Avengers Imagines

Ch. 23-Daddy's Girl-Steve Rogers Smut

(Little bit of a businessman AU here. Large age difference and maybe a bit OOC, but hope you enjoy anyways! P.S. This GIF is delicious.)

I uncross and cross my legs for the fifth time in a row, sighing just loud enough to grab his attention. He looks over to me instantly and I bite my lip, letting my eyes travel down his fit, suit-clad body, then back up to his blue eyes again. Smiling at the heat held just in his gaze, I raise my cocktail glass to him before taking a delicate sip. The corner of his mouth turns up slightly before he hurries to answer the question my father just asked him. I take great pleasure in the way he stutters a bit before being able to talk regularly again. 

His name is Steven Rogers and I've had a crush on him since I was sixteen. Unfortunately, he's quite a few years older than I am and my father's business partner. Not to mention his best friend. Tonight is a sort of celebration for him. He brought in a big payday for the company and what better way to celebrate than to drink with your best friend and his family. He's even staying the night since his place is deep in the heart of the city and our house is on the edge. It's perfect. Tonight is going to be the night I fuck Steve Rogers and nothing is going to stop me.

"Hey, sweetheart?" My dad calls for me and I look up from the magazine I'm not paying attention to. "Could you grab the decanter of scotch for me, please?" Nodding, I stand and grab what he wants, not bothering to pull my dress down. I had specifically bought it for tonight. It's maroon, tight, short, and has a cut-out shaped like a triangle from just above my belly button to the middle of my breasts. The back is open except for the two thick straps crossing my skin to keep the cloth on my body. My dad is a very smart man, he's just completely oblivious when it comes to his daughter. I walk over with my eyes locked on Steve, adoring the way his eyes drink up every inch of my body I put on display. "Thank you." My dad says happily when I pour him another double. 

I smile at him and turn to Steve. "Sure, daddy," I tell him, seeing Steve's eyes darken and flit from my lips to my eyes. I look back at my dad. "It's no problem." Just as I'm about to pour Steve gently catches my wrist.

"Actually, I think I'd like to switch to beer instead." He says, slipping the decanter out of my hands. 

He begins to stand, but I place my hand on his shoulder. "I'll get that for you." I move around him and squeeze both his shoulders with my hands, giving my dad a bright smile before I head into the kitchen. My mom is still putting dinner away when I walk in.

"Hey sweetie, you need anything?" She asks kindly, hurrying around in her busy way. 

I shake my head. "No, no, I got it. You know, if you weren't so particular and let me help you, then you'd be done with this by now." I point out as I grab two beers, one for him and one for me. My mom sighs because she knows I'm right and shoos me back into the dining room. I go with a laugh and smile when I see Steve perk up when I come in. I walk over and lean over him to put his beer down in front of him, making sure my breasts lay heavy on his shoulder. 

set it down and pull back, patting his shoulder. "There you go," I tell him and nod at my dad. I drag my hand across Steve's shoulders as I walk back to my chair in the connecting living room. Sitting down, I cross my legs once again and twist the cap off my beer. I let the cap clatter against the small table to my side before looking back at Steve. His eyes are already on me, of course, and I take advantage of every second. Slowly, I lick my lips and raise the bottle to them, taking a swig. When I pull it away, I swipe my tongue around the bottle to catch extra drops that might have escaped. Discreetly, I see Steve's hand go down and arrange himself in his pants. I smirk at him smugly.