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“Let me go!” You squeal in between the giggles escaping your lips, you feel the bearded man shake his head no as he pressed his face against your stomach. His grip on your waist tightens as you half heartedly try to escape. You rake your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you admire your beautiful man for a second. Steve made it very clear that out of everyone in this world, only you had the power to bring him to his knees like this, the vicious mafia king of the Avengers Syndicate. That kind of knowledge made you feel so powerful and so loved at the same time. Because you knew that if you were ever hurt, your Steve Rogers would tear the earth apart just to get to you.
“Steve,” You sing his name softly, your fingers still racked through his hair gently. Steve releases you enough so you could see his beautiful blue eyes through his thick lashes.
“I’ll die if you leave.”
You laugh at the seriousness in his eyes, “Oh well we can’t be having that can we?” You say as you lower your face to his, catching his lips in a sweet kiss. Your lips mould together like matching puzzle pieces, you start to lose yourself in the kiss however, the moment you feel his grip on your waist loosen, you remove your lips from his reluctantly and peck his nose.
Then your hand goes to the door handle.
Before you could turn the knob however, large hands cover your own in protest.
“Steve,” you said, trying to be serious as you stand upright, he hums in acknowledgement before his face returns to your stomach, peppering kisses that make you squirm slightly as his beard tickles your skin.
“I can’t cancel again-”
“Like hell you can’t.” Steve says in between his kisses to your stomach, “you’re my girl, no one would dare to say shit to or about you unless they wanted to piss me off, and no one wants that.”
“I know-” You say as you try to hold back a moan as Steve’s hands begin to wander to your ass and his teeth begin to gently nip at any exposed skin he can find. “But it’s rude to keep cancelling at the last minute-” You suddenly grab a handful of his hair and a low moan as his hands found themselves underneath your skirt and past the barrier of your underwear. His thumb rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves and his middle finger teasing your entrance. Your body betrays you as your hips press against his hand, urging him on, begging practically.
“I’ll let you go next time,” Steve promises in a whispered voice, “I promise but today, today I need you to stay with me. I need you so bad, god I wish you can feel how bad I need you right now sweetheart.” he slowly inserts his long digit into you and already it has you begging for more loving the way he feels in you.
“Need you so bad sweetheart, need you wrapped around me so goddamn bad. Need your pretty eyes looking at me, need your hands running and tugging through my hair, need that pretty voice of yours screaming my name until you can’t anymore.” He says as he inserts his thick index finger, coating it in your slick. He warmed his two fingers in you before finally moving them, curving them just right. Just enough to drive you absolutely insane, your legs shake as you lean the back of your head against the door in defeat.
“Say you need me too sweetheart,” Steve says as he peppers kisses down your stomach, nearing the waistband of your skirt. When you don’t respond his fingers stop and you let out a mixture between a groan and a growl. You look down to him, seeing his blue eyes filled with a familiar glint, one that promises to edge you for hours if you don’t respond.
“I need you Steve,” you say breathless, eyes never wavering from his. “God I need you Steve, need you more than air, please baby.”
“Please, what sweetheart? Use your words.” Steve said as the hand that was previously holding your waist starts to travel to the zipper of your skirt. His mouth once again nipping and peppering kisses against your exposed skin.
“Please,” You moan, “please make a mess of me. Show me how much we need each other, how good we feel together.”
Steve wastes no time before removing his fingers from inside you and unzipping your skirt, before you could even whine about his fingers not being in you. He lowered your skirt to the ground, helping untangle it from your feet before throwing it across the room, to be forgotten until much later. Steve hoisted your legs over his shoulders, his face in the place you need him the most.
You cover your face in embarrassment as his nose pressed against your clothed heat and inhaled deeply.
“God she’s soaked,” He says as his hands slowly find their way to the waistband of your underwear, “it looks like I haven’t been paying enough attention to my girl huh. I’ll make it up to her, I’m gonna eat you out like you're my last meal on earth and then I’ll stuff her so full.” before you even knew it, you heard the tearing of fabric and felt cool air brushing against your heat. You let out a shocked gasp as you see Steve throw the torn fabric in a random direction. Just as you were about to scold him for ruining yet another pair of your panties he dives right in.
His tongue circles around you as his middle and index finger find themselves inside you again. Only this time, Steve sets an almost punishing pace, rapidly curling and sliding his fingers out and slamming them back in. You grip his hair for dear life as your nerves ignite and your breathing becomes labored.
