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“I would just like to remind everyone,” Tony Stark began, holding court at the head of the table in the kitchen of Avengers Tower, where Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and members of their SHIELD support team were gathered for dinner. Everyone around the table stopped talking and waited for Tony to go on. He drew out the pause for dramatic effect before finally continuing. “That I was named People’s Sexiest Man Alive long before Rogers was even pulled from the ice.”
“Yeah, but only because Captain Rogers was still in the ice.” The muttered comment was out of your mouth before you could think better of it. You hadn’t been speaking to anyone in particular and, truthfully, you’d expected no one to hear you with how loud and rowdy dinner at Avengers Tower was in your short experience with it. But no one else had responded to Tony’s statement, and your comment tumbled out into the rare quiet moment of the assembled group.
Heat flooded your face instantly when the silence dragged on and you looked up from your meal to see everyone—from your supervisor Maria Hill and Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, to Tony Stark and the rest of your SHIELD team—staring at you. The urge to look down at yourself was strong, like your first instinct was that somehow they were staring at you because you’d gotten food on your post-workout t-shirt and joggers, but you knew better.
Great, you thought, the sarcasm caustic even in your own mind. You hadn’t been on the Avengers’ SHIELD support team for a week and you’d already gotten their attention in the worst way possible—by insulting the most arrogant and temperamental of the six superheroes. Your mouth dropped open, your mind begging you to apologize, to walk back your joke that had clearly offended Tony, if his expression was anything to go by, but then the table erupted in laughter, Thor’s booming louder than all the rest.
Amid the raucous laughter, Tony’s eyes narrowed on you where you sat all the way down at the other end of the long table. “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice cutting through the noise even though he barely raised it. He didn’t wait for your answer, turning to Maria on the other side of the table from you and closer to him. “Hill, what’s this rookie’s name?” Again, he didn’t wait for an answer, waving his hand dismissively at your supervisor. “Never mind, doesn’t matter, she’s fired.” Tony looked you dead in the eye. His sparkled just a bit, but you couldn’t be sure if it was humor or evil glee. “You’re fired.”
Red hot shame flooded your body, your face flushing with embarrassment. As if your body was trying to protect you from the humiliation, your shoulders hunched up around your ears. Always protect your head, you thought, the words from your endless self-defense training running through your mind unprompted. You didn’t even dare to glance at Maria, even though you were pretty sure she was the only one at the table with the power to actually fire you.
“Now hold on, Stark,” Steve said, standing slowly from his seat. He was every bit the seasoned war hero in that moment, authority snapping in his voice.
Your eyes darted to Steve, taking in the tight white t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and the light gray sweatpants he wore slung low on his hips. He had sat on the same side of the table as you and though there were a couple agents between you and him, his big body blocked Tony from your sight. It felt like he was putting himself between you and Iron Man, like he was trying to protect you. That thought melted some of the shame in your chest.
“You can’t fire the girl,” Steve was saying when your refocused on the conversation. “First off, you’re not her boss, Hill is.” Steve gestured to your supervisor across the table from him.
Suddenly, you remembered your briefing for the Avengers Tower assignment—your SHIELD team supported the superheroes, but you didn’t report to them. So none of them could fire you. They could just humiliate you at the dinner table.
“And second, you can’t fire anyone just for making a joke at your expense,” Steve finished, putting his hands on his hips and staring down Tony from where he stood. Steve was the only one willing to stand up to Tony and it made hope—and something else—bloom in your chest at the sight of him doing so on your behalf when he barely knew you existed.
“Yeah, if you did that, none of us would be here,” Clint Barton commented lightly from across the table, using everyone’s focus on Iron Man and Captain America’s standoff to steal some food off Natasha Romanoff’s plate. By the way her eyes flickered at the movement, you knew she was letting him get away with it, not that he was actually able to sneak anything past the former Russian spy.
Tony huffed in exasperation at his teammates. “Fine, but the girl better sleep with one eye open—this is my tower, after all,” he said, too much boastfulness in his tone for his threat to hold much weight. At least, you didn’t think he was serious.
“Sure it is, Tony,” Bruce Banner finally chimed in, not even looking up from what he was reading. The scientist always had his nose stuck in a book or some other research, barely paying attention to what was going on around him—or, at least, appearing not to. But his assurance seemed to soften Tony, who flopped down in his chair and picked up his glass of scotch.
Steve sat down and conversation returned to the topic at hand, the one everyone in Avengers Tower seemed to have been talking about all day: Captain America being named that year’s Sexiest Man Alive by People. Everyone in the tower had been discussing it excitedly; you’d already seen some printed out copies of the photos from his magazine spread tacked up in cubicles on the office levels of the building.
