to your lips.

“Yes, but also no. Don’t think too much about it, honey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of - it’s natural. Just means you were really turned on, and let me tell you, it’s quite the ego boost to do that to you. Made me even harder.”

His eyes narrowed and he took hold of your hand, so much smaller than his and placed it over the bulge in his jeans.

“It’s gonna make it a lot easier for me to slip inside that tight pussy of yours too. She’s so wet, ‘m gonna just slide right in. And fuck, it’s gonna make some beautiful sounds. Would you like that, Babydoll? Want me to stuff this fat cock into your hungry cunt? See if I can make you squirt again?”

His words hypnotised you and you groped at his cock, staring up at him with your mouth wide open and your eyes glazed with lust. Fuck, you could feel your cum running down your bare thighs. “Please,” you begged, your tone husky and full of need.

As if you were a rag doll, Steve steered you backwards until your back hit one of the completed portions of railing. He spun you to face it and then plastered himself against your back. The heat of him burned through your dress, and his breath tickled your ear. “I’m gonna take you right here and you’re gonna be good for me and take it. You’re gonna be quiet too - we don’t want Mrs Kennedy next door coming out to find out what’s going on.”

You heard the metallic snick of his fly being lowered and your eyes fluttered closed. Steve’s foot tapped yours and you widened your stance, taking hold of the railing for stability. Slowly, he pulled your skirt up above your hips and his cock nudged against your naked ass. Steve placed his left hand, fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you right where he wanted you as he guided his cock to the entrance of your cunt and then pressed in with one hard thrust.

You choked back your cry, your fingers tightening their grip on the wood in front of you.

“Good girl,” Steve praised, and he started to fuck into you with long, firm strokes. “Such a perfect little dolly, just for me.”

His right hand came up to the straps of your dress and bra, lowering them down your arms so he could free your breasts. The cool evening air blew across you, making your nipples peak, and you moaned low in your throat as Steve rolled each of them in turn, plucking and pulling at them in a way that was both painful and oh-so-good.

He fucked you languidly, building you up slowly. His left hand moved down and he drew lazy circles over your clit - enough to have you whimpering with need, but not enough to bring you to orgasm.

“I’m gonna fuck you just like this - slow and deep - until you feel like you’re gonna burst. I want you to come on me and fucking soak my cock like you did my hand. I want your cum to splatter all over this fucking deck. I want you to feel so much pleasure that you never want to look at another man.”

Your mind was hazy with lust, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. “Don’t want anyone but you, Steve. Make me feel so good.”

A small change in the angle of Steve’s thrusts had his cock rubbing over your g-spot the same way his fingers had earlier. The feeling of your orgasm building still felt strange, but at least you knew what to expect. You just didn’t know how you were going to stay silent, though.

He cruelly twisted one of your nipples just as he thrust forward and reedy warble left your throat. Steve responded by slapping your clit, and even as the sharp pain registered you heard the wet squelch as he did so, your squirt already starting to seep out of you as he continued his assault on your cunt.

“I said to stay quiet,” he hissed.

The pressure inside you was rising once more, and you knew you were close. “I don’t think I can,” you whined, and your body convulsed as he fucked into you. “I’m so close. Please, Steve. I… I…”

“Aawww, does my Babydoll need help?”

You bit your lip and nodded, unable to comprehend how he was going to do it.

Steve took his left hand from your clit and trailed the back of his knuckles up your side, then settled it around the base of your throat. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled in your ear.

“Yes,” was your whispered response. You trusted him with your life.

“Then take over touching that pretty clit for me and just relax.”

You let go of the railing with your right hand and did as he asked, feeling how soaked you were as you started to play with your clit. As you started to crest higher, unable to hold back little pleasures squeaks, Steve resettled his left hand on your throat and began to lightly squeeze. Your noises stopped as your airway was constricted. Everything within you was concentrated on the feeling building in your cunt, and as black spots began to form in front of your eyes, your body began to tremble.

When Steve let go of your neck, your orgasm exploded out of you. His hand immediately clapped over your mouth, leaving you to breathe out your scream through your nose as you jerked on his cock like a puppet on a string. The gush of liquid that erupted from your cunt flooded over your hand and onto the deck like a waterfall.

“Fucking god,” Steve exclaimed, the movement of his hips finally speeding up as he chased his own release inside your spasming channel, adding his own cum to the sticky mess leaking from you.

You collapsed against him, unsure how you were even still upright after that. Another whimper left you as Steve pulled himself from your body, but he immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you inside, walked up the stairs, and placed your exhausted body on his bed. When he didn’t immediately lie down next to you, you blinked your eyes open. “Steve?”

“I’ll be right there, sweetheart,” he assured, and you watched as he pushed down his jeans and briefs. Your eyes widened when you realised they were sodden.

“Oh my god! Did I do that?”

Steve grinned as he climbed naked onto the bed and crawled over you. “You did and don’t you dare apologise. Whenever I wear them from now on I’ll think of you and how fucking sexy you are. Now you rest for a bit. I have more plans for you, and I need to make sure you get home at a plausible time.”

You pouted as you took in his words. This was the thing you really hated about your relationship - if you could call it that -, you couldn’t just curl up next to him and stay the night the way you wanted to. Would you ever be able to be open about your relationship, or was it doomed from the start?

However, your body was totally wrung out from Steve’s ministrations, and it wasn’t long until you fell into a doze, your body pressed up against his.

Steve looked down at you as you took your rest. You looked so innocent - so young - as you slept. He shouldn’t want you this much, but he did, even if he’d go to hell for it. He’d burn the world for you.

When your mother had announced you were hoping to work for Walker Inc, it had taken all of his self control not to stand up and forbid it. Who was he to do so? Besides, it wasn’t your fault that Walker was a grade A ass-hole.

Steve had no doubt that you’d ace the interview, so he’d just have to hope that the CEO didn’t notice you. If he did, the sleazeball would have no qualms about trying to take advantage of you. A little voice inside his head pointed out that he’d already done just that. He batted it aside. The difference was that he cared for you. Walker cared about nothing but himself.

You let out a sleepy little noise as you snuggled into his side and he turned back to you. He’d give you another half an hour, and then he was planning to feast on your messy pussy. That should wake you up with a smile. Then he’d watch you bounce on his cock, like the little dolly you were.

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Into The Sunset

pairing: dbf!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

concept: You paint him with lusty clouds and bright rays

word count: 800

warnings: Age gap Steve is a dlif), unprotected sex, tiny plot with just smut, car sex, you get to ride him and he gets to pound you, nicknames ─ sweetheart, angel,

a/n: ZOEY!!!! When I saw this, I cried, as you already know

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With a halo surrounding your face and lust all over your body, you radiate beauty

As the sun was almost setting, you sat and felt the wind go through your body. The intensity of the light along with the colors in the sky calms you. As the sun shines in the sky, it is like a huge romantic, inspirational fire. Like an emotional and beautiful symphony quieting down and becoming more peaceful as it fades.

You felt erotic being in the car with him, looking at him in his black aviator shades with the sun reflecting off his face.

It's even better to sit in his seat and enjoy his ride.

Steve watches you move above him, his eyes is fill with admiration. To him, you may as well be a guardian angel. His skin feels warm to the touch as though he is shower in light.

You are his light, and he wants to make sure you are only for him.

While riding his cock, Steve slips his hands down to your waist and lifts your dress. Drumming his fingers on your thighs, he smiles at you. Your skin glows in the sunset light, and your dress wraps around his fingers. His eyes are drawn to your lips as you pound your body against his.

It is what he needs right now, and that is what he needs to hear from you.

The large hands on his hips caress your hips as he dances rhythmically up to your breasts in his retro convertible while you pant and bounce on him..

He squeezes your breast, flames sprang out of your eyes. You reach up and slid off your dress.

As you jump up and down, Steve got a good look at your body. He needs to be able to see where he has operated on your body. Steve, impatient, turns you over so that you are lying against his chair. He grabs the seat lever and throws the backrest backward, crushing him between your thighs.

“My sweet pussy swallowing everything I give her”

One powerful stroke was all he needs to drive himself point. While engulfing your mouth with his own and forcing your lips open with his tongue, his palm kneads your breast and his fingers pinch a hard nipple.

You're practically in tears from the overwhelming pleasure as he gradually thrusts inside you to encourage an orgasm. "That's my pretty Angel, you're doing so well for me," he whispers close to your ear with a soft bite.

“You like that?” he smirks at you. “You like it when I fuck you, right?" He presses more and more heavily, his body smacking against you. You felt trapping, entrapping arm around your body.

Nodding, you let out another moan, showing Steve how fantastic he was making you feel. "So--amaz-"

His hand slid to the side of the car. He intends to hit you as hard as he could while remaining balance. He groans as he feels your walls wrap around his cock.

“That’s it, Angel. Cum for me. You’re doing such a good job.”

You clung to his shoulders, feeling weak from his thrusts. Your eyelids squeeze shut by the sensation of your body flowing with ecstasy. As your name comes out of Steve's mouth, he moans loudly and grips to the back of the seat.

This is just great as it is: raw, hot, and nasty.

The experience is everything you've ever dreamt of and you know you're about to cum on him. Your mind can't seem to form coherent thoughts, but Steve understands.

You are his slutty brat, so this is your reward for being so good to him.

The way your hips shake with each thrust and the hot humid air you breathe tells him you're loving his cock.

“So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to get a taste of you. Should've driven you home sooner”

He buries his face in the hollow of your neck and smears hot, wet kisses all over it.

"That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me. You're on top of my world."

His words of praise, thick with desire and lace with sweetness, are what tips you over the edge.

