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stachmousworld · 4 years

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P*$$y fairy P. finale

Pairing: Steve rogers x WOC original character

Tag: Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, virginity loss (blood), oral sex, consensual all the way through.

Part 1

She closed her eyes…

“So, do you remember, now?” Steve asked, still on the armchair.

She swallowed with difficulty.

“Y-ep.”

“What happened then?”

“I lost my virginity to you.”

Steve hummed. “Yep, to me. Then you had to go back to college, and I didn’t see you again, until now. A year later. I had to dig up a little bit and I found out that I’m still the first and only one.”

She grunted annoyed. Who told him that? Was it Julie? No. She didn’t even know she had lost her virginity.

“Don’t pout. I have my ways. I was the only one, right?”

“Yes,” she hissed with snark.

“Good. Because I haven’t slept with anyone since you. Been having a serious case of blue balls and God know I’m not a teenager anymore, so there shouldn’t be a reason why I have to jerk off three times a day.”

“3? At your age?” She asked, suspicious. She didn’t really want to focus on the rest of what he said. She couldn’t think of his balls. His balls that she had in her hand a year ago.

“I fucked you 4 to 5 times last year, you didn’t complain. At the end, you were a babbling mess, not that I was doing better, mind you.”

4 or 5. She barely remembered the first one but the others. Doubts creeped inside her mind.

“Missionary, cowgirl, doggy, spoon, and doggy again, because why not. Your pussy was dripping with my cum. I even second guessed putting a plug in you.”

Ok. She was definitely aroused and way too wet. She cursed her boldness. She should have put a panty. Now her juices were running down her leg.

“Ok. I believe you. Can we go now?” She asked, hastily.

“Why so quick?”

“We are supposed to be at this conference,” she explained as if he was dumb.

“No.” He simply replied.

“Mister Rogers –.”

“Daddy,” he corrected her.

Her mouth fell open.

“You should close it or I’ll put something for you to suck on.”

Her mouth shut in an audible click.

“Mis –.”

Steve tsked disapprovingly. She sighed inwardly.

“Daddy,” she started through gritted teeth. “The conference is starting in a few. If we don’t want to get late, we have to go now.”

There was something in Steve’s smile that didn’t seem right. He patted his lap. She raised an eyebrow. He patted again.

She straightened her back and walked with confidence toward him. He eyed her expectantly.

She sat down on his legs. Steve grabbed her by the waist, turned her and forced to straddle his hips.

“A pretty girl like you, who am I to resist. Plus, I brought a little gift.”

“Why do you always sound ominous?”

“If ominous is making you cum then I’m evil,” he concluded with a smirk.

They stayed in this position for a while. Actually, she almost couldn’t feel her legs. She tried to move but he blocked her moves.

“Do you dream of me? Pounding you like the first time. Making you faint and die a little.” He didn’t let her answer. His hands went lower between them. She heard the unmistakable sound of belt and a zipper. She looked quickly down and tried to get off him. Steve caged her with his arms pressing her chest against his. There again, she couldn’t move. Her cheeks got warm. It reminded her of her second orgasm. How he bent her legs so far and he went so…

The only warning she got was the tip of dick hitting her hole and he slid in with ease. They both moaned. She gripped his shoulders, biting the tendon of his neck.

“Home.” He moaned. “’feels like coming home.” He grabbed her buttcheeks, massaging them. His rough hands spanked her flesh until she yelped. He licked her lobe and bit it. She keened, hands roaming in his luscious hair.

Hungry for his lips, she grabbed his head and kissed him. For the first time she was the one initiating one. Steve let her do whatever she wanted. She was still clumsy but did her best to please him. As a reward he slapped her cheeks and rolled his hips pressing the rest of his dick in.

“Bounce on my dick, baby girl. I want to see those boobs jiggle.”

She started moving and almost lost her stability. It felt so good…his dick felt better than in her dreams. She moved up and down, enjoying the pulsating hardn—

“Daddy!” she screamed as Steve bit her right nipple. He sucked the bead and rolled the other with his finger. She hissed and moaned not knowing where to concentrate. The pain and pleasure brought her to new heights.

“God, you’re still too tight,” Steve grunted. He grabbed her, stood up and walked to the kitchen. She tried to correct him and show him her bedroom, but he kept bouncing her on his dick. She screamed his name.

He slid out and bent her down on the kitchen table. He opened her lips and spit on her hole. Her hole twitched. Steve slapped her cheek and slid right in.

“Such a good girl…” He moaned. “Your hole was made for me.” He slammed in. Her eyes rolled back, she gurgled something resembling his name. She gripped the table and tried to stay stable. Steve chuckled darkly and started pounding her pussy. She bumped her head against the table to refrain her pleasure. It was so…she grunted as he lifted her left leg and placed it on the table. The new angle allowed him to get deeper.

“Fuck…should have fucked you in your dorm…should have fuckin…” He trailed off. Their grunts and moan resonated in the room. His balls slapped violently against her clit pushing her slowly over the edge.

He leaned forward his stroke getting deeper.

“I’m com…” He didn’t finish and bit her shoulder. Her entire body tensed. Her walls spasmed around Steve’s unforgiving dick. She didn’t know how he could be so hard and fast. She gasped and whined as he kept fucking her, stretching her hole so pleasurably.

“So tight…” he moaned. His body stilled. She sighed in relief that he was done. She enjoyed the feeling of fullness and the sticky mess inside her. She rolled her hips loving the friction.

“You really are pussy fairy. Should have known you’d steal my sanity,” he whispered on her back. She felt him smile and chuckled.

“Pussy fairy, huh?”

“Didn’t you listen to Jhene Aiko’s song?”

“You know Jehne Aiko?” She asked, shocked.

“I don’t live under a rock, you know?” He slid out of her and kneeled. “Anyway, I have a little gift for you.”

“Money?” She asked, hopeful.

“Better.”

“Better than mo—”

She gasped as a thick plastic plug slid inside her sore vagina.

“I don’t think it’s better than money,” she mumbled, tired.

“Think about it this way. At least, if you get pregnant, you’d be rich.” He helped her to get on her feet and held her in his arms. Pregnant?

“Do you see me pregnant?” She laughed, awkward.

“You’d be perfect,” he replied sincerely. His eyes bore into hers. The tension from previously turned into something more…intimate. She dropped her gaze and shuffled her feet.

“Thanks,” she replied quietly.

“I…” He cleared his throat. “I know that the situation is kind of weird but I’d…I don’t want you to think I’m using you for sex.”

He caressed her cheek softly.

“I have known you since Julie’s 20th birthday. I know it sounds creepy and I’m almost twice your age, but I’m interested in you. Really, not just your body. The discussion we held, the multiple conferences you accompanied me to and all the other activities where Julie couldn’t suddenly go.” He stopped talking, sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. Realization dawned on them.

“Julie…” she groaned, annoyed. “That’ll explain a lot, actually.”

