Tumgik
#honeygingergemini
honeygingergemini · 3 years
Text
Be Quiet
Tumblr media
pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: mean steve and smut of course 
notes: reuploding because I deleted it by accident :( it had the most reblogs on any writing I had ever posted so reblog again if you do not mind!
Tumblr media
This place is shitty. 
That’s the best way it can be described. It’s a glorified shit hole. There’s a stench. It lingers around every corner, not that there’s many corners to begin with. With the extra tall, extra beefy super soldier standing in the thick of the apartment there’s barely any room left for you and Natasha. The faucet is broken giving the apartment a pestering soundtrack of dripping water every second of the day, but you’re fugitives so you didn’t expect a five star treatment. You needed something to shelter you as you continued your duties and though it’s run down it did just that. 
Steve is giving you and Natasha a final run down of tomorrow’s mission more for his peace of mind than yours. You know exactly what is needed of you. You are to be in and out swiftly picking up the information you need, not overstaying your welcome. You and Natasha pay attention, intently focused on the super soldier as he speaks, but you’re one hundred percent sure you and Natasha are focused for different reasons. It’s a good thing you know your mission like the back of your hand otherwise you’d be in trouble. 
You’re distracted. 
The hard tall pile of super soldier looks so good right now. He’s deep in his speech, laser focused. His brows are stiff, slanted. Lines of expression are scattered all over his face letting you know he means business. His attire sings a completely different tune. He’s dressed in a loose white sleep shirt that looks to be on it’s second to last life. The flimsy t-shirt material only brings more attention to the rippling muscle beneath it. He paces back and forth in the small space of the living area. The room is so small or it could be that his legs are so long and large that he can only take one full step followed by a tiny extension before having to do a complete one eighty and continue pacing in the opposite direction. You imagine how his thighs flex and extend underneath those sweatpants. It doesn’t help that you know what that body looks like, what it feels like, underneath those thin layers.
There was one night early on in your run, a vulnerable night between you and steve. He was spiraling. A lot around him was changing and he needed people he could trust. People he could depend on with his life. He had asked, “Can I trust you?” Your captain had asked if he could trust you and of course your answer was clear and firm. 
Yes. 
It had filled him with respect to know that you supported him. You had followed him, supported him, and he had let you down. He allowed you to get hurt standing by him.It was a stab wound to your thigh, not something you haven’t ever experienced before. Definitely not something you haven’t experienced with him but for new reasons it felt different. Overwhelming. 
That night Steve stitched you up taking his utmost time with your wound ensuring that you were handled with the best care he could possibly give you as a fugitive. He had stitched your thigh up then attached his mouth to your lower lips as an apology. His tongue told you he was sorry in ways that touched you so deep you still dream of it. A slight shiver runs through you at the thought of him, of that night. Him on his knees eating you out, him holding you up then slamming you down onto him hard, pulling you closer to his heart with each thrust. In the midst of his apology to your body he re-opened your wound. He stopped and quickly stitched you back up again then apologized once more. All you can think about is him being so deep within you that you think of nothing but him. You want to feel him so close that your body is seen as one. 
“Are we good?” Steve questions you and Natasha. 
Natasha is the first to answer. She answered with a quick verbal retort. You blink a couple times as if that will clear your mind of your filthy escapade. “Yes captain.” 
You’re completely enthralled by the look painted on Steve's face. It’s unreadable. You absentmindedly hear Natasha murmur something about a shower then turning in for the night. You want to answer her but the stare between you and Steve is so hypnotizing you can only wait for her to leave the living room. Moments past and then the soft click of Natasha’s room door shutting informs you that you two are now alone. There are five beats before Steve says. “Room. now.”
Scrambling to your feet you move intently to your shared space. He's not touching you but the heat, the lust, radiating off his body is so strong you can feel him behind you. You barely make it in the room before Steve's burly hand is wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you into his hard chest. He presses his body firmly into yours. 
“You were supposed to be paying attention.” He gruffs in your ears. 
“I was.” You breathe out. “I just got a little distracted.” 
“Distracted?” His voice is dangerously low, it’s gravely as he inhales the side of your neck. His hips are pushing into you, you can feel the erection in the curve of your bottom. When you didn’t answer he took it as a sign to continue. “Were you thinking about me?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and as much as you want to tear down his ego you want him to fulfill your desires more. 
“Yes.” Your voice is desperate. You stand on your toes and push back on the super soldier. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 
“Yeah?” His voice feels like sandpaper on your ears. “I could tell, you had those pretty eyes fucking me the whole time.” You felt the desire bubbling in your belly and traveling south. Steve’s hand followed the same path, ghosting over your clothed belly button before stuffing his hand into your pants. His digits are greeted by your sticky fold and you shudder against him emitting the sweetest moan. 
“You gotta be quiet, okay?” Steve circles your pulsating clit. “You don’t want Nat to hear us now do you?” You can faintly hear Natasha moving around her private portion of the shared quarters through the thin walls. 
“Can you do that for me bubbles?” Steve dips his middle finger between your folds inserting it so deep within you. “Can you be quiet?” 
“Yes Captain.” You whisper. 
That confirmation is all Steve needs before he’s pulling your jeans down. Steve prides himself on his patience. Usually, he’s level headed with the ability to control his emotions. Usually, he’s able to take a step back and assess the situation from a practical standpoint. Usually he is composed. Usually, usually, but not today. Not with you. You have an innate ability to make him lose control. You seep into his pores, creep under his skin and fill his veins. You untame him. His carnal desires become so intense they take over his mind, his body, until he can do nothing but think of release. Yours and his. 
His movements are fast and hasty, with little to no care. He pulls the fabric down enough to free one leg, while the other is still entangled in the denim. He then quickly pulls down his sweats to his mid thigh, just enough to free himself. He pumps himself harshly before tracing the bulbous tip to your slick folds. The feel of you sends a chill up his spine. Steve leans forward and brings you with him before sinking into your warm canal. 
A long list of expletives cross his mind at the feel of you. He wants nothing more than to release them aloud but he can’t. You two are supposed to be quiet. Supposed to, but only one of you is succeeding. A long muffled moan fills the room as you feel Steve side against your inner walls. Your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip with such pressure you taste metallic liquid. 
“Hey!” He wraps his hand across your forehead and pulls your head back to his shoulder. “I told you to be quiet!” His tone is uncompromising as he turns his head so his lips are directly against your ears. “Don’t make me have to say it again.” 
“Yes Captain.” 
Steve is relentless. Each thrust is lethal. His hips are snapping into you with such precision that you feel as if you’ve lost function of your lungs. You reach behind you to feel the man violently driving into you. Once your hand connects with Steve’s stout thigh you graze the skin tracing it’s bulging outlines. The gentle touch of you only makes Steve want to fuck you harder. So he does. He widens his stance and begins to aggressively assault your sex. You sink your nails into his thigh hard trying your very best to hold back your melodies of pleasure. But then Steve rolls his hips and hits that sweet gushy spot at the apex of your core and you stutter. 
“Huh.” you whimper out mistakenly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your thoughts repeat. Steve brings both hands to your neck pushing you forward then slightly squeezing the sides. 
“I told you to be fucking quiet.” His words are not empty, he full body thrusts to accompany each word he says giving them new meaning. “What’d I fucking tell you?”
“Be…” You huff, Steve isn’t slowing down. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you. Obscene sounds of skin slapping dances around your ear drums. “... Quiet.” you finish after a needed breath. 
“So do that then.” He’s so different. The longer you stay criminals the more rugged he becomes. The more he takes it out on you. There are moments, moments where he’s so soft, unbelievably soft, that it reminds you of the old Steve. Those fleeting moments are allusions of the past, and the past will never be the present. To be quite honest, you don’t want the past, you like the present. In fact you love the present. 
In the present, you can feel the coil in the deep middle of you begin to tighten. you can feel Steve’s overwhelming presence surrounding you at all angles. In the present you’re aware of the super soldier’s hands covering your mouth. You’re aware of the intense pulse you feel zooming through Steve’s thigh. In the present, you feel yourself melting into the abyss that is Steve Rogers. Muffled cries fight through the crevices of the sturdy hands over your mouth. The squelching sounds of your arousal squirting out of you and hitting the floor are all muted to you. You feel as if you’re under water. Hot tears form at the corners of your eyes. 
Steve allows you to bask in the glory of your orgasm for a few moments before quickly pulling out of you and pushing you to your knees. He tilts your head back and grips the base of his dick. 
“Open up baby.” He grunts as he squeezes his shiny erection tapping it to the side of your mouth. You do as he says tilting your head back a little more before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You watch through hooded lids as Steve jacks off into your mouth. 
He looks incited. His body is slightly bent, hunched over, cock in hand as he strokes. You can tell he’s close by his frenzied pulls to his skin. He takes his digits and stuffs them into your mouth with no warning. You gag giving him the lubrication he desired. The fingers that were pushed into your throat are now tugging on the twin orbs below his dick. He throws his back as he grunts before staring down at you voraciously. Heated slick ribbons on white shoot out of the super soldier onto your tongue. You take everything he gives you. Steve lifts his dick in every which direction painting your face with his arousal. He releases a final squirt with a grunt before leaning down and gripping the back of your head pulling back while his other hand holds the front of your neck in place. 
“You look beautiful baby.” He smiles at you. The smile is sinister. His hearty tongue comes out, wide and flat, as he licks across your mouth tasting himself. He then kisses you running his tongue against yours. He leans down a bit lower before laying a heavy smack on to your ass. 
“On the bed.” He releases you so you can complete his command. “I’m not done with you yet.” 
632 notes · View notes
navegandoaciegas · 3 years
Text
Maneater Writing Challenge
Tumblr media
(gif not mine, found of Pinterest)
Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!
In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.
FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.
Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.
Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:
You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.
The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.
The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.
You must be 18+ to participate.
No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.
Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.
Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.
Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.
I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.
If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.
I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.
The prompts are listed below the cut.
Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):
Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.
Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.
How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.
CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby
Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.
Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.
Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.
Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.
Prompts
Mommy kink
Dacryphila
Gagged and Bound
Anal Plugs
Chastity belts
Humiliation
Degradation
Omorashi
Body Worship
Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)
Innocence Kink
Corruption Kink
Men wearing panties and stockings
Faceriding
Cuckolding
Revenge/Makeup sex
House Husband kink
Mistress kink
Pegging
Lactation/Breastfeeding kink
Breeding kink
“How quick can you make me cum?”
“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”
“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”
“Take it.”
“Please, mommy.”
“You look so pretty on your knees.”
“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”
“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”
“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”
“You’re not coming unless I say so.”
“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”
“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”
“Jealousy looks great on you.”
“I’ll be so good to you.”
“I’m yours, all yours.”
“Please, gimme more.”
“So fucking tight.”
“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”
“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”
Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):
Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;
Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;
Reader cucks disobedient character;
Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;
Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;
Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;
Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;
Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;
Reader verbally humiliates the character;
Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;
Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;
Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.
Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.
@buckycuddlebuddy @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @whateveriwant @imanuglywombat @nsfwsebbie @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @world-of-aus @river-soul @buckyownsmylife @burnthematches @sherrybaby14 @sinner-as-saint @kleohoneyao3 @literate-lamb @candy-and-writing @cap-n-stuff @docharleythegeekqueen @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeyloverogers @honeygingergemini @fafulous @foxgloveprincess @giorno-plays-piano @gotnofucks @gogolucky13 @cherienymphe @mcudarklibrary @emilykjh @overr-written @teamcap4bucky @threeminutesoflife @iraot @sebbysbaby @propertyofpoeandbucky @hailmary-yramliah @cryptidcasanova @asadmarveltrashbag @angrythingstarlight
420 notes · View notes
donutloverxo · 3 years
Text
Sugary 4k challenge
Tumblr media
Banner is from Lover's album cover
I haven't hit 4k followers yet but I was just too excited for this! Hopefully it's okay.
I love reading stories about sugar baby/daddy relationship so I thought why not a challenge with that theme! What constitutes as a sugar relationship is totally up to you. The sugar aspect of it can be subtle or overt. It doesn't have to include a daddy kink if that's not your thing.
Some rules -
Smut writers and characters must be 18+. No incest, toilet stuff, bestiality, etc. Noncon and dubcon are welcome but please use proper warnings.
All fics must be reader inserts/oc. Your reader/oc can be paired with Chris Evans or any of his characters. RPF is welcome.
Minimum of 400 words. Original works only please! If you decide to make it a series make sure to tag me in all the parts.
You do not have to be following me. Tag me in your post and use the tag #sugary4kchallenge. If your fic doesn't get a reblog in 2 days please dm me.
Deadline is 30th April '21. Let me know if you need an extension.
Please add a ‘keep reading’ after the first 300 words or so if your fic is more than 500 words.
I reserve the right to not reblog a fic.
Maximum of 5 stories per writer.