You dug your nails into his back as his seed spills into you. Your walls tighten around his cock and he slams his fist against the seat, groaning in pleasure.

This man.

A sunset can't describe the lust for this man's body.

Your dad's best friend's fucking was unlike any orgasm you've ever had in your life. While you enjoy the view of freedom under the sunset, he isn't letting you float away.

Another sunset drive awaits you tomorrow. With him.

You paint him with lusty clouds and bright rays

#la hacienda de alice ─ sleepover #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x you #dbf!steve rogers x female reader #dbf steve #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x latina!reader #chris evans fanfiction #dadsbestfriendsteve #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x f!reader

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clownd1ck · 7 months

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i left the club early to come home and read fanfic.

#frank castle x reader #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #frank castle imagine #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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disasterofastory · 2 years

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Firm hand (Steve Rorgers x Reader)

Firm hand dbf!Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: spanking

Summary: Steve gives you a lesson about following his rules.

A/N: Another fic for kinktober with Steve this time.

Silence.

It's loud and sharp. The traffic outside is muffled and seems far away, even when a honk breaks through the rumbling of the cars. You focus on nothing but the deafening silence that follows your words. You focus on the man who stands before you with a hard expression on his face and dark eyes.

You went too far. You were silly enough to take another step, and now you are at the edge. Will you fall?

"Steve?" You say his name when he does nothing.

Silence.

You lick your lips, wanting to say something else, but in the end, you decide against it. You don't want to annoy him more. You have done enough already.

It started innocently. Steve waited for you with breakfast when you woke up an hour ago. He was happy and sweet as always. You can't even tell when you two started teasing each other. His laugh was deep and comforting. Your joking went on and on until the point you became too daring. To be honest, he warned you. He told you to stop or else. And did you listen? No. You didn't because it was too much fun. You continued because you liked seeing the line of his jaw hardening, his baby blue eyes darkening, and his long fingers tightening into a fist.

You silly, silly girl.

"To the couch," he speaks up suddenly. His voice booms into the silence, making you jump and scurry toward the furniture. Your heart beats in your throat while the excitement and slight fear rush in your veins. Your ass barely touches the soft cushions when he opens his mouth again. "Did I say you can sit down?" You stand up but don't answer. Your throat is too tight to do so. "Did I?" He asks again. "No," you reply. Your voice is barely louder than a faint whisper.

You watch him through your lashes as he goes around the couch to sit down in the middle. Your gazes meet for a second before you look down to the ground. "Come here," he orders you again, and you frown. You are already in front of him. "I don't understand," you voice your thoughts when he doesn't react to your confused expression. He forces you to speak. Still staring at you, he pats his grey sweatpants-covered thighs.

Does he want you to sit on his lap? You doubt it.

With an impatient sigh, he holds up his hand for you to take, and when you do, he pulls on you without a second thought. "Steve!" You squeal out his name, falling over his legs. You try to brace yourself, pushing against the couch to stand up, but his arm on your back doesn't let you move. "Stay," Steve says. His hand stays on you until you stop squirming. Slowly, you let yourself relax, making peace with the fact that you are on Steve's lap with your ass in front of him.

The thought of him spanking you makes you shiver with anticipation.

"What are you doing?" You ask him. Your voice is muffled by the thick fabric of the couch. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson." You gulp. "Why?" "Why?" He asks back. His large palm lands on the back of your thigh. Your sleeping shorts do nothing to hide you from his intense eyes. "You tell me." "Because I was rude?" He laughs. You feel the humorless rumble in your belly. "No, little girl. You've always had a big mouth." "Oh." He is right. "Do you have any other guesses?" You try to find another reason why you ended up in this situation, but besides the teasing, you are in the dark. "When did you come home last night?" "After midnight." "And what did I say before you went on your little date?" There is a mockery in his voice when he mentions your date. "I have to be home at ten. Sharp." "That's right. And what did you do when I brought it up a few minutes ago?" You have to force yourself to let go of your lower lip. It's red and swollen from biting it so much. "I laughed at you." "And what did you say?" His palm is warm on your skin. Even though his touch is soft, you are tense under him. "That I'm too old for curfew." "Do you think you are too old for a spanking, too?" Yes. "No," you breathe out. "What do you think, Y/N, how many spankings do you deserve for breaking my rules?" Oh god. "I don't know," you admit. You have never thought about how many spankings you want from Steve. Shame. A gasp leaves your mouth when he janks down your shorts. You reach back automatically, but your hand meets Steve's, who grabs your wrist and holds it on your waist. "Did I tell you you can move?" The man asks. His voice is hard and sharp. Your thighs clench and Steve smirks even though you can't see it. His eyes sweep up and down on your body. The panties you wear barely hide the soft curve of your ass. It's plump and ready for marking.

When you don't answer, he doesn't wait anymore. He can't find strength in himself.

The sound of his palm and your skin meeting is loud and sudden. A gasp escapes your lips, and heat flares inside you. "When I told your father you could spend a few days here, I promised him I would watch after you." Smack! "It means you follow my rules." Another slap lands on your bottom. "It means you don't go on dates with stupid boys who can't bring you home on time." Smack! Smack! He keeps on talking and spanking, and soon, your ass is stinging, and tears drip down your cheeks. You try to wiggle off, but his other hand keeps you in place. "Don't." Smack. "Move." Smack. "Steve," you whimper. "Please." You lost control over your own body a long time ago. The soft skin of your bottom hurts and burns but your clit throbs with every slap. "Please what?" He asks. Another slap. "What do you want?"

What do you want? You have no idea. You want him to stop. You want him to continue. You want him to slip his hand lower.

You want to answer. You really do, but every time you open your mouth, you moan and groan from the pain and pleasure. Your mind is dizzy and full of inappropriate thoughts that are centered over Steve.

"Nineteen," Steve says after a slap. Then another lands on your sensitive skin. "Twenty."

Then it stops.

Your breath is ragged and heavy. The ache between your legs and the throb of your butt mix to the point you can't tell them apart.

"Are you still too old to follow my rules?" Steve asks after a while. His large hand lands on your bottom again, but this time his touch is soft and light. Your skin is hot under his gentle caress. "No," you sob. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, sweet girl," he smiles. "It's all forgiven." But you continue to wriggle without the purpose of standing up. You desperately need some friction between your legs. Steve's smile turns into a smirk. His eyes slide from your ass to the wet stain on your panties. You are soaked. His cock throbs under you. "Do you have something else to say?" He asks. His gaze is still between your legs. "Do you want to confess something?" "I can't," you whimper. "Then I can't help you," Steve sighs with feigned sadness while grabbing your arm and making you stand up. Your eyes are bright and red, and your face is wet with tears. "What?" You gasp. You need his support to stay on your legs, especially when you see his hard length under his pants. "If you don't tell me what you want, I can't do anything," he explains. The hardness of his handsome face is replaced with a humorous glint in his eyes. You want to force yourself to speak up, to admit what you want, but the moment you open your mouth knock comes from the entrance door. Jumping at the sudden noise, you almost fall because your shorts are still around your knees.

Your dad. He is here to pick you up. And here you are, horny and hurt in front of his best friend. Shame heats up your skin, but it still doesn't stop the ache of your pussy. Excitement ghosts along your spine.

Steve stands up, swatting your ass one last time as he speaks. His voice is hard and firm again. "Go and get ready. And don't dare to touch yourself until you can't tell me how wet your cunt is because of me."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers smut #dbf!Steve #marvel imagine #marvel smut #avengers smut #avengers imagine #kinktober 2022

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist

Here's my fanfiction Masterlist! Read all warnings for each fic please.

Buy Me a Coffee 💜

🥵 = Smut

😬 = Angst

🥰 = Fluff

The Sandman

Morpheus Am I Dreaming? (🥵🥰😬) Let Me Remind You (🥵🥰😬) My Hope (🥰😬) Endless Rapture (🥵😬) Dream's Desire (🥵🥰😬) Need (🥵🥰)

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Unrequited Love (🥵) Give Me What I Want (🥵) How Could I Not? (🥵🥰😬) The Birthday (🥵) If Only (😬🥵) I've Made Mistakes (🥵😬🥰) One More (🥵) Hello Gorgeous (🥵😬) We Were Never Just Friends (🥵😬🥰) I Thought It Was Gonna Be Me (🥵😬🥰) Turning Tables (🥵) Life Finds a Way (😬🥰) Not Afraid to Love You (😬🥵) Love Marks (🥵🥰) I Was Thinking Maybe, Eight? (🥵😬) Why Wait? (🥵😬) Your Past Is Not Our Future (🥵😬) Before I Knew What Love Was (🥵🥰😬) The Wink (🥵) From Past to Future (🥵😬) DBF!Bucky Series: Aged to Perfection (🥵) My Forever (🥵🥰😬)

BBF!Bucky Series: Save Me From Myself (🥰😬) I've Got You (🥰😬) My Whole Heart (🥵)

Steve Rogers Bring Me Back to Life (🥵😬) Thor Goddess of Thunder (🥵)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester She's My Siren (🥵🥰) This Isn't Real (🥵😬🥰) Not Yours to Take (😬🥰) Spell Bound (🥵🥰) Changed (🥵😬🥰) Truth Serum (🥵🥰) Take Your Time (😬🥰) What I'd Give (🥵😬🥰) Unattached Drifter Christmas (🥵🥰) Not Good Enough (🥵😬🥰) My Past, My Present, My Future (🥵😬🥰)

TVD/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson The Original and The Anthropologist (🥵😬🥰) All My Life (🥰😬)

Riverdale

FP Jones The Serpent Queen (🥵) Remember Me Series Part One Part Two

NCIS

Jethro Gibbs Can't Wait (🥰)

Law and Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler If I Had to Choose...I'd Choose You (🥵😬🥰) The Connection (🥵😬🥰) That's Not What I See (🥵🥰) Love is Never Easy (🥵😬🥰)

Rafael Barba Still Perfect (🥵😬🥰) Better Together (🥵😬🥰)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner Undercover (🥵😬🥰) Never Do That Again (🥵😬🥰) I Can't Lose You Series Part One (😬🥰) Part Two (😬) Part Three (😬🥰) Part Four (🥵😬🥰) Part Five (Coming Soon!)