Around the table, the Avengers and your fellow SHIELD agents were debating who else deserved the honor besides Steve and arguing about why this actor or that sports star should’ve been named instead. The only two not joining in on the friendly debate were you and Steve. For his part, the Star-Spangled Man had his head ducked down, a humble smile on his lips as he ate his dinner quietly, while you didn’t want to bring more attention to yourself after offending Tony Stark.
You waited a few minutes, pushing food around your plate to make it seem like you were eating even though your stomach had soured the moment you’d accidentally landed yourself the center of attention. All you could think about was how much you’d messed things up for yourself so quickly. You’d just been assigned to the team the previous Thursday. You’d planned to keep a low profile and impress your super-heroic colleagues with your work ethic. Instead, it was Tuesday—not even a full week since joining the team—and you’d made a fool of yourself. You knew you could be kind of a smartass, but you’d thought you’d reigned it in by that point in your career.
After you were pretty sure no one would correlate you leaving with you being humiliated by Tony, you grabbed your plate and quietly walked to the sink. You rinsed your things as quickly as possible and put them in the dishwasher, thankful no one drew attention to you. When you made it out into the hall, you breathed a sigh of relief.
You were halfway back to your quarters, the knot of self-doubt in your chest easing the further you got from the kitchen, when you heard footsteps catching up with you. Internally, you groaned, but made yourself slow down to let whoever it was catch up with you. You were pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be Captain America.
“Don’t let Stark bother you,” Steve said, falling into step beside you, his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. The way he held himself was unassuming, but managed to show off the way his biceps bulged and strained the sleeves of his white t-shirt. Or perhaps your eyes were just a little too observant in how they were drawn to his muscles. “He’s kind of an ass—especially after he’s had a little too much scotch.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” you muttered becase, apparently, something about the day had rendered you suddenly incapable of filtering your thoughts before they escaped from your mouth. But while you’d frozen at the dinner table, when you were alone with Steve, you had an easier time walking back your sarcastic comment. “Um, I mean, thanks Captain,” you said, swallowing before rambling on. “And thanks for sticking up for me back there, I worked really hard to get this assignment, I’d hate to lose it less than a week after getting placed here.” You knew you were talking too much, but you couldn’t seem to stop. Daring a glance at Steve, you found him watching you with a small smile, but you looked away quickly when you saw the simmering heat in his gaze. “So, yeah, thank you Captain, I really appreciate it.”
He hummed low in his throat, the sound an acknowledgement of your thanks. His arm brushed against yours and you shivered slightly at the feeling of his warm skin against yours, the sensation settling deep in your core. When you glanced up at him again, he caught your eye and you drowned a little bit in the desire hovering just beneath the surface of his blue gaze. “Y’know, I like it when you call me Captain, sweetheart,” he said, a grin curling the edges of his mouth into a sinful expression. As you walked on, he lowered his voice and ducked his head a little like he was going to tell you a secret. “I really like it.”
Heat suffused your entire body, and you were a little ashamed to realize you were getting wet from the way he said those ostensibly innocent words like they were the filthiest dirty talk. “Oh, um, of course, Captain,” you squeaked, not realizing until after the words were out that you’d done exactly what he’d said he liked.
Something about Steve made you want to please him. You weren’t sure if it was the authority he carried himself with, or the steel in his voice when he commanded the attention of a room—or if it was something else distinct to Steve Rogers himself—but you wanted to be good for him. It was so different to how you’d ever felt about anyone else that it left you feeling flustered in his presence.
It had been like that since you’d been introduced to him and the rest of the Avengers on your first day. You’d joined them during a strategy meeting, Maria kicking things off by announcing your arrival before Steve had taken over. Decked out in his red, white and blue suit—only missing the helmet since he wasn’t going into the field that day—he’d gone full Captain America.
Watching him that first day, you’d felt awe, and something else, something that squirmed in your lower belly. When Steve’s eyes had caught yours, his deep, strong voice barking commands, it was like a lightning strike through your body, one that lit a fire in your core that had been glowing ever since. So consumed by the way he’d made you feel, you hadn’t noticed him clocking your reaction and the way he’d smiled to himself as he’d raked his eyes down your body with interest.
“So who do you think it should’ve been?” Steve asked after a few beats of silence, glancing at you as he kept pace, walking beside you through the cool hallway of Avengers Tower. The warmth of his arm so close to yours tickled your skin but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.
