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omnomsauruswrites · 4 years

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Panties

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve wants your panties.

Note: This is completely raw copy. It’s not edited. Have fun.

“Slip them into my backpack by the door.”

You arched your eyebrow at the request and shook your head. “I will not,” you replied, moving about the kitchen.

“I’ll be gone a month,” he said as he slipped a shirt on, watching you in a tank top and underwear at the stove. “It’d be nice to have something to remember you by.”

“You have photos on your phone.”

You flipped the grilled cheese in the pan, and counted in your head. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and lips attached themselves to your shoulder. You wouldn’t give in, you wouldn’t, as you watched the sandwich in the pan.

His lips moved up to your neck, finding the spot behind your ear and you bit your lip. His hand slipped under your tank top, tracing your delicate skin. “What do I gotta do, doll?” he asked huskily in your ear before sucking on the spot.

“Not happening,” you huffed out, hands turning off the stove and moving the pan away. You didn’t need another fire.

His fingers skimmed under her breasts and she turned to face him. His lips quirked up, as he read the frustration on your face. “Steve, no,” you enforced.

“Steve, yes,” he insisted, before kissing your lips softly and then hungrily.

His large hands moved down to grab your ass before lifting you up. “Steve!”

You felt the smile on his lips, as your tongues dueled. Seconds went by before he deposited you on the bed and you bounced. The shirt, he had just put on, was being stripped from his body and he pushed down his boxers. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce. Your hands gripped the sheets, you knew there was no talking him out of it.

He crawled on the bed, nimble fingers falling to the elastic of your lace underwear. “I’ll just take them myself.”

You bit your lip, quirking your eyebrow again in a challenge.

“No comment?” he asked, slowly peeling them off your hips. “If I can take them off their mine?”

“You gonna fuck me or run your mouth?” you quipped, your hands moving to cup your breasts through your tank.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you,” he assured, stripping the material off you and throwing it behind you.

He shifted to cover your body with his and you felt him hard against your thigh. You tried not to move, not to give in, but you felt the wetness pooling between you. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

Your eyes tracked his darkened ones before spreading them apart. His left hand cupped your mound and you mewled out. “This get you all hot, baby girl? All wet and ready.”

You licked your lips but didn’t answer.

He inserted a finger and your eyes shut. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He moved it in and out of you, before circling your clit. “Steve….”

He removed his fingers and you whimpered, opening your eyes. His blues were tracking your body, memorizing, you knew that look. He was imprinting you into his memory.

You lifted your hips, so that the tip of his cock rubbed your entrance. His eyes fell to your face. You smiled. “Tease.”

“Ha!”

He thrusted hard into you and you gasped. He chuckled at your reaction, keeping still. “Move,” you insisted, trying to pull back your hips.

“Oh, you want me to do the work?”

“Steve Rogers, you fuck me right this second!”

His eyes went dark. “Yes, ma’am.”

He pulled back and thrusted deep, over and over. Your hands clenched the sheets, as he set a demanding pace. Your moans were occasional screams, as he hit your g-spot over and over. You felt your legs begin to quiver and could feel a sheen of sweat break all over your skin. “Steve…. Steve….” you gasped.

Your eyes met his and you saw that he was taught and knew he was just as close. “Oh, fuck. You feel… so good... ,” you licked your lips. “Cum inside me… Please… Steve… Please…”

He groaned at the request. “Fuck, babygirl,” he breathed out.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass pushing him to the hilt. “Please..” you begged. “Need you to cum in me.”

He kneeled on the bed, never dislodging himself and his hands grasped your hips, tilting them up. You screamed, when he changed the angle cursing. The fire lit through your body and you felt your walls convulsing over and over, as he kept the hard pace. One rode into another before he groaned loudly and you felt his hot cum paint your walls. You moaned at the feeling and your eyes flirted open and watched his face.

“Fuck… fuck…” he cursed, hips pumping for a few more seconds. “Fuck.”

You chuckled, as he covered your body once more and his lips met yours. When you broke apart, you turned your head to see the panties had landed in his backpack. You just laughed.

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omnomsauruswrites · 4 years

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Catsuit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve wants to draw you and you want to play.