Steve shook his head in disbelief. “My own daughter…it’s always our family. Always.”

Gathering her confidence, she spluttered. “Me too, you know.”

“Your family did that to you?” He asked, stunned.

“No. I mean I’m also interested in you,” she answered, suddenly shy.

Steve’s face shone. He grabbed her face and kissed her with passion. She responded with as much fervor. Happiness bloomed inside her chest.

A little later.

“So, you are my boyfriend or sugar daddy?” She joked before running away.

Steve stayed silent behind her. She giggled thinking she had won. Until a deep vibration erupted in her vagina. She stumbled and rolled on the floor as the plug vibrated. She clenched her legs and writhed on the floor. Waves of warmth washed over her.

“What did you, sugar?” He said, kneeling next to her head. His grinned was full of mirth.

“S-s-orry.”

Steve tsked. He stood up and unzipped his pants. His throbbing erection popped out. The vibration went higher. She bit her tongue.

Steve waved his dick, eyebrow raised. She rolled onto her knew barely making it. He slowed the plug. She sighed, a little relieved. It wasn’t better. The vibration was constant, and the plug was moving every, time she did. Steve understood her issue and approached until his dick was in her face.

“Last year, I didn’t have the time to cum in your mouth,” he explained, simply as if it was a normal reason to shove his dick in her face, while torturing her with a plug. “The faster you go, the faste –”

He didn’t have to say it twice. She swallowed his dick to the root. Steve grabbed a fist of hair and pressed her closer. She gurgled and contracted her throat around his dick making him moan her name. His grip loosened up.

She bobbed her head loving the thickness in her mouth. The saltiness of his precum and the vein throbbing on her tongue were salivating.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. He grabbed her head and fucked her throat. She closed her eyes enjoying the burn and discomfort.

Above her Steve was grunting, swearing and breathing hard.

“…made to suck…on your knees all the time…”

She barely had a warning before he came in her mouth. She swallowed quickly his load, coughing when a few went the wrong way.

“Good girl.”

Fin.

#steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x woc #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x woc character #black female character #stepdad!steve

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starlightstevie · 3 years

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fics rec / january 2021

And I’m back with another fic rec! There’s some absolute goodies in this month’s rec - I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Happy reading x

(* is smut)

*tale as old as time (series) by @spacelabrathor Beast!Thor x reader: Thor is a beast, prowling the halls of an empty castle alone, living a life of cold, barren solitude. Villagers visit once yearly to bring him gifts he does not seek, piling valueless trinkets at his gate they feel will keep him appeased. They hate Thor and Thor knows, someday, that they will breach his gates and come for his head. He wonders to himself, often, if he will try to stop them when they do. This year, though, the offering has changed. Thor finds not trinkets at his front gate, but a girl, and then everything begins to change.

COWBOY THOR COWBOY THOR COWBOY THOR by @inthorantine While not officially out yet, I am putting this here because everyone needs to read this! Kait has outdone herself and no, I will not stop talking about this for the next 500 years. Here’s some h/c to keep you going until it comes out! One | Two

*if I love you was a promise by @blueberrythor Thor x reader: Thor doesn’t consider himself a jealous man–there aren’t many who could compare to him, especially among mortals. He hasn’t had much reason to acquaint himself with the feeling. But watching you with Steve, even he isn’t immune to the sharp sting of jealousy.

*The Watching by @opheliadawnwalker3 Thor x reader (some Loki x reader): Reader has been dating Thor for about a year and is celebrating her first Yuletide on Asgard. But she’s unprepared for certain traditions that are expected of her. Or that these traditions also involve Thor and his companions.

*Desperate Measures by @lancsnerd Thor x reader: When an agent is affected by sex pollen and needs assistance, just how helpful will Thor be?

*passionate & burning by @peachyteabuck Thor x reader: You’re busy with working from home, but Thor has other plans for the day.

*my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand by @spacelabrathor Frontier!Thor x reader: Thor makes a home and a life for his family out on the rugged frontier of the Old West. The winters are unforgiving but he keeps them safe and warm. At night, their cabin glows with firelight and the warmth of their company. A small slice of their life together.

*survive the summer and its sequel *hungry for me by @peachyteabuck (Dubcon) Thor x reader: A stranger approaches you on a warm summers day.

*the fluffer (series) by @punani Masterlist 70′s pornstar!Chris Evans x black!reader: It’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. The studio’s are hot, Gemini Flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at Shaggin’ Studios. Chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. Is this all just physical, or is there something more?

*old flannel by @honeysucklesteve Chris x reader: an innocent night of lounging in his old flannel leads to not to innocent touches.

*sunday football by @honeysucklesteve Chris x reader: Chris sits you on his lap as he teaches you all about football.

*grocery run by @honeysucklesteve Chris x reader: Innocently wearing Chris’ shirt leads to you finding out just how much he can’t resist you.

*Captain by @chrissquares Nomad!Steve x reader: You call Steve a name that drives him wild.

*A Birthday Gift by @the-iceni-bitch Nomad!Steve x reader: The nomad crew have been holed up with you for months and tensions are high. Nat, being an unrepentant pot stirrer, decides to arrange a pleasant birthday surprise for you.

*let me come home to you (series) by @evansweaters Masterlist Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader: After years at a dead-end job shouldering everyone’s expectations for you but your own, you’re finally free to be whoever you want, go wherever you want. That is, until a series of unfortunate events strand you in amber’s end, where the sheriff – and notoriously unmated pack alpha – decides to take you in.

*mountainside by @honeysucklesteve Nomad!Steve x reader: Steve needs something to give him a release and you do just that.

*steve needs to relax, good thing you’re here by @honeysucklesteve

*Such a Shame by @angrythingstarlight Steve x reader: You owe him for saving your life, the price is more than you were willing to pay, such a shame you have to force his hand.

*Captain Jealousy by @nony-bear Steve x reader: You and Steve have been keeping your relationship a secret to avoid public backlash for your age difference. However, after watching Steve flirt with a new agent at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, your jealousy and frustration come to a head.

*A Christmas Compromise by @stargazingfangirl18 Ransom x reader: Even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, all you wanted for Christmas was Ransom.

*a man of god by @punani Priest!Ransom x reader: You’ve always been a good girl– attending mass regularly, never been touched by yourself or another, and the way that you dress? a naive innocence radiates off of you. even a man of god can’t help himself, not that he puts any effort into refraining from forbidden fruit.

*Naughty or Nice by @sweeterthanthis Ransom x reader: Getting caught nibbling on forbidden holiday treats.

*her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss by @cloudystevie Ransom x reader: The moment he met you, he knew.

Not My Style by @chrissquares Ransom x reader: With cold weather comes dry lips..

*In Good Hands by @ozarkthedog (Dark) Doctor!Andy Barber x reader: Your usual OBGYN Doctor got called away leaving Dr. Barber to administer your pap exam.