With a jolt, you realized you’d been lost in your thoughts about Steve instead of enjoying the time you were getting to spend with him. So you tried to re-enter the conversation, though your execution was inelegant to say the least. “What?” you asked, not understanding his question as you were trying to get your bearings in the conversation.
A small smirk quirked the corner of Steve’s mouth as he looked at you out of the corner of his blue eyes, which were sparkling with humor. “The Sexiest Man Alive,” he explained in a patient tone, graciously not calling you out for spacing out on him. “Who do you think it should’ve been?”
At that exact moment, you realized two things. First, Steve Rogers had noticed that you weren’t participating in the conversation around the dinner table. Even if he hadn’t been watching you too closely (though he had, you just hadn’t noticed), you reasoned with yourself he’d been aware enough of you that he knew you’d never given your answer to the question everyone else had been debating with their whole chests. The fact that you’d caught Captain America’s attention and held it made you feel a little lightheaded, but you didn’t have time to fully process it because the second thing you’d realized was you couldn’t lie to him. Which was why you found yourself blurting out the truth.
“I don’t think it should’ve been anyone else,” you said, your feet slowing to a stop as you reached the door to your quarters. You were glad at least one part of your body seemed to know what it was doing.
Since Steve had his eye on you, he was able to follow your movements, pulling to a stop and turning to face you. He crowded into your personal space, pressing closer until your back was up against the cold metal door. Your breaths quickened as you looked up into his astonishingly handsome face. Sexiest Man Alive indeed, you thought distractedly.
Thankfully your mouth knew better than to say those words out loud, though what came out wasn’t much better. “I think they made the exact right decision to name you Sexiest Man Alive,” you admitted, your voice a breathy whisper. You couldn’t help yourself from tacking on the word Steve really liked at the end of your statement, leaving a beat to let him know it was intentional. “Captain.”
You could barely believe yourself—you were flirting with Captain America. You felt reckless, unbound by gravity, your heart beating with excitement and fear. And that organ in your chest only pounded harder when your flirting seemed to have an effect on the Star-Spangled Man himself.
You watched as Steve’s eyes darkened until they looked like the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. He held your gaze captive as he raised his hands, planting them firmly against the door on either side of you, caging you in. He loomed over you, crowding you even further into the door until you could feel his strong chest brush against yours, the teasing graze making your nipples tighten and heat unfurl in your core. As you stared up at him, your arousal no doubt written plainly on your face, you saw the same desire reflected in Steve’s intense gaze.
“Call me Captain one more time, sweetheart,” he started, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers skating down your spin and pulsing through your core. You clenched your thighs together, squirming under his ravenous gaze to soothe the ache of need, but you only succeeded in soaking your panties. “And I’ll fuck you until it’s the only word left in that pretty little head of yours,” he finished. His words weren’t a threat, but a promise—one you wanted to see him fulfill.
Your insatiable lust was the only explanation for the sultry teasing in your voice as you responded. “Language, Captain,” you said, raising your chin in the barest gesture of defiance. A smirk curled at the edges of your mouth despite your best attempts to hide it.
The ocean color of Steve’s eyes darkened even more and you had the dizzying sensation he was some kind of predator pulling you down into the depths of his desire with him. The slow grin that overtook his face was as feral as a shark’s, making your heart race even faster. “Oh sweetheart, I was hoping you’d be a good girl for me,” he muttered a moment before his lips crashed down on yours.
If you were honest with yourself, you’d expected a first kiss from Captain America to be soft, maybe even chaste, but that wasn’t how your first kiss with Steve went at all. Steve kissed you thoroughly, emphatically, unrelentingly, his lips demanding your submission as they molded to yours, working against your mouth with delicious pressure. When his tongue slid across your lower lip, seeking entrance, you moaned softly and let him in, melting under his rapturous kiss. Wobbling on shaky knees, you leaned harder on the door behind you, your hands fisting in the front of Steve’s t-shirt like you were afraid he’d pull away before you were ready.
While his tongue twined with yours and made you forget about your wobbly knees entirely, Steve’s hands trailed down your body until they found your hips and he pulled you flush against the full, hard length of him. Steve’s bulge pressed against your stomach, thick and hard, and you groaned into his mouth, feeling him twitch through his pants at the sound. With quick movements, Steve reached around to your ass, grabbing a cheek in each of his big palms and hiking you up until your dampening slit was pressed to his stiff length through your clothes. He groaned low and dirty while a gasp caught in your throat.
