Infatuated - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers)

Chapter 10 - Name Of The Game

(I'm not sure why but the song above reminds me of the beginning of Y/N and Steve's relationship.)

It was close to eleven o'clock when I finally finished a day of auditions and applications, I would definitely need to check over all my notes before sending waitlist letters.

I change into the leggings and sports bra I keep in my desk and find the ballet slippers I keep for training.

I grab my phone and lightly jog upstairs and unlock Studio C.
I plug my phone in and walk over to the bar attached to the mirror.

I start to stretch, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths as I do so. I stop as my phone rings, I quickly run over, thinking it's Steve.

It was Bucky....finally.

I unplug my phone and quickly answer, "Buck? Why hasn't anyone answered my calls?!"

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. It been crazy."

"I saw the news...was that you guys?" I ask.

"No. It was our rival. Pierce wanted us to lay low for a couple days, Remember our plan starts in December."

"I know...thank you for calling. I have to go. Keep in touch okay?"

"I will." He sighs.

I put my phone down and tilt my head, "Hi Steve." I turn to see him standing in the doorway.

"I know it's late...I'm sorry."

"Don't be...I just finished anyway." I nod.

"Who was that?" He takes his coat off and watches as I plug in my phone.

"Bucky. I was worried cause he hasn't answered my calls. Alright...so you want to see a ballet routine?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He nods.

"Sit. Relax." I point, bending over and playing my music. I stand in the center of the room, I haven't done a solo for someone since I was eighteen. I've always assisted...never danced alone.

I got lost in the music and my dance. I kept my eyes close the entire time, thinking back to when I was a child.  No matter what I did...it was wrong. It was awful. Even if I danced perfectly...I still received a beating from the instructors.

And Pierce did nothing...even helped out from time to time.

I open my eyes as the music stops, finding myself in my finishing pose. Steve stands up and claps, he smiles as I slowly sit down and unlace my slippers. I frown to myself as I throw them off of me, Pierce will always be in my head...telling me how awful I did. Hurting me.

"Y/N?" I flinch as Steve's hand grabs my shoulder. "I've been calling your name for over a minute." He kneels down.

"Sorry...I was just lost." I shake my head.

"Where did you go?" He smiles and pushes my hair behind my ear.

I look up at him and slide my hand across his cheek, "Take me to my office...I need you. I need to feel something....something good."

Steve frowns for a moment, he picks me up and cradles me, carrying me down the stairs as I kiss him. As we get to my office, he tosses me down onto the couch, Steve lays between my legs and kisses down neck, slowly grinding onto me. He kisses me one more time, breaking apart as I take off my sports bra and he takes his shirt off.

He leans back down and kisses on my neck as I unbuckle his pants, I slide my hand down his pants and slowly rub onto his cock. I pull my hand away as he sits up and pulls off my remaining clothes, I lay back with my legs open as he slips off his pants. Steve smiles at me and returns between my legs, he slides his hand down from my boob to his cock, slowly guiding himself into me.

I link my hands under his arms and dig my nails into his shoulders, Steve slowly pumps into me as he kisses my neck. I felt every worry and bad memory slip away with each kiss.

I lightly bite onto his shoulder as he moves faster, he reaches back and pulls my leg up. I slide my hand down his back and onto his ass, pushing him to make him push into me harder. He smirks and sits up, grabbing my hips and slamming into me hard. I grip onto the couch, my mouth open as I moan his name. He bites his lip, staring at my boobs as he pounds into me.

I giggle as he pulls me up to straddle his waist, he sits back against the couch and holds my waist as I move up and down on him. I hold onto his hands as I lean back, moaning as he goes deeper.

Steve tightens his grip and takes control, slamming me down on him. "God...Steve I'm close." I hold onto his shoulders. I lean down and kiss him, squeezing my eyes shut as he moves faster. I keep my forehead pressed against his, crying out as he slams into me one last time. He rocks into me, moaning my name out as he cums.

After awhile Steve and I were laying on my couch in silence, tangled in each other's arms, he softly rubs my side as he stares at the ceiling. I couldn't help but think of my past, still thinking he only wants one thing from me. As much as I enjoy this...I for once wanted more from a man. "What do you want from me?" I whisper.

"What?" He looks down at me.

"What's the name of the game? What do you want? Are we just gonna be fuck buddies...what's the end goal here?" I sit up and and slide over to the end of the couch. "You seem like you care so much."

Steve reaches forward and grabs my hands, "Because I do care. I wanna be more than this...I care about you a lot. Hell your all I think about."

"You...really do care?"

"Who hurt you?" He suddenly asks.

"It doesn't matter...I'm just not good at feelings and relationships...so please be patient with me."

"Of course, sweetheart." He pulls me up to straddle his waist. "I want you to know that I want to be yours...I mean it. I won't hurt you."

"I...I want you to be mine too." I smile.