*Drowning by @savior-adriana Andy x reader: You love working as Jacob’s tutor in German. Not necessarily because you love the language or the teen’s attitude, but because it means you get to spend time alone with a certain Andy Barber once a week.

*Something Old, Something New by @sweeterthanthis Stepdad!Bucky x reader: To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.

*Beg for Daddy by @sweeterthanthis Stepdad!Bucky x reader: The thought of your mother passed out next door, the other side of your bedroom wall, did nothing to quell the intense hunger you felt for him.

*it’s the right time to roll to me (series) by @blueberrythor Masterlist Bucky x married!reader: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, you find solace in Bucky.

*about last week by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: You’ve been avoiding Bucky.

*need by @cloudystevie Bucky x reader: You’re horni for Bonky’s metal hand

Season of the Witch by @msmarvelwrites Bucky x reader: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much.

*The Bet (series) by @no-droids Part One | Part Two Poe x reader: There are 3 rules to the bet between you and your x-wing commander: No sex, No touching yourself, No orgasms.

*the shakes by @whistlingwillows Poe x reader: “It’s the Shakes, darling. Makes everything excruciating.” Or, you’re experiencing the terrible side effects of being horny and Poe Dameron knows just how to fix it.

Mornings with Modern!Poe by @okay-hotshot Modern!Poe x reader: You and Poe try to have some alone time while you wait for your morning coffee and tea to brew, only to have your child interrupt you and run away yowling.

frigid by @whirlybirbs Mando x reader: Din doesn’t like the ocean. You’re soaked.

Getting vulnerable with Mando by @cptnbvcks

*men of the bau: kinks by @luciilferss

open road by @gayprentiss Emily Prentiss x JJ Jareau: After retiring from the BAU, JJ and Emily decide to forgo an apartment in favor of an old sprinter van.

*Teacher’s Pet by @imagining-in-the-margins Professor!Reid x reader: There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us. That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.

*Spencer taking you in the library by @spenciebabie

*of terrible coffee and late-night rides by @venusbarnes Hotch x reader: A collection of moments throughout your relationship with one Aaron Hotchner.

*fragrance by @whistlingwillows College!Hotch x reader: Plato said, “The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.”

*bitter end (series) by @whistlingwillows Masterlist Hotch x reader: Author Sarah Dessen wrote, “Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.”

*Beard Kink by @reidsexualwriting Hotch x reader: Hotch with a beard has you feeling all types of ways.

*Lunch break by @arganfics Hotch x reader: You help Hotch relax after a tough day.

*Early Mornings by @mrvltwimagines Hotch x reader: The very rare mornings where you wake up and your boyfriend was still home and in bed were definitely cherished by you.

*Do you like that? Being in control? by @writefasttalkevenfaster Hotch x reader: You decide that Hotch needs a break from being in charge.

*Waking up Hotch with a blowjob by @writefasttalkevenfaster

Taking a day off with Hotch by @ssahoodrathotchner

*eat until your blood sings by @peachyteabuck Tony Stark x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Clint Barton x Thor Odinson x reader: Gangbang with the Avengers.

*Anakin Skywalker has a big dick by @anakinswhore

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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fic compilation - tony stark x reader

Alright, y’all. I’m doing this for my own organization but I thought it would come in handy for you too. If you have a specific kink or character you’d like to see me compile a list of every fic I can find about them, please let me know and I’ll eventually get around to it. For now, here are some fics featuring tony stark as the main character, which I’ll keep updating every monday, per my posting schedule.

Check out my other fic compilations

Last updated: 17.05.2021 - new additions are in bold

Billion Dollar Man, by @angelicthor - featuring sugar daddy!Tony, non-superhero AU, and smut

Hopesick, by @astxrwar - featuring soulmate AU, sex scenes and mental health conditions.

Press Coverage/Less Coverage, by @astxrwar - featuring suggestive dialogue, Justin Hammer and some swearing.

Poor Little Rich Boy, by @buckybarnesplumwhore - featuring yandere behavior, violence and gore.

I Love You, by @buckyssoldat - featuring death, injuries, and sadness

Baby Boy, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring smut, sub!Tony, and pegging

Teddy Bear, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring dd/lg dynamics, fluff, and age regression

The Art of Intimacy, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring smut, crying during sex and body worship.

Little Girls Like You, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring smut, daddy kink, and degradation

Luxury of Loving You, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring college!au, angst, black!reader.

“Protocol” My Ass!!!, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring angst, racial profiling, and slurs.

The Favourite, by @dreamslikeaheartbeat - featuring dark!Tony, allusions to noncon, and stalking.

Keeping Secrets, by @fandomsandxfiles-writes - featuring fluff, secret relationships and make-outs

I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb, by @geekygee01 - featuring striptease, grumpy!Tony and horny!reader.

My Little Girl, by @gotnofucks - featuring dark!Tony, royal AU and noncon

Wide Awake, by @imhereforbvcky - featuring ex!Tony, swearing and shenanigans.

Come to Daddy, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, noncon and blackmail.

Daddy’s Love, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, stepdad!Tony and noncon.

Daddy’s Pet, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, pet names and displeased!Tony

Daddy’s Trap, by @ironlady1993 - featuring sugar daddy!Tony, dark!Tony and noncon.

Dark Soulmates, by @ironlady1993 - featuring soulmates AU, noncon and kidnapping.

Golden Cage, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, noncon and kidnapping.

Like a Good Girl, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, dark!Steve and abuse of authority.

Mine to fuck, by @ironlady1993 - featuring smut, noncon and use of titles.

The Big Three, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Thor, dark!Steve and dark!Tony

The Devil Inside, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Steve, dark!Tony and noncon

The Hunt, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, A/B/O dynamics and Royal AU.

Trapped in a Foreign World, by @ironlady1993 - featuring Superior!Tony, Hydra!Steve Rogers and noncon.

Trapped in the Tower, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, sex slave!reader and noncon.

P.S. I love you, by @ladyeliot - featuring character death, fluff and sadness.

Help From a Friend, by @marvelsbanner - featuring suggestive language, innuendos, and dr!reader

blurb, by @marvelsswansong - featuring fake dating, mean high school friends and protective!Tony

changerooms, by @milaonthemoon - featuring age gap, smut and a knowing Natasha

Aftercare, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring aftercare (duh), smut and overstimulation.

First time, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring smut, love confessions and reassurance.

I married a sex addict, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring wedding night, smut and drabbles.

Make up, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring smut, jealous!reader and ex-lovers sex.

Mirror, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring mirror sex, horny!Tony, and a kind of exhibitionism kink.

Personal Problem, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring silent treatment, and smut, and workplace sexual endeavors.

Setting a score, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring smut, jealous!Reader and kind of dom!Reader too.

Skeaky, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring insatiable!Tony, smut and quickies.

Stubborn, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring fights, smut, and angry sex.