His thick beard only adds to the immense pleasure he’s giving you as you cry out his name. It wasn’t long until the familiar coil began to tighten in your abdomen, pulling tighter and tighter until it burst. You feel Steve’s tongue leave your abused clit alone as remove his fingers from inside you. Instead he quickly replaced it with his tongue, and continued to lick your release, the feeling of him licking and sucking you dry caused you to have another yet smaller orgasm.
When he finally pulled away his beard was completely covered in your slick and release.
“I’ve eaten at five star restaurants and been prepared meals by world famous chefs but this,” he says as he cups your womanhood, “is the best thing I ever tasted in my life. There’s no way in hell my pussy is ever leaving me, I don’t think I can last a week without my girl.” He says as he lowers your legs from his shoulders to under his arms. Steve lifts you as he brings himself off the ground, he carries your figure to your shared bedroom. The heels of your feet digging into the small of his back.
His plump lips travel to your neck as he lowers you to your shared california king bed , leaving open mouthed kisses and occasionally sucking, leaving marks along your neck. Marks that you’re Steve’s best and only girl
Your hands unwind themselves from his hair and travel south, just above where he wants you. You slide them under his shirt and rid him of the offending piece of clothing. You take the time to slowly feel him, all the curves and edges of your beautiful man, personally sculpted out of marble by the gods, surely, because how else could he be any more perfect to you.
You gasp as you feel him enter you, inch by inch. You had been so distracted with admiring him that you hadn’t noticed Steve ridding himself of his boxers.
You feel his hands explore you, travelling from your thighs till they reach your ass, in which he grips it as he pulls you impossibly closer to him still, burying himself in you deeper than before making you release a small moan and whimper underneath your labored breath. Steve releases your ass only to find the buttons of your shirt.
The sound of fabric being torn resounded throughout your home once more.
However, your torn shirt and bra are the least of your concerns as his hands engulf your breasts. Thumbs playing and pinching with your already sensitive nipples, causing you to once again moan at the pleasure making its way through your body.
“That’s right sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” He praises as he finally rolls his hips against yours, his impressive member hitting your sweet spot everytime.
Unadulterated pleasure starts to rocket through you, making you feel dizzy and euphoric.
Steve really did try to go slow, take his time with you, unravel you the way only he knows how. But he needs you so goddamn bad sweetheart, it’s almost physically painful. His rapid thrusts meet yours in tandem. Both of you were moaning and sweaty messes, both of you clinging to the other for dear life.
Your hands find themselves back in his dark blonde hair, Steve hits a certain spot and you tug so hard you’re afraid you might have hurt him. Just as you were about to see if he was alright, you caught the absolute feral look in his lust blown eyes. Next thing you know, you're thanking yourself for stretching this morning as Steve lifts your legs over his shoulders again and demolishes you. You're about folded in half as Steve pounds into you like he has never before. Your hands never leave his hair, tugging and pulling as he keeps hitting that spot so good. It’s not long after that you feel the coil about to snap, clenching him so goddamn tight it’s getting difficult to pull away.
“There you go,” he says, his voice deep and sultry, “come undone for me sweetheart, let me hear you.”
The mixture of his praises and his constant pounding into you, causes the coil in you to snap back with a force that blinds you, you don’t even hear yourself cry out Steve's name as he fucks you softly through your orgasm, soon enough you feel his hands on you tighten as you feel his release coat your walls.
At this point both you and Steve are sweaty and panting. Your hands unwind themselves from his hair as Steve gently sets your legs down from his shoulders and makes his way to the en-suite. You close your eyes, as you are coming down from your high you hear the running of water and the rustling of drawers. You took this time to catch your breath and collect your thoughts.
You didn’t hear Steve come back into the room until you felt a warm wet rag clean up the spent in between your legs.
“You did so well sweetheart,” Steve said as he went to put the wet rag away, before picking you up, neither of you trusting your legs to get you to the tub where he had a bubble bath waiting.
He carried you to the massive tub and gently placed you in it. The warm water relaxes your body even further as Steve joins you from behind. You feel his hands undo the knots in your back all the while whispering praises in your ears. Like how good you were for him, how you only deserve the best. You get so caught up in his praises and sweet kisses he places on your shoulder that when the thought hits you, you bolt upright.
“Oh SHIT what time is it?” You asked panickedly, you went to get up until Steve stopped you.
“I already called ahead and let them know you would be there next time.” Steve assured you, you relax a bit with the assurance that you hadn’t completely stood them up. Until another thought hit you.
“When did you have time to do that?” You asked curiously.
“Before I got on my hands and knees and begged you to stay.”