Luke Alvez Don't Take The Girl (🥵😬🥰)

RPF

Henry Cavill Just You Wait (🥵🥰) My Favorite Cardio (🥵)

Chris Evans Fake It Til You Make it (🥵😬🥰) If I Love You Too Much, I'm Sorry (🥵🥰)

Buy Me a Coffee 💜

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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What about dbf Steve?

Am I into that, nonnie? Yes! If you're asking if I'll write DBF!Steve, not at the moment. I have gladiator!Steve's intro done and a small one-shot for our lumbersnack. I also plan to give solo tattoo artist!Steve and motocross!Steve imagines at least, so there will be some content for him. ❤️

@cockslutpadalecki I believe is sharing a DBF!Steve if that's specifically what you're looking for. 🔥

And while I'm not taking formal requests, I welcome thots or suggestions. 🥰

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #steve rogers #dbf!steve rogers #future fics #anon ask #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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thesugarclubs-blog · 1 year

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Heat of the Moment - AU Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: modern AU steve rogers, DBF, age gap romance,DOM Steve, rough smut, 18+

word count: 12.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1330362443-heat-of-moment-regan

Masterlist

Sweat trickled down Regan's back as she climbed out of the cab and waved to the driver, quickly thanking them before they sped away from their destination. An unreasonable heat was smothering Brooklyn and Regan figured it was her luck that her first week at her father's apartment would be miserable. As if having to move back home at 25 after getting fired wasn't bad enough.

There was nothing against anyone getting some help in their time of need, but Regan couldn't deny it kept her stomach in constant knots. Her dad was one of the good ones, married to his high school sweetheart until her mom passed and she'd always been what some might call a daddy's girl. Ever since Regan was born during her parent's senior year of high school, he was wrapped around her finger. It made sense that he'd be the one to swoop in and save the day.

Hopefully, Regan thought, he wouldn't mind if I came home a few days earlier.

She took a deep breath and climbed the few steps to the building's door, a worn duffel bag in hand. It was something from a thrift shop in London, the place Regan had called home for two years until the production company she worked for decided her services were no longer needed. Her fingers fiddled with the straps as she walked. It wasn't out of anxiety, but anticipation.

Right before Regan took a leap and moved in pursuit of something more, she helped her dad move into this moderately upscale apartment complex. It had a rooftop pool, patio, and balconies on the windows, the perfect place for a guy like Regan's father.

It also had his neighbor down the hall, Steve Rogers.

She met him on the day her dad moved in. He was broad-shouldered, brooding, and tough as nails, an honourably discharged former captain in the US Army. The fact that he was built like a god and had that little accent in his voice didn't hurt either.

Steve was the same age as her dad and they found some common interests, but their bond came from both being veterans. Usually, she hated the stories from her dad's time overseas, but hearing Steve tell some of his own? She could listen to that gravelly voice all goddamn day.

The trip on the elevator was a haze, Regan's mind retreating into the place that got her into trouble at school. She was so focused on whatever tale her mind was spinning, something warm and tinted in blue, that the elevator opening didn't even register on her radar.

At first, neither did the man who stepped on it, until he finally said her name.

"Hey, Regan," Steve said into the quiet space, a small twitch of his lips under his dark beard.

His voice shot a wave of goosebumps on her skin and it made her shiver a little. He had this air of authority surrounding him.

"Steve." Regan breathed, her fingers lifting nervously to pull the strand of hair out of her vision as her eyes travelled over the man in front of her.

"I thought your dad said you weren't going to be home for another couple of days," he crossed his arms over his chest and turned his bright blue eyes in her direction, meeting her gaze.

The fluorescent lights of the elevator made his eyes a deeper blue than they normally were and it seemed to darken each feature of his face. His beard was fuller than it had been the last time she'd seen him and Regan could see the shape of his dog tags under his white t-shirt.

She cleared her throat and turned her attention back to the metal doors in front of her, hoping he hadn't caught her staring, "yeah that's what I thought but you know, once I finished my last day, there wasn't really much over there for me anymore so I just... left," her lips pulled into a thin line as she shrugged.

She shifted the bag in her hand, rolling the strap around nervously in her sweaty palm. She had forgotten how tall he was and now in their blistering proximity, she was forcibly reminded.

“You’ll find a new job quickly,” Steve quipped, moving on so easily from her practically groping him with her eyes. “From all the ranting your dad does about you, you’re a talent most production companies are fighting to get their hands on.”

She did all she could not to turn the color of a tomato as the embarrassment set in. Of course, they had been talking about her when she wasn’t around to play buffer. God only knows the things her father has told him about his sweet, precious little girl.

Regan groaned audibly, unable to stop herself.

"I know it must be frustrating to move back home after being so independent and successful but I'm certain that your father will do everything in his power to get you back in the workforce. After all, you're his little princess." Regan detected a slight change in tone when he spoke that she decided to ignore. But the tinge of mockery in his tone got under her skin.

Regan snorted and shook her head as the elevator door dinged above them, "thanks Steve but as comforting as that is, I don't know what an army vet is going to do to get me back into film," she shifted her bag on her shoulder and walked out of the elevator onto the dusty green carpet of the 7th floor.

"You know what I meant, Regan," Steve's voice dropped an octave as he followed behind her.

She let out a soft sigh and nodded once, "yeah I know, I'm sorry, it's just, been a day and I was hoping to avoid the job talk at least until I had it figured out myself," she mumbled, pausing for a second outside of her dad’s apartment.

“You can’t avoid the tough stuff forever,” Steve said flatly, “life happens, and you have to deal with it.”

“I know that better than most,” Regan said bitterly as she turned at the door to her father’s apartment to find Steve standing with his hands on his hips. “My mother. Remember?”

Steve nodded solemnly, piercing eyes boring into her as she stood defiantly.

“Anyway,” she looked away, breaking first, and fumbled with her keys. “Thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to consider it.”

“It should be open,” Steve offered behind her, “your dad was expecting me to drop in.”

Regan nodded, curt and defeated as Steve’s hand landed on the wood just above her head. Palm flat and fingers splayed, she peered up to see flexed tendons and thick veins running beneath his tanned skin. Steve pushed, and sure enough, the door swung open with ease.

“In the kitchen, Steve!” Regan heard her dad call as the sounds of cupboards and drawers opened and closed, and her dad’s off-tune humming echoed through to the hall.

Having to move back home wasn’t ideal, but the warmth and familiarity of her dad’s apartment were welcoming nonetheless.

“Twinkle-toes!” her dad dropped the plastic containers into the sink and rushed around the island into the open hallway of his apartment. “You’re home!”

Regan let the horrifying nickname slide as she dropped her bag to the floor and sunk into the giant bear hug her father wrapped her small frame into. He wasn’t a small man, rivalling Steve in height he was built thicker around the middle. His long blond beard had turned grey and brown. But the same soft and sad chocolate brown eyes stared down at her as he pulled back to inspect.

“The London air has you looking all posh, have you been eating?” He asked, pinching her arm playfully.

“On a hearty diet of a pack of cigarettes and croissants.” She rolled her eyes.

He laughed heartily and attempted to ruffle her hair, Regan dodging to the side at the last second with a scrunched nose and a snort.

"A little early aren't you?" her father, Colin, asked, concern furrowing his brow.

"Yeah," Regan breathed as she shifted her weight where she stood. "Just felt like coming home. I'd had enough pretentious movie assholes to last me a lifetime."

A warm palm brushed the small of her back as Steve stepped by. Without a word, he grabbed the bag from beside her and carried it into the living room, setting the object on the sofa. Regan's eyes followed every flex of his broad back, tucked under a tight white t-shirt that made her brain turn to mush.

A little spark of irritation ran through her at both the gesture and the feeling it gave her in front of her father of all people.

"Come sit. You must be exhausted." her father motioned to the sofa where Steve just put her bag.

As she and her father sat down next to each other Steve opted to take the seat on the other side of the coffee table, settling on the armchair across from her. As she brought her father up to speed on her life, she felt Steve watching her attentively. Those incredible blue eyes she could get lost in bore right into her skin leaving a trail of flames in their wake. It was incredibly hard to have him so close but also so incredibly unattainable.

“Well, sweetheart, I hope you brought your appetite with you. Steve and I were just gonna fire up the grill and watch the game.” He voiced, tapping her knee as he stood from his place, “you up for some ribs and beers?”

Regan smiled softly at her dad, “That sounds great I’m just gonna wash the 5 hours of plane and screaming babies off and I'll meet you up there.”

Her dad winced in sympathy and nodded, ruffling her hair before heading back into the kitchen. Turning to Steve she smiled, which turned a little awkward and she began to flush, trying to decipher the look in his eyes.

“So I’m just gonna…you know…take a…see you later?” She babbled mentally kicking herself for sounding like a blithering idiot.

“Are you telling me or are you asking me, Princess?” He smirked.

Regan’s eyes widened in surprise, surely he couldn’t mean… She felt the flush creeping up her neck and spreading over her cheeks. With all her usual sassy responses abandoning her she turned on her heel and almost ran into her bedroom, pushing the door as she went through, not even bothering to check if it was fully closed.