Tagging some writer under the cut. No pressure ❤
@nekoannie-chan @navybrat817 @anika-ann @andybarberslxt @angrybirdcr @angrythingstarlight @avintagekiss24 @awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield @queennatbat @quietmyfearswith @whohaveibeenletting @worksby-d @whateveriwant @river-soul @the-soot-sprite @the-soulofdevil @uncafeavecbarnes @iwantutobehapppier @ozarkthedog @our-marvel-universe @speechlessxx @drabblewithfrannybarnes @firefly-in-darkness @geniedetails @holylulusworld @honeyloverogers @holy-stevie @holacia2 @hevans-angel @kellyn1604 @kaminorogers @kidney9-9 @xbuchananbarnes
@capsameriicanass @bucky-the-thigh-slayer @buckyownsmylife @bluemusickid @blackmissfrizzle @mianorth @syntheticavenger @nakedrogers @sunstalgia @suntrastar @sunflowercaptian @brooklyns-boys @the-iceni-bitch @sultrygoblin @slothspaghettiwrites @afriendlyblackhottie @sweeterthanthis @kleohoneyao3 @saiyanprincessswanie @starlightcrystalline​ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @awesomerextyphoon @ironlady1993​ @steebsbabygirl​  @sweeterthanthis​ @selfcarecap​ @malloryharris​ @americasass91​ @smediumsmeatbae​ @cloudystevie​ @fangirlovestuff​ @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ @chrissquares​@honeygingergemini​ @smutsonian​ @justagirlinafandomworld​
217 notes · View notes
chaneajoyyy · 3 years
Note
I'm looking for new Black writers in the MCU fandom, do you know any? I love the writers I've been following, but I want to branch out some and find some new blood.
NOW IDK WHO YOU’VE READ BUT HERE’S A MIX
NEW-ISH/ NOT SO NEW BLACK WRITERS IN THE MCU THAT I’VE BEEN PEEPING👀
- @cecereads209
- @ceeverse
- @p---ink
- @plantvenuss (not new but do check out)
- @newmooneyfanfiction
- @kittehkwrites
- @valeriethepussycats
- @syntheticavenger
- @honeygingergemini
- @destinysdreamlandwrites
- @kikilefangirl
- @kmimagines
- @jimblejamblewriting
- @writersblock6000
- @chocolatecherubs
- @stachmousworld
- @writetimes
- @raynnawrites
- @blackgirldreamin
- @michaelbwriting
- @cocoamoonmalfoy
- @viva-asgardia
- @thegodswife (AO3-> _gods_wife)
- @tchallasbabymama
- @marvelmaree
- @sapphirescrolls
- @akimi-youngblood
- @afriendlyblackhottie
- @lotusss-flowerbomb
- @angrythingstarlight
- @marvelsassbutts
- @shimmerwriter
- @maddiestundentwritergaines
***PLEASE HIT ME UP TO ADD NEW/NEW-ISH BLACK WRITERS IN THE MCU FANDOM CAUSE I, TOO WOULD LIKE TO READ THEM!!!*
303 notes · View notes
cloudystevie · 3 years
Note
Hey hun, I’m new here and I was wondering if you could recommend some Chris blogs I should follow? Thanksss💞
of course!!!! here are some for chris and his characters!!!
@honeychicanawrites @punani @ballyhoobarnes @mianorth @tropicalcap @evnscvll @ozarkthedog @lilbabycee @stargazingfangirl18 @donutloverxo @emilykjh @steebsbabygirl @brattycherubwrites @iraot @peachyteabuck @fallinforevans @honeyloverogers @et-lesailes @avintagekiss24 @mypoisonedvine @sunflowercaptian @honeygingergemini @sinner-as-saint @sweeterthanthis @worksby-d @milkathedudz @afriendlyblackhottie @chuckbass-love @babyyhoneyydarling @feliciahardyn @gotnofucks @chrissquares @evansweaters @dadplease
<333 i hope u enjoy these sexy people!!!!!
127 notes · View notes
blowmymbackout · 3 years
Text
why is he so fine 🤣🥰
@angelreyesgirl @wakandamama @chaneajoyyy @blackmissfrizzle @marvelmaree @honeygingergemini @donutloverxo @patchoulimademoiselle @honeychicanawrites @calif0rnia-lovers @sapphirescrolls @blessedboo @capsthot
143 notes · View notes
grimeysociety · 3 years
Text
Reading Wrap Up no. 1
January 1st - January 9th, 2021
Tumblr media
(technically more than a week but who cares)
Hungry Like The Wolf by @mypoisonedvine
I feel my boots trying to leave the ground by @idontgettechnology
Decorate This Silence by @idontgettechnology
Do Your Worst by @honeygingergemini
Verbatim by @thewritingdoll​
1986 by @idontgettechnology​
7 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Text
Look At The Mirror
pairing: steve rogers x curly hair reader 
word count: 621 
warning: smut, floor sex, roughish
notes: super short drabble. IGNORE TYPOS PLEASE. i suck at beginnings and ending but i hope you enjoy 
Tumblr media
He was relentless. 
It’s like he’s fucking you with no care, but you dont mind, in fact you like it. The constant push and pull of his enhanced body lulls you into a dazed state. He isn’t taking it easy on you. His right hand is tangled into your curly locks while his left is strumming your warm velvet in the middle. 
You’re so close. 
Literally almost there. So close to the edge it hurts, but in a good way. Your eyes shut in a tight hold while your belly contractions in an even tighter hold. Your body leans forward attempting to soften the blow of the vigorous man. You feel lucid. It almost feels as if you aren’t real, that this moment isn’t real. But it is. Your knees burning from the textured carpet rubbing into you reminded you that you’re real. The pleasant sting of your scalp reminded you that you’re real. The broad heated frame obliterating you from behind definitely reminded you that you’re real. 
“Oof.” You breathe out. Steve lands a heavy smack to your supple bottom. Your eyes snap open at the exact moment all the air leaves your lungs. 
“Come on baby, keep that head up.” Steve’s hand leaves your core. “Sit up, come on.” His grip on your curls tighten while pulling your head back. Steve supplies a few love taps to your face to symbolize a wake up call. Once up, you realize why Steve wants you at the angle he has you in. His hips hit a spot that’s new. His thick wood is digging into you with convection. Your nails dig into your knees and run up your thighs before resting at the point where your hips and thighs meet. 
“Fuck… cap… baby…” Honestly you don’t know what you’re saying. Your speech is completely slurred but Steve doesn’t mind, he loves fucking you stupid. 
“Yeah baby?” Steve rock solid front meets your back with each thrust. The sweat rolls off his body and is collected by your steve’s T-shirt. Steve’s hand leaves your hair, finds your abdomen, and he presses down. Hard. 
“You feel that doll?” Steve huffs through shallow breaths “You feel me in your tummy?” You whimper, unable to answer because you are finally falling over the edge. Your eyes shut and you see orange and reds behind the close lids. The sun is here to greet you in all of your glory. Alluring sex noises fall from your lips further entrancing Steve. 
It feels like divine timing. Steve looks over to his right into the large mirror living on your wall and he sees everything. He sees your body vibrate with pleasure. Thin pieces of hair stick to your forehead while your head is tilted to the sky. Mouth open releasing the music he loves so much. He can clearly see your love box gripping his member not wanting him to leave as he pulls out but quickly diving back in. Steve doesn’t know a more beautiful site. He doesn’t know a more beautiful person. 
“Baby…” It's hard to find Steve’s voice through the haze. “Baby…” He says again tapping on your thigh lightly. His hips haven’t stopped moving, they’ve only slowed down. You hum an absentminded response as an answer. 
“Look at the Mirror princess.” 
And when you do the picture that greets you is priceless. You look fucked out, but that's not important. Steve is slow grinding his dick into so sinful it would make the devil squeal. Your grip on Steve tightens. 
“You look so beautiful baby.” You look Steve directly in the eyes so he knows you mean every word. You bring your hand up behind you and cup his face. “Finish me please.”
434 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Note
Now I'm thirsty for your writing! Can you write one where reader or steve wants to make a sex tape? Thank you😘😘
Hello my dear :) Thank you for being patient with me. I had writers block and just thought everything I was writing sucked so I kept deleting it and starting over. I hope you like it @donutloverxo
p.s. I was today years old when I found out tumblr doesn’t send you a notification when someone answers your ask (I’ve only ever asked on anon bc my main blog is something different so let me know if I am wrong lol) I tagged you just incase <3 IGNORE TYPOS :)
pairing: Steve rogers x fem!reader 
word count: 2.4k 
warnings: camera sex, dirty talk, oral male receiving mentions of face fucking (light), unprotected sex, cream pies and descriptions of it, light spanking, and praise kink for stevie :) 
On Camera
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. My heart is racing and we haven’t even done anything but set up the camera. We’ve only been dating for five months and four days, so imagine the graveling I had to do to get America’s golden boy to agree to fuck me on camera. I begged Steve for so long and now I'm the shy one. We’re supposed to be making a sex tape yet we are on opposite ends of the bed. 
Steve’s bare back is against the headboard while his long legs are spread out before him. He keeps looking everywhere but the camera. His eyes bounce from the walls to the sofa in the corner of the room but once he looks at me, he looks at the camera and he retreats further into his shell. His hand keeps running over his shorts and now I'm starting to feel bad. 
He agreed to this for me but I know he’s nervous. Maybe he doesn’t want to actually do this? Maybe I don’t want to do this? 
Nothing will happen if I get up and turn the camera off now, nothing will happen except me being deathly embarrassed. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know I want this, I thought about it for a long time before and after bringing it up to Steve. It was my bright idea and now I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs like a dummy. 
You’ve had sex with Steve countless times, this is no different don’t let the camera scare you. Just relax, he’s your boyfriend, the one you’ve slept with numerous times. Just kiss him. 
I take a deep breath looking at Steve whose skin is slightly flushed. I lean over to his side of the bed and reach for him taking in his warmth. His skin is damp with a light coating of sweat. Steve’s eyes shoot over to mine with the unexpected contact. 
“Hi.” I smile at Steve hoping to relax him. As well as myself. 
“Hi.” He looks at me but then quickly looks at the camera. I follow suit doing the same.
We need a distraction from the boxed recording device. I lean over more to capture Steve’s lips in a demure kiss. I kiss him slowly trying to memorize every detail of his mouth. My tongue rolls over his teeth before dipping further into his mouth pulling a deep groan from him, but after his groan he tense and pulls away. 
“You okay?” I ask. 
“Yeah... i’m still not...” comfortable. he didn’t have to say it for me to know what he meant. I lift my body over his straddling him as I trace my fingers over his body knowing the simple act calms him. It works because this time Steve initiates the kiss. It’s more firm than the last but pleasing just the same. Our tongues waltz in a sinful manner pulling soft calls from me. Forced breaths exit my nostrils as I grind my hips slowly into his. His large hands grip my hips and he pulls me down harder. 
“Uh Steve.” I moan out. “More please.” He’s now attacking my neck leaving open mouth kisses across my jugular. His hips push up to meet mine once then twice then it’s a repeated action that leaves me breathless. 
His eyes snap open to meet mine but instead they meet the camera and his arms drop to his side. Deep sighs are released from the both of us 
“I’m sorry princess... I'm just trying to get used to this.” I know he’s turned on right now. I can feel how turned on he is. 
“Do you want to stop?” He looks at me but doesn’t answer. I peck his lips quickly before removing myself from his thighs. My fingers are at the rim of his shorts very close to pulling them down before Steve sits up to stop me. 
“What are you doing?” it comes out mumbled together almost as one complete word. 
“Let me help you relax.'' I push his chest back down softly and continue my plan. I pull his shorts down just enough to free his erection. It bounces back and hits Steve's stomach. I take him into my hands and slowly stroke him. I bend over Steve's thigh  arching my back while bringing my spit slick lips to his tip and leave a wet kiss. Steve shudders whispering profanity under his breath. My tongue joins the fun, slipping out to run around the tip in slow semi circles. I continue my teasing until Steve's hips jut forward and his hand is on the base of my neck. 
“Suck it right.” He grunts voice hoarse “Stop playing with me.” 
“Yes sir.” The last words I say before I take him fully into my mouth. I push down until my nose is met by the coarse curls of his base. One of my hands grip Steve’s thigh while the other is holding on to the side of his abdomen subconsciously giving the camera a perfect view. Steve's grip on my neck is unwavering; he's holding my head down. 
“Fuck... breathe through your nose doll.” He grunts with a rasp I’ve never heard from him before. I take in sloppy breaths trying to calm down. “You gonna let me fuck your face? hmm princess?” 
He doesn’t wait for an answer; he begins pushing his hips up into me slowly speeding up with each thrust until he’s assaulting the back of my throat. The action pulls strangled noises from me. My sounds only serve as encouragement for Steve. I think he’s completely forgotten about the camera. 
