Avengers imagines/oneshots

Steve x YN-car sex(S)

word count: 750

summary: Your boyfriend breaks up with you because you spend too much time with Steve. So when you go to him for a shoulder to lean on, you two end up fucking in his car.

Warnings: Smut, car sex, daddy kink, orgasm control

A/n: This is the first smut I've ever had in this book. Let me know if you guys want more or if this was even good. Also, this is based on what my best friend told me ab her and the guy she's talking to. I got bored and she gave me inspiration. Enjoy. 

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"Are you sure you don't wanna go home?" Steve asked, rubbing soft circles on your thighs as you wiped the tears from your eyes. "No. I just-" You paused, taking a deep breath. "I just want to forget." You could see the confused look in Steve's eyes as he peered down at you. You were both sitting in the parking lot of a convenience store, talking about how your boyfriend had broken up with you. He had thought you had been spending too much time with Steve. You hated to admit he was right. But when he accused you of cheating. That was the line. 

At least you two weren't together anymore. 

Slowly, you unbuckled your seatbelt, climbing over the middle console and onto the captain's lap. You unclasped the buckle from his chest, straddling him. 

"I want to forget, Captain." You lowered your head, your lips ghosting over his. "I want to forget with you, Steve." 

You could hear him audibly gasp as you placed your hand on his unclothed dick. Taking your hands, you slid the blue sweater over his head. "Please make me forget."

Steve breathed out a laugh, "Yes, Ma'am." within a second he had slipped his hand between your thighs as he ripped a hole In the crotch of your leggings. You gasped, holding back a moan as he sucked on your neck. You could feel his hands and tongue everywhere. From his lips soothing the new painful hickeys on your skin. To the way, his finger made perfect circles on your clit. You were in pure bliss. And the crescent-shaped marks on his shoulders accounted for it. 

You bit back a moan, "Steve, ple- please."

"What, sweetheart? You want something?" You nodded. 

"Oh yeah? Use your words, pretty girl."

"I want you to fuck me."

"All you had to do was ask." 

Steve slipped his hand out of your panties as his hands gripped onto the sides, ripping the small strings. He gripped the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss as he unbuckled his khakis and slipped them down. "Your so beautiful, sweetheart." He breathed out, pulling away. You couldn't feel him doing anything between you two. And the dim light of the streetlights gave you almost no vision to see. 

"Steve, please just fuck-"

Suddenly he pushed up into you with one thrust, making you moan borderline pornographically. "Oh fuck!" You screamed, digging your nails further into his chest as he bit your lip until a thin line of blood was drawn.  

"Steve."

"What, pretty girl?"

"Fuck me harder."

He smirked, "That's my girl." You could feel the way he pulled out only to slam right back in even harder. Steve pounded into you ruthlessly. Your head was in the crook of his neck, rubbing back and forth as his pace speeded up. 

He gripped your ass, squeezing until you moaned from the pain. "Are you gonna come, sweetheart?" You nodded, moaning out an almost silent, 'mhm.'

"Oh yeah?" Steve slowed down, instantly stopping your building orgasm. He moved his hands to your face, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. "You have to ask daddy to come, pretty girl."

You moaned, "Can I come?"

"Can you come...what?"

"Can I come, daddy..." 

"Are you gonna be a good girl and ask nicely for daddy?"

"Can I come, please, daddy?"

Steve smirked, "Since you asked nicely, sweetheart."

He pulled out, thrusting his hips up once more. With the pleasure from his finger rubbing circles on your clit to the tip of his cock hitting the perfect spot inside you, you came right then and there. Moaning, you stayed upright, feeling the way he fucked you through your orgasm. 

Steve pulled out, spilling his cum onto your stomach. "Fuck, sweetheart."

You let out a laugh, "You're telling me."

The Captain looked up at you, still on his lap. Taking a tissue from the middle console, he wiped himself from your stomach, placing soft kisses on your hands and arms. "You okay?" He peered up at you with worried eyes, which you nodded to. "I'm always okay when I'm with you."

Steve slowly slipped up what was rest of your leggings. Not even caring about your destroyed panties that had fallen on the floor of the car. "I'm sorry about Matthew."

Your brows furrowed, "Who?" Hoping he would take the hint. He didn't. 

"Your boyfriend. Well ex-boyfriend that-"

"Take a hint, Steve." You placed your finger under his chin, tilting his eyes up to meet yours. "It's only you. It has been for a while." 

He smiled, "It's only you, Yn. Always."