Heading into her shower room she turned on the water and took off her clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner of the room. She let out a sigh as she stepped under the spray, arching her back to let the water stream over her hair.

Steam was quickly filling up the bathroom with how hot the water was, but Regan really needed it. She stood still under the shower head, just letting the scalding hot water run down her body, warming up her skin and relaxing the tense muscle underneath it.

Truthfully, the plane ride over was greatly responsible for the tension, but she could admit, only to herself, that it wasn’t the whole reason. She could still feel the pressure and warmth of Steve’s palm over the small of her back, his fingers spread wide in an almost… possessive gesture.

She shook her head, trying to will the dangerous thoughts away. She’d always had a taste for older men, but Steve? He was her dad’s best friend, definitely off-limits.

Her traitorous body shivered at the thought.

With more force than necessary, she squeezed a dollop of shampoo into the palm of her hand. The artificial scent of strawberries filled her lungs as she massaged her scalp, sighing in relief. She had kept buying it because Steve told her he liked strawberries once, well, she chose not to think about that and quickly washed it off.

She kept the same pace while washing her body, slowly massaging the soap into her skin and letting the tension go. Steve and her dad were probably impatiently waiting for her to get out so they could all eat, but the feeling of suds being washed off her skin was too good to make quick work of it, and she still wasn’t done getting rid of her inappropriate thoughts.

Only a creaking sound got her to speed up, just barely audible over the loud sound of insistent drops crashing over her shoulders. The pipes were letting her know her time was up.

Steam plumed as she stepped out onto the mat, letting the partially frosted glass door slide closed behind her. A slight draft tickled her skin as she wrapped herself in a large fluffy towel; the bathroom door was open, letting the precious steam out. Regan sighed as she towelled her hair, scrunching it lightly to soak up most of the water. It would probably get wet in the pool later.

Coming out of the bathroom, she smiled, seeing her forgotten bag on her bed next to a neatly laid-out outfit; her dad was always so thoughtful. The pretty cornflour blue sundress was the same colour as her mother’s eyes, and the cute daisies patterned on the fabric were her favourite. It was perfect for a sunny rooftop afternoon.

Slipping the dress over her blue and white checked bikini, the fabric felt wonderful against her clean skin. Tying the dress behind her neck, she turned for the mirror. She had been home only a few hours and already she looked and felt more relaxed. Being home agreed with her, more than she would ever admit aloud. She picked up a cute white cardigan and, taking one last look in the mirror, headed up to the roof of the building.

New York's summer heat was a shocker after years in London, the sun sweltering on her skin the moment she stepped out into the open air.

“There she is!” Steve’s heart-stopping smile met her as she approached the two men.

Leaning on the brickwork of the building with his arms folded over his broad chest, Steve’s heavy gaze fell upon her. His blue eyes tracked over her figure, subtle in their journey from her legs to the halter of her bikini top — where they lingered as his jaw ticked.

Regan swallowed thickly and made a point of joining her father by the grill.

In her peripherals, she caught Steve pushing himself away from the wall and sauntering over to the cooler before a dripping beer bottle was held out in front of her with no other acknowledgement.

Regan’s hand brushed against Steve's as she hesitantly took it. The frigid drops of water melted down over her hot skin. “Thanks,” she said, barely getting the word out.

“Sure,” he winked. “That's your favourite right?”

She turned the bottle in her hand and smiled, “how’d you know?”

“Colin here tells all the stories in your absence, including the one about you sleeping in the bathtub after one particularly rowdy night,” Steve licked his bottom lip and tossed her dad a goofy smile.

“Is nothing sacred?” Regan tossed her hair over her shoulder, turning away from them both to take in the views from the rooftop. God, she had missed Brooklyn and for more than one reason, she looked over her shoulder at the broad expanse of his muscles stretching beneath his shirt as he pointed to the grill and chatted with her dad.

Taking a long, much needed gulp from the icy bottle, she prayed that it would be enough to cool her off. A slightly unsteady hand caused a drop of foamy beer to spill down her chin and neck.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath as Colin's boisterous laugh echoed across the rooftop.

A tingle on her skin made Regan look up as she wiped the liquid with her fingers. Steve watched her from across her father's head as he told some story, gesturing wildly with a pair of barbecue tongs. It looked as if he was assessing her like she was a danger he couldn't figure out how to approach.

Emboldened by both distance and the heat, she raised an eyebrow and brought her thumb to her full lips. Gently sucking the beer from her fingertip, Steve's stare melted her from the inside.

There was another twitch of his jaw before he turned away to help her dad once more. That was all she got and Regan couldn't deny that it stung but shook the feeling off.

She walked to the edge of the rooftop, pressing her stomach against the railing, her eyes travelling over the beautiful New York skyline.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her back and it was clear from the way her body reacted to the touch who was standing behind her. His heat radiated over her as his hand lingered a second longer.

"You missed this, huh?" She heard him say and as she looked up, she found him looking at her.

"Yeah. London is beautiful but nothing beats this view."

"I can think of something that beats this view," His voice rasped, laced with something wicked and before she could respond, he was gone.

Regan looked over her shoulder, watching Steve’s retreating form, all firm muscles beneath his tight shirt, jeans hugging his pert ass.

She whipped back around, breathing in deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. Taking another sip of beer, she pushed off the railing and went to a lounge chair near her dad and Steve, just within earshot.

Regan lay in the sun, warming quickly, getting sticky hot in her dress. She sat up, glancing over at the two men and getting caught in Steve’s gaze. Her dad was busy with the ribs but Steve’s blue eyes bore into her.

With a sly smile, Regan slowly stood and peeled her dress up and off her body, revealing her bikini underneath.

She could feel his eyes on her as she hid a sly smile from his view. Regan sat back down in the lounge chair and took another long sip of her beer before dragging the cold bottle along her collarbone, trying to cool herself off. As she sat the bottle on a small table beside her, Regan could feel his eyes follow her every movement.

Meanwhile, Steve gulped and reached for his own beer as he adjusted himself as discreetly as he could while he continued to listen to Collin ramble on about his story.

Even though she couldn’t hear his words the lilting tones of her Dad’s narrative amidst the distant noises of Brooklyn eventually lulled Regan into a comforting bubble of sleepiness. The warmth of the late afternoon sun only exacerbated the tiredness she felt from her long journey and she let her lids slide almost closed, dozing lazily on the chair.

A whisper of breath against her neck made her shiver as a low voice sounded quietly in her ear.

“Careful you don’t burn that pretty skin of yours, Princess.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed thickly, trying to pass off the butterflies that erupted in her stomach at the closeness as she shifted and pushed her chest out slightly, "I don't think that's a concern for you to have, Rogers," she quipped back quietly and opened one of her eyes to meet his.

Steve's tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his left eyebrow ticked upwards at her comment, making a blush rise up her neck, "well that's something we disagree about..." his eyes flickered back to Colin who was still facing away from them, watching the grill, "all that time in London, and now you think you can get away with everything," he smirked.

The way he was looking at her made every nerve in her body tingle, the fear of her father turning around and seeing how close they were in the back of her mind, but the flirty almost demanding banter from Steve was enough for her to push it to the side.

"I guess we'll have to see how much I can get away with," she returned the smirk, and waved her empty beer bottle at him, plastering on a sweet smile and blinking up at him, "since you're up anyway, would you mind?" she teased.

Steve smirked at her and leaned over, taking one more glance at her father who was completely oblivious to what was going on. Gingerly, he plucked the beer bottle from her fingers, his skin grazing against hers. She could see the veins in his forearm and it took all of her self-control not to trace them with her eyes. Sparks crackled along her skin and cascaded all the way down her spine. She bit her bottom lip and heat rushed to her cheeks, blossoming across her skin as Steve let out a soft chuckle.

“Must be the sun making you blush like that, hmm?”

Regan swallowed hard.

“Are you gonna get me my beer or stand there staring at me?”

She meant to sound more confident, but the way he was looking at her made it difficult to talk or even think. Her brain felt fuzzy, and it wasn’t from the beer. Steve flashed another smile, wider this time, his ocean blue eyes shining in the sunlight.

“I can do both, can't I?”

With that, he winked at her and headed for the cooler, her empty bottle dangling from his fingertips. Regan sat, sweat prickling her skin, with her mouth agape as she tried to process what was going on.

This couldn’t be happening. Was the too-sudden heat confusing her?

Steve had never been this bold before. There had been fleeting heated looks and barely there touches lingering a bit too long to be accidental, but he’d never quipped back to her flirty remarks.

The doubt that had plagued her since she met him was quickly fading into hopefulness. If she wasn’t imagining things, if Steve was actually flirting back… it had to mean he felt it too, the magnetic pull between them.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of something cold and wet grazing her wrist. She hissed, instinctively trying to pull her arm back, but Steve was quick to hold it still, sliding the edge of the cold beer bottle along her pulse point and right into her palm. Then, as if she was a child, he put his hand on hers and closed her fingers around it in a tight fist.

“Careful, there,” he murmured, his hot breath on her ear, “Why so jumpy, princess?”

“Maybe if you didn’t sneak up on me,” she replied, trying to keep her tone sharp. But the close proximity and firm hold on her hand stole her voice.

Steve stood to his full height, looking over her, a handsome shadow haloed by the sun.

“You’re a big city girl, Regan. Being aware of your surroundings is the number one rule, isn’t it?” He flashed her a lazy grin, the greys in his bread glistening in the light as he turned to survey the terrace before peering back down at her. “You never know what you might miss.”

Regan’s whole body flushed hot and she was about to retaliate when Colin called a cheery ‘grubs up’, and Steve took two steps backward, a subtle wink and smirk on his face as he rubbed his hands together hungrily.