Steve juts his hips in a way that knocks the wind out of me. I gag around him getting a deep groan in return. 
“F-fuck princess.” His hand finds your ass with conviction. Steve suddenly becomes fixated on your bottom. His burly hands run from your ass and down your thighs repeatedly. I wiggle my lower half as a silent plea for him to spank you again and he complies. 
“You like it when Captain spanks you?” Slap. “You like the pain?” Slap. “I asked you something, doll.” you were presented with two slaps this time. I nod ferociously around Steve’s cock. The super soldier rubs the area he’s abused before dipping his fingers into your core. 
“Shit princess.” he continues toying around with your pussy. He pulls your head from his dick not wanting to end his fun prematurely. His tongue meets yours in a grimy kiss. “I can’t wait to watch that back.” Steve mumbles around your lips as you simultaneously squeeze the finger within you. 
“Oh? You like that?” Steve adds his middle finger to his index and presses into your warm sex deeply. I cry out enjoying the sweet burn of Steve’s fingers. “You like the thought of me watching this while i’m away?” 
You absolutely loved the thought of Steve watching you pleasure him when he’s away. An image of Steve hunched over dick in hand pumping himself into oblivion leaves you dripping. 
“Take your dress off.” Steve demands his voice carrying power. I begin stripping myself for him when he quickly stops me. “Nuh uh, not for me, for the camera.”
I turn to the camera as a shiver runs down my spine. My slip dress easily falls off my body leaving me with only black lace panties as covering. Not that I want to be covered in this moment. 
“You’re so beautiful.” Steve’s thickset hands wrap around me from behind covering my breast giving them a pleasure filled squeeze. “Such a pretty sight.” Steve brings his body to mold into mine from behind. His left hand trails it’s way down back to my clothed opening. 
“Can i touch you?” I nod yes at Steve's ridiculous question. Why would you ever deny him? Your response must be good enough because he’s pressing down over the fabric just the way you like. It doesn’t take long for his self restraint to be overcome and he’s dipping his fingers under your panties. He dips into your liquid arousal and coats your sex with it.
“You’re dripping princess.” He shudders to himself. He says it every time you two are intimate but you never get tired of hearing it. “So wet.” 
“Always for you.” My words flow out breathlessly “Only for you.” You’re unsure of when steve removed his shorts but he’s aligning himself with your entrance. He’s bare. There’s no protective barrier between the two of you. He’s never done this before. You’ve never done this before. His tip is barely grazing your lips, Steve surprises you. 
“Are you okay with this?” He asks for your permission and of course you accept. How could you turn down your favorite super soldier? So now you’re face down into the mattress dripping at the idea of getting to feel your Steve in a new way. A more personal way. Steve pushes into you slowly, only his tip. An exasperated moan leaves you as your suspicion is confirmed. You feel every detail of Steve's mushroom tip. Your vice like grip cups him into your squelching center holding him there. You absentmindedly hear Steve express his approval of the pleasure your body is providing him. Steve pulls out his tip just as slow as he entered. A suctioning click echos in the room showing just how wet you are. 
“Fuck.” Steve whispers “You feel like a dream doll.” 
He hasn’t fully delved into your sweetness and he’s on cloud nine. Not wanting to waste anymore time Steve dips into your bottoming out quickly and stays there. Labored breaths from both of you fill the room. It feels like Steve sits there forever unwavering. He takes in every detail of your squishy walls as you commit every vein, dip, and curve of Steve’s dick to memory. 
“Stevie baby,” You can barely breathe but you need him to move. “Move… please… for me.” 
Steve takes in one deep breath before he’s pounding into with great intensity. He doesn’t work your way up to his speed. He just slams into you, repeatedly. Hips clashing into your ass causing a jiggle that Steve adores. His hands strike your bottom giving added stimulation you didn’t know you needed. Steve pulls your head off of the bed bringing your body to lay flush against his. He dips his hips just a little bit lower and his tip sweeps the sweet spot located deep in your center only he can reach. You choke out a cry, his name being the only thing on your mind. Your cries encourage him to duplicate the action. 
“It feel good, doll?” You nod so fast you feel the contents of your mind scramble. 
“Say it, tell the camera how much you like it.” Steve turns your head to the recording device in front of you. Something you forgot was even present in the room with you. “Tell the camera” With each word his body collides with yours making sure you feel him as well as his words deep. “ Tell ‘em how much you like Captain stretching this pussy out.” 
“Tell them.” Steve’s stern grunts are accompanied by passionate strikes to your outer thigh. 
“Captain…” You whine, The pleasure is starting to feel overwhelming. “You feel so good, so different.” You want to catch your breath but you always want to please Steve. Captain has a praise kink. 
“I can feel all of you.” You reach behind yourself to cup Steve's head. “It’s so deep.” You sigh when his fingers find your clit. The tingle of your orgasm begins at your toes and travels up your body. You’re so close. 
“You’re the only one that can make me feel this way.” Steve grunts in approval of your expression pressing harder into your clit. He likes control but only because you give it to him so when you praise him, he feels like he’s on fire. 
“I love when you touch me like that.” Another grunt from Steve. I teeter close to saying something important, something so permanent that once I say it, it can't be taken back. Steve’s chest puffs with need. A need for you to express the feeling you both have swirling within your chest growing with each passing day. A small smack is applied to your clit before Steve flips you over so you’re on your back. 
“Tell me what I want to hear.” His voice is as rough as his pace. You don’t respond. It’s only been a couple months. Way Too soon to say it. 
“Don’t wanna say it?” Steve is plowing into making sure no air is left in your lungs. “But I thought I was doing so good?” His thrusts are unabated. 
“Thought I was the only one that could make you feel this way? hmm? Thought only I could make you feel good?” Long drawn out moans escape you. One right after the other each one more melodic than the last. 
“Be my good little baby and say it.” His thumb flicks around your bundle of nerves with sharp short strokes. “Say it princess.” 
“I love you.” You think you say it. You hope you say it. You’re unsure, your words are completely slurred and your mind is only filled with white noise. Your body is levitating as your orgasm washes over you. You’re feeling everything all at once. Steve doesn’t stop. He doesn’t give you a moment to catch your breath. 
“I know you do baby,” Steve chuckles, pleased with his work. “I love you so much more.” Each word is followed by a sweet kiss. Too sweet for what’s taking place. Your understanding of time becomes weary but soon enough Steve meets you at the peak. 
“F-Fuucck doll.” His body tenses as he releases deep inside you. “Fuck.” Once he collects himself he’s off of you. You whine at the loss of heat from the super soldier. You didn’t realize it but Steve has grabbed the camera bringing its focus to your filled cunt. 
“You look so pretty like this doll.” His finger dip into your overstimulated sex. He pushes the proof of his orgasm around before pulling some of it out to spread it across your lower lips. 
You lay still trying, trying to breathe, trying to not pass out, trying to not look as fucked out as you feel. You hear steve mention how this was fun in the background but you don’t have the strength to respond. Soft kisses to your inner thighs, stomach, then lips lull you further into your euphoric state. 
“You okay?” 
“Mmhmm i’m perfect.” You sling a leg over the super soldier.  “So you love me?” Steve’s soft chuckle is the last thing you grasp before falling into much needed slumber. 
386 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Note
Steve Rogers smut being friends at first and him coming to your place giving innocent massages after a stressful day and one day it goes more? You don’t have to do that one though
Hello sweet anon, I am so sorry this took so long. I made it longer so I hope that makes up for it <3 
dividers are by @writeyourmindaway <3
pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
word count: 2.3k 
warnings: massage to fingering, some plot in the beginning, dirty talk?, literally no editing like none at all (I plan on fixing it later but for now please please please ignore :)) 
Let Me Take Care Of You 
You were looking over the charts you had prepared for Tony making sure everything was in order. You don’t even flinch when the weight of a heavy arm comes around your shoulder. At this point you’re completely used to it. Steve is touchy.
Initially when you two met he was unlike the other avengers. Steve was really reclusive, his mind always elsewhere, but as time went on things changed. You’d help monitor his training or help him with his healing after a depleting mission. Training sessions turned into the occasional movie nights and the occasional movie night became everyday hangouts. The two of you have become extremely close. 
“Hello Stevie.” You say without looking up from your charts. You already know what he wants to know so you answer him quickly. “I’ll be done in a few minutes, you can pick the movie and meet me in my room okay?”  
“H-... How did you know I was going to ask that?” 
“Because i’m psychic.” You turn and look Steve in his eyes placing your hands on his chest pushing him away. “Now go! I’ll be up there soon.” 
Once you make it up to your room Steve is there spread out across your bed. He’s surrounded by pillows with your favorite fluffy blanket covering his midriff. You made quick steps to the bathroom to change from your work clothes to more relaxed sweats and a hoodie matching the companion occupying your bed. 
“What are we watching?” You ask once out of the bathroom and settle in your bed. 
“The grudge.” Steve has a Cheshire cat grin embedded deep into his face. 
“Isn’t that movie, like, really scary?” You pick up a handful of popcorn stuffing it into your mouth as you answer. 
“What? Are you scared, doll?” He teases. “I’ll hold you if things get too scary for you.” He winks at you as you lightly smack his chest. 
“Oh whatever Rogers.” 
Tumblr media
We’re about forty five minutes into the movie and Steve is scared. Steve Rogers, Captain America, one of the world's bravest super soldiers is scared of a movie. It’s comical really. Some jump scare tactic comes on the screen and Steve jumps into your lap causing the popcorn bowl to flip over making a mess in your bed. 
“Stevie!” You sing while laughing at the trembling body in your lap. Literally in your lap. “You made a mess in my bed!” You try pushing him off but it’s like he’s glued to you. 
“Sorry.” Steve sheepishly looks around at the chaos he’s caused. “I’ll clean it up.” 
“I know you will.” You laugh making move to turn the movie off but Steve stops you. “What?” 
“Keep it on.” Steve brushes popcorn kernels onto your floors. 
“Are you sure?” You question with your eyebrow raised. He nods and you continue watching. You’re not sure when it happened but you and Steve become entangled. One of his stocky legs is sandwiched between yours while one of his arms lay lazily across your leg with the other settled behind his head. Your head was leaned into his biceps, both of you content. 
It started with small circles in your knees then Steve's hand began to trail up your thigh meeting your poked out hip bone then back down. This is the most physical contact you and Steve have ever shared but it was innocent so you didn’t put much thought into it. You were okay until Steve gave your hip an unexpected squeeze causing you to gasp. 
“You okay?” Steve turns to look at you. 
“Mm.” You clear your throat “Yeah, yeah I'm fine.” 
Steve turns his attention back to the movie but you can’t do the same. The atmosphere feels different. He continues to lightly rub and squeeze on your legs while simultaneously leaning into you. Another scary scene pops up and Steve squeezes you tighter than before. 
“You okay?” You use his words against him. His face turns directly to yours and realizes how close you two actually are. You can feel Steve's warm breath fanning across your top lip. Your eyes bounce from his blue eyes to his parted lips, the world around you goes silent. Steve’s lips are pressed on yours and he kisses you. For a moment you don’t move, unsure if this moment is actually real. His lips are soft and warm coaxing you to move your lips so you do. The kiss is slow and cautious. A soft whimper leaves you as Steve leans further into the kiss. Suddenly it hits you. 
You’re kissing Steve. 
As if burnt you pull back abruptly as you both stare at each other. 
“Um..” You break the silence, before you can say anything else Steve is out of your room in a flash. 
Tumblr media
At first things were strained. Steve wouldn’t even look at you but as each day went on he came around more and more. Things were back to normal between you two.
 Well almost normal. 
Before the kiss you saw the super soldier as a colleague turned friend. You never took the time to see him as anything other than that. So now you can imagine your own surprise as you begin to notice things about Steve. Steve’s arms are really long and really strong. They’re defined so perfectly that he doesn’t look overly buff but you know he’s strong. 
For example, right now Steve is chatting with Sam about something, you’re too far to pick up on the conversation, but you don’t care about that anyways. Steve has his arms raised above his head hands pulling on the frame of the door. Every detail of those arms are on display and the room is suddenly stuffy. Due to paying too close attention to the soldier’s anatomy you miss a step or three and tumble off the stairs rolling your ankle in the process. 
“Aahhh.” A high pitched scream leaves you pulling the attention of Steve and Sam. The rush over to assist you. 
“What happened?” Sam’s first crouching down to your eye level. 
“I tripped coming down the steps, i… my ankle, I twisted it… it hurts so bad.” With each pause you’re inhaling trying to hold back tears. 
“Let me take you to your room, you’re done for today.” Steve helps you up while you ask Sam to inform Tony about your injury. Once in your room Steve helps you into the bed pulling off your socks and sneakers to examine the ankle. 