Note: This is completely raw copy. It’s not edited. Have fun.

“Behave.”

You glared. You had been sitting for an hour in your leather catsuit mind you as he drew you. You weren’t a model, but he had insisted on drawing you with your suit half on. You had rolled your eyes at the request, saying he was teasing you. He insisted he wasn’t. He wanted you to model for him, so here you were, sitting on a big armchair, legs spread looking like some Victoria’s Secret model.

“Steeeeeeeve,” you whined.

“Almost done,” he insisted as he smudged a portion of the paper in front of him.

“You said that like an hour ago.”

“And if you behaved, I’d be done,” he replied, clicking his tongue.

You rolled your eyes. You had agreed to the catsuit as long as he took it off after, continuing in the role of fuck buddy. He shook on it and said he’d give you three orgasms.

You watched his eyebrows knit in concentration as he looked from the paper to you. And an idea popped in your head.

You licked your lips at the idea, as you lifted your hand slowly to the zipper of your catsuit, watching him. You slowly lowered it, showing off more skin. “Y/n,” he chastised lowly.

The right side of your lips quirked up before you slipped your hand to squeeze your left breast. “Didn’t you say you wanted to watch?” you asked sweetly.

You watched his eyes grow dark, as you squeezed the soft tissue. You bit your lip, as you switched hands and did it to your right.

“Y/n,” he warned.

Your hand slowly slipped down your stomach, as he watched your movement. “What are you going to do, Captain?”

You followed his eyes, knowing he was looking at your hand and you slowly rubbed your clit. “Are you going to punish me?” you asked, circling the knub.

He licked his lips and pushed his easel aside, giving you a come hither with his left hand. You stood and walked slowly towards him before standing right in front of him. His large, callous hands slipped under the leather and grabbed your ass, pushing you forward. His tongue licked your stomach and you moaned, throwing your head back.

He began pushing the catsuit off your shoulders, leaving it half off as both hands cupped your breasts. You mewled at the sensation. “Oh fuck me,” you whispered.

“We’ll get to that,” he assured. “But first bad girls are punished.”

He stood up, towering over your form despite the heels. He left the catsuit fall off your hips before slipping his hand down your front, slowly copying your early movements. “You’re wet, baby. Were you thinking about fucking me?”

You moaned at his touch.

“Were you thinking about my cock, as you sat there?” he continued.

“Steve…” you whispered.

“Tell me, baby girl. How were you thinking of me fucking you?”

He slowly circled your clit and the question completely left your brain. Your body was buzzing and your toes curled, his light touch was going to set you off.

“Answer me,” he insisted, before assaulting your neck with kisses and bites.

“I uh….” you stopped and moaned when he bit down hard. “I uh.. The Quinjet, us in the back, everybody in the front.”

He groaned into your neck, biting hard before saying, “You like the idea of being caught?”

“I like the idea of fucking you…” you paused, as he licked your pulse point and pushed your panties aside to insert two fingers inside of you. “... I like… the idea of fucking you in the suit.”

He chuckled, “You like the idea of fucking Captain America?”

He curled his fingers against her g-spot and she fell against his hard body. “Fuck.”

“Again, we’ll get there.”

You nodded your head against his shoulder. “Please…” you pleaded, as his fingers pushed and pulled in you, trapped in the leather. “Please…”

“You going to come on my fingers?”

You nodded, fingers gripping his cotton shirt. He added his thumb to the mix and circled your clit. “Oh fuck,” you groaned, bitting his collarbone through the soft material.

“You’re so close, I can feel it,” he praised, continuing the movements. “You going to come on my fingers, baby? You going to come for me?”

You nodded again, feeling the electricity begin in your toes. “Please...Please, Steve….”

“Come for me babygirl. Come on.”

His thumb didn’t stop on your clit and you felt the electricity zip from your toes, screaming and gripping his forearms. He didn’t stop, letting your body convulse continuously against his fingers. “Steve,” you panted.

He kissed the side of your neck, slowing down. “Too much?” You nodded into his shirt and he chucked. “Now how do we get the catsuit off and leave on the heels to fuck you?

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