We Were on a Break, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring angst, fluff and swearing

Iron, by @navybrat817 - featuring kidnapping, threats of non-con, and dark!Tony

So proud of you, by @sherrybaby14 - featuring poly!relationship, Steve and threesomes.

Secret, by @sinner-as-saint - featuring Steve Rogers, age gap and threesomes.

Pocketful of Posies, by @strawberrysoup - featuring A/B/O dynamics, noncon and all of the avengers.

Clumsy, by @wadedickpool - featuring clumsy!Reader, sex pollen and therefore, SMUT

Daughter!Reader

Sunshine, by @bigballofstress - featuring songfic, angst, and loving!Tony

Footsteps, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring angst, fluff, and mentions of medication

Ready, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring angst, trigger warnings, and depression

Everything’s not fine, by @lfzyfx - featuring angst, fights and post-infinity war.

Never Again, by @lfzyfx - featuring angst, Thanos and character death.

Sister!Reader

The Protection Pact, by @steves-on-a-plane - featuring protective!Tony, dangerous missions, and sibling rivalry.

If you know of a fic that features Tony Stark x Reader and that isn’t here, please feel free to send it my way! And if any of the links here becomes broken, please let me know.

If you’re one of the writers featured here and you want to change the little summary I wrote, just send me a DM with the three characteristics you’d like to be acknowledged in the listed fic!

#fic compilations #fic compilation #tony stark x reader #tony stark reader #tony stark reader insert #tony stark reader imagine #tony stark imagine #tony stark imagines #tony stark smut #tony stark fluff #tony stark angst #tony stark fanfiction

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buckyforbreakfast · 5 years

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Rome, 3AM || Part Seven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Before he was found in Bucharest, Bucky lived next door to you in Rome trying to evade remnants of Hydra. Every night at 3AM you find Bucky smoking his usual cigarettes and trying his best to flirt. However, as time goes on he becomes more careless about staying hidden.

Warnings: big reveal of who reader’s stepdad is, intense? flashback answers questions, death

Word Count: 2,246

A/N: this one is long and angsty so buckle the heck up, I did warn you that stuff was about to get real and the narrative is slowly unfolding

Your step-dad wasn’t the warmest of people, but he wasn’t that way when he first met your mother. He was kind, treated you both well, never let on his true intentions. He took you to the theatre every weekend, prepared your meals, and that was about where it ended. Looking back, it was easier to see just how small his efforts were to keep the lie afloat.

He let you figure out a little too late that he had used you both. Familial ties was something every high government position looked for, without saying it, and he needed one to become head of Shield. You and your mother were the perfect ruse.

Alex Pierce had tricked your mother and killed her right in front of you when he didn’t need her anymore; when he’d gotten what he needed. You still didn’t know exactly what that was. Of course his job was a big part of it, but he had to have achieved something before getting rid of her completely.

And he did.

Millions were seconds from perishing if it hadn’t been for Steve Rogers nearly two years ago, and you had no idea. You had no idea how big of a role Bucky played in it either. Your Bucky.

He still hadn’t told you about his demons. The Winter Soldier still stuck inside his mind.

If he knew how long you’d been acquainted with him he might. If he knew you listened to his screams for months on end. If he knew you had minute long conversations between cell walls. If he knew he’d played a part in your capture and if he knew he was the one who helped you escape.

You remembered the wet cell and how your palms pressed into the concrete floor in the corner farthest from the door. As far as you knew, the Winter Soldier and Bucky were two seperate people.

There was an echoing roar of screams and gunfire in the next rooms over, worming its way into your head. It was one man after another. You had thought it was members of Hydra, opening cells one by one and killing off prisoners. You wondered what became of the man you talked to, the man whose screams ripped his throat apart.

The door to your cell dented, ringing in your ears as someone on the other side actively tried to get it down. Bang. Bang. Bang. And then it stopped. You heard a body hit the floor with a thud and someone else kick the limp person aside.

With one pull, a man in all black ripped the door from its hinges, tossing it aside as if it weighed nothing.

He wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face, hair hanging in his eyes that hadn’t been properly managed in quite some time. His whole abdomen was strapped down in black leather, belts, holsters, and straps meant for weaponry 一 of which he had none. It was Hydra’s weapon, the one Pierce spoke so intimately of. The Winter Soldier was rogue.

Almost.

The machine marched toward your cowering frame and lifted you, placing a gloved hand on your back and ushering you down the hall. Every light hanging from the ceiling was flickering, and raining down with sparks. His jacket was placed over your shoulders and you never looked back, missing the one detail you’d recognize him by. You ran down the bloody hallway, never knowing the Soldier had a metal arm.

He had saved you. Released you from four months of imprisonment.

Shards of glass screamed on the bottom of your feet, crunching further with your pace, not caring to watch for them, just fighting to get out.

Up a flight of stairs, you could see sunlight. As you pushed through the doors, the last thing you heard echoed through the building, “Longing… Rusted...”

Your back pressed into the brick two houses away from the one where you had lived. Hesitant that someone might be inside, you calmed your hurried breathing and clutched the Soldier’s jacket around you. The spare key was still behind a loose brick and the door creaked open.

No one was home.

You grabbed your duffel bag of money and dresses out from under your bed and threw a suitcase on the duvet. Haphazardly, you took clothes off of hangers and gave yourself a few things to wear. The clothes you’d been wearing for months were discarded onto the floor and exchanged for cleaner, warmer ones. You put the huge jacket the man had given you back on and picked up a backpack.

Searching the apartment with red eyes, you grabbed a passport and lingered in the space for a few moments. Your chest was beating abnormally as you tried to say goodbye to this part of your life 一 the normal part. The suitcase rolled on the wood floor as you made your way to the door. A picture of you and your mother and Pierce. Instead of taking the memory with you, the frame was turned to lie on its face and you walked out into the winter air.

~~~

He couldn’t turn the pedals on his bike fast enough. It wasn’t in the orders to linger longer than delivering the pizza, it wasn’t even in his orders to ask you if you had people coming over.

Zemo had explicitly said to not interfere further than looking inside the apartment and leaving after he was paid. But soon after his recruitment to this guy, he had realized how dangerous it was. Maybe they could help him. You were pretty and nice enough, but the guy with you was unpredictable, especially since Zemo said he had a metal arm.

Bucky would probably kill him faster than the boss could. Either way, the bike couldn’t go as fast as he needed it to.

Panting and pushing his hair from his eyes, the skinny guy let his bike fall down by the steps of his house and locked his door.

~~~

You’d been at the museum since 5AM, despite the scheduled opening time being four hours after that. The Borghese was always busy, but Rome was a very busy place. At least at the end of the week, the staff were always catered.

A co-worker, Stella, was describing to you the new exhibit in the East wing of the building. You were only really half-listening, thinking more about where Bucky might be.

If people were after him, why leave the safety of the apartment? Why follow you? The farmer’s market was a crowded space but you couldn’t decide if it was dangerous or smart for him to hide there all day, waiting for closing time at your work.