"Smells good, Dad," Regan said as she got up, following behind Steve to the patio table. "You always cook like this for Steve? Is there anything I need to know?"

Colin snorted, setting the heavy plate of barbecued meat on the table as he sat down. Slipping her dress back over her tousled hair, Regan glanced over at Steve and this time, she was sure he actually smirked at her teasing.

"Sorry honey, Steve isn't exactly my type."

Regan chuckled, choosing the seat opposite her father.

"Just checking," she smiled. "I can't have you spoiling just anyone in my absence."

As she reached to grip the wrought iron backing, Steve beat her to it, pulling the seat out wordlessly. Her eyes flitted up to his as she sat and fixed her dress, the flowing fabric falling just above her knees. There was a darkening in his eyes and Regan realized the position they were in again. If she leaned forward, her forehead would be at his stomach and her hands would-

"How about you, twinkle toes?" Colin asked as he passed a set of plates to Regan. "Was there anyone you were cooking for in London? Must be a shame that you had to leave so soon."

Steve casually pulled out the chair beside her and every muscle in her body tensed when he took his seat.

“Really wasn’t there for that Dad, and no one really caught my eye there,” Regan muttered, trying to end the conversation before it started. Colin opened his mouth to speak again but Regan beat him to it. “Looks like you forgot the barbecue sauce, Dad. I’ll go grab it,” she said, relief coloring her tone as she pushed back from the table.

Regan made her way across the roof and down to the apartment, taking a moment to breathe as she rested against the kitchen counter.

“You okay there, Regan? Need any help?” came a deep voice behind her, sending a shiver down her spine.

Regan gulped, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "N-no, I'm okay." She opened one of the cabinets but didn't find the sauce. Her dad must have moved things around again in her absence. He was always re-organizing things. Shutting the cabinet door, she opened another one, only to sigh. Where in the hell did he put the damn sauce this time?

Frustrated, she let out a huff before hearing a soft deep chuckle behind her.

"You're dad re-organized the kitchen in his usual manic state in prep for your return," he said as she finally turned to him. A smirk was plastered on his lips and his hair was dangling around his face while he leaned over the kitchen island propped up on his elbows, "told him the last thing you cared about was where the syrup lived."

Regan couldn't help but breathe out a laugh despite the tingling sensation crawling over her body as his eyes darkened at the sound she made. Steve stood up straight, the white in his shirt a deeper shade from the sweat forcing it to cling to the muscles in his chest. She watched his fingers drag along the edge of the island as he circled around it toward her. The fact that he couldn't hear her heart hammering against her rib cage was shocking to her considering all she could hear was the thundering of it in her ears with the closer he got.

As he moved to stand in front of her his tongue flicked over his bottom lip, "you've gotta be more observant, twinkle toes." Steve rasped, her father's nickname rolling off his tongue like a sin.

His hand reached up and for a moment she thought he was going to touch her with the way he took a step forward with the action, but he reached behind her pulling open a cabinet and showed her the bottle of barbecue sauce. Regan became acutely aware of the shrinking space between them as he towered over her and the swarm of butterflies in her chest began to swirl.

The smell of his deep ember and vanilla spiced cologne swirled in her nose and made her head feel dizzy. Regan couldn't stop her eyes from flickering towards his plump lips as he smirked at her and placed the sauce bottle on the counter beside them. He had to know what he was doing to her, despite trying to keep her composure, she was convinced her feelings were right there in the open.

His fingers brushed the side of her neck and pushed her blonde waves back off her bare shoulder, "I like your hair long like this," he finally spoke through the silence, "does your father know about the little tattoo on your rib cage?" his hand continued softly down over her dress, lightly brushing where the small lavender tattoo sat.

“Yeah, but he- he doesn’t really care,” Regan’s voice shook despite her trying to sound unaffected, “Do you?”

It was a bold question, and she wished to take it back as soon as it came out. She watched Steve’s face, holding her breath, waiting for him to react. What would he say? Had she read this wrong? Or, worse than that, had she read this right?

Steve didn’t react for a long moment, and she feared that this was it, that he would push her away, maybe even tell her dad, humiliate her.

Then, he hummed, low in his throat. “You really don’t keep any secrets from him, do you?”

He looked up at her, head tilted down and long eyelashes fluttering over his defined cheekbones, but it was the look in his eyes that took her breath away.

In the dim light of the kitchen, she could barely see the blue of his irises anymore. His pupils were impossibly wide, giving his eyes a dark, hungry look that had her core clenching around nothing.

He wanted her. He wanted her.

A spark of courage lit up in her chest.

“I could,” she whispered, wetting her lips.

“Yeah?” He breathed. “You think so?”

It was almost a challenge as he stepped toward her, closing the gap between the two of them. Every footstep, every breath felt so heavy between them as the tension mounted. Regan felt like she might burst.

Her heart was thumping in her throat while Steve stared her down, his eyes warm yet piercing. He was playing a dangerous game. They both were.

She grabbed the bottle and placed it between them as a barrier. Steve’s large hand wrapped around it and her fingers, his eyes locking with hers. Suddenly, she found it hard to take a full breath the second he started to lean forward. Heat bloomed in her belly and the soft fabric of her dress was suddenly the most constricting and irritating thing in the world. She felt his other hand wrap around her waist and pressed her tighter against the counter like he was testing her limits along with his own.

“Why don’t I take this up to your dad and you cool off in here?” He suggested, moving his hand to brush his knuckles against her bare arm. “You feel a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, her voice crushed by the weight of the tension between them.

He grinned.

“Keep telling yourself that, princess.”

Steve dipped his head, beard grazing her cheek on his way to her ear and sending a tingle down her spine. The hand on her arm travelled further south and Regan’s breath hitched as she felt the hem of her dress lift from her skin. Steve thumbed at the fabric, rubbing it between his fingertips.

“Pretty,” he purred, “a good choice, don’t you think?”

As he drew back, Regan peered up at him confused as she took in his raised eyebrow and the sparkle in the blue of his irises — or what was left of them. His pupils were blown wide as he tilted his, studying her intensely.

And then he was gone, the warmth from his body and the intoxicating scent left lingering in the air as he walked away.

The pieces of the puzzle slid together slowly as she stared down at the dress she was wearing. She had just assumed her father had laid it out for her, stupid and naive she swore under her breath. She huffed, pushing off the counter and out into the hallway. Regan closed the apartment door behind her and jogged after him as quickly as her little legs would take her, sliding between him and the entrance to the roof before he could open it.

She pressed her back against it, looking up at him. Arm tense and pressed into her side as he reached for the bar her back rested against. She watched a single bead of sweat roll down over his skin, trickling down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Did you enjoy the show?" She asked, biting her tongue as he leaned close enough to brush against her nose.

A soft tsk fell from his lips, "do you like being watched?" he asked, countering her question with his own. "Be honest," he whispered.

His voice carried the slight trace of an accent as he spoke, his eyes now so dark with wanton that she wondered how much self-control this man had. Hmmm, I could put that to the test, she thought.

"Wouldn’t you like to know," Her hand travelled to the belt of his pants, tugging slightly.

She watched him carefully as his eyes flared up and she could feel him struggle with his control.

"You're playing with fire, Regan."

“I like the heat,” Regan quipped, slipping her fingertips along the sliver of skin between his shirt and jeans. She could feel his abdomen tremble and she grinned, quickly withdrawing them and pressing backwards, pushing the door open and semi-gracefully twisting to the open rooftop.

“Hey Dad, sorry that took so long, someone forgot to tell me they reorganized again,” Regan teased Colin as she made her way back to the table.

“You comin’ Steve?” Colin called out and Regan glanced back, seeing Steve still standing at the door, hand deep in his pocket.

She covered up a snort as he started, walking over slightly awkwardly before sitting at the table next to her again, a little closer than before. Regan glanced at Steve as he scooted his chair and adjusted how he sat before he began filling his plate with food.

"So..." she began. "What have you two been up to while I was gone? Besides embarrassing me by sharing stories about me." She only half listened to her father's answer as she suddenly felt Steve's heavy hand on her knee beneath the table.

She gave him the side eye. What the hell are you doing? Feeling him gently grip her knee while he openly acted as if nothing was happening only served to make the butterflies in her chest turn into bees.

His hand felt calloused and rough against her heated skin. She felt it slide further, pushing the hem of her dress with it just far enough to torture her with the question of how far he was willing to go with her father two feet away.

"Regan? Honey, are you okay?" Her father's voice filtered through the flash flood of thoughts currently drowning her mind.

"What? Oh--yea--yeah," She stammered. Steve's hand un-wavered from its position. Standing his ground and toeing the metaphorical line in the sand. She felt his forefinger begin to draw small tiny circles into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, setting fire to her scorched skin.

"Where's your head at twinkle toes?" Colin asked, taking a bite of ribs.

Regan shook her head, picking up her beer hoping to cool herself down, "Nowhere but here dad." She flashed him a somewhat convincing smile moving her hand under the table and curling her fingers around Steve's.

Her intention was to move his hand away, to silently scold him for being so bold in front of her father, but she couldn’t do it.

Couldn’t deny herself the delicious feeling of his fingertips pressing into the flesh of her thigh, blood rushing back to her skin every time he shifted his grip higher.

Her dad emptied his beer, reaching for the cooler to retrieve another and flashing them both a tipsy smile as he held one more out towards them in offering.

“Last one,” he shrugged, gaze flitting between them.

Only then did Steve’s hand leave Regan, long enough to flip the cap from the bottle and tilt it towards her.

“You don’t mind sharing, do you, sweetheart?”

"I don't know where that mouth has been," she scoffed, pulling it from his grip.