“It’s rolled pretty bad but you’ll live doll.” 
“Thank you Stevie.” You mumble as you turn over face down into the one of your many pillows. Steve’s hands are still on your ankle, he softly begins pressing into the tender points of your now swollen ankle. A particular point is more sore than the rest and when he brushes over it a subtle whimper escapes you. 
“Uh…” You coo calling Steve’s attention. 
“You want me to stop, doll?” 
“Un-uh, keep going please.” 
Steve’s hands were working magic on your body. You felt yourself sinking further and further into your mattress. The massage has upgraded from an ankle massage to legs massage and you’re far too comfortable to complain so you let it happen. 
“You feel good doll?” Steve’s voice is hazy through your relaxation. 
“I’m great.” You rasp. 
You’re almost asleep breathing, completely steady when you feel Steve’s warm palm work their way up your thighs to your hips very close to your bum. Initially you assume it is a mistake but then he repeats the action. His palms linger much longer on your bottom, he then begins to massage the area. Firm long rubs are pressed into each bottom cheek. Barely there moans were slipping out of you one after the other, you felt blissful. Steve hands on you felt blissful. 
“I’m… I’m gonna try something…, okay? Tell me to stop if you don’t want it.” Steve’s voice holds uncertainty. Unsure of what’s about to happen next your own heartbeat begins to speed up. The tips of Steve’s finger begin to dance around the waistband of your pants. You breath hitches once he lifts the band up allowing cool air to hit the once covered skin. 
“‘You doing okay?” Steve ponders, wondering if he’s gone too far and crossed a line he cannot return. The imaginary weight is lifted off his shoulders when you nod your head yes. Steve continues his action of pulling your pants down. With your legs exposed to Steve a surge of arousal becomes present as well. When Steve’s coarse but warm palm makes a gentle connection with your thigh you melt completely into the touch. Your eyes roll close and your breathing deepens with each push of his hand from your thigh to the bottom of your ass. 
Steve begins to caress your inner thigh. His right hand runs from the inner thigh to the outer then the action is repeated by the left hand. You’re extremely aware that each time Steve does the task he’s inching closer and closer towards your heated core until he’s right there, digits grazing the soft cotton panties you’re wearing. Steve takes it a step further and completely covers your mound with his palm. 
“Oh.” You’re surprised by the sudden contact. Steve’s breathing is deep. Sharp long inhales followed by forced exhales. Steve lifts his palms slowly allowing it to drag across the covered area. You hiss once his once his middle finger pauses at your sweet bundle of nerves. 
“Is this okay with you?” Steve is rubbing soft semi circles into you. His warm finger and the light scratching of the fabric against your clit has you lifting your hips to feel more please. 
“Yes.” You release a breathy moan. “More… Please.” You can feel your arousal pooling within you. The familiar sting at the bottom of your stomach begins to activate. Your skin begins to heat up. 
“Uhh” You release after Steve flicks your bud firmer than before. Your hips raise to Steve’s hand and he takes the opportunity to remove your panties. Once removed, Steve wastes no time feeling your heat. 
“You feel so soft baby.” His middle finger follows the outline of your lips. It circles around your clit before he rests his hand on your thigh. Steve lifts your right thigh sliding it up the bed so your knee is resting near your stomach. The position leaves you vulnerable. You can feel Steve’s eyes burning into you but you don’t care. You’re so relaxed, so turned on, that Steve’s glare only increases the heat stirring within you. The tension of the staring contest between Steve and your pussy leaves you clenching around empty air. Soft clicks follow after each clench. 
“Fuck...That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”  Steve takes his thumb and pushes it directly to your leaking opening then drags it down to your clit to spread your nectar around. He rubs up and down toying with your pussy pulling explicit sounds from you. 
“Mmm Steve.” 
“I know, I know baby, let me make you feel good, okay? Let me take care of you.” His thumb dips into your center and you let off the most beautiful melody Steve’s ever heard in all of his days. Pulling out and trading fingers, he dips his middle finger into you and you swear you see stars. His finger is so thick, much thicker than your own. You begin to feel the build up of Steve’s teasing. He’s pushing into you with immense force. Your body is beginning to wither underneath him. Steve pulls out completely and begins to massage your clit. 
“Oh fuck.” You drop your head into the mattress as he begins his assault on your clit. 
“You like that doll?” 
“Mhmm yes.”
“Am I making you feel good?”
“‘ S’good Stevie, so good.” Your words are slurred.
This time when Steve inserts his finger into you he has a mission. He pushes into you and immediately presses down hard on your gushy center. An agonizing moan rings out from you. You can feel Steve’s hard on the side of your thigh. You reach your hand down to rub him through the fabric. You’re squeezing him, with your hands and your walls.
“You close baby?” Not only is his fingers working diligently on your insides, his other hand is kneading your clit between dampened fingers. 
“Mm... fuck... yes... stevie” You’re trying to come up with words to answer him but it’s so hard to make sense of thing when his fingers are deep inside you probing at your soft spot with his left digits rolling on your clit, all while pressing hot open mouth kisses on to your neck. “Please baby, please don’t stop.” 
“I won’t baby, I won’t,” His lips are right at your ear. His voice is low and his breath is hot. “You gotta come, okay? Can you do that pretty girl? Can you come for me?” You’re panting now. Your head is scrambled by his words. You’re teetering on the edge, so close but needing a bit more. 
“Harder… please.”
“I can do that for you.” Steve kisses your cheek, he’s now straddling you from behind. 
“Oh my god, Oh-” Steve swallows your moan by connecting your lips. Your body tenses with pleasure then releases. Your body continues this cycle for a few moments before it completely relaxes. Your lips are still attached to Steve’s and he takes advantage of your pliable state. He flips you over and frenchs you slowly. The pain of your ankle long forgotten now replaced by the pleasant memory of a relaxed orgasm.
“You feeling better doll?” You nod quickly answering his question. A dark mischievous tint is swirls in your eyes which prompts him to ask another question. 
“What?” He asks. A sinister grin dances across your face. 
“Now it’s my turn to take care of you?” You drag your nail across the hard member still pulsating in Steve’s pants. “Right Stevie?”
326 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Note
Hey bb I'm here for two things! If you do taglists can I be added to all your cevans characters? And to request a daddy Steve and princess reader. Maybe her innocence and sweetness turning soft daddy on? Or anything you'd like. Thank you❤❤
Hello :))) First I’m so sorry that I took so long to get this put a lot of stuff happened in a short amount of time but its finally finished and I hope you love it!<3
I’ve read this a thousand time but I know there’s still typos please ignore them <3
warnings: innocent reader, fingering, attempts at dirty talk and praise kink
word count: 1.9k 
My Little Princess
As much as you try, your mind keeps replaying the conversations from work. You and the other ladies of the office always eat lunch together and gossip about office drama. Today was no different. The trending topic of the office today was Michelle and her engagement. The dialogue quickly changed from how big Michelle's ring is to what she had to do to get that ring. Or better yet, what she had to suck. 
“I bet she blows him off every night.” Kim spills between bites. 
“Blows?” All five heads turn in unison eyeing you with suspicion. 
“Uh yeah babe, blow job.” Tina mutters in a condescending tone you don’t catch. 
“What’s a blow job?” 
You squirm from embarrassment. Hours later and you can still feel the twinge of humiliation bubbling in your chest. Of course it would be you, of course it had to be you. The only woman in the world who’s never given a blown job. It’s not like you didn’t know what a blow job was, because you did! You just hadn’t known it had different names. You shuffle again, blowing out air from your nose. 
“You okay, princess?” 
“Hmm, yeah yeah, i’m fine.” You tuck yourself closer into Steve’s arm trying to focus on the movie infront of you, but you can’t. 
“You’ve never given Steve a blow job?” Amanda asks, genuinely curious. 
“W-Well uh- no.” You fumble with your shirt, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze. 
“Wow, true love actually exists, he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars and you’ve never blown him off.” Kim touches your shoulders. “My dear you’ve won the jackpot, whatever you do, do not let him go!”
Your mind begins to wonder. Thoughts of uncertainty creeping in to fuck with the foundation of your relationship. Have I been doing enough? You and Steve have been together for a year and you thought everything was going well, but now you’re not so sure. You thought your sexual life was moving perfectly, up until today. You two haven’t slept together but you’ve done other things to satisfy the primal needs. Heavy petting, hunching, intense kisses that leave you dizzy. Never once in any of those moments did you feel they may have not been enough for Steve but now that's all you can think of. What if he’s bored of me?
“Hm.” You turn again causing Steve to pause the flick you two are watching. 
“What’s wrong, doll? You can’t keep still today.” You untangle yourself from Steve and turn around to face him. Your knees press into the couch, putting you in a comfortable kneeling position. 
“Steve.” You begin fumbling with your fingers. “Are you… bored?” Your voice is small but your heart is loud. 
“Of?...” 
“Are…. are you bored of… like of... of me?” You peer up at Steve through shy lashes. 
“No.” His face twists with disgust and confusion. “Why would I be bored of you, we’re just watching a movie” 
“No,” You cut off the clueless man spread out before you. “Do I… satisfy you?” Steve’s face remains blank through three blinks then his boisterous laugh appears, sending tiny swords through your center and brings you to a death by embarrassment. 
“Steve, I’m serious.” But that only fuels his laughter more. “Steven!” Your whine pulls Steve from his laugh and he sees you’re physically uncomfortable. 
“Baby? Doll, come on…” Steve’s large hands grip your head to face him but you shuffle out of his hold. “Hey, where is this coming from?” You chew your bottom lip contemplating whether or not you should reveal the conversations plaguing your mind. 
“If you didn’t satisfy me, I wouldn’t be with you.” Steve grips your waist and pulls you onto his lap straddling his thighs. “Hey.” His head dips down to meet your low eyes. “You please me, you always do.” 
“So it doesn’t matter that i’ve never given you a blowjob?” Your mouth moves faster than your mind, further embarrassing you. Your question is met with a deafening silence. 
His face is full of concern and now you're upset with yourself for even bringing this shame home with you. “Princess, where is this from? Seriously.” 
“Well, the ladies and I were at work and Michelle got engaged so then we started talking about blowjobs and i didnt know what one was, well I do know what a blowjob is i just didn't know it’s formal name and-” 
“Hey!” Steve cuts off your soft rambles causing you to breath. “Look at me?” Hie large fingers cup your chin and bring your eyes to focus on his warm blues. “You’re enough for me.” He seals his words with a kiss. The kiss was sweet. Affirming to my insecure soul. The next kiss was less noble but just as passionate. The familiar burn sets in your chest as the kiss grows more heated. Steve’s skillful tongue wraps around yours in a way that is profane. A soft whimper escapes you as your boyfriend pulls away from you. 
“Stand up for me baby.” Steve commands through hasty breaths. You quickly stand before him, chest rising with anticipation. Steve’s sizable hands familiarize themselves with your body like they've done time before. He takes his time squeezing your breast. Even through the thick material of your top you can feel Steve's hands radiating heat into your skin. His hands then find your midriff rubbing his calloused hands into you making you squirm. 
“Steve,” You cooed impatiently. 
“Yes pretty girl?” His hands are placed on your hips now, working your jeans down your legs. His lips find the trimmings of your lace panties, placing soft microscopic kisses along the ‘v’ of the material. You intake sharply when Steve's lips meet your clothed mound. 
“Turn around for me sweetness.” you spin slowly moving on a form of autopilot. “Sit back.” He holds your waist guiding you to sit back down on his lap. He brings his knees between your legs before widening his stance, leaving you unable to close your legs on your own. 
“Baby?” His hands trail up your midsection, to tweak your beaded nipples through the thick material of your top. “You know how much i love you, right?” With each word warm air caresses the skin behind your ears. You feel amazing, he hasn't done much and you feel over the moon. A light pinch brings you to reality. “Hmm baby?” 
“I’m sorry,” You apologize for your hesitation “Yes I know how you love me.” 
“How much.” His colossal hands continue their assault on your chest. He gently pulls a nipple between his index and middle finger. A soft moan leaves you barely audible. 
“A whole-” Your answer is cut off when you feel heat separate from your own grazing your pussy. Unbenounced to you, Steve's hand had made his way to your slit and began to slowly circle the area. Another soft call leaves your silk lips. 
“Answer baby” 
“You love me a whole lot, to the moon and all the stars and back” 
“That’s right baby,” He pushes his finger into your clit with a little more pressure than before. “To the moon,” He pulls your panties up wrapping the moistened core around his thick fingers “To every single star.” His fists tighten as he prepares for destruction “And back.” he pops the fabric of your under garments and you gasp. His lips meet your neck again and place more kisses to your pulse points. 