You took the pamphlets from the back room and restocked them by the entrance. Without fail, the Borghese always ran out by the end of the day. Tourists grabbed maps and pamphlets for everyone, even their children.

Around midday, a familiar face entered the museum. It was after the fifth two-hour shift that he came in.

With a customer service smile plastered to your face, you directed a school group to the paintings room. The man purposely avoided the wall you stood by, but made sure to look you in the eyes.

It was the sketchy guy that delivered your pizza a few nights ago. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and immediately your heart rate picked up. All you could feel was panic. He could have a weapon. Was he after you?

You took a breath and swallowed your fear, pulling on the ends of your blazer before making your way to Stella. She was about your age and the two of you conversed enough to exchange more than just professional warning, “Canova room. Black, unwashed hair. A few years older than us. Hands in pockets.”

She nodded and the two of you kept your smiles, greeting at the door. After giving an older couple directions to the 15th century sculptures, Stella asked you why you were still on edge.

“I saw him a few nights ago when he delivered pizza to my apartment. He now knows both where I live and where I work,” you whispered.

She passed the word on to a security guard and you took your place back where you stood before, watching, waiting. It wasn’t another fifteen minutes before the security guard returned to the lobby with the delivery guy. It was evident he had been strip searched, eyes down in humiliation and shirt now inside out. His face had turned sickly pale, and when he looked at you his eyes were red and glossy.

There was something more to him, but you couldn’t place why he hadn’t tried anything. The security guard said they found nothing on him and reassured you to continue the shift until closing.

Bucky was waiting on the steps with the setting sun at his feet. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but getting there. He had a baseball cap on and a thick green jacket. “Thought you’d never clock out,” he joked, looking up at you and unclasping his gloved hands to reach for your own.

You curled your fingers in between his and began to walk the few blocks it took to get from the museum to your apartment building. Bucky was grinning and observing your surroundings as you walked in the cool air.

“There’s something wrong,” he suspected and pulled you closer so that your shoulders were touching. He was right. That man from earlier was still bothering you.

“You wouldn’t believe me, I don’t even know if I believe me.”

He stood straighter and stopped, taking both of your hands, “Y/N I need you to tell me.”

If he was outside the museum all day, maybe he knew? You sighed and scoffed at yourself for the incident earlier that day, explaining it to the concerned man before you. When you told him how he looked at you, Bucky’s throat tightened. You thought it was odd for the stranger to almost want to say something to you, but Bucky had yet to make any comment.

“You didn’t see him go inside did you?” you wondered, since the muscle in his jaw had yet to relax. It seemed as if that only enraged him more. You’ve never seen him angry, just a little rude.

The metal plates in his arm audibly shifted with his tension, his fist balling up. Holy shit. Bucky shook his head at your question and finally met your gaze. His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t decipher.

For the first time in a long time, you were unable to read him.

Your hand squeezed as Bucky pulled you in the nearest alley and he backed you up against the brick, glancing over his shoulder once more before looking into you, “I saw him that night. That pizza fuck. He was outside of the apartment at 3AM with his bike. I saw him when I was thieving flowers一”

“Thank you for those, by the way,” you interrupted.

Bucky’s brows shifted as he processed what you said and smiled, “Yes you’re welcome but he was there watching. And it fucking nerves me, kills me that I wasn’t keeping watch of the doors today! It didn’t even cross my mind. Y/N I’m gonna protect you. I’m going to.”

He took your hand and walked a little more briskly on the way home, observing your surroundings more intensely. You felt guilty for some reason like you shouldn’t have told him about that pizza guy. But you can’t keep those things from Bucky.

Bucky was enraged, at himself, at this stalker, at the situation. He had dragged you into this dangerous mess without thinking. He felt guilty. You’d become a target too and it was all on him. He had stopped being so aware and careful. It was probably a sign to leave before things got bad again. That’s how it always happened. Something bad happens and someone finds out his name and he has to pack up and run.

You arrived back at the apartment and took the stairs. When you got to your floor you saw two ashen cigarettes on the top step. Bucky snuck out?

There was too much going on to focus on one thing that you didn’t want to focus on anything at all. He hadn’t said a word since the walk home. It was too beautiful a night to feel this way, for him to feel this way. Lights made orange shadows on all of the buildings and you saw a few bridesmaids by a water fountain. Someone had gotten married.

You looked out at the beauty of it all, the beauty of Rome through the kitchen window. It was dark out now and you heated up dinner for you and Bucky.

He barely ate and followed you into the bedroom when you had finished your dinner. Something was bothering him and you wondered if this pizza guy was one of the “people” he’d spoken of. To ignore the worry and possible issue this could pose, you forced yourself asleep.

The troubled man next to you was almost brought to tears. He looked at your sleeping face and then to his arm. Bucky bit his lip and let out a choked sigh. You didn’t deserve this. He wasn’t supposed to love you.

He flew too close to the sun.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 6 years

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Bonding (Steve Rogers X Stepson!Reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers X Stepson!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warning: None

Request: Hey! Can I request an imagine where reader is the male step son of Steve? He’s like a punk kid who’s in a band like FoB... he really doesnt like Steve at first but as the imagine goes on they start to get along more?

Steve had always imagined getting married, having kids and living the perfect life. However, he realised his life wasn’t exactly perfect when he turned into a super soldier and woke up decades after the war. So he felt so, so lucky to get married, and the fact that his partner had a child from a previous marriage didn’t bother him in the slightest. However, when he eventually met you, he was expecting a small child he could bond easily with and have it be like one of those movies where the kid quickly starts calling him dad. However, he knew immediately that wasn’t the case when he met you.

You weren’t little, in fact you were in those teenage years, one of the hardest times in your life. Steve understood this, so expected a bit of snappy behaviour from you, and it being hard for you to warm up to your step dad, due to many years of it just being you and your parent. That didn’t necessarily mean he understood everything about you.

He was an old soul, used to old jazz, swing music and dancing in pairs. So when he heard rock coming from your bedroom one night, it definitely surprised him. It made him pause and watch for a second when he caught you head banging.

His spouse found it adorable when he told them he wanted to learn about your music taste and interests to try and bond with you more. Sam, Bucky and Natasha, found it hilarious. “Your stepson and you can’t be any more different.” Natasha warned, chuckling. “Okay do you know any songs or bands?” She asked. Steve was lost already.

“U-Um one band… I can’t understand the words clearly, but one song is about an Arms Race?” Steve started. “They also sang about remembering for Centuries?”

“I know the band.” Sam told him. “Fall Out Boy. Good taste to be honest.” Sam nodded, motioning Steve to give him the notepad that he’d brought along purely for this. He wrote down the band name, and some of the songs. He also wrote down bands related to the band, before Bucky took over.

“How come you know these bands but I don’t?” Steve questioned, getting a chuckle from his best friend who looked a little smug.