"Steve's a gentleman sweetie," Colin laughed at their playful banter, leaning back in his chair. "I'm sure he won't mind."

"You don't mind do you?" She tilted it toward her pouty lips.

"You can pay me back some other time," Steve laughed loudly, but his eyes never left her lips and she could feel his knuckle drift back to the hem of her skirt, lifting it higher than before. "You'll be home all summer." He added.

"It's gonna be so nice having my girl home!" Colin announced loudly, nearly spilling from his chair.

"Dad," Regan lurched from her chair, worried about him. "I think the beer and the heat are getting to you!"

"Christ, you might be right," her dad laughed, shaking his head. "Game hasn't even started and I'm already out of it."

"How many did you have before I got here?"

Colin looked somewhat sheepish as he stood, swaying on his feet. There was a pink tint to his cheeks that she hadn't noticed before. Sending Steve a confused look, she watched Steve hold up four fingers just out of Colin's view and suppressed a laugh.

"Okay, okay," Regan sighed, pushing up from the table. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

"Alright, let's go. Steve, see ya." Colin waved his friend goodbye and they slowly made their way downstairs, her father hiccupping every second step.

She watched him get into his en suite bathroom after she picked up his pyjamas from the console across from the bed.

"I'm fine, little one. I can take it from here. Don’t worry about me, your tipsy dad can handle a nap by himself. Go relax,” he said as he pulled the comforter over his body. He had no idea what that sentence made her feel and she prayed to high heavens that he didn't notice the way the blush crept into her cheeks.

"Sleep well, pops. Thank you for taking me in." She whispered as her father closed his eyes.

"Anything for you, twinkle-toes. I'm so glad I have you back here. I love you." And with that, he dozed off into sleep.

A small shiver ran through her body and the realization that she’d forgotten her cardigan on the roof washed over her. Regan fought with herself for a moment, telling herself that she could grab it in the morning, but the other side of her wanted to finish what she’d started with Steve.

Or at least what she thought had been started.

Her body shook with anticipation at the delicious tension spreading through her body as she walked back out onto the rooftop and saw Steve sitting in one of the chairs, his legs spread apart, holding an ornate glass of dark liquid between his strong fingers.

"Regan..." She heard him rasp as her feet transported her closer to him as if they have a mind of their own.

Regan stopped a few inches from his right knee, staring down at it, until Steve shifted. He sat forwards in his chair, jeans pulling tight against strong, thick thighs, and he balanced his glass against his left thigh, right one open and oh so enticing.

“Wanna sit honey? Plenty of room,” Steve rumbled, lifting his glass and taking a sip of what had to be whiskey or maybe bourbon. Regan suddenly felt parched, dying for a taste.

She glanced around, looking for her chair but it was pushed off to the side. She finally met Steve’s playful stare, the fingers of his right hand drawing her gaze away, back to his thighs.

Before she could second guess herself, Regan took that last step forward and straddled Steve’s thigh, biting back a whimper at the feel of the strong muscles between her own soft thighs.

Steve leaned back on his chair, his jeans rubbing against Regan's underwear as he adjusted his legs. Goosebumps formed along her skin as warmth pooled between her legs while she settled herself on his thigh.

He tilted his head upwards, meeting her gaze with a playful smirk. He trailed his index finger along her thigh, circling a freckle that lay just below the bunched up hem of her dress.

"Are you comfortable, Regan?" he purred.

"Umm..." She took a steadying breath, knowing that he could see she was flushed from her ears to her chest. Feeling Steve move his leg again made her gasp and reach to steady herself by holding onto one of his shoulders. Shit

"What is it, princess? Something bothering you? Or is something feeling a little too good to ignore?"

Regan pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and turned her gaze towards the rooftop door. The slight fear of someone catching them, not just someone, but her dad, crept up into her mind. Even if he was drunk out of his mind and probably long passed out, he could stumble back up to the roof for something. It was too risky being so out in the open.

As if he could tell where her mind went, Steve placed his fingertips gently on the side of her cheek and turned her gaze back to meet his, the blue of his eyes flickering in the low light from the city that surrounded them.

"Eyes on me, beautiful," he whispered, moving his hand down to the side of her neck and tracing his thumb over her throat, "we're safe up here. It's just the two of us," he reassured, with his smirk returning, "now, answer my question, is something bothering you or are you done ignoring this?"

He continued moving his leg underneath her, pulling small whines from her lips as she kept her eyes on him, trying to think of a way to answer him coherently.

“I don’t think I could ignore this if I tried.”

Steve’s breath rushed out of his chest at her confession. There was no time like the present to be honest, and there was no way in hell she was going to walk away from this as terrified as she was to get caught. Steve’s cheeks were dusted pink and he licked his lips. He leaned forward, dragging his lips along her jawline until they reached her ear. She shivered at the sensation of his beard brushing against her skin and bit back a whimper.

“That makes two of us,” he rumbled. “Do you know how hard it’s been to stay away from you?”

Regan smiled and slid her hands beneath his t-shirt, fingernails just barely grazing his abs. Her hips instinctively rocked back and forth and she could feel herself getting wetter from the tension alone.

“Why don’t you show me?” She whispered.

He nibbled on her earlobe and she gasped.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, he pulled back and his hand slipped around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. The second their lips crashed, Regan groaned, butterflies swarming her stomach as Steve’s other hand gripped her hip and began to rock her back and forth along his thigh as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

He took his time, feeling her out, whisky and barbecue and something uniquely him flooding her senses.

Steve’s tongue was heavy against hers, teeth catching harshly on her bottom lip before he soothed the sensitive skin with small kisses, almost too tender compared to the way he guided her over him. Steve grunted, rough and from deep in his chest as she writhed against him.

With each rock of her hips, Regan felt his cock hardening beneath the denim, eliciting a gasp from her lips as he shifted beneath her. As glorious as the feeling of his rough jeans was, she was desperate for fewer layers and more skin.

Steve slipped a hand into the front of her bathing suit bottoms, his hot skin slipping between her folds with ease. "So ready," he groaned against her, using his hand to rock her faster, "feral for me. How long has it been since you've been touched, baby girl?" He asked.

When she tried to answer nothing but a heavily broken whine dripped from her lips, her mouth propped open by his as he worked against her faster. "Such pretty noises the desperate whore makes, don't stop." He demanded, "ride my thigh until you're moaning my name and then I'll flip you over and give you something to really scream about."

She nearly collapsed against him but he held her in place as he pushed his thigh up against her forcibly over and over, his fingers guiding her pussy back and forth until she was an embarrassing, withering mess.

His other hand wrapped in her hair and pulled her mouth back to his, tongue and teeth crashing together as her legs started to shake. Steve's heated lips moved down her jaw, leaving wet kisses that made Regan's noises grow higher in pitch and more breathless as her head fell back.

"Fuck me," Regan whined, embarrassed by how quickly she folded, but she felt like she was going to combust. "Please, I- I need more."

She felt his lips turn up in a grin and the throbbing in her cunt grew stronger.

"We'll get there, darlin'," Steve murmured against her damp skin. "First I'm gonna have you come like this. Then you'll get my mouth..."

Regan gasped as his thumb started to circle her clit and it nearly got her there, but his touch was too light, too soft for how he was speaking to her. He was teasing her and based on the twitching in his jeans, he really fucking liked it.

"And then," Steve growled, pressing up harder against her, the friction burning her thighs raw. "if you're a good girl, I'll fuck you like one."

"But what if I'm not a good girl?" Regan asked in a playful innocence she knew damn well would rile him up.

"Oh, Regan," he chuckled mischievously as he applied the slightest bit more pressure to her clit, her mind reeling and begging for release. "Then I'll fuck you like a good little slut," he rasped so close to her ear, his words vibrated through her body.

Little by little he increased the pressure and speed until he was just right, a scream left her throat.

"Fuck, the noises you make. Fucking beautiful."

Regan panted, body slumping into Steve’s firm chest, feeling it move under her as he chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’re worn out already?” he teased, knuckles brushing under her chin and lifting her head until her blurry gaze met his sharp one. “Can’t very well make good on my words if you’re already fading.”

Regan shook herself, blinking rapidly before sitting up straight, fisting Steve’s long hair in one hand, crushing their lips together again.

“I can handle anything you’ve got for me Captain,” she murmured against his lips and he bit down sharply on her bottom one, a yelp escaping her as he pulled it away from her, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a pop.

“On the patio table now, Regan,” he growled, hands going to her hips and lifting her up onto her feet.

Regan bit her lip, her heart hammering against her ribcage in anticipation. Steve's lips found her purchase on her neck leaving a trail of nips and kisses along the way as he walked her towards the table, his fingers digging into her hips.

He pushed her against it, the feel of cold metal against her thin dress doing nothing to quench the heat surrounding her. Dragging his wet warm lips back up to her lips, he slipped his hands down to her thighs picking her up and sitting her on the table.

"Eager there, Rogers?" Regan laughed against his lips. Her teasing was quickly cut by a gasp when she felt his long, rough fingers wrap around her neck.

"That's Captain to you," he growled against her lips.

She giggled before gasping as he bit her bottom lip hard enough to cause a bit of pain. Regan pulled away from him with narrowed eyes. "What was that for?"

Steve gave her a hard stare before his face softened slightly. "Sorry," he murmured. He gently rested his hand on the back of her neck before placing a gentle kiss on her now painful bottom lip. "No more lip," he murmured. His demeanor changed again as he pulled her to the edge of the table and ran his hands up her dress to rest on her thighs. "Now... will you let your Captain have a taste? Because dessert sounds rather nice."

She nodded and Steve grinned.