“Please, Captain,” you begged, writhing against his body as you sought the friction you needed. You rolled your hips, nearly dislodging Steve’s grip on your ass, but he dug his fingers into your soft flesh hard enough to leave his fingerprints stamped on your skin. The thought only drove you wilder. “Please!”
A low growl escaped his lips as Steve dropped rough kisses down your neck, sucking on your pulse point and making you gasp sharply. You could feel his grin against your neck and his breath skate over your skin, raising goose bumps all over you body. “You beg so sweetly,” he murmured, his lips ghosting along the collar of your t-shirt and making you curse yourself for ever wearing clothes. “But you’re gonna have to use your words and tell me what you need.”
You let out a frustrated whine, making Steve chuckle, which in turn had you shivering at the feel of him laughing against you. But he just went back to placing sucking kisses along the side of your throat and you realized you were really going to have to say it. Dredging up the words from the murky depths of your mind, you begged properly. “I need you to fuck me, Captain, please, now,” you forced out in between gasping breaths and soft moans.
Steve hiked your leg up around his waist, grinding his thick bulge into your core in reward for doing as you were told. You arched into him and cried out at the feel of his hardness against your soft core. “Are we close to your quarters?” he asked, his breaths coming faster.
For a moment, you were baffled as to why the super-soldier might be breathing heavily—you hadn’t seen him get anywhere near winded in the short time you’d been at Avengers Tower—until it hit you. Captain America was excited by you. It washed over you that Steve Rogers was just as affected by you as you were by him. Your heart warmed and your core pulsed at the realization that Captain America was so hungry for you that he was breathing faster. A smile tugged at your lips, but then you were gasping as Steve bite lightly at the skin behind your ear, getting your attention.
“We can’t fuck in the hallway, sweetheart—too many cameras,” he said.
You let out a little snort, more an exhalation of breath, as a thought drifted across your mind and before you could pinch your mouth closed, it tumbled out. “Maybe Stark could learn a few things,” you retorted, unable to stop yourself from getting in the dig against Tony. Something about the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist irked you (it probably had something to do with the way he referred to himself as a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist to anyone who would listen).
Steve froze for a second, then dropped his face to your shoulder, his breath warm though the thin fabric of your t-shirt as he chuckled. “Fuck, I like you,” he mumbled, almost like he was talking to himself.
It was your turn to freeze, sucking in a gasp as your heart ricocheted against your chest and your brain pin-balled inside your head. You had no idea how to react to Steve’s words. They seemed weightier than all your banter and dirty talk up to that point.
Steve raised his head slowly, looking down at you with hooded eyes. Even through the haze of desire, you could pick out the sharpness of his gaze as it raked over your face, like he could discern exactly what was making you freeze up just by the dip of your brow or the curve of your mouth. “Do you like me, too, sweetheart?” he asked in a soft voice that still held a thread of the authority he always exuded.
It was the hint of a command in his question and the fact that you were unable to lie to him that finally unfroze you. With wide eyes, you said on an exhale, “Yes, Captain.” You wanted to say more—you wanted to try to put into words the way he made you feel, like you were plummeting through the sky but, with him, you weren’t scared of falling—but the words got stuck in your throat. By the way he reacted, though, it was clear you’d said all you needed to say.
A wild, happy grin unfurled on Steve’s face, desire and joy lighting his blue eyes, like the sunlight cresting the ocean’s waves. “Good,” he said, a punctuation on a conversation that was barely a conversation, but you felt the resolution in his tone shift something in your heart. All of a sudden, you were aware of how steady you felt with Steve’s hands on you and you were already focused on him when he asked his question. “Now, your quarters?”
Reaching behind your back, you fumbled with the doorknob until it gave way. Only Steve’s reflexes and strength prevented you both from toppling through the door and falling to the floor. As it was, Steve used his super-soldier strength to manhandle you through the door, kicking it shut behind him.You stumbled free of his hold and further into the room. When he reached back and locked your door without even looking, all you could think about was how unspeakably hot he was.
Like everyone else in Avengers Tower, you had a living space the size of a rather roomy—by New York City standards—studio apartment on one of the residential floors, complete with a kitchenette and en suit bathroom. Members of the team could take meals in their own quarters, but you’d learned quickly that everyone tended to eat together in the shared kitchen instead.
Your quarters were fairly sparse since you hadn’t had time to decorate just yet. But you’d brought a couple plants with you from home, and picked up some fresh flowers at the bodega down the block to brigthen up the place. Your clothes were strewn about, since you were still unpacking, making you cringe a little at the mess and lack of decor.