“Nat’s tactic of locking me and Tony in a room with no weapons to make us bond actually had its perks. He got me listening to some of his favourite songs and in my own time I fell down a hole.” He admitted before handing back the notepad.

It was painful for Steve for the first week. He could only listen to a few songs at a time before he wanted to rip his ears off, but he continued to force himself to listen to these songs until eventually he found a few songs he liked, which surprised him quite a bit. He got up to date on all the band’s progress, and made sure you actually liked the bands he was checking on to make sure he wasn’t following a lost cause.

Your birthday was coming around the corner, and Steve had gone all out. He’d been spending time in your doorway whenever he heard your music blasting, one to see how long it took you to notice him, and two, to take a guess on which band it was. He eventually got it right more and more, but he only showed his actual acknowledgement for your interests on your birthday.

You came downstairs that morning, already draped in black and a band shirt, surprised at the sight of your parent and stepdad waiting for him with a cake and a few presents. “Happy Birthday!” They post proclaimed, motioning you closer. You did so, seeing the cake.

“Where did you find a cake with Fall Out Boy on it?” You asked, looking at your parent.

“Ask him, he got it for you.” Your parent motioned over to Steve, making you look up at him surprised. Steve just smiled warmly till you returned a smaller one. “Anyway! Come on, you’ve got presents to open.” Your parents pushed you towards the pile Steve not far behind.

Your parent had gotten you several shirts, CD’s and other small stuff you wanted, until you came to one, seeing Steve’s name on it. You looked up at Steve, who still had that warm smile on his face, leant on the wall. You unwrapped the small, thin object, finding an envelope, and inside tickets. Your head shot back around to Steve in awe. “Fall Out Boy tickets!?” You practically yelled.

“Yep. Got a discount due to me being… well, me, but they only had two left. You can take whoever you want, whether it be a friend or whatever.” Steve told you, not expecting you to jump up and hug him tightly.

“Thank you so much! This is the best day ever!” You proclaimed. Steve chuckled, taking your shoulders, and gently pulling you away.

“Well I’ve got one more present for you bud, but it was a bit too big to wrap, so it’s in the garage, where it will remain for the time being.” Steve told you, pointing you to the door of the garage. The garage wasn’t really used due to pathway outside being big enough for the cars the house had. You opened the door, freezing at the sight of the full drum set. You eventually moved, rushing over and checking it out, before looking back up at Steve with that face again.

“How did you know? The tickets I could guess since you’ve been listening to some of the music- but how did you know I wanted a drum set?” You asked.

“Well, I do drive you to and from school, and I may be old, but I know when your school finishes, and how long clubs last. I noticed you your desk table in your room with the pens for a beat, and judging by your music obsession, took a guess that you played drums in school. Thought it might be useful to have a set at home to practice on.” Steve explained.

“Congrats honey, you know my son better than me- how did I not know you played the drums? What club are you in?” Your parents asked, making you and your stepdad laugh lightly.

“Actually… I’ve been practicing with some friends recently, and we’ve made a band and everything. We’ve done some covers and we’ve put them on Youtube and we’ve been getting a lot of attention.” You rambled, continuing until you noticed Steve smiling smugly. “…What?” You asked.

“Nothing, just making a mental note to maybe mention you guys to Tony Stark- he’s considering opening his own branch the music industry and I have a good idea he’d want some rock bands on it first…” Steve winked. You smiled, seeming to hesitate for a second.

“Thanks dad.”

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stachmousworld · 4 years

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P*$$y fairy (Hot Smut) P.1

Pairing: Steve rogers x WOC original character

Tag: Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, virginity loss (blood), oral sex, consensual all the way through.

Part 2

“No,” she said categorically.

“Please…pretty please…” Julie begged her best friend.

“No. You are out of your mind. I won’t do it.”

Julie took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to invoke this, but…do you remember the life or death experience from march?”

Her bestfriend sent her a death glare.

“On all the shit you could use this, you chose this one?”

Julie nodded vehemently. She plumped her lower lip and opened her big blue eyes. She knew that her bestfriend wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Argh! Ok! Stop looking at me like that!” She said, throwing her hands in the air. “What I wouldn’t do for my so-called friend.”

Juliet jumped into her arms and thanked her.

“I let you prepare yourself. My stepdad is a little bit nervous. So be prepared.”

She rolled her eyes and gave her best smile. Julie grimaced.

“You won’t fuck it up on purpose, right? Because he really likes you and he loves talking to you about these boring things.”

Her best friend plopped on the couch. She reveled in the compliments. She, also, loved to discuss with Steve. He was as smart as handsome and could debate for hours. If he wasn’t Julie’s stepdad, she’d totally go for him.

“Why would I do that, Julie?” She asked, her voice laying thick on sarcasm.

Julie glared at her.

“I know I should have never asked you to do that,” she muttered, leaving the room

“After tonight, we’re even!” She screamed, cackling like a hyena. “Finally, even,” she repeated in a mutter.

It took her a few minutes to get prepared. She chose a regular outfit. Tight little red dress with short heels. Julie’s stepdad was quite tall, but she didn’t want to have sore feet before the end of the night. She shook her head and patted her wig. She had chosen a burgundy one and had curled the long hair. She looked gorgeous if she did say so herself. She shook her head enjoying the feeling of the silky hair on her back.

It didn’t take long before Julie’s stepdad rang at the door. She took her jacket, her bag and opened the door. Mister Rogers looked…too handsome to be real. He had trimmed his full beard, she remarked, out loud. His entire face relaxed. He let out a chuckle.

“What else have I changed, miss?”

She smiled recognizing the competition.

“Your hair is longer, and you didn’t dye them. You don’t where your contacts today.” He looked briefly shocked. A small smile appeared on his face. “You normally don’t wear anything that “posh” so that’s a win for me. It looks good on you. Dark blue makes your eyes pop more.”

Mister Rogers licked his lip slowly, then smiled again. It’s weird how she could notice more details from him because she was attracted to him. She didn’t want to freak him out, so she’d just focus on the more obvious.

“Can we stay in your apartment just one second?” he asked out of the blue.

She opened her mouth to question him but thought otherwise. She pushed herself out of the way and let him in.

He was standing there, in the middle of her living room, looking out of place. The blue of his suit clashed with the warm colors in her apartment, but he didn’t care. No. He seemed perfectly at in his element.

“Do you need to go to the toil –”

“Shhh” he ordered her softly. “Do you remember Julie’s 21st birthday?”

She unconsciously took a step back as memories flooded her mind. Some parts were hazy and others more like a living fantasy. She didn’t remember taking anything, no alcohol nor drugs, that’s for sure. So, there was no way what happened was real. It had been a vivid, extremely vivid dream.

“Yeah?”

Mister Rogers unbuttoned his vest and laid it on the armchair. He sat down and crossed his leg. He was gazing at her, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you remember what happened between us?”

“Between us?” She repeatedly dumbly.

He nodded patiently. Slowly drumming on his ankle.