“Good,” he whispered, pushing her thighs apart while dropping to his knees. The only thing she could see in the dying sunlight were those eyes digging into her fucking soul. Flames licked her belly, shooting through every muscle in her body as Steve took his fucking time sliding his calloused hands up and down her thighs.

“Now, spread your legs for me. I want ‘em nice and wide, sugar. And you stay like that, is that clear?”

“Yes, Captain,” she purred.

A growl sprung from his throat and she could see that he was struggling to keep control, kissing his way up and down each thigh. Trying to make the most of every moment. Regan’s breath caught in her chest as he worked his way higher and higher to her dripping cunt. He lifted his head and slowly began to slide two fingers inside of her.

“You keep calling me that and the whole goddamn city’s gonna hear you begging me to fuck you.”

Regan’s retort was cut off by the sensation of Steve’s tongue slowly dragging along her clit as he pushed his fingers in deeper. Her head fell back and she bit down on her knuckles, letting out a muffled groan.

He worked at her relentlessly, the patio table beneath her practically rocking as she lifted her hips from the table to press herself against his face. She wanted to ride herself free of the second orgasm against his nose while his tongue flicked at her core and his fingers curled inside of her reaching all the tender sweet spots.

"Wait for it," he growled, pushing her back down against the table. His hand slid from her hips and bit into the underside of her ass roughly, causing her to whimper from the pain. She hadn't expected to enjoy it so much but each rough touch sent a thousand tiny shockwaves rolling through her only making her crave more.

He was daring her to misbehave, she wanted to feel the crack of his hand against her ass, feel the sting of his fingers around her nipples and the sharp bite of his teeth on her thighs. She wanted more than ever before. She wiggled down against him, his beard rubbing against her inner thighs as his tongue pressed against her already stuffed pussy.

"I want more," she begged and without hesitation, he obliged but not without consequence. He rolled her hips to the side, so her leg was hooked over his shoulder pressed tightly against his cheek and rubbed the soft skin of her ass before laying into her.

"I told you to wait," he warned.

With a whimper, Regan wriggled in his grasp, chasing the feeling of his lips against her body again. This time his hand gripped her ass even harder, surely leaving purple marks on the creamy colored skin. In a blink, Steve rose up, gripping her chin tightly. Her lips parted as his calloused palm held her in place and Steve smirked at the dazed look in her eye.

"Be. Good. Regan," he murmured before capturing her lips again, leaving a salty taste on her tongue.

She nodded breathlessly, licking the dampness from her lips as he got back onto his knees, blue eyes blown dark in the lavender twilight.

"So fucked out, already, my girl can't even talk," Steve murmured against her thigh before his lips wrapped around her clit and pulled harshly before releasing it as she cried out. "You might not make it through me fucking you."

"I can, please," Regan begged him. Her voice came out a strangled whimper.

"So eager,” he growled, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard I might have to replace the patio table," his hand darted out and wrapped around her chin so she was captivated by his eyes.

"I want you to be good and use your words, sugar."

Regan bit back a whine and wrapped her hand around Steve’s wrist, pulling his hand from her face, and guiding it back to her dripping cunt.

“C’mon Captain,” she grinned, determined to take back some power despite her mouth falling open in a gasp as his fingers entered her again. “You want me to be good? Make me.”

Steve’s fingers immediately crooked against her spot, his thumb pressing down on her clit, rubbing back and forth until her thighs were shaking and her nails were digging into his skin.

“Fuck!” Regan shouted, waves of orgasm crashing over her. Before she could even come down, Steve was moving, slipping his fingers from her and flipping her over onto her stomach. He trailed them over her ass, slapping it lightly, then harder when she moaned.

“That’s my good little slut,” he whispered in her ear, bent over her back.

Steve's words flowed over her, making her shiver. If it were anyone else, she was sure she would whip around and slap them. But being Steve... something was different. Regen whimpered as she felt Steve pull apart her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the concrete at their feet. "Steve... please."

She looked over her shoulder, watching as he stared down at her before she noticed his arm moving. Her eyes drifted down only to widen at the size of Steve's weeping cock. Oh my god.

Regan couldn't stop the whimper as it left her throat, and she felt her cunt clench around nothing in anticipation. Every thought in her mind melted away, all the fear she'd felt about getting caught was gone. She just wanted him. She needed him. And by the cocky smirk that was painted on his lips, he knew it too.

Steve stepped forward and positioned himself, his hard cock pressed into her folds, teasing her more with each slight movement.

"That's it Regan, beg me," he rasped, gripping the skin of her hip with one hand and moving the other slowly up her spine to tangle in her blonde waves, pulling softly.

She whined again, biting the inside of her cheek, "Please Steve... please," she pushed her hips back into him, pulling a growl from deep in his chest.

He brought his hand back and slapped it once more on her ass, "try again, sweetheart,"

"Please fuck me, Steve, please," she breathed, relishing in the stinging pain of her ass as he rubbed the sore spot, "I need you inside of me, please fuck me"

He teased her entrance with the tips of his fingers. He didn’t push them inside of her, but she could feel him working her clit, teasing it ever so slowly as he leaned over.

“You can do better than that,” he urged. “You want me to fuck you like a little whore? Then you beg me like one.”

“Fuck you!” She cried out. “You’re such an asshole.”

This wasn’t what he wanted, but it was what he was going to get. She was so desperate, that every muscle in her body was shaking. Steve smacked her ass one more time and she bit down on the inside of her cheek, swallowing a grunt as her clit throbbed.

“Do you need to be shown how to behave?” He growled. Very slowly, he removed his fingers and dragged the tip of his cock through her folds. “Because I can do that for you, angel.”

Regan’s eyes rolled back and she let out a sound that she didn’t even know she could make— broken and jagged. Steve placed his hand at the base of her throat and his lips curled into a wicked grin. Regan found her composure, drawing in a breath as he began to rub the tip of his cock against her swollen clit.

“Fuck me, Steve. I’ve been such a good girl for you, haven’t I?”

He chuckled, capturing her lips in a rough and messy kiss before pulling back.

“You’ve been anything but that.”

"I'll be a good little whore, I promise," she cried out, every inch of her aching for him. She could feel him running his rock hard length from her ass to her clit, over and over without remorse. Only a soft chuckle fell from his lips as she begged him for all of it. "Please Captain, fill me to the brim, I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I'll do anything."

"You say that like I doubted you," he whispered, the hand around her throat tightened gently against her skin and his hand ran down the sweat licked center of her back. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide and exposing her to him completely. She felt raw and on display as he rocked himself into her without warning. She wasn't prepared for his size, stinging pleasure rolling through her as he stretched every inch of her sore cunt, pushing her to her limits. The pain vibrated down through her toes as she pushed up onto them and fell into the hold around her throat.

"I can't-" she pleaded, feeling the hand that rolled around her ass, he was playing at it. Waiting for her pleas but she could feel him wanting more as he dragged himself from her clenching, dripping cunt slower than her body could process the size. "Steve," she panted, unable to finish her sentence as his balls slapped against her throbbing clit and he filled her again.

"You can't what?" He growled, his thumb brushing against her entrance. When she didn't answer him he slapped his hand across her ass, the sound ringing through the air alongside her strangled gasp. "Answer me."

Regan felt tears well up in her eyes, frustratingly turned on to the point that she couldn't even begin. His fingers tightened around her throat as another slap echoed across the rooftop, sending spots across her vision.

"You aren't a very good listener, are you? That's okay, I'll teach you."

"Please, please, please," she sputtered. "I can't take...fuck, Steve!"

This was what she needed, maybe a part of the reason she came back. Someone to break her and put all those pieces back together. A tear fell down her face and Steve's thumb turned her cheek towards him, his wicked grin appearing in the corner of her vision over her shoulder.

"Cry for me a little more and I might go easy on you."

Regan’s eyes rolled back into her skull as a shudder travelled through her body. She heard Steve curse and suddenly he was pressing against her entrance again.

“You have no fucking idea how you look do you?” Steve started pushing in, slowly, Regan moaning loudly as she was stretched again. “No idea how you look with that fucking body moving, caught up in pleasure, thinking of nothing but me. I’ll fuck you, pretty girl, I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me to let you come until you’re crying harder than this little display.”

Regan couldn’t catch her breath, between the tears and the way Steve had started fucking into her, punching the air out of her chest until she was nearly screaming.

A big hand came up to cover her open mouth, covering half her face with its width. “Shh, Regan, the whole neighborhood didn’t hear you yet,” Steve whispered into her ear, biting down on the lobe before sucking on it, hips pounding her into the suddenly creaking table.

She whimpered into his hand, her whole body shaking under his. She was desperate to feel more of him. Even inside of her he still wasn't close enough, there was too much fabric between them. Regan wanted to feel his taut chest against her back, feel the way his muscles flexed as he relentlessly drove into her.

Steve dragged his hand back from her mouth slowly, and as if they shared the same need his fingers worked the knot at the back of her neck the thin strands of her dress falling onto the table. His movements didn't falter as he pulled down roughly on the fabric causing the table to shake along with her.

"The... the table," she moaned, trying to do her best to help Steve remove her dress from her body. The table creaked loudly beneath them. Loud enough for her to wonder if they were both going to topple to the ground. The thought was fleeting though as Steve increased his pace, driving himself into her body. "Steve..."

"Steve!" His name came out as a louder sob than she'd meant it to, but it caught his attention just in time.

The table once more groaned loudly as the legs finally gave way, crashing the old metal table to the ground. Steve's arm linked around Regan's waist and caught her before either of them fell, stepping forward, his cock slipped out of her and he spun her into his chest.

The world felt like it was spinning for a moment as her fingers curled into the metal dog tags that hung around his neck. He helped her stand and catch her balance as his now dark blue eyes flitted over her features, concern sparking over his face.