Not that it mattered how much decorating you’d done or how much of a mess there was, because Steve didn’t spare a glance around your room. His ocean eyes were focused solely on you. Steve’s hands reached for you like he couldn’t bear to not be touching you for more than a few moments.
You collided with him, a small ‘oof’ leaving your lips as his mouth found yours, Steve swallowing the sound as he kissed you like a man starved. His hands groped your tits over your t-shirt, pinching your nipples until your spine was curving into him. You tore your lips away from him to cry out loudly with the mixture of pleasure and pain that shot straight to your center, which was dripping into your panties.
“Captain, please,” you begged shamelessly, looking up at Steve with desire-drunk eyes. His arm was braced against your lower back, holding your bodies tight together as he pressed into you, pinching and groping your tits while he loomed over you, a wicked smirk on his lips. “Please, I need you to—” You cut off in a gasp because Steve started grinding his bulge against your slit, his hardness pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds.
“I know exactly what you need, sweetheart,” Steve assured you, his lips pressing a kiss against the thrumming pulse in your throat, licking the fluttering point where your neck met your shoulder like he could taste the desire in your blood through your skin. You groaned low in your throat and rolled your hips against him as much as you could in his hold. “You need your Captain to shove his big, fat cock in your sweet little pussy, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin and making you shiver and whine with need. “You need your Captain to fuck you good and rough and so thoroughly all you can do is scream my name, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Captain,” you forced out with a gasp, your leg hiking desperately higher up his side, trying to press his dick harder against your gushing little slit, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, you needed him, more than you could ever remember needing anyone else. “God, yes, Captain, I need your cock, please.” The last word came out on a sob as you begged for everything he had to give you.
The desperation in your plea snapped what was left of Steve’s self-control. With a feral sound, halfway between a growl and a roar, he wrapped his hands around your waist and flung you onto your bed from across the room. You landed softly in the center, stunned for a moment by his show of strength.
“Clothes off, now,” he barked the order, roughness from his arousal the only thing differentiating his voice from the one he used with his fellow Avengers and your SHIELD team. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to yank it over his head as he stalked to the bed.
You gave yourself a short second to revel in the way your clit pulsed when Steve ordered you around, and then you got distracted by the golden expanse of his muscular chest. But at the warning look in his eye, you started moving, tugging your t-shirt and bra over your head in one movement, then pushing your joggers and panties down over your hips. You were fighting to get your pants off your feet when Steve snatched and pulled them off, tossing them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.
For a moment, you both stopped and stared at each other. You admired his broad shoulders and muscular chest, the smooth planes of his pecs that gave way to the ridges of his abs. Your eyes trailed down, down, down, to his adonis belt, which pointed straight down to the thick cock protruding from between two powerful thighs. His cock was a thing of beauty, you thought to yourself, straight and thick, with veins wrapping around its length up to the tip that was already leaking precum. You licked your lips as you stared at Captain America’s cock, wanting to taste him.
A soft rumble sounded inside Steve’s chest, drawing your gaze back up to his face. As you’d been looking your fill of the Star-Spangled Man in all his naked glory, he’d been devouring your body with his eyes. His face was flushed and his eyes were hooded as they trailed over every inch of your exposed skin, like he was committing your curves to memory. He looked at you like he’d never get enough. And when he began moving, kneeling on the edge of the bed and prowling closer, that same intent look on his face, it was like he was entranced by you.
Again, you were struck by the fact that you—little old you—had captivated Captain America. But for once, you didn’t want to let your thoughts drift. You wanted your Captain. But he was moving too slow for you, so you reached for him, your hands cupping his face and hauling him the rest of the way up your body until you could pull him in for a kiss.
With a groan that vibrated through your mouth and down your whole body, Steve settled on top of you. He lay in the cradle of your thighs, his thick length sliding between your wet folds. “Fuck,” he bit out, pulling away from your kiss to look down your bodies at where his cock was framed on either side by your pussy lips. His hips thrust gently, slipping between your swollen, slick flesh and bumping against your clit, drawing a broken moan from deep in your throat. “Feel so fucking good, sweetheart, so warm and wet for your Captain.”
“God, yes,” you mumbled in a breathy voice, your hips rising to meet his little thrusts. Steve sat up on his knees, his thumbs pressing his length deeper between your lower lips. He picked up speed until he was practically fucking your folds. You moaned, your inner walls spasming with the need to be filled. “Please, Captain,” you begged, trying to angle your hips to force him inside your needy channel. The tip of his dick caught in your little hole, but pushed free, and you let out a dirty, ragged groan at being so close but not getting what you wanted.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Steve ordered through heavy breaths, his hips thrusting unrepentantly as he stared down at you with his ocean eyes. “Tell your Captain exactly what you want.”