“I don’t…what happened?” She preferred asking. It had been a vivid dream. Nothing had been real she reassured herself.

“Julie was having a party downstairs, and everyone was partying, drinking and enjoying their night, right?”

“Hm.” Her breathing grew shallower.

“Yep. I was upstairs in my bedroom, minding my own business when you can in my room. Your face was as red as a beetroot. I thought you were having an allergic reaction.”

She frowned. She had no memories of that.

“I came to you, helped you out. You were stuttering something about an important issue,” he chuckled. “I asked you what that had to do with me…”

Memories came as he talked.

“But you don’t understand, Mister Rogers! I’m going to die a virgin,” she pouted, unashamed. She was high on adrenaline and felt braver than she’d ever think.

Mister Rogers – Steve smiled and shook his head, amused.

“Isn’t that a tad dramatic? Even for you?”

“And what I’m supposed to do?”

Steve moved around the room, tidying as he walked through.

“Finding a boy who’ll love you and make love to you.”

She grimaced and grunted.

“That’s going to take forever. Plus, boys my age don’t know shit about sex. It’s ‘oh a vagina, let me put my dick in it.’ and a few seconds later they cum and you’re still dry as fuck and they don’t care about that because, ‘women should be wet all the time’ or my favorite response ‘It’s not my problem’.” She flopped on his bed and laid there, sighing deeply. “I’m going to die a virgin.”

Steve started laughing surprising her. She raised her head and smiled softly.

“That’s not funny…” She grumbled.

Steve took a look at her and laughed some more.

“Mister Rogers! This is a really serious matter.”

“Ok, ok I stop.” He raised his hands in mock defense. “But you have to understand that for me, a man of the wrong side of 30, it’s kind of hilarious that your main worry in life is losing your virginity.” He made his way toward her and sat next to her. “You have your entire life to get it figured it out. I don’t want you to rush things up. Like you said, boys your age don’t really think about giving.”

She frowned not liking at all the paternal tone. She didn’t want to wait many more years. She wanted to have sex right now. Her eyes grew wide. Right now. Parties were a good way to have sex so Julie said.

“Why do I know you didn’t listen jack shit of what I just said?” He sighed.

“Thank you, mister Rogers! But I gotta go.” She jumped off the bed and quickly made her way to the door.

“Wait!” She stopped. “What are you going to do, exactly?”

She spun around. “Have sex. Parties are known to have horny people. I’m sure I’d find someone to sleep with me. Easy peasy.”

Steve who had been laughing a few minutes ago was dead serious. He looked reprobative and the frown on his face wasn’t reassuring.

“That’s exactly the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“Yeah, and?” She kept glancing behind her as if the horny people would disappear in a minute.

“You will regret it.”

“And?” She pressed him.

“It’s supposed to be –.”

“I’m going to cut you right there, Mister Rogers. I don’t care at this point. I want an orgasm or two. That’s it.”

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is unbelievable. Are you drunk?” She shook her head. “Baked?” Another shook.

Steve stood up. He raised his eyes to the ceiling. “God forgive me.” He looked at his feet, then at her. “I can’t in all fairness let you have some maybe unprotected sex with a knucklehead, who’s going to cum in a few seconds and leave you dry.”

She blushed at his crudity.

“You shouldn’t blush. Those are the words you used.”

She tried to explain herself but failed miserably.

“I’m going to propose something. Instead of sleeping with someone you don’t know, I’ll do it.”

She choked on her saliva. Her nostrils burned as her saliva went through them. She wiped her nose hastily.

“What do you mean by I’ll do it?” She had to make sure she heard it right.

“I’ll fuck you” The blush intensified. Steve smirked mischievously. “I’ll put my erection in your wet vagina. I’ll put my dick in your greedy hole and fill you up quite nicely.”

She shuffled her feet trying to not cross her legs and be obvious. There was an aching between her legs. It was both familiar and yet unfamiliar. She was used to being horny but the emptiness inside of her had never felt so awful.

“You don’t have to be this crude,” she repeated weakly.

Steve walked slowly toward her. His eyes never left hers.

“Why? Do you think those frat boys would be more polite?” He stood a few feet from her. “No. They’d treat you like a whore, manhandle you. And if you find the wrong one, he’ll make sure to tell his friends about your little pussy.” His voice grew deeper. “And I’d have to beat the hell out of these boys.” He approached until her face collided with his broad chest. “But we don’t want that right?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Have you ever seen a dick before?”

The change of subject gave her whiplash.

“No.” He took a few steps backward and sat on the bed legs open.

“Come and work for it, then.”

She walked a little unsure of what to do. Did he want her to suck him or jerk him off?

She kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. First surprise was that he was soft but long. The tip was a pretty pinkish. She rolled her fingers around the shaft and slowly moved. Steve hissed. Her head snapped up.

“Keep going, baby girl. Take your time and do whatever you think could feel good. But no teeth.”

“Oh, and I thought I could bite it off,” she joked.

Before Steve could reply she sucked the tip. Her tongue rolled around the bulbous head, tasting a drop of precum. She hummed, finally relaxing. She swallowed more of his dick, making sure to hide her teeth.

The tip hit the back of the throat. She moaned and kept going past her gag reflex, until she was nuzzled on his pubic. She cleared her throat, making him moaned loudly.

He gripped the sheets next to him. She slowly bobbed her throat enjoying his growing thickness in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as he was fully erected. She couldn’t deepthroat him anymore and mourned the feeling of his hair on her face.

His carnal scent made her dizzy.

With one hand she rolled and squeezed his balls and with the other she jerked him off. She bobbed her head faster, as his groans grew louder.

“God, what a mouth…” he hissed. He placed a hand on her head and fucked her mouth. She closed her eyes, mouth agape, barely breathing. He forced his length inside her throat making her gag. Her eyes watered.

He finally let go of her when she was on the verge to faint. He slapped his wet dick onto her cheeks, avoiding her stretched tongue.

“That’ll be for later. I guess.” He pushed grabbed her and laid her on the bed. She let him do, still not believing she had sucked her bff stepdad. When she came back to herself, Steve had already taken care of his clothes and hers. He was between her legs, caressing the apex of her thighs. She moaned, pushing her hip onto his face.

“I thought you would never come back to yourself.”

“First time sucking a dick, so…” she said, voice a little hoarse.

Steve smiled. “And you did amazing. I would have cum in your mouth, but the night is young.”

She keened at the praise.

“But now you got your fill, I’ll need to prepare you,” he said, before diving in. She almost jerked away when she felt his tongue around her clit. The sensation felt unfamiliar yet so tantalizing.

She dropped back and rolled her hip on his face. Steve pressed her hips on the mattress and ravaged her. His tongue was lapping, circling her clit with extreme precision. He sucked on her clit like a popsicle. Pleasure washed over her rendering her boneless.

Steve moaned around her clit.

“Mister Rogers!” She screamed, as her orgasm approached.