"Are you okay?" he rasped, cupping her cheek in his hand and gripping her waist with the other.

Regan nodded and breathed deeply, keeping her gaze locked on him, "I'm okay," she repeated, the coolness of the dog tags bringing a new feeling into her otherwise warm body.

"Good," he growled, scooping his arms under her legs and making his way over to the chair she'd found him in earlier, "cause I'm not finished with you yet"

Her laughter echoed through the air and Steve sat down on it, letting Regan shift her body so that she could straddle him. She looked back at the mess that they’d left behind and giggled.

“How are you gonna explain that?”

“Communal rooftop, drunk teenagers,” he replied, cradling her face with both hands. The pad of his thumb slid along her bottom lip as he searched her eyes. His expression was tender and vulnerable, and it made her heart skip a few beats. This guy could turn on a dime. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded and Steve kissed her, so sweetly that she wanted to cry. Her arms snaked around the back of his neck, playing with his hair and running her fingers through it. She’d always thought about it, it looked so soft. Steve groaned as the kiss deepened and Regan decided to take the reins, easing herself back down onto his cock. Her eyes squeezed shut as he filled her to the brim. Regan felt tears sticking to her lashes as her cheeks flamed.

The whimper that left Steve's lips was addicting, and she began to rock her hips, taking control. There was something about him that made her feel insanely confident. She pulled back, bouncing on top of him as his head fell back.

“Fuck, Regan.”

“Atta boy,” she whispered. “How long have you been thinking about fucking me?”

He laughed, his chest heaving as she fucked him and he tried to swallow his groans. Regan grabbed his dog tags and pulled on them, forcing him to meet her eye while she took him as deep as she could. His eyes widened as Regan leaned in and flicked his bottom lip with her tongue.

“I asked you a question, Captain. I expect an answer.”

His hands ran down her back, his fingers tickling the bare skin down to the swell of her ass. He cupped her more gently than she would have liked but he helped lift her up and down his shaft, pushing the speed at which they moved together. His breath trembled from his lips as he opened his mouth to speak as Regan pulled herself to the tip of his expanding erection. She revelled in the pressure it built, she found sick, needy pleasure in how it drove him nuts to be out of control.

His hands tightened around her skin, pulling her ass into his palms as he fought his hungry urges. "I've wanted a taste of your weeping pussy the first time you bent over in those tiny jean shorts you wore around last summer." He nipped at her collarbone. "Tell me," he begged breathlessly, still gripping her tightly, "tell me you wanted it too."

She giggled, it dripped from her lips. She had visited her dad for a week and she could feel Steve's eyes watching her even then. She had dug those shorts from the back of her closet, barely squeezing her ass into them before parading around in the apartment. The tip of his dick rolled against her entrance, stretching her wider as he tried to pull her back over him. "I enjoyed watching you squirm," she whispered, "how often do you think about those shorts?" She asked, needing to know the answer.

"As often as I think about your pert little tits in my mouth," he dragged his teeth against her, "more when I dreamed about how good your pussy would feel wrapped around me."

Regan gasped, high and loud as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down and pulling until she cried out before letting go. Her breast stung, pain spreading through it but she relished in it, digging her hands into his hair and pulling. Steve's head fell back, their eyes meeting, and Regan pressed their foreheads together, lips meeting in an open-mouthed, gasping kiss.

"Gonna make me come again, Captain?" she asked breathlessly, rising and falling quickly on his dick. Steve gripped her hips tight enough that her skin was darkening before their eyes but she didn't care, she wanted more. "C'mon Cap, I'm waiting."

Steve snarled and his hips jumped up, pumping into her hard, the chair groaning beneath them but somehow holding together as he fucked up into her. "Gonna make you come so hard you can't even say your name, Regan," he growled, and she hiccuped, tears forming in her eyes from the intense pleasure gathering at the base of her spine.

"Please- Steve I-"

"No, you don't say anything unless you need to stop," Steve grunted, nearly lifting out of the chair as he fucked her.

Regan's face fell forward and she took her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down almost to the point of drawing blood holding back her cries.

She closed her fists on Steve's shirt pulling at the sweat ridden fabric. Her fingers ached to feel his hot skin.

Steve dragged a finger up her chest, the soft graze making her hiss at the contact. He grabbed onto her chin forcing her to look back at him as he pounded into her.

He pulled at her bottom lip with his thumb, "You're taking me so well, sweet girl."

Regan cried out, her hands pulling even tighter on his thin t-shirt. Steve leaned forward hovering his lips over hers, "Rip it off, Regan," he breathed.

She grinned and licked her lips. Regan didn't have to be told twice. She pulled hard at his shirt, hearing the cotton tear between her fingers. Regan instantly let go of the fabric and ran both hands along his chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscles against her hands. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you in the elevator," she admitted.

Steve chuckled as he halted his movements for a moment and sat up to fully remove his shirt and toss it to the ground before capturing her lips in a searing kiss, devouring her mouth with his. He moaned into her mouth, when she began rocking back and forth against his pelvis once more. Regan was getting so close. Steve pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her.

"Come on baby, ride me. Hard and fast."

As Regan began bouncing faster, clenching her dripping cunt around him, their sounds echoed out into the New York sky. All their cares about who might hear them disappeared. The only thing that mattered was them, at that moment, taking everything they could from each other.

The fire deep in her belly grew with every thrust and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer with the soft praises that dripped from Steve's lips.

“Doing so good for me, darlin’,” he moaned. "Taking every inch just like I knew you would."

All she could feel was heat in her belly, her toes curling and tingling each time their hips met. Their moans reached a crescendo and her fingernails raked down his chest as Steve’s hand came to rest at the base of her throat again. Regan’s lips parted and she grinned, reaching up to cover his hand with her own.

“More,” she whispered, pressing down on his fingers.

Steve grinned.

“You filthy little slut,” he growled as he pressed on the sides of her throat just enough to make her dizzy.

Regan rode him harder and faster, butterflies exploding in her belly and the knot that had been getting tighter and tighter as he hit her g-spot finally snapped. She cried out, wildfire spreading all through her belly and down her legs. Her muscles quivered and Steve released her throat, letting her bury her head in his shoulder as wave after wave of her climax washed over her. He stroked her back and let her slow down for a moment.

“Good girl."

The sound of his husky voice praising her made the wetness between her legs grow even as she drenched his cock and spiraled down from her high. She wanted him to call her all the sweet things all the time, especially if he was praising her for taking him so well. She wanted to feel every inch of him every second of every waking moment and she was quickly granted that wish as he began to pump again chasing the high he hadn't caught.

She leaned into him, offering herself to him like a prize to be won and he took it without mercy. He slipped her off him, lifting her effortlessly from his cock and setting her on her feet. "Prove to me how good you can be," he whispered, reminding her of all the dirty, shameful things she had promised him. She sank to her knees before him as he slid forward and presented his hefty length to her.

His cock had seemed impossibly large, crammed inside of her but as she popped her lips over the tip and sunk down on him she realized how wrong she had been. His hand wrapped into her hair, pulling her down against him until his tip pressed against the back of her throat and tears stung at her eyes. "That's my girl," he whispered, his free hand twisting her sore and sensitive nipple between his fingers. "My sweet little desperate whore, so willing to do as she's told."

She pumped her mouth around him, pushing her tongue against the base of his shaft until he was making sweet noises for her. The grip in her hair tightened and she loosened her throat, welcoming the tantalizing taste of her own pussy mixed with the sweat and need of him down. He pumped twice more, shooting his release down her throat without remorse as he rubbed his thumb across her face and cleared the tears from her eyes.

She pulled away from his cock, licking up from the base to clean him completely and rose from her knees. Standing over him, covered in sweat and bruises, her ass stung from his playful abuse and her cunt clenched sore and sex abused as he drank her in with a sex drunk devilish look on his face. His pupils blown and the strands of his long hair messy and ready to be tugged on, she licked her lips chasing the taste of him as his cock fell against his stomach and he held out his arms to her.

"Pretty girl, you look even better covered in my hand prints."

This time his hands were soft as he brushed her equally messy hair from her face, wiping the remnants of sweat from her upper lip. Regan felt like she was outside of her body. She couldn’t help but giggle, biting her lip when Steve laughed.

“What are you laughin’ at, sweetheart?” He asked softly, the rasp still sending shivers down her spine. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings.”

“We ruined this rooftop for everyone,” she shook her head and started laughing even harder. “You broke a fucking table, Steve!”

Steve buried his damp head into her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist, Regan forced herself to reach up on her tiptoes to alleviate his hunched position. Chuckles shook her body as his breath cooled her overheated skin.

After a few moments, they came down from the high they created in this not so-secluded location. Earlier on, Regan was worried that she would have regrets afterwards, but that was the furthest thing from her mind.

She watched Steve button his jeans and outstretch his hand, the cornflower blue dress clutched in it. Smiling up through her lashes, she practically vibrated with the feeling of a new adventure in her future. Being with this man was certainly going to be a wild ride.

As if reading her mind, Steve spoke up as his head popped through the neck of his tattered t-shirt.

“So…are we gonna do this again?”

The sweet questioning tone made Regan’s heart flutter, so much so that she crossed the few steps to him. Placing a soft kiss on his slightly chapped lips, she sighed into him and enjoyed the warmth. Heartbeats went by until he tilted her head back and she smiled at his raised eyebrow and stern expression.

“Hell yeah, Cap.”

Steve’s eyes grew heavy as his hand drifted up to fix the neckline of her dress and he bent down to whisper in her ear. His words made a shock of excitement run straight to between her legs, already wanting him again despite the bruises and aches.

“Then I better see you in those shorts tomorrow.”

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