“Inside,” you said on a gasp. Steve’s cock slid back and forth through your folds, getting slicker with each movement from your gushing hole, bullying your clit and making you jerk at every pleasurable thrust. But it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough, and your core began clenching greedily. “I need you inside me, please Captain, fill me up and fuck me—please,” you begged, sobbing out the last word of your plea.
At your begging, Steve froze, his body taut as he hovered above you, his eyes screwing shut like he was trying to get himself under control. “Good girl,” he rasped, his eyes opening so you could see his pupils blown wide, desire etched into every line of his handsome face. Reaching up, you brushed your fingers over his cheek and he nuzzled into your hand, pressing a kiss against your palm.
Despite his praise, Steve didn’t give you what you asked for, at least not right away. He gripped the base of his dick in a tight fist and smacked the hard tip against your clit, making your full body twitch as you moaned and shivered through the slight sting and the ensuing pleasure. “You’re on birth control,” he huffed out, like he was exerting all his effort on self-control. His words sounded more like a statement than a question, which struck you as odd, especially since he was correct, but then he smacked your clit again and the thought flitted away on a wave of pleasure. “And you’ve been tested recently.”
“Yes, yes,” you confirmed, writhing under him, letting out a loud keening sound like you didn’t have control over your body anymore, you were just nerve endings and neediness. And Steve was the only one who could give you what you needed. He rewarded you by pressing his cock between your folds, his thumbs keeping it in place as he thrust against you one more time. But the niggling question of how he knew about your birth control and recent test wouldn’t leave you alone, and you felt the question spilling forth before you’d even decided to ask it. “How’d you know?”
“I read your file a couple days ago,” Steve admitted without hesitation, catching your eye and letting you see exactly how hungry for you he was. He kneeled before you, your legs tossed over his thick thighs and his cock pressed deep between your folds, coated in your wetness. Though he seemed to have himself under control, you saw the way his chest heaved with the effort it took to hold himself back and let you process his words, every muscle in his arms straining until the veins bulged. A line had formed between Steve’s brows as he watched you, need and a little hint of worry swirling in his ocean gaze.
When the implication of his words—that he’d had his eye on you practically since you’d arrived at Avengers Tower—sunk in, it took your breath away. Steve seemed to be waiting for you to berate him for the breach of your privacy, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to care. You’d known your supervising agent and the rest of the Avengers would have access to your file, just like you had access to files on them. So he wasn’t breaking any rules, but leave it to Steve Rogers to be worried about violating your trust. You didn’t feel violated, though, you only felt desired and wanted enough that he’d tracked down your file and read it.
A soft smile curled the edges of your mouth as you stared up at Steve, reaching up to brush your thumb over the line between his brows, smoothing it away. “Fuck me bare, Captain, please, I want you to,” you told him in a quiet voice, unable to keep the smile off your lips when he returned it with a grin. He bent down to press a quick kiss to your lips, sitting back up and staring down at where your bodies were almost joined.
Oh so slowly, Steve used his thumbs to push the tip of his cock into your tight little hole. Already, he was stretching you more than you’d ever been stretched before and you cried out at the sting of his thick girth splitting you open. But the feeling, the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain, made you greedy. You didn’t want just the tip, you wanted all of Captain America’s dick buried deep inside you. So you bucked your hips, taking another inch of him inside you and moaning loudly at the way he filled you so fucking good.
Steve huffed a laugh, a little bit of strain in the sound, making you feel on top of the world. He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach, preventing you from taking him any deeper. “Getting impatient, sweetheart?” he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl for your Captain?”
Groaning like you were being tortured by Hydra, you nevertheless nodded your head because you did want to be a good girl for your Captain. Steve made you want to be his good girl, and only his. “Yes, Captain,” you forced out with a huff, compelling your body to settle.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s my good girl—lay there and take my cock like a good little fucktoy for your Captain,” Steve murmured, leaning down and brushing a kiss against your cheek as he took his time plunging into you. He moved so slowly, ensuring you felt every single inch of his thick cock as he pressed deep inside your pussy.
It felt like he was pushing the air from your lungs as he slid inside you, his dick so big and the stretch so overwhelming it was all you could focus on, even forgetting to breathe until you were gasping for air. Your hands fisted in Steve’s blond hair as you willed your hips to stay still so you could be Steve’s good girl. When he was fully seated inside your hole, you both breathed a sigh of relief, like you each felt it—the feeling of rightness and perfection at finally, finally being joined on a primal level.
