Smut: Random x Male!Reader

Nomad! Steve Rogers | His Little Toy

kinks/dynamics:

soft humiliation/degradation
cnc-ish?
safewording
roleplaying

sub!reader

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You knew you were his little fucktoy. With his Captain America morals long gone, all he cared about was your body. You were nothing but a body to fuck for him.

When he joined you in the shower you sighed internally, trying to prepare your still sore body for what's to come. The guy could come four times in a row and still not be satisfied.
Steve stepped in behind you, immediately pressing close to your back, starting to kiss along your neck.
It was too much, you were still too sensitive all over, so you tried to gently pull away. Steve only gripped your throat in return and kept you in place.

"Baby, c'mon", he drawled,"I'll be gentle, promise."

To your surprise he only guided your thighs to be pressed together and pushed you under the stream of hot water to lean against the shower wall.

His cock had already been hard the minute he'd stepped into the shower, jutting out in an angry red.
With one hand he guided his cock up and down your crack, though keeping his promise of not pushing in anymore. His other hand kept your hips in place, keeping you where he wants you to stay.

"Keep 'em tight for me, baby", he said, suddenly so much closer to your ear than you expected.

Using leftover cum as lube he started pushing his cock in the tight space you created for him in between your thighs.

"That's right, baby. You're so good at being a little fucktoy, aren't you? Bet the Avengers haven't even noticed you're gone. You're mine now, mine to fuck and to toy with. You like being used don't you? Worthless whore", his thrusts grew rougher and rougher with each sentence, doing the opposite of what he promised when he tightened his grip on you.
"So good at being an object I can use whenever I want", he grunted with the effort at keeping the pace and roughness up.

You panted pathetically, trying to keep still for him, be good for him, yet-

"Hold still when I use you, not even good enough for a proper fucktoy. You wanna be good for me, don't you? It's your whole purpose after all."

You whimpered, everything was becoming too much.

"Answer me when I ask you something. Do you wanna be good for me?"
Steve gripped your neck tightly, making clear who was in charge.

"I- y-yes- I-", his thrusts had become too much, too rough. The hot spray was starting to burn you, but not in the good way it sometimes does. And his words.. somehow got to you today.

"Steve, Steve-", pawing weakly behind you to make him stop, "Please, I'm sorry, Vibranium. I'm sorry", you choked out, flaming hot with embarassment and shame.

His demanor changed immediately, the iron strong grip gone, instead you found yourself cradled against his chest, away from the hot shower stream, and you let yourself collapse into his arms.

"It's okay", he soothed instantly, "I've got you. You did so well for me. Thank you for safewording, honey. It's okay."
His right hand started to stroke gently over your chest, grounding you.

"I'm gonna get you out of the shower, okay?"

Your noise of agreement was pathetic, barely even audible over the shower, which Steve quickly shut off.

Wrapped up in a fluffy towel and carried to bed Steve asked, "What do you need?"

When you only turned into his chest, trying to hide your face he indulged you and pressed you closer, though heartbreakingly gentle compared to how he handled you in the shower.

"Please tell me what you need, love", he asked again, his beard scratching against your forehead as he speaks.

Your face still burned hot in shame. You've never been good at asking him for things. Especially when it concerned your feelings.

"Tell me.. tell me you love me? How- how good I've been? Please, I need to hear you-", your voice broke and Steve immediately hushed you, careful hands stroking down your back.

"Of course, darling. I love you. I love how good you've been for me. You're always pushing yourself for me and I'm so glad you're comfortable enough to safeword. I know how much it takes for you to do that. You did so well, love. I'm so proud of you", he kissed your forehead, then lifted your face to be able to brush his lips against yours.

"Kiss me?"

Steve grinned softly, blue eyes sparkling.
"I love you so much", and he kissed you, properly this time.

"Hold me for a bit?"

"Drink your water first and then I'll hold you until tomorrow, if you want", he agreed gently. 

"I'm sorry-", you tried to start, but Steve interrupted you.

"None of that. Never apologize for safewording. But we're gonna have to talk about what was too much."

You grumbled, already uncomfortable with the idea of having to talk about feelings and safewords.
"Tomorrow is soon enough, you can rest now, I've got you."