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YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steve’s shared bed.
Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldn’t exactly help your cause.
But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan.
Steve took one of Tony’s cameras. The billionaire techy wouldn’t notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengers’ wi-fi wasn’t exactly hackable either.
Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tony’s camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly – another obvious given – you would only go by aliases.
Nomad and Lilac.
They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad.
Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression.
“You ready, Lilac?”
You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steve’s cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steve’s lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands.
“Is this what Peter refers to as ‘breaking the internet’?” Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. “About a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.”
“For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.” You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief.
The comment section was flooded with praise.
user1: look at that pretty little cunt
user2: she takes it like a champ
user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too
user4: he’s basically breaking her and half and she’s just like 🥺 that’s love
user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC
user6: he has the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen no homo
user7: kinda want them to top me??????
user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldn’t decide who to look at that’s bi culture
user9: if my wife cheated on me with him i’d be jealous…of her
user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it
It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didn’t even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand.
Steve’s embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.
“You like when strangers watch me fuck you?” Steve purred in your ear.
You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover.
“I would have never imagined myself doing something like this,” Steve confessed. “You make me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”
No one would know. It was your dirty little secret.
AS TIME PAST, you and Steve’s channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing – no pun intended – up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.
That’s how you found yourself in your current circumstance.
Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steve’s rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengers’ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steve’s hand retreated.
He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.
“Get the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.”
Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way our of the family living room.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. America? Sit down,” Tony snarked.
“Period. Not feeling good.” You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.
Tony’s nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.
“You’re going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.”
He sighed deeply.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steve’s room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didn’t take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.
“They’re gonna love this,” Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.
He angled the lens towards the treasure that lay in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quickly, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breasts were revealed to him, it didn’t take long until he was greedily massaging them in a large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.
“Look at that,” He remarked lowly. “Already soaked me and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”
Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.
“Think you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?”
You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.
“Fuck. You’re such a good girl letting me have you like this,” Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.
Everything was too much – from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.
And yet, things had just gotten started.
The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring you’re his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.
“I fucking love you,” He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. “I. Love. You. So. Much.”
“I love you,” You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. “’M gonna cum…so fucking hard.”
“Do it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you don’t feel good when in reality, you’re too much of a cock slut and just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Do it.” Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.
That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audience’s reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each other’s arms, the hulking blond’s face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.
“I can’t go back out there.” You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.
Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.
“I got you, sugar,” He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.
“Go ahead and upload. I’ll tell them that you don’t feel good and needed a nap, then I’ll be right up.” Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.
You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steve’s computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.
“got fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie night”
After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steve’s spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and America’s gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.
user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.
user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other
user3: KJDHS that’s SO much cum???is that a condition or something???
user4: okay but that’s a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?
user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac 😵💫
user6: i’m this 👌🏼 close to dedicating a fanpage to them
user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.
user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad
The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, the both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.
But then you remembered Steve.
Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadn’t even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone else’s. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your life’s emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.
“CHEERS!” EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.
“Congratulations, Cap!”
Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.
“Thanks, guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.” He lauded.
“Literally, out with the old and in with the new.” Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.
“I can still fire you, Romanoff,” He countered.
The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.
“On a real note, what are you going to do now?” Bruce inquired.
Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.
“I don’t know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I don’t have a plan for my next move and for once it feels…good.”
“Well,” Thor grunted. “You can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.”
Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.
“There you go! That’s my man! Drink up, spangles!” Tony encouraged.
“I’m not getting drunk,” Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. “But…I’ll have this.”
He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.
“To our new beginning.”
“Cheers.”
Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.
“I have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldn’t make a single sound if I were you.”
“…. Did that do something to you too?” Bucky teased.
“Hey, shut your fuckin’ mouth, punk!”
“OH! He curses now!”
The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.
“Women do not watch porn!” Clint yelled. “That sounds fake!”
“Women probably watch more porn than men,” Natasha argued. “Better porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.”
“I only watch women’s porn,” Laura added, her husband’s expression twisting into one of perplexion.
“You only what?”
“Speaking of porn,” Wanda giggled tipsily. “There’s this new couple that I’ve been watching and they’re—” She ended her sentence with the chef’s kiss gesture.
“Who?! I love that homemade shit!” Sam yelled from across the table.
“Their names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,”
You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear of triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.
No one would find out.
“I wanna see.” Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.
Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.
“And that’s our cue to call it a night.” He quickly stated, saving face successfully.
“He loves her so much he doesn’t even want to see another woman get railed.” Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. “That’s so sweet,”
“Good night, everyone,” You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.
“Good night, you two. You know where your room is right?” Pepper questioned politely.
“We’re all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,” Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.
“Steven! They’re fucking watching us!” You panicked quietly.
“I believe the correct way to say that is ‘they’re watching us fuck’—”
“…Are you actually joking with me right now?”
“Sweetheart,” Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasn’t figured it out, the people closest to us definitely won’t.”
Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.
“We can stop if you’re worried. We’ll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.” Steve promised.
You shook your head.
“No, no. I’m sorry. I just got a little shocked. That’s all.” You rushed out.
“Don’t apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I haven’t felt that since Coney Island.”
His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.
“But you know what else I felt?” He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.
You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.
“Desire. Lust.” He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. “I want to see their expressions while they watch us.”
It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steve’s body covered yours.
“Let’s calm you down, pretty girl.”
From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined.
“This one’s my favorite personally.” Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.
“In the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?” Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.
“We would all know if someone did.”
“True. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?”
“Steve and Y/N did.”
No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.
“B-but, he said she was having…lady problems.” Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.
“That sweater does look familiar.” Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.
“I, uh, bought one just like that for her,” Natasha spoke under her breath. “It was a souvenir.”
“Steve Rogers wouldn’t do that stuff, guys! C’mon! That’s Captain America!” Scott blurted out in pure denial.
“Not anymore.” Tony rebutted. “That is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can see—” He pointed to the TV animatedly.
“That’s definitely them. A couple of months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?”
“Check the date of the video in the description.”
Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scott’s hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.
“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think the little shit had it in him.”
“These are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that it’s the—”
Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple of doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.
“Sooooo….how do we look them in the eye now?”