For a few moments, Steve stayed buried inside you while he hovered above you, his eyes unashamedly watching your face with awe in his gaze. He brushed your hair from your sweaty forehead and pressed sweet little kisses to your temple as you adjusted to the feel of him inside you. His cock was big enough that you could already tell you’d be sore the next day, but you were eager to walk around still feeling him in the days to come.
Steve’s lips dragged over your cheeks and down to your neck, murmuring praise in your ear. “You’re being such a good girl for your Captain,” he said, sucking the skin at the base of your throat between his teeth, marking your body as his own. You moaned softly at the feeling, pleasure pulsing down your spine to your clit and making you squirm just a little. “You ready for me to fuck you, sweetheart?” Steve asked, the quirk of a smile in his voice. “Ready to feel my cock pound your sweet little cunt until you’re cumming all over my dick?”
“Yes, Captain—yes, please,” you begged, your hips writhing harder underneath him, trying to prompt him to move. But Steve Rogers only moved when he was good and ready. Thankfully, he’d decided he was ready to give you what you asked so sweetly for.
“So polite, sweetheart,” he murmured, dragging his cock out of your tight pussy until just the tip was inside, then he pushed back inside just as slowly, drawing a frayed moan from your lips. “Nothing like the smartass at dinner, huh?” he asked, running his nose up your cheek until his lips found yours and he kissed you like he was coaxing more moans from your mouth. “Just my sweet, good girl, being so perfect for your Captain.”
“Captain,” you gasped against his lips as he picked up speed, fucking you in hard, sharp thrusts.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, lips grazing over your jaw as he spoke. “I like your smartass jokes, sweetheart,” he assured you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your skin as he fucked you. “But I also like seeing you get all soft and sweet for me when my cock is buried deep in your pussy.” He shoved himself deep inside your hole, punctuating his point when you moaned breathily for him. “You feel so fucking good, so tight and warm and soft for your Captain—but only for your Captain, right sweetheart?” He pulled back far enough to look you in the eye, something greedy and profound churning in the depths of his ocean eyes.
It may have only been your first time with Steve, and maybe the possessive things he said should’ve been a red flag, but they only turned you on more. You wanted to only be his, to be his good girl. So you responded the only way you could—honestly. “Yes, Captain,” you whispered, getting lost in the way Steve overwhelmed you, the way you drowned in his gaze as he fucked you through wave after wave of pleasure. “Only for you, only you get me like this.”
“That’s my good girl,” Steve rasped, rewarding you by fucking you harder. He dug his arms under your back, his hands curling over your shoulders so he could fuck you in long, deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside you that made you moan loudly and uncontrollably. “Call me Captain while I’m fucking you so good.”
“So good, so good,” you babbled, repeating his words back to him as your mind splintered apart. You were completely destroyed by Steve’s cock as he fucked your pussy like he wanted to imprint himself inside your very being. He chuckled, the sound low and sinful as his breath grazed along your neck, ghosting over the hickies he’d left there.
“Mmm,” he hummed happily, pressing his face to yours so you could feel his smile against your cheek. “My pretty little dummy, all braindead on my cock, huh?” he asked, a hint of mocking in his tone that had you clenching down on his cock.
You couldn’t even form words to respond, just made a sound of agreement in between your huffing breaths and gasping moans.
“But you remember how to say one word, don’t you?” Steve asked softly, the tone of his voice at odds with his hard, rough thrusts. “Come on, sweetheart, say it,” he commanded, infusing his voice with a little bit of the steel he used to give official orders.
“Captain,” you said on a gasp. Tension was coiling tighter and tighter inside you, driven by the pleasure Steve was giving you, and you were quickly rushing toward the moment when it would snap. You were certain you’d come apart at the seams, but it would be such a wonderful devastation. “Captain, Captain, Captain,” you chanted, his title the only word your lips remembered.
“That’s right, that’s my good girl, being so fucking good for your Captain,” he praised, picking up his pace, fucking you impossibly harder, using his super-soldier strength and speed to fuck you on the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. “Gonna cum on my cock, dummy?” Steve asked with that mocking lilt. His big cock bottomed out in your pussy with every thrust, the tiny slice of pain that came with every thrust hitting the end of you only mixing with the pleasure and coiling the tension tighter inside you. “Gonna gush all over your Captain’s big, fat cock cause he’s fucking your tight pussy so good, huh?”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled in response, head lolling to the side on the pillows of your bed as you drowned in pleasure, in Steve’s cock, in Captain America himself. The only thought in your brain was, Captain, Captain, Captain. It wasn’t long before you were chanting the word again. “Captain, Captain, Captain.”