Steve stopped. She whined and tried to push his head back. He laughed patting her hands out. He used his fingers to rub her clit. Briefly. So brief, she wasn’t even sure he did it.

One long finger slid in. She gaped, back arching. He was so deep. Deeper than her fingers could have been.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” He muttered, on the skin of her thigh. He pressed a few kisses. A second finger got in quite easily. Her body went laxed, before tensing. He had crooked his fingers and hit…God…it was so good. She fucked herself on his fingers enjoying their callosity and thickness.

Steve chuckled. “If I had known you were that greedy, I would have started earlier.”

“Tol’ ya,” she gasped.

A third one came in. She tensed feeling a bit too stretched.

“I’m bigger than that baby girl.” He groaned. “I can’t wait to see my dick stretching you out. Just for me.”

He went back to sucking her clit. The sudden onslaught and pleasure rushing through her veins relaxed her. She could hear the watery noise from her pussy. She pressed her legs around his head and pushed him into her. Steve didn’t push her this time and accepted.

Out of the sudden, Steve crooked is fingers making a wince. She was about to tell him when she felt a spark of pleasure erupting from her pussy. She grabbed her chest, dazed. Steve pressed into her sweet spot, hitting it every time.

She couldn’t breath. She couldn’t stay focus.

Her orgasm uncoiled suddenly after a particular brutal thrust. Her entire body spasmed on the bed. She couldn’t help herself but moan, whine and call his name.

It took a few minutes hour or days for she knew to come back to reality. Her body was sensitive and yet, she wasn’t really satiated.

“Here,” he said, bringing a straw to her mouth. She raised her head and sipped. The first one was at least as orgasmic as what had happened. Between sucking Steve’s dick and being fingerfucked within an inch of her life, her throat felt like sandpaper.

“Delicious.” She smacked her lips a few times enjoying the cold water. She sipped some more finishing the glass.

“I know. There is nothing orgasmic than water when you are thirsty.”

She hummed, eyes closed, enjoying being naked on satin sheets.

The bed dipped. Steve opened her legs and laid on her. He pressed some kisses on her face before kissing her mouth. He bit her lower tongue and plunge his tongue inside. He grinded his erection on her slit. Sweet wet noises resonated in the room. She caressed his biceps to his back. She brought her legs around his, pressing them together.

Steve bit her tongue. She groaned.

“Sweet girl,” he complimented her. He rocked his hips against hers. “Saw you a few days ago, in that small shirt with nothing under.” He pinched her right nipple. “All I dreamt of was bending you and fuck you till you call me daddy.” He grazed her jaw with his teeth. “I dream everyday about my sweet baby girl, calling me daddy. And me, you know what I do?” She shook her head completely dazed. “I have your legs on my shoulders, while I pound MY sweet pussy until you try to push me away because it is too much. I make you come every time and you always end up bursting with my cum.”

He licked her lips, thrusting his tongue in. He played with hers in a sloppy kiss. She didn’t even try to fight with him and let him take what he wanted. In a short conscious moment, she realized that she also dreamt of him. And maybe she had tried to attract his intention, but who cared right now.

Steve sat on his haunches. He gripped his flushing erection slapping it on her clit and hole. He pretended to slip it in making her angry. She tried to push him in herself, but he slapped her hand away.

“Patience. I don’t want to rush it.” His tip got caught on the hole. “I wonder if you’ll put some red on my ledger?”

What? She didn’t have the time to ask that he pressed in. She immediately tensed. Steve tsked.

“My tip is barely in, baby girl.” He thrusted out then in. He got a little more in, but she was still tensed. “I thought you said you were ready? If you don’t want, we can still stop. Actually, we can stop even in the middle of it, it’s your choice.”

She blushed with embarrassment. She was ridiculous. It wasn’t supposed to go like that.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s totally normal, that’s your first time. I’d be totally surprised if you’d be wide open, ready to take it like that. Do you want to continue?”

“Yes, please,” she asked, vulnerable. He smiled softly and kissed her forehead. He leaned forward, caging her with his arms.

“Focus on me,” he whispered, diving for kiss. As his tongue played with hers, she felt a pinch inside of her. She unconsciously tensed up. Steve placed a hand on her clit and rubbed it fast. His tongue battled with hers as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her.

She wanted to cry. She felt so full, so good, so stretched. Her eyes rolled back. His dick was so large and hard. She surely could feel him in her heart. God!

“That’s Steve or Daddy for you babe.” He groaned in her ear as pleasure took them both to new heights. “You are so good to me. So tight…I won’t be able to get enough of this.” He kept sliding deeper inside her. Tears ran down her face. How could he go that far inside of her.

“That’s okay, baby girl, I know it is overwhelming. Daddy’s dick fill you up quite nicely, isn’t?”

She cried some more. “So good.”

Steve kissed her nose. “I know. Now, it’s time to see something.” He slid out in a slow motion. He moaned her name and squeezed her hips hard. The emptiness disturbed her. She wanted him back in.

“Oh,” he said.

She raised her head and saw a hint of red around the crown of his dick. She frowned not understanding what was the problem. Steve raised an eyebrow and looked at her with awe. Oh. Realization dawned upon her. Her hymen had broken. Steve surged forward kissing her with renewed passion.

“God, you are mine now. All mine, baby girl.”

He pressed his erection onto her hole and slid right in. She felt a slight discomfort, but the overwhelming pleasure took over. He started thrusting.

“So tight…” He kept murmuring inside her ear. “Will fuck you all night, don’t worry. ‘be so sore tomorrow.”

She barely could breath anymore. His dick hit her sweet spot no matter what. The more she tried to make him slowdown a bit, the less he did.

She finally let go. He stood there above her, beard glistening with sweat and her juice, dark blue eyes peering on her. He slowed for a bit.

She sighed in relief.

“Are you ready, for the grand final?” He whispered huskily.

She raised an eyebrow. The what now?

He chuckled darkly. His thrusts grew faster. She gripped the sheets around her to stay grounded.

“Fuck!” She screamed when his tip hit home. He grabbed her legs, bend them until they hit her chest. She was constricted and could barely move.

“Better like that…” he groaned to himself. “Deeper…hungry hole…”

He pressed harder her legs and started pounding her. It instantly knocked the breath out of her. His dick speared her to the limit and the bulbous head was now slamming against her spot.

She started seeing white spot. She blinked rapidly to stay conscious, but Steve wouldn’t fucking let go.

“Fuck, that pussy so good!” He screamed. His thrusts were now wilder.

She screwed her eyes and grimaced as her orgasm knocked her out. Steve kept thrusting inside her, not even slowing down. He bent to her ears and grunted. “Gonna come…fuck…so tight…”

A few thrusts later and he suddenly stilled inside her. She gasped as his semen coated her walls and automatically rolled her hips, milking him for some more.

She closed her eyes…

“So, do you remember, now?” Steve asked, still on the armchair.

Part 2

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