“You know how much I love you,”His fingers introduce themselves to your slick folds. The sounds of light sloshing make you aware of just how turned on you are. Your head falls back unable to maintain even breathing. “You know, so how could you let one conversation mess with your mind?” The conversation that once brought you immense embarrassment was now a complete after thought. Steve's fingers were torturing you sweetly. Your clit vibrates against his tough skin as his warm slick lips meet your juggler leaving open ended kisses. 
“You’re so pretty baby.” kiss. “My little princess.” kiss. “You gonna let me make you feel good?” Instead of a kiss Steve licks down towards your collarbone. 
“Yes.” You hiss unsure of how to react. You’ve had intimate moments with Steve before but nothing like this. “Yes Stevie, please make me feel good.” Steve pushes his nose into the back of your neck inhaling deeply, 
“You're so sweet honey, so polite.” His left hand is firmly pressed against your core while his right hand runs underneath your top lifting it to reveal one breast. He presses down on your clit causing you to whimper. 
“Stevie.” you whine. Your body begins to wither on top of him. “Please baby, I need more” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind into Steve’s stiffness. Steve dips his middle finger into you. “Mmhhmm” you cry out from the pleasure. Your skin is hot and your ears hear a slight ringing. 
“You see how you make me feel, doll?” and you do. Your hips gyrate over his in a circular motion. You feel his hard stomach against your back then his well built member pressing firmly into his denim causing you to moan. Your music only fuels Steve more. 
“One day,” His ring finger joins the middle one and he speeds up his violation. “Instead of my fingers it’ll be my dick in you.” Steve’s control is admirable. With every dip of his digits a wet click follows as a response. The once light sloshing is now replaced by intense leaking. You can't remember a time you've ever been this wet. Your arousal is overflowing. “I’m gonna fill you up baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” 
“I love this sweet pussy.” He whispers more so to himself rather than to you. All you can do is moan. 
“You’re gripping me so tight baby girl… you like me playing with your pussy?” Your head is spinning, Steve’s voice is the only thing cutting through the white noise of your mind. Steve has never spoken to you this way. His words ignite a fire in your core as the familiar build of an orgasm approaches. He takes notice of your approaching release. 
“I want to see you squirt pretty girl,” Your hips jolt forward as Steve curls his fingers within you. “Come on, be a good girl and squirt for Captain.” He’s now slamming his fingers into creating a vulgar splashing everytime his palm meets your mound. 
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Your voice raises higher with each connection. Your right nipple is exposed to Steve taunting him. His lips wrap around the nub causing you to arch closer to him. He swirled the muscle in his mouth around your nipple in a way that was heinous. 
“Please Stevie, please.” You sink your nails into his high attempting you bring your bodies closer, if that was even possible. 
“Come on, I want my sweet girl to feel good.” The combination of Steve’s lengthy fingers continue their manipulation to your internal walls, his right hand presses firm semi circles into your pleasure button and you see white. Your orgasm ripples through you like an intense wave. Your literal wave splashes across Steve’s thigh and he chuckles. You’re faintly aware of him licking your arousal off his fingers. 
“Stevie…” You sobbed from the stimulation. “Stevie.” His name is the only thing coherent in your mind. 
“I know, I know pretty girl.” Steve coos. His hands slow pace calming you down through the aftershocks of release. “You look so beautiful when cum.” He smiles widely as he smacks your thigh. 
“I can’t wait to see you do that on my dick.”
343 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Text
Yes Mr. Barnes
pair: Bucky Barnes x reader 
word count: 881 
warnings: fingering (I clearly have a fingering kink), dirty talk, student teacher relationship but all parties are of age in my head reader is 24 and professor bucky is 45, its porn with a lil bit of plot but not really 
divider by @(writeyourmindaway)
Tumblr media
“Oh my god.” Your whispered words are breathy. Your throat is scratchy as you try to keep up with the pleasure that’s over taking you. 
Your back is pressed firmly into the backrest of the couch while your feet dig deep into the cushions. Your knees are bent and your legs are spread open making your skirt bunch at your waist. Your bum is resting on the singular thigh of the man that is rubbing slow circles into your cunt. The man beneath you is skilled. He’s so good at making you forget. Forget that you are his student working for him or that he is your professor. He’s so good at bringing you pleasure that none of those minor details matter in this chase. The only thing that matters is you, and him, and how your bodies work together. 
“Fuck.” Another slurred mumble escapes you. His head is buried deep into your neck. He’s licking and kissing and biting, adding another layer of sensation all while his fingers pick up pace on their assignment. 
“Uh… Ohhhhh my god.” You whine, body trembling with need. 
“Yeah… yeah that’s it, you’re doing so well sweetheart.” His sweet coos squeeze your heart and pull at your core. His nose is pressed into your cheek bone so close to your eyes you can see it’s outline. His lips are parted, blowing his hot exhale onto your cheek. “Fuck princess.” 
You’re feeling overwhelmed. He’s giving you so much attention. Cool smooth digits grip your breast through your pressed button tweaking your nipples and your hips jut forward. You whimper but that only fuels him. That only makes him want to give you more attention. 
“Me next.” His voice is dangerously low. It’s captivating. Your eyes strain to see him as best as you can with this angle. “Yes? yeah?” Even through his dominant demands he wants your approval. He’s authoritative with a soft spot for your acceptance. 
“Mmhmm.” You keen at the implication of his words. 
“You gonna put me in your mouth?” 
“Yes Mr. Barnes.” Your words are  desperate. You’re needy and his dirty mouth is only making it worse. 
“You wanna taste me?” His menacing voice teases on. The beginning of an impending inferno is starting, tiny sparks are shocking your core. Your grip around his neck tightens with each shock. 
“Yes…. yes.” You’re delirious. You’re so far gone that if he asked you to do anything, anything at all, you’d comply with no hesitation. He’s venomous. 
He brings his face down to latch onto your lips just as he’s pushing two hardy fingers into your center. You pull your lips back slightly, panting on him. His fingers are curling up into your core deliciously. It’s unfair how talented he is. Your dainty fingers splashed along his cheek pulling him closer to you. The sounds you’re emitting into the room are embarrassing raunchy but you’re too distracted to care. 
Instead, you’re focused on how big Mr. Barnes is. He’s hunched over in the couch back curled and his forward so he can pleasure you the way he deems fit. He’s powerfully built. His arms though vastly different work like synchronized swimmers dancing across your body with grace. His oversized middle leaves you feeling little. So small that you can’t help but sink into submission. You’re aware of his sturdy leg shifting every so often underneath you to release some tension from the thick elongated erection pressing into your thigh. 
“Fuck,” He gravels “You’re fucking leaking doll.” His middle and ring finger is slipping into you so fast that the only proof it’s even happening is the squelching sound of your pussy taking the little limbs filling the room. 
“You wanna cum princess?” You nod unable to think of words. A strangled moan is released when his metal appendage begins to rub your clit. “Cum anytime baby, I’m ready for you.” Your body twitches at his words and you know you’re close. He knows it too. 
“I know you’re close, doll face.” He kisses down your neck through his words. He pulls your body flush against him wanting to get as close as humanly possible “Just cum .” A high pitched cry is released from you but it’s not the cry of an orgasm. 
“Come on doll… cum for me… do it for me pretty girl… cum for me.” With those words your body seized up tight before releasing completely. You melt into the warmth surrounding you. You feel like you’re floating in an ocean of warm rapture. Behind closed eyes you don’t see Mr. Barnes standing up or him undoing his belt buckle. You just suddenly feel a light smack to clit bring you back to the reality that is you and him. 
“Mmm.” you mewl cupping your sensitive center. 
“Wake up baby, I’m not done yet.” He’s stripping himself of the fabric adorning his body. 
“You ready for me princess?” His big body is standing tall before you. He’s shirtless giving you a clear view of his solid center. His dick is in his metal hand being stroked lightly. He’s stalking you slowly. “You ready for me princess?” His words are lethally laced this time around.
“Yes Mr. Barnes.” You nod because of course you’re ready for him. You’re always ready for him.
266 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Text
Tell Me What You Want
Tumblr media
pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader 
word count: 3.1k
warnings: smut (well, my first attempt at it), tipsy maybe possibly drunk reader, male POV i’m a girl so idk if i did a good job with that bc who knows. what goes on in the male brain also poor EXTREMELY poor descriptions sorry :) 
notes: um i’ve been wanting to write for a while but i was too nervous but then this scene kept playing at my head at work so I wrote it. I had steve in mind but i honestly haven’t watched a marvel movie since 2015 which is 5years ago and not 2 years like my brain remembers it as so my memory of the characteristics steve has are very fuzzy.... also english is not my first language so there will be typos and grammar mistakes sorry in advance. also please tell me if it sucks lol I really really really love criticism because it helps me gage were i’m at and how I can improve thank you :) 
                                                          .....
“bah” the sound of my girlfriend’s raspy voice pulls me from my light drift. I look over to see her cradling her foot in her hands. Unable to keep her balance she stumbles a little bit but quickly regains her footing stretching her hands out in front of her. “What the fuck?” she whispers to herself. 
I watch her as she makes her way around our shared chambers. I take in her once perfect appearance, now seeing someone completely different. Before leaving her hair was in perfectly uniformed spirals. The peach mini dress hugged her dips and curves beautifully, complementing the soft makeup on her face, and Her thin heels guarded her pink pedicure. Now, she is completely disheveled. The once tight curls are now matted waves, the lipstick smudged against her chin coincides with the thick eyeliner rings around both eyes. Her dress has completely shifted giving me the perfect peekaboo of areola. The shoes that were once on her feet are now in her hands. As if she feels me staring, she turns and locks eyes with me. 
“I’m sorry.” she sings out in a low whisper. holding out the syllables of the word. “Did i wake up?” 
“No.” I lie. 
“Oh good, ‘cause i wanted to…” she hiccups, a dead giveaway of her current state. “... i wanted to hang out with you” she’s talking but every word sounds like a moan.  
“Hang out with me?... Are you drunk?” I smile at her. I’ve always loved seeing her drunk simply because I can’t get drunk. 
“Mmmmm… kinda” she decides. 
“Kinda? either you are or you aren’t, which one is it?” 
“Well…i’m drunk enough to not feel embarrassed by doing this” she makes quick movements of dropping her heels from her hand before straddling my lap “but sober enough that i can still do this.” she slowly begins to grind on my thighs. Though her positioning is off, by a lot, I don’t care. I can still feel blood rushing to intimate areas of my body. my usually timid girl has transformed into a confident tease. I chuckle at the performance.
“Why are you laughing when you should be fucking me?” She pouts. 
“Oh really? tell me what you want me to do then.” Suddenly her face goes blank at my request. Usually, I am in control, I tell her when and where to move at all times, but I don’t want the game to end with her submission. I want to push her to try something new tonight.
 “I....” she hiccups again, harder this time causing a physical rise and fall of her chest emphasizing the twin orbs on her chest. “... I want to feel you.”  My growing hard on is touching the side of her thigh. 
“You are feeling me.” I smile at her. 
“Uh uh, closer?” She wiggles her body, but is still grinding slow. I shift my hips up ever so slightly so she can get a taste of what she wants. 
“Mmm” she lets out the tiniest moan if you’re not paying attention you’d miss it. Of course I don’t miss it. I never miss it. She leans into me with her right arm wrapped around my neck and her left hand touching my cheek softly. Her silk lips connect with mine and it takes all the strength I possess to not kiss her back. I want to see how far her liquid courage will take her. Once she notices I'm not kissing her back she whines. 
“Baaaaaaabeeee… Why aren’t you moving?”
“You didn’t tell me to move.” I say matter of factly. she huffs. “I told you,” I brush some of the disturbed curls from her face. “Tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it.” I shrug. 
“But…” another hiccup peaks through her slurred words. “You know… I… get embarrassed.” her glossy brown eyes gaze into mine. 
“I know baby, but let’s try something new tonight.” I try to convince her giving her small peppering kisses to her face. “Just try it and if you wanna stop we’ll stop, okay?” She leers unwavering, weighing out her options. 
“Okay.” she sighs looking away from me as if trying to release all her nerves. “... What do I… you know… what do I say?” she fumbles with my fingers as a cashmere cat grin spreads across my face. 
“You say whatever you want…” I rub my thickset hands over her hips for added comfort. “Say anything you want me to do to you.” I kiss the corner or her mouth. Quick and soft. Not giving her too much, but just enough to hopefully spark some encouragement for her to begin speaking. She lets out another nerve breath before looking me in the face. It’s almost like she’s studying my face trying to see how serious I am. 
“Kiss me.” With that command I quickly lock our lips with firm pressure. 
“Slowly.” she murmurs through her lips. I slow my approach, taking my time with her lips. I create light suction around her bottom lip causing her to shift on me. I want to touch her so badly, but she only instructed me to kiss her. Nothing more, nothing less. She pulls away from me with her chest rising and falling quickly. 