“Fuck, fuck, such a little dummy on my cock,” Steve groaned. “You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart.” He reached down between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it hard with no mercy. “Cum all over your Captain’s cock, dummy—be a good girl and cum for your Captain.”
The tension inside you snapped so suddenly you gasped, your lungs greedily drawing in air as your body clenched tight at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. And then you were coming undone, screaming the only word you knew in that moment, “CAPTAIN!” Pleasure rolled through you like an unending electric current, short-circuiting your brain and your body until all the was left was bliss.
Steve fucked you through your orgasm, shoving his cock into your clenching pussy, your spasming inner walls trying to pull him deep inside you and keep him there. The feel of him fucking you only prolonged your pleasure, and you moaned fiercely through it. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, his hair, anything you could cling to.
It wasn’t long before Steve was following you over the edge, rutting into you with a few final, brutal thrusts before his whole body went taut, his fingers digging deep into your collarbones to pull you into him. He came with a roaring groan, the sound half-feral as he shoved his cock deep in your pussy.
You could feel him throb inside your still clenching core, then the warmth of his cum as it flooded your channel. Your pussy throbbed at the feeling of him coating your insides, a soft moan falling from your lips.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his hips stuttering into yours in sloppy thrusts, like he was trying to wring every drop of pleasure from both your orgasms. “Such a good fucking girl for your Captain,” he said softly, his voice hoarse, before finding your lips and giving you a sweet kiss.
Your lips curled into a satisfied smile against his mouth, your fingers threading through his soft blond hair, nails raking over his scalp. He groaned, gathering you up in his arms as he sat up on his knees. For a few moments, you both sat there as you caught your breath, your arms wrapped around each other as you clung together.
Then, Steve stood from the bed, carrying you to your en suit bathroom and setting you gently down on the edge of the sink, carefully pulling his cock from your aching pussy. You groaned quietly at the loss of his big cock in your hole, though you reveled in the deliciously dirty feeling of his cum leaking out of you.
A grin curved Steve’s mouth as he ran his fingers tenderly through the mix of your releases between your thighs and you shivered at the feel of him touching your oversensitive flesh. “Any pain or soreness?” he asked, checking in, that line of concern forming between his brows again.
The satisfied smile still tilting up the edges of your lips, your smoothed your fingers down the line between Steve’s eyebrows, continuing down the ridge of his nose. “A little,” you told him when you pulled your fingers away. “But it was worth it,” you said, your smile widening into a full-blown grin.
The blue of Steve’s eyes darkened just a bit at your words, a mirroring grin spreading across his handsome face. He pressed his slick fingers against your lips. “Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, though there was none of the usual Captain America command in his tone. It was replaced by the filthy implication of his words. “Your Captain wants to make sure you get your dessert.”
Parting your lips, you smiled around Steve’s fingers as he pressed them inside and slid them over your tongue. You groaned softly at the musky taste of you and him combined, then eagerly licked his fingers clean like he’d given you a tasty treat. The whole time, you held his gaze and watched as desire slowly suffused his ocean eyes.
When his fingers were fully clean, you pulled your mouth off with a pop. “Thanks, Captain,” you said with a cheeky little smile.
Desire and affection swirled with something else in Steve’s gaze as he stared down at you. “Careful, sweetheart,” he warned, his voice low and rumbly. Steve grabbed a washcloth and cleaned you up before carrying you back to bed. Once you were settled, entangled together beneath the blankets, he went on. “You keep calling me Captain and I’m liable to keep you.”
“Hmm,” you hummed like you were considering your options. Your head lay on Steve’s chest, his heartbeat sure and steady under your ear. “I can think of worse things, Captain Sexiest Man Alive,” you quipped, unable to stop yourself from making the joke even though you were entirely serious about liking the idea of Steve keeping you. Whatever that meant. You were just happy and satisfied, excited for your burgeoning relationship with Captain America.
Steve pulled you tighter against him, like he never wanted to let you go, and grumbled into your hair, “That’s not my name.” The smile in his voice gave away how much he liked your joke despite his protest. You heard affection in his tone, too, and knew he was just as excited as you were to explore this thing between you.
You grinned, hiding the expression against Steve’s chest, so that when you spoke—because of course you needed to get the last word in—your voice was a little muffled when you said, “Maybe.” Lifting your head, you looked at Steve, letting him see the honesty in your eyes, affection and something deeper in his own gaze. “But you’ll always be the sexiest man alive to me, Captain.”