Steve Rogers One Shots

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Steve tapped his pen against his bottom lip, his brows furrowed in concentration. His notebook was open on the table in front of him. He always carried a notebook with him. It began when people started giving him suggestions on what he should read, eat, watch or listen. He decided to simplify things by making lists.

With your consent, he created a list of things he wanted to try in bed with you. He had a special notebook for that and usually kept it in the drawer of his bedside table. You shared your kinks with him, hoping it would stimulate his imagination. You were not disappointed, Steven Grant Rogers was a kinky man.

The compound was quiet, the Avengers were either on missions or with their families. Steve stared at the page, trying to make up his mind. He wanted to surprise you.

D/s
Phone Sex
Spanking
Denial
Bondage
Dry Humping
Role Play
Mutual Masturbation
Edging
Dirty Talk

Then he saw it; your phone. It was on the kitchen counter next to him and a crocked smile spread across his lips as he closed his notebook. He pushed his chair back and took your phone when he saw you enter the kitchen.

"Wanda just left with Bucky. They went grocery shopping," you told him, leaning on the counter, a devilish smile of your own. "Wanna do something? And by 'something' I mean me."

"I have something to do first, sweetheart," he replied, placing your phone in your hand. "You left your phone on the table. Be careful, you'll need it soon."

A crease appeared between your brows as you watched him leave the kitchen and enter the corridor that led to the rooms. "What are you talking about? Steve?"

He gave you a cheeky grin and disappeared into his bedroom. You'd recognize that lopsided smirk anywhere. It meant trouble and you couldn't wait. You quickly collected yourself and ran back to your room.

You sat cross-legged on your mattress and waited, your body buzzing with excitement. When your phone vibrated in your hand, you practically squealed. Steve's face appeared on the screen and you swiped to answer the call.

"Hey, pretty girl," he greeted, his voice low and suave. "What're you doing?"

"What are you doing? You're acting all sexy and mysterious."

He laughed. Even his laugh sounded different.

"I can tell you what I'm doin' if that's what you want," he replied, then his voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Do you want to know what I'm doin', pretty girl?"

"Yes," you breathed out, closing your eyes.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly; the sound made you shiver. "I'm lying in bed, shirtless, thinking of you."

You lay down on your bed and adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position, your upper body propped up by a pillow.

"I'm down the hall. You could be shirtless in bed with me right now."

"Soon, pretty girl," he cooed. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." He chuckled low in his chest when you moaned his name.

"You seem to know what you're doing, Cap. Tell me what to do. I'll obey."

"Oh, baby girl, you're in trouble." You both laughed breathlessly, then all you could heard was the thunder of blood in your ears and his ragged breathing. "Open your blouse."

Your free hand flew to the top button, eager to remove your blouse. Steve must have sensed your excitement because he quickly groaned the word 'slowly' into the phone. You brushed your fingers across your breasts and let them dance across your stomach.