“Add tongue?” it comes out less like a command and more like a question, but I give her a little leeway since it’s her first time. With my burly hands fisted at my sides I lift my body slightly. Once aligned perfectly, I kiss her again softly. I ran my tongue over her lips still puckered and pushed my body up before allowing my tongue to invade her mouth slowly. Another soft moan is released from her and I feel my nails digging into my palm. 
Let me touch you. 
She begins moving her hips again, her chest pushes into me with every deep breath she takes. 
“Kiss me from my lips to my spot.” 
“You have to be more specific than that.” I grunt with our lips still attached. She lets out a frustrating groan. 
“I want you to kiss me on my neck.” Her tone has changed. It’s a mix between exasperated and needy. I change direction and add my wet lips to her neck but not where I know she wants me. 
“Baby… lower” 
“Here?” I string out the teasing. 
“No. Here.” she moves my head to the space directly above her collarbone decorated by a tattoo. Before I could kiss the spot another command came through. 
“Suck no kiss.” Her facade crumbles and her native accent makes an appearance causing me to get more frustrated. She still hasn’t told me to touch her. Still complying to her demands, I suck her most sensitive spot. Hard. Her hands are now all over my midriff feeling me through my shirt. 
“Arms up.” She wheezes. I immediately lift my arms up allowing her to remove my shirt. My arms fall back to where they were by my sides. My favorite girl increases the pressure at which she’s moving her hips. The roles reverse and now she’s kissing all over me. Her lips sloppily move from my jaw to my shoulder to my pierced nipple. My jaw locks and my fists tighten. As a result of a lost bet I had to get the piercing and wear it for a year. There were times I hated that thing. This was not one of those times.
“Touch me.” she swirls her tongue around my jeweled nipple. Excitement ripples through my veins. 
“Where?” It comes out breathy but she didn’t mind. She smiles at me clearly feeling more comfortable. 
“Anywhere you like baby.” and with that I flipped her over trying to touch all parts of her body at once. My hands introduce themselves to her breast with a firm squeeze. My left hand goes down to now introduce itself to her warm center. I run her hand over the clothes spot a couple of times as if asking her to let me in. My thick skinned digits slide their way past the barely there material cupping her cunt. I can feel her lips burning an imprint to my hand. She feels warm. The smoothness of her body always takes me by surprise, even though I've felt her body just like this a million times before. 
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me to touch you since we’ve started.” 
“You should’ve asked…” my hands dip into the warm honey pool between her legs toying with her arousal causing her to pause. “... so i could give you my permission.” she smiles up at me. It’s shocking. She actually likes the control that she has. She brings my head back to her mouth and our lip match begins again. In making sure to take my time I circle her clit slowly. Agonizingly Slow. My fingers dance around her heated velvet opening just barely connecting with her special nub, but she moans as if i’m fucking her and I feel triumphant. It’s almost impossible to get her to make noise. She’s a quiet lover. My quiet lover. 
                                                        •••
She turns to look at me as if I have two heads. 
“Why would you ask me that?” She turns her face in embarrassment. “I…. I do like everything we do… in bed” She mumbles her last syllables quietly as if anyone else but me is listening. 
“So then my question stands, why don’t you ever make any noise?” my hands run along her thighs that are straddling mine. She starts playing with my fingers so I know she’s uncomfortable. 
“Well,..... it’s that…” she huffs. “I don’t like to be too loud… what if i don’t sound… nice….or what if the neighbors hear me?” 
“Then they’ll know you’re getting fucked by good dick.” 
“Stop, i’m serious.” she smiles lightly smacking me. “What if they hear me and see me the next day it’ll be so…” she immediately stops as I thrust upwards towards her heated core. 
“It gives me motivation when i hear that i’m pleasing you….” While continuously grinding into her sensitive spot I bring my lips to her neck. “I need tangible evidence of what I do to you. I need to hear…” she inhaled slowly as I bit down. “... you moaning.” I take a seat back looking directly into her warm eyes. 
“I need to hear that i’m pleasing you, okay? Can you do that for me?” she quickly nods in response. “Use you words baby.” 
“Uh-uh Yes, yes i can do that for you.” 
“ Good, now make some noise for me.” 
                                                           •••
The flashed memory paired with the withering body audibly moaning underneath me was enough to set me off. I want to be inside her now. But I haven’t been given permission. 
“Speed up just a little bit babe, you’re doing great” her words slip through her pants and I oblige. It was all too much, electric shocks found their way to my southern head making it twitch with agony. I wanted to feel her around me. 
“Stop.” she moans. Confused, I simply look up at her while continuing my assault. 
“Baby… stop.” she asks again. I really wanted to continue, the pressure in the base of my stomach was not helping my case either, but this was my idea to begin with so again I followed directions. My hands leave her damp frame and await further instructions. Her eyes flutter open glazed with desire. A fire ignites within me starting at the abdomen and quickly spreading to the other parts of my anatomy. 
“Undress for me please.” she licks her lips slowly staring directly into my eyes. Her eyes. One of my favorite things about her. She doesn’t understand why I love them so much. She calls them her boring browns but they’re so much more to me. Those boring browns are so intense the first time she looked at me I couldn’t look away. They pulled me and never let me go. I remove my shorts under her magnetic gaze. Her intense gaze sinks to the member between my legs. 
“Sit down.” her eyes unwavering from my dick as I take a seat on the divan sofa parallel to the bed. 
“Touch yourself for me.” The request makes me smile. I shift bringing my hips forward, widening my legs. I take my time taunting her by doing what she says but not quite. My hands run along my thighs feeling my skin under my rough palms and she laughs. 
“I know exactly what you’re doing baby…” she starts shifting on the bed removing her panties but leaving her dress in disarray across her body. “And that’s fine. The longer you play around is the longer you have to wait to touch me.” she gives a sinister closed lip smile before gently tracing her fingers around her clit. Her eye contact with me remains strong as she adds more pressure to satisfy her needs. She sits up slightly creating a sight to see. Her legs are spread wide enough to perfectly accommodate my bulky frame, almost as if set in place by muscle memory. Her left hand is fondling her sweet bits while her right arm is outstretched behind her slightly bent attempting to hold her body up. Her face. I want that face ingrained so deeply into my mind that it will be the last thing I remember before I die. With her head lifted to the ceiling her sweet melodies flow bouncing off the walls of the room.
“Come on, I need you baby.” She brings her head down to look back at me. My jaw clenches watching her dip two fingers into her warm opening. “My fingers don’t feel like yours.” Her left hand is toying with her right nipple while her right is finding a steady rhythm. 
“No matter what I do my hands will never feel as good as you do.” She lets out a breathless moan and I can feel my self control dwindling. “No one can make me feel as good as you do… Not even myself.” 
“Mmm... Steve please” the sound of my name leaving her lips stilled me. “Please play with your dick... Please baby.” That is enough to send me into overdrive. I’ve never heard her speak like this. It’s rare to get a serious moan from her when fucking so to have her say this to me, to have her talk dirty like this... it’s different. I think i enjoy it. I reach my base and wince from the contact. I lift my extended piece to my stomach then back down to my thighs a couple times as if to wave hello.
“Fuck.” I whisper under my breath, moreso to myself. “Fuck, baby, this is what you like?” my fingers enclose my head in a tight grip to mimic the suction of my girlfriend. She nods her head frantically, still assaulting her pussy. 
“yeah? You gonna let me fuck you?” I grunt through passionate strokes. “You gonna let me make you feel good?” I look up at my love and she looks as if she is in a trance. My eyes follow hers to my dick and a shutter moves through me. I watch my hands as if they are not my own. My fingers cup around the head and create small semi circles, “uuhh-huh  f-fuck.” 
“Don’t cum.” she glares at me with dark eyes sitting up and crawling towards me. “I want you to cum inside.” Before I could move to her, she’s on top of me. Straddling me running her fingers through my hair. “You’ve been such a nice boy for me.” The praise makes my dick jump and she feels it. 
“Oh.”she breathes out. “Do you like it when I compliment you baby? I thought you said you didn’t need that?” I did say that. When we first started dating she was very vocal about all the things she loved about me making sure I knew. I would do the same for her because I know she needs that but words of affirmation became a little too much for me. Or so I thought. 
“I…” The words become lost on my tongue as a cross between a moan and a grunt leaves my lips as I feel her rub her pussy across my dick.
“How does it feel?” Her voice is husky, it holds a certainty i’ve never witnessed before tonight. A sharp pain shoots from my pec to the base of my cock. She twisted the jeweled nipple. “I asked you a question, be a good boy and answer me.”
“I-I-It feels-s s-so good.” My hands are on her hips now, following her rhythm. “So fucking good.” I didn’t have time to be embarrassed by my stutter because she aligns me with her sweet opening. She stills for a beat before slowly slipping me into her paradise. Groans from the pits of our stomach arise and she begins to move. It's slow at first, her small whimpers slipping through my labored breath, but something changes. She picks up the speed as she rotates her hips in a way that is sinful. I can sense that she’s getting tired but she holds out for me and my heart swells. 
“You’re doing so good, angel.”  My praise causes her to look me in the eyes. She’s getting to the end of her rope and whenever she ready to hand it back over to me, I’ll happily oblige. I roll my hips up to meet her and a soft sob leaves her lips. 
“Okay,” she sighs out “I’ve had my fun, use me please.” 
I plant my feet firmly beneath us and begin to raise my hips in sharp deliberate strokes. A string of curse words leaves her lips in a hushed whisper. My sweet girl doesn’t want me to hear. My sweet girl. 
“You feel so fucking good.” It’s crazy. No matter how many times I fuck her, it always feels brand new with her. Her body jerks over mine and I know she’s close. I’m right behind her. I lean back and allow my digits to caress her clit. She lets out a moan I’ve never heard as her body spasms around me, her walls grip my dick as if to say please don’t leave. And I don’t. I push myself deeper into her pussy and she lets out another pornographic moan which prompts me to cum. She trembles, gripping my arms and bringing our bodys close. We still, the only movement being the rapid rise and fall of our chests. 
“Oh my god.” She whispers. I pull at her hair lifting her head from my shoulder and scan her face. Her makeup is chaotically misplaced, hair is glued to her forehead, a dazed look is in her eyes. She looks beautiful. I suppose I said those words out loud because a loopy grin adorns her face. That one dimple in her right cheek that I love so much makes an appearance before a thank you slips past her lips to reach my ears. 
“You’re welcome baby.” I kiss her forehead before pulling her close to me again.
239 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Text
Happy Anniversary My Love
pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader 
word count: 993
warnings: smut, oral female receiving, rope bunny reader, pet names, corny fluff minor
notes: just a fun drabble it came to my mind in the middle of the night so i wrote it. I proof read but you know how that goes... anyways enjoy! <3 
...
The position you’re in is compromising. If anyone saw you right now, they'd see everything. That’s what he wants. That’s what Steve wants.  He wants to see everything about you. Your wrist is roped to your ankle in intricate knots leaving your face pressed deeply into the soft mattress, your back slightly arched to accommodate the knots, and your ass high and mighty in the air. You felt exposed. Your breathing was rigid, every laborious breath was followed by the soft click of your clenching twat. You hear familiar rustling behind you alerting you of Steve's undressing. The soft patter of material hitting the floor only further excites you for what’s to come.
“Hi baby.” Steve calls to you. 
“Hello my love.” 
“I’ve missed you so much.” You can feel the heat of his eyes grazing your body. Taking you in completely. “Seven days with you makes one weak.” You reward him with soft giggles that warms his bleeding heart. 
“I missed you more Steven.” 
“Impossible.” His soft chuckles now warms your heart. “Are your arms okay? It’s not too tight?” His warm hands run over his rope work for security. 
“I’m okay.” Your tone is soft and awaiting. 
“What do you say if at any point you get uncomfortable?” 
“Strawberries.” You answer quickly wanting to get this show on the road. You haven’t seen Steve in a week and you were itching with excitement. When you and Steve were together you were inseparable, so any time apart was filled with sappy late night texts, whispered phone calls, and… nudes. Lots of nudes. 
“I couldn’t wait to see you doll, I basically ran over here.” His voice is doing what his hands are not in this moment. They’re cradling you, wrapping you in an intimate warmth. You rub your face on the mattress for stimulation. “I couldn’t wait to get to this pussy, my pussy.” The feather-like feeling of his breath hitting your intimate parts leaves you to clench around nothing. Three more clicks sound off after each clench. 
This was his idea. To tie you up. He’d been gone for three days when he asked you over a heated phone call to tie you up. Of course you agreed in your horny haze but when he brought it up again the night before he came home you really had to think about it. Steve is a persuasive man hence your position now. You enjoyed being tied up but you’re also extremely impatient. 
“Steven, baby, I need you.” You wiggle your ass to where you hoped he was standing. You weren’t sure because you couldn’t see him. “Please.” You plead desperately. 
