Pