I'll Always Love You - A Romanogers Fanfic

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STEVE'S POV

I throw her on the bed, briefly taking in her beauty before I join her.
"Gosh I'm lucky" I sigh when she starts kissing me.
I can feel her smirk on my neck before she unexpectedly bites it, soothing it afterwards by blowing cold air on it.
"Oh shit" I curse when I shiver.

She removes her lips from my neck and looks at me, an annoyingly naughty smile playing on her lips.
"Language Captain" she smirks.
"I'll only curse for you, Love" I say, before I grab her waist and pin her to the bed beneath me.

I hold her arms above her head with one hand, and I get weak when she raises her eyebrow, biting her lip seductively.
"No, My Love don't tease me, you know I can't be nice when you do that" I say, and my breath trembles unintentionally as I speak.
Holy hell that woman.
"I don't want you to be nice" she smirks, and gets one hand out of my grip, pulling my face towards her.

She hums satisfied when our lips lock, and that pleasant sound vibrates through my body, and I need her.
"Sweater off now" I demand, and my hands automatically find the edge of her sweater.
She obeys with a smirk, holding her arms straight above her head, letting me pull the annoyingly thick sweater off her perfect body, revealing...a t-shirt.
"No...why do you wear so much clothes. It's summer!" I whine, but she just smirks at me, and kisses me again.
I bite her bottom lip. I won't let her lips away.

"You don't like this t-shirt, do you?" I ask when I desperately need more than her lips and her tongue in my mouth.
"I actually do" she says, smiling teasingly at me. How can she still keep her cool?
"That wasn't a question" I say, and I rip the fabric, and her chest is exposed. No bra, no top, no nothing.
Sweet heaven.
"I'm going to do everything I know to you" I say determined, and I lower myself, kissing every bit of her skin.
"You-..fuck...you better" she says, her sentence being broken by a moan.

I untie her sweatpants as fast as I can, and I pull them down, and I'm greeted by a perfect pair of panties leaving little to my imagination.

Then again...I don't need to imagine.

I pull them off, and I look at her.
"You're a masterpiece, My Love. You're goddamn perfect" I sigh, before I attack her inner thighs with my lips, and everything I've found out she likes over the course of our relationship, comes rushing back into my mind.

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NATASHA'S POV

My hands are in his hair, my eyes shut tightly as he's going down on me.
It's better than I could ever imagine, and I never thought in a million years that Captain America would go down on anyone, but I was proved the very opposite a few years back.

"Oh my fucking god, Steve!" I moan, and I throw my head back, my back arching off the sheets.
I can't help it.
He's got the dominance right now. And I'm not complaining.

The delicate movements of lips, and his tongue, that feels so fucking good that I get dizzy stops, and I whimper at the loss of pleasure.
"What are you doing? Keep going you idiot!" I exclaim desperately, forcing my head up so I can look at him and judge him for stopping.
"You know, that you only get pleasured if you call me something special" he smirks, and I know what he means. I literally introduced him to the name-calling
I groan annoyed, and roll my eyes at him but he stays where he is.

His mouth is so annoyingly close, and his hands literally on my waist.
"God Rogers, fuck you're annoying" I snarl.
"Rogers isn't it. You're getting close though" he says.
"Yeah I was close, but then you stopped" I shout, and I can see how worked up he gets from how annoyed I am.
"Urgh! Fine! Captain, then...you have a serious power kink, you pervert" I roll my eyes, and let my head fall back again, waiting for him to return with his skilled tongue.
"Soldier does it too" he says, but I cut him off.
"Get back in there right now, or I swear I will kick you in the face, rip out your eyes, cut off your dick and bury you alive!" I yell.
I can't not yell that, because fuck I'm horny.
I can almost hear how proud he smiles before he finally returns to my heat, that fucking bastard. All I want is a fucking orgasm.

"Oh...fuck..." I sigh relieved when he comes to my face for a kiss when I've finished, and he's lapped up everything there was with a pleasured grin.
I push him so he's the one lying down, and I start unbuttoning his jeans with a smirk.

He groans and annoyed when I let them stay on, on purpose not even paying attention to his significantly growing hard on.

Instead I begin unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and teasingly. I know he hates that, so I love it.
"Come on, Love. Don't torture me" he groans and looks at me.
"You did it to me. And call me slut instead" I tease. I know he won't call me that, and I don't want him to, but it's funny because he's such an old man.

He looks absolutely appalled.
"No. No way. I'm not calling you that" he says firmly and crosses his arms.
"Then I won't let you fuck me" I shrug.
"No Natasha, you listen to me. I'm going to fu-..f-..fondue you no matter what, but I can't...oh my lord" he begins but he trails off when I, in a swift move have got his jeans and boxers off and I've lowered myself down on him.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as I start grinding, and he grabs onto my hips, eagerly pushing me further down.
"I'm so...angry...at you. I can't...I can't call you that...that's so...disgusting...I love you...too much" he pants, his cheeks already flustered red, his eyes still closed.
I move myself to more of a laying position, and I whisper in his ear: "then punish me for suggesting it. Fuck me raw" I smile seductively when his opens widely, and he stares at me, trying to hide his desire and act like a gentleman, but he gives up his efforts.
"I never had any plans of doing anything else" he says fast, and flips us over so I'm on the bottom.

Our fingers intertwines above my head, our lips and tongues meet in passion, and he pounds desperately into me, the headboard banging vigorously into the wall, so hard actual pus falls down in my sweaty face.

The room is filled with desperate, suffocated moans, groans, growling and screams, and...well you can say our day started out with a bang...

Heh...😂 I...can't really tell if this is bad, because writing something even remotely close to smut isn't something I've done a lot. But I had so much fun writing this, and it was actually hilarious for me to imagine Steve's horror when Natasha told him to call her...that.

Anyways! I do hope you all enjoyed!
(I won't be doing a chapter like this for a while I don't think, but I guess we'll see)

Stay safe everyone!