You feel Steve’s hand graze your thigh so light you almost miss it. He continues his pressure less contact tracing an outline of his favorite body. What he does next takes you by surprise. You are no novice to sex and it’s activities, but your Steven has the innate ability to make you behave virgin like. 
Steve leans into your warm satch and sticks his nose into you. No words can describe what this feels like. You’ve had men underneath your hood before and none of them had ever stopped to take in what you smell like. He increases the torment by deeply inhaling you. He takes not one, but three deep drawls filling his lungs with your arousal.
“Fuck.” He whispers in a euphoric haze. “The sweetest fucking smell.” 
At this point you’re aware he’s not even speaking to you. He’s talking to himself, familiarizing himself with everything that is you. Deep breaths leave your parted lips as you attempt to keep your mind clear. A foreign whine fills the room. After a moment you realize the noise came from you. 
Steve kisses your pussy. As if your slippery cunt was your mouth, he kisses it. one kiss turns to two then four and before you know it, your boyfriend is making out with your warm core. Literal kisses to your center leaving you speechless. The action is perverted. You love it. You love him. 
“Steven…” Your winded call pulls him from his smooching. “This feels so good, too good.” You whisper barely audible but he still hears you. With a snicker Steve opens his mouth and swipes his meaty tongue across your leaking opening. You let out a salacious cry cooing Steve's full name. Your boyfriend paints a stormy picture into your center pulling lewd noises from your core. 
“f-fuck… oh god.” Your nails dig into your calves as you leak on to Steve's stiff tongue. “Fuck… baby please… please.” The last expression comes out as a high pitch squeal because Steve decides to latch on to your clit unrelentingly. 
“You taste so good.” Steve slurps around your clit giving him a lisp of some sort. “You taste so fucking sweet, Like fucking honey doll.” He pulls back and rubs a hand up and down your slit. “My honey.” He states firmly. He wraps his arms around your high bottom going back into his honey pot. Steve goes back to devouring your sap. The way his tongue is moving is vividly imprinting itself into your mind. The next time he’s away you’ll replay this memory to get you through those needy nights. 
Your body shimmies and shakes as you let the floodgates go. You go limp unable to be conscious in the moment because Steve keeps going. His agonizing attack doesn’t slow down one bit. If anything, he speeds up pulling an intense aftershock out of you. 
“Steven!” Your voice cracks as you call him. When he gets like It can be impossible to get him to stop. “Steven please!... please! Baby give me a minute!” Your winded cries aid you. Steve backs up laughing at your pleas giving you a chance to breathe. He looks over at the clock before turning to you. 
“Happy anniversary my love.” He seals the expression with a wet kiss to your lower lips. 
178 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Note
Henlo! Can I request Steve 'punishing' you by giving you a nice spanking? If you don't do smut then can I get a cute first date? Thank you🙏🙏
Okay hi :)))))) i didn’t expect to get a request at all so i was super excited and nervous. I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took so long I was trying to figure out what you’d be punish for and little things like that. Steve is kinda dark and monotoned with minimal lines in this but that’s how imagine him giving a punishment. it’s my second attempt at smut so all feedback is welcomed!!!  Im really bad at beginnings and endings so bare with me Also PLEASE excuse my english it’s not my first language so yeah here it is again i hope you like it. :)))
Warnings: Spanking and Mentions of sweat
Word count: 1.9k
I Didn’t Mean It.
You feel a drop of liquid leave your nose and touch your thigh. Unsure if it’s your tears or your sweat but you don’t move. Only one thing runs through your mind as you wait for Steve. 
You didn’t mean it. 
You had been kneeling on the floor of your shared bedroom for hours now. At first it was easy. You would count the minutes but as the uneasy feeling in your stomach started to spread to other parts of your body, and the temperature of the room created a dampness across your body, your mind was fuzzy and you could only think of Steve. Wherever he is, he must be so mad. 
You hadn’t meant it. You’re usually so good. you follow his rules, before you do anything his stern face would pop up in your mind deterring you from doing something you’d regret, you're unsure why today felt different. As if your body is thinking the same thing a shudder runs through you. A determined line of sweat leaves the nape of your neck and travels the arch of your back.
Where is he? 
You couldn’t take the torture. You knew this wasn’t your punishment. At least not all of it. Steve runs a tight ship, he has no tolerance for bullshit. You knew this and yet you still decided to disobey him. It hadn’t been on purpose. For whatever reason Steve had decided to change your normal routine and without question you agreed. You had almost lost yourself on the train when you realized you didn’t break one rule you had broken three. You were on your way rushing home but it was too late. You had already been caught. The phone ringing in your hand almost seemed like a death sentence. You knew better than to let him wait any longer.  
“H-Hello Captain.” you stuttered awaiting his voice. 
“What did I tell you?” Was all he said and you instantly felt fear. 
“I’m sorry I lost track of-” 
“I didn’t ask you that.” you heard slight shuffling in the background. “What did I tell you?” 
“Don’t break any rules ever. There will never be an exception for making Captain mad.” You whisper in a hushed tone. 
“Find your ass home. Now.” He hung up before you could even reply. You were already on the train back to your place but you couldn’t contain yourself. You started crying. Steve was a hard ass but with reason. A lot has changed in his world and he needed stability. He needed control and you were that for him. You tried so hard to stay in place, rarely ever slipping up this big. By the time you got home, the apartment was freezing. The clock read 9:15 and you already knew what to do. Though punishments with you were rare, they were extremely memorable. Imprinted so deep in your mind that whenever you wanted to step out of line you didn’t. 
You follow the preset routine for punishments as if he’s right behind you. Sometimes you almost feel like he’s lurking behind the corner, watching you. He hadn’t explicitly said you would be punished, but with the tone in his voice you didn’t want to take any more chances. You make your way to your room hissing at the frigid feeling. You made sure the room was clean before removing all of your clothes and putting them away neatly. He was a stickler for tidiness. 
You take your place at the foot of the king sized bed and kneel. Your knees burned from the texture of the rug beneath you. You hadn’t realized it at first, but he was controlling the temperature. The once frosty room has now resembled a sauna. You were on alert, hyper aware of everything since your phone call with Steve, and you were starting to resent yourself. 
How could you be so stupid. He only gives you simple rules to follow and you can’t even do-
Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sound of your door alarm. He’s home. The floors begin to moan underneath his bulky body. He’s moving around the apartment but he isn’t talking. Your body is vibrating, awaiting what will happen next. The sound of your chamber door opens and Steve stalks through. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. Not that you expect him too. 
He moves around the room removing his day and getting into the shower all while not acknowledging your presence at all. The shower water stops and so does your heart. He comes out of the bathroom dressed and sits in the large arm chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes are casted downward but you can feel his eyes boring into your naked body. He sits there unwavering for what seems like hours. Each minute under his scrutiny feels like an eternity. 
“Stand up.” you follow his command quickly standing on shaky legs. 
“Come to me.” You wobble over to Steve stopping right before him still not looking him in the eyes. You inhale sharply when you feel his finger trace the invisible passageway from your clavicle down your sternum before finally resting at your navel. Your shutter as he circles it. 
“Look at me.” For the first time tonight you look at Steve’s face and your heart drops. Disappointment. 
You want to speak so badly. Plead your case but you know that will only anger him farther. So you search his eyes hoping to show how remorseful you feel for letting him down. You hoped your eyes delivered the message your words could not. 
I didn’t mean it. 
“On the bed.” His clipped words increase your heart rate.  As you make your way over to the bed he follows you. “Kneel.” You kneel on the edge of the bed and await him. Cool metal comes in contact with your wrist causing you to turn your head. A swift pop is given to the side of your face leaves you trembling. 
“Eyes forward.” Not wanting to add to your existing punishment you follow instructions. The light clicks of handcuffs follow his words and your heart drops. 
“I’m very surprised at your behavior today doll.” he rubs down your liquid covered arms. “You’re usually so good to me.” 
I am good for you. I’m so sorry. 
“Bend over baby.” You shutter. His kind words service to deceive you of what is actually to come. Your position is compromising, your hands are locked behind your back. Your face is to the plush mattress and your bum is high and mighty. 
“Thirty hits. No noise. If I hear a peep out of you, I’m starting over. Okay?” You nod with understanding. Steve pulls the large leather covered paddle from the drawer. Small round metal studs cover the paddle specially made for pain. He waves the paddle around rotating his wrist to adjust his body to the extending member. “Ready?” 
I’m so sorry. 
The first round of hits take a lot out of you. You know he wasn’t hitting you hard but . He raises the paddle high in the air and brings it down quickly leaving you winded. You press your lips together firmly willing all sounds to remain inside in your chest. You had lost track of the number of hits around 13. Your mind was in a deep concentration only remembering one thing. 
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. 
“Five more…” He pokes at the raw skin of your back side. You so badly wanted to hiss at the pain but instead you bite on your tongue to distract yourself. You don’t want him to start over. “Is there anything you want to say to me.” 
“I’m so sorry-” you rushed words were interrupted by the paddle running into you backside at pressure harder than the rest. That still doesn’t deter you from apologizing. “Captain, I’m sorry…” smack. “I didn’t mean too- ugh” another smack. “I’m still not used to the-” smack. That last smack took a lot after and your voice cracks as your pleas spill past your lips. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” your words were breathless. 
“Shhh… baby I know, I know. You did so good” He peppers soft kisses to your back even though it’s covered in sweat. 
“I’m so sorry Captain, I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, I know.” He reassures you understanding your dazed state “Let's get you in a bath, okay baby?” He uncuffs you and carries you to the bathroom. The usually cold surface of the sink is surprisingly warm serving as aid to your tender skin. You watch as Steve silently moves around the bathroom preparing you a warm bath. He’s like this after any session between the both of you, but he’s especially sweet after a punishment. You weren’t sure when Steve made his way over to the sink’s counter, but you weren’t complaining. His callused hands lightly trace your skin as his lips press soft but firm kisses into your face. 
“How do you feel?” He always asked. Always. You think about your answer unsure if you can answer honestly. “Answer as you feel.” 
“I…” take a deep breath. “I forgot about the change, that’s no excuse, but that’s what happened. I’m sorry I didn’t check in with you, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you when you came home.” 
“But how do you feel?” he brushes your soft curls away from your forehead. His lips meet your forehead and you sigh. 
“Sore and guilty.” As you’re speaking he’s lowering the both of you into a warm water. Your muscles release the tension they’ve been holding on to and you allow yourself to melt into the body surrounding you. Your arms wrap loosely around his torso as he slowly rubs your tender bottom. Soon your legs follow suit and mimic your arms. Soft kisses on your body soon morphe into desperate mouth kisses. Your lower body moves at its own accord grinding on top of Steve's cock and a moan passed through you to him. 
“Please Sir.” you sigh hoping your punishment is over. it is. Steve aligns himself with you and pushes into you slowly. He’s mindful of your current state, giving light open mouth kisses to your body and you feel hot. His hips roll into your velvet opening as you cry out. 
“mmhhmmm” You moan wishing the profanity running through you mind could be said instead. 
“Let go whenever you want to angel, you earned it.” With that he leans back and allows you to work for your reward. Your body jerks giving hints to your upcoming orgasm. His finger plays with your special button that leaves you seeing white. A soft sob leaves your lips and your body turns to mush against his broad chest. 
Steve takes a hold of you, pistoning his hips upward. Water spills over the rim of the tub, but Steve doesn’t seem to care. His only concern is chasing his nut. His hips falter as his orgasm over takes him and he’s a sight to see. His golden hair is damp with mist. His head was tilted up to the heavens. His eyes were shut softly with his lashes fanning his cheeks almost as if he were sleeping. His mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as he shoots his load into you. The hands on your waist hold you tight making sure you feel him deep. And you did. You feel him deep and love him deeper.
195 notes · View notes
honeygingergemini · 4 years
Text
Soft
Tumblr media
pairing: sam wilson x reader 
word count: 2.9k
warnings: angst (I think... I hope... I tried lol), soft smut (??? if that’s even a thing), sex and tears 
... 
This was your usual routine. You two would be out with friends. Innocent looks would transform into heated glares. Those heated glares held promises of falling into one another at the end of the night. Tonight was different, it started the same but ended differently. 
You hold on to the rim of the bar, pulling your waist to its large wall awaiting the fun the night brings. You’re early, for the first time in your life. You wait for familiar bodies to surround you. You wait for him. As time dwindles on, your comrades make their appearances. Some debut as pairs, some solo, but they’re all welcomed with love just the same. You didn’t see him come in, but you felt him. The familiar pull your body feels whenever he’s near beings to activate. Your eyes search the bar, unaware your body is looking for him but when you find him, you smile. You raise your hand and wave as your companions do the same. 
