The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

A Bucky Mistake*: Steve Rogers

You sat on your bed, watching the rain drop from your bedroom window that overlooked the picturesque city of New York. Your head snapped toward the hallway when you heard the door slam.

"Y/n." You heard him yell.

"In here, Steve."

Steve Rogers walks into your room, his long hair falling down his face. He was soaked from the rain and his beard was dripping. His face showed an anger you'd never seen before. You stand up and walk over to him. You lightly press your hand up against his chest, feeling his heart pounding. He was absolutely pissed. Steve grabs your wrist and shoves it away from his body.

"What the hell is going on?" You asked, a bit hurt by his actions.

"Oh, don't fucking act stupid Y/n."

You cock an eyebrow at him. Your heart begins to pound as he walks closer to you. You'd never seen Steve this angry before, at least not at you. This was new and scary.

"Steve. What's the deal?"

"You fucking made out with Bucky."

"Steve, it didn't-"

"Shut the fuck up." He said through gritted teeth, taking one more step closer to you, making you stubble back and fall on the bed. "I don't want to hear your excuses."

For the first time tonight, his eyes were locked into yours. The anger you once saw in them faded and was pure lust. He looked so majestic, his wet beard causing water drops to fall upon you.

Steve grabbed your hair, pulling your head back before kissing your neck. Your breath shortens at the sudden tug. He smiles against your skin.

"Bucky couldn't pleasure you the way I do." He claims, moving his hand down your thigh until he reaches the hem of your skirt. "Bucky wouldn't know how to touch you."

He rubs your pussy through your underwear. A small chuckle leaves his mouth at the feeling of you already being soaked.

"And I'm sure he couldn't get you this fucking wet, Sweetheart." He says, pushing your underwear aside and finding your clit. "You're gonna let me use you tonight. You're going to remember how good I make you feel."

Steve tugs at your hair one more time, causing you to gasp. His fingers rubbing circles on your clit. It was true, no one knew your body the way Steve did. He was the only one to put you on cloud nine.

You open your mouth to let out a moan but Steve doesn't let you. He places his tongue in your mouth, pulling you into a kiss. Steve moved his fingers from your clit to your entrance, shoving his finger in you. You arched your back. A small moan escapes your lips.

"That's it baby. Doesn't that feel so good?"

"Ste- Steve. Please."

Steve looks at you. A sinister smirk on his face as he moves his hand from your hair and to your mouth.

"I don't want to hear anything out of the fucking mouth of yours. You understand?"

You shake your head, trying to focus. You clenched around his fingers. Steve watches you. He watches your chest rise and fall. Your eyes close. He knows just how close you are. He removes his finger from you, laughing as you begin to whine at the loss of sensation.

"You really thought I was going to make it easy for you. Ha." He mocks you.

You watch him as he undoes his belt. Then his button. Watching as he lowers his pants and his underwear. He walks closer to you, grabbing your waist and twisting you around.

"Head against the bed. Now." He demanded.

You did as you were told, your ass up in the air and face against the mattress.

"Hands behind your back."

"Steve-"

"Give me your hands Y/n."

You slowly place your hands behind your back. Jumping at his cold hand which grips them and bonds them to his belt.

"Fuck, look at you. Bucky wouldn't even know what to do with you Sweetheart. Is that really what you want?" He says, rubbing your ass.

You hum. Steve laughs at you and begins teasing the head of his dick against your tight entrance.

"If you make a noise, I yank this belt tighter. Understand?"

"Yes."

You feel a sharp slap on your ass, causing you to squeal.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir." You whined.

With no warning, Steve shoves his dick into you. His words left your head. You let out a loud moan. Instantly regretting it. Steve grabs his belt and pulls it.

"What did I say?"

"Sorry Sir."

Steve slaps your ass once more.

"Don't make a fucking noise. You don't deserve it."

Steve thrust into you, over and over again. Each time getting harder. It was taking everything in you not to moan his name. You'd never seen Steve like this. He was always so gentle and loving, but this was everything you'd been missing. All of his anger was being released on you with each forceful, deep thrust.

Steve pulled away from you, only to pound into you once more. Your breath got caught in your throat trying not to scream in pain and pleasure. Steve lets go of his belt and leans down, grabbing your throat. His mouth is now next to your ear.

"Bucky couldn't fuck you like this, Sweetie." He whispers. "He couldn't make you shake like you are. Only me. You're mine."

You close your eyes. Your toes curl as you get closer and closer to your orgasms.

"Say your mine."

"I'm yours."

"Louder." He says, his thrust getting sloppier but still just as powerful."

"I'm yours, Steve." You yell. Your voice is laced with lust.

Moans fell from your mouth like melodies. You were so fucking closed. You'd never been fucked this good in your life.

"Say you're sorry." Steve said, letting go of your neck and leaning up. He grabbed your hips and began to thrust harder and harder.

"I'm sorry." You said, a tear rolling down your face. Your body is mixed with pain and pleasure.

"I don't believe you. No cumming until you convince me."

"I'm sorry. Fuck." You yell, "I'm so fucking sorry Steve."

Steve places his hand on the middle of your back, his thrust powerful and sloppy. He's right on the edge.

"Cum." He says.

You allow your release to take over. Your whole body is numb and you soak his dick with your orgasm. Steve thrust into you a couple more times before pulling out and finishing on your back. You feel your hands release as the sound of Steve's belt hits the floor. Steve disappears out of the room.

"Steve?" You yell.

"I'm right here." He says, with a wet washcloth in his hand. He cleans you and himself.

"Steve, I'm really sorry."

"Get some sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow." He says, kissing your head.