He makes his rounds giving quick hugs to everyone. The normal eye is not trained to see he spends more time on you. Your eyes are not trained to it. His hands rub against your back as he reaches for a beer. He feathers his fingers through your new hair. 
“It’s straight.” He says surprised. No need for formal hellos, Sam always jumps all in with you. 
“Yeah,” You run your hands through your hair. “Do you like it?” You smile up at him. 
“Yes.” It comes out quickly. Too quickly for him, he feels embarrassed. He continues to lighten the burn in his chest. “It’s nice, you make it look nice.” Hands still entwined in your straightened locks. “I still like your curls better though.” He smirks. You roll eyes feigning annoyance. 
“I didn’t ask what you liked better,” Your eyes roll in a playful manner as you roll your ‘R’ “I asked if you like my hair, that’s it!” You wave your hands to bring attention to locks. The grin he wears digs deeper into his face. It happens so fast you never expected it. Your view that was once watching your friends fooling with the billiards table was now viewing the dark lid of the four walls currently surrounding you. A tiny, minuscule whimper leaves your lips. That is enough to fuel Sam’s fire. 
“This may be more fun than your curls…” He tugs back again loving his new found control. “I can actually hold it with one hand.” Sam speaks but you’re in another world. A world where Sam has you against the wall of your apartment… or maybe his, his is nicer. Or possibly he has you on all fours on his plush bed, head pulled back to the heavens by the strength of his mischievous left hand. The right hand is just as frisky. It would probably start at your bosom, tweaking one of the twin knobs on your chest. It might tickle its way down your soft tummy before stopping at its predetermined spot. The sweet bundle of nerves that has gifted you with endless pleasure time and time again. Sam’s laugh pulls you from the movie in your mind. 
“You’d like that, huh?” His chuckle deepens as you scan the room. It’s as if the world is oblivious to the moment between you two and that’s nice. It’s something personal Sam can hold on since you give him nothing.The two of you separate, but it doesn't feel that way. Your presence is overwhelming to him. Sam notices every laugh, every expressive face, every swing of that body he adores so much. 
As if you feel him looking your eyes connect. That always happens. Your eyes are low and glossy. Those big browns capture him every time. It starts with a simple gaze that is quickly interrupted. Then Sam feels your eyes on him again, he tries so hard to pay attention to the story Steve excitedly explains, but he can’t. Your dark orbs trace his body in a way that is iniquitous. He can tell you’re tipsy, you get lusty when you’re tipsy. He begins to fumble, refusing to meet your eyes, but you don't mind. Your eyes just continue to undress him and his heart rate increases. He’s now fidgeting like an idiot. His hands move from the collar of his cotton covering then to adjusting the jacket adorning his body. His restless nature knocks over not only one, but two beers. Steve’s as well as his. 
“You okay?” Steve inquires about the sudden change in demeanor. 
“Yeah… I just… I need some air.” Sam makes his way towards the exit. And of course, on his way out he catches you with a snicker behind dainty fingers, laughing at his boyish behavior. His center drums uncontrollably. The cool night calms him briefly as he regulates his breathing. Behind his close lids he sees you, then he feels you. 
“You okay Mr. Wilson?” The same desire filled mug stretched across your face makes all his deep breathing go to waste again. You don’t notice. You never notice. Maybe you’re naive, or maybe you choose to ignore the signs. You don’t wait for Sam’s answer. Instead, you bring your cold hand underneath clothing to his warm midriff and feel around. “I have ideas on how I can make you feel better.” You extend yourself to place gentle kisses to his face. You pull his hand already knowing his answer, and the direction to his apartment. 
The walk over is quiet. Comfortable and silent. There are coy looks and frisky hands, but overall everything is innocent. The innocence ends once you cross the threshold of Sam’s beautiful apartment. The first kiss is rushed. It is familiar to your normal routine. Grabby hands squeeze hard and pull even harder. First it’s Sam’s jacket, then yours, last his shirt. He pushes your body against the wall with ease. 
Your mouths meet and it’s desperate. Your hands move across his upper body feeling every ridge and dip he possesses. Your right leg is raised to lazily wrap around his waist, his hands cup your face making sure you’re close enough. He bucks his hips up to regain position but it impacts your core differently. You mew out your pleasure and want him to give you more. 
“Again please.” You’re always so polite, he adores that. His lips find yours again as he fulfills your request. You moan tasting him. He tastes of ginger beer and… orange?...maybe? Your usually sharp brain can not decode it because your shirt is being removed and your bare nipples are being greeted by a heated stare but cold air. 
“Like what you see Wilson?” His mouth delves in immediately adding his internal warmth to your external body. His tongue swirls around your areola and you pull him closer. How that is even possible is unknown. Sam grunts out pleasure as if he’s the receiver. In some ways he is, he feels pleasure from pleasuring you. 
“Uhh… Sam… please…” There you go, begging again, causing his heart to speed up again. He switches position, now sharing his attention to the other breast while kneading the lubricated one. “Oh my…” You whisper more so to yourself than him. He needs to be inside you. Now.
Sam lifts your entire body into his hands carrying you down the familiar hallway. Your arm wraps around his neck and your hand cradles his face in a way that pulls at heart and messes with his mind. Your lips meet his in their usual frenzy, but he doesn’t want that today. One of his strong arms grips your waist and he holds your head in place. He takes control guiding both of your lips in a slow waltz. There’s gentleness in the kiss that he’s never experienced with you. His lips have your bottom lip in a demure hold. He sucks in the silky flesh wondering how you keep them so soft all the time. 
“Mmmhhm” A shiver runs through you as you moan. The reaction is foreign to you. You’ve never experienced a kiss like this before. It felt different. Sam was different. You separate from the kiss looking at him with uncertainty. You couldn’t dwell on the kiss too long because you were tossed onto Sam’s king size bed. You looked up at him as you pant, taken aback. Sam quickly runs a heavy palm along the center of your body stopping when it meets denim. 
In a flash, your denim is discarded along with the lacy covering protecting your sex. You’re on your knees with your head tilted back attempting to remove Sam’s trousers but also keep up his domineering kiss. It’s like you don’t have control of your hands, you look down and watch your fumbling hands mess with the loop of the belt. Sam’s light hearted chuckles reach your ears causing you to look up at him. 
“I’m usually better at this…” You pout with soft eyes. Sam looks deep into your eyes as if trying to see something more. You rise yourself slightly to kiss him. “Help me.” you mumble against his lip. 
Sam takes the reins helping you remove his bottoms. His lips return to yours as he begins to crawl into the bed. He hovers your body, getting you to lay on your back. He brings his hand to your silky folds familiarizing himself with the feeling of you. The kiss continues getting sloppier as you have trouble holding your moans back. 
“Sammy…” Your head tilts back as Sam strums your body. 
“That feel good, princess?” 
“Mmhmm.” It’s hard to formulate words when his hands are on you, touching you like that. You reach between the two of you to stroke him. 
Y/N’s cold hands contrast the warmth radiating off Sam’s body causing him shutter in her grasp. Sam’s digits dipped into Y/N’s heated core. He’s done this countless times before but for some reason it all feels new tonight. As if he’s making up for lost time. 
He continues to play with her pulling sweet melodies from her. It was supposed to be fun, only fun, and it was. But somewhere in the midst of restless night, innocent texts, and scandalous meetups lust turned to love for Sam. He’s unsure how to sway his feelings. He was unsure if he really wanted to sway his feelings. 
Take it slow. his mind read out to him. and so he did. His middle and ring finger dip agonizing slow causing Y/N’s back to arch. He continues his slow assault watching the effect he has on her body. Sometimes swells in his chest. Pride. Your moans help to build his arousal. He wants nothing more than to be in you right now. 
“Sam!” Y/N whines at the loss of Sam’s fingers. Sam lifts up pumping himself as he watches Y/N lazily bring a hand to her center mimicking his self pleasure. 
“Come here.” Y/N beckons Sam over. “Lemme make you feel good.” she mumbles with closed eyes. That was enough for him. It shouldn’t be enough, but it was. He guides his tip to her center, coating himself with her arousal. Lewd noises fill the room as the woman beneath him withers. His head slips beyond her opening and he freezes. She feels so good. Too good. He scans her face as he leans down to meet chest to chest. Sam moves again, completely filling her up with one swift thrust. She takes him well, she always takes him well. 
Sam is a dutiful lover. He pays attention. He looked for cues to help him please whoever he was with. He’d thrust in many different directions hitting many different spots, whichever spot caused you to moan the loudest is the spot he would zone in on. Hitting it repeatedly, making you see stars. Sam raised Y/N’s leg to his shoulder and that's where things changed. 
His fast pace movement slowed as he drove into you. His tip dipped into your fervid center bit by bit connecting his hips to you. He then pulls out just as leisurely, savoring the vice grip of your snatch. He pistons his hip hitting a spot unknown to you. 
“Fuck Sammy,” You heave. Every touch suddenly felt overwhelming. You were aware of his thumb rubbing circles into your knee while the other rubbed circles onto your clit. His slowed rhythm was unprecedented. No one has ever gone this slow with you, not even your first. 
All of that wasn’t what tipped her over the edge, it was the look. Sam wore an expression she couldn’t understand. His usual furrowed brow and dark eyes were replaced with something softer. Something much warmer than what she’s used to. He was looking into her eyes silently commanding her to not look away. 
“Stop.” it’s all too much. “Sam… please stop.” This feels too personal. 
Sam rolls to a complete stop. The love is removed and his face is filled with concern. 
“What, what is it?” He grabs her face pulling her up. Y/N hadn’t realized she started crying until Sam was wiping her tears away. He’s removed himself completely from her, now worried.
 “Y/N?” She sniffs and looks over to him. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, please.” 
“This…” Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves, but it didn’t help. “This… it um… it feels… different.” She didn’t know how to express what she was feeling. 
“How different?”
“It was…”  It was too much. Too much energy, too much passion. Too much of… “It’s just not something I'm used to.” Or comfortable with. “It felt a little too…” Intense. 
She didn’t have to say the words for Sam to understand her. The silence that filled the room was overbearing. Y/N used her arms to cover her body suddenly feeling extremely exposed. Sam hands rub soft patterns into her back as he wipes her remaining tears away. He’s never seen her like this, he’s unsure of his next move. After what seemed like hours Sam finally builds confidence to inquire. 
“Was it… was it bad?” He questions and she pauses. 
Was it bad? No. 
With a light shake of her head she answers Sam’s question. Her chin rests on her knees as she looks at the man before her. 
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” 
“Um.” Y/N sniffs and thinks. “I don’t know what happened. I… I think I got overwhelmed.” 
“But you were crying, like a lot.” His eyes burn holes into you. “Was I hurting you?” Again you shake your skull. 
“It was… really gentle.” You hate how pathetic you sound. “I’m… I’m not used to the softness.” You mumble feeling ashamed of your confession. 
“Oh… oh okay.” He breaths out. Your reveal was enough to make him end all the previous plans he had for the night. He maneuvers around the room to pull sweatpants to his hips. He then takes his shirt and covers your body. 
“We don’t have to stop.” You grab his wrist suddenly feeling guilty. “I-I can uh… um finish you off you know I don’t-”
“Hey.” Sam pulls your head up to look at him. He looks at you for a long time. Your glossy eyes were breaking his heart. “You don’t need to do anything. I’m fine, okay?” You nod your head in his hands. He places a soft kiss to your forehead and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. He turns to walk away but you pull him back to you. You sit up on your hunches and wrap your arms around his neck. 
“Thank you.” You whimper into his neck. Taking a deep breath you continue. “Thank you for being so soft… with me.” You sink further into his neck. “It means a lot to me.” You kiss his cheek then the corner of his mouth. All gentle, all kind, all innocent. Sam looks at you again, expression unreadable. It looks at if he’s going to say something but then decides against it. 
“I’m gonna go get snacks so we can watch a movie, okay? Just lay down and wait for me.” His calming aura releases some of your anxiety. You nod and watch him turn to leave. You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly, letting go of the remaining nerves you possess. 
Sam returns with a bowl of popcorn and a box of blueberry little bites that you adore so much. He passes you a pouch of the mini muffins and a water before settling in the bed next to you leaving space between you two. He starts a movie, mentioning something about how Bucky and Steve told him to watch it. 
You finish your muffins and half of your water before really turning your attention to the movie. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Sam placing his snack down symbolically throwing in the towel on the remaining popcorn. You’re hyper conscious of him. His tongue traces his teeth behind a closed mouth. His lower body shifts moving the duvet exposing his middle. The soft rise and fall of his chest summons you. 
You roll over, closing the distance between the two of you. Your arms lightly wrap around Sam’s midriff, snuggling deeply into his side. You feel him looking at you but you ignore him, eyes focused on the movie. When Sam finally guides his attention back to the movie you settle a few soft kisses to his hard tummy. 
“Thank you Sammy.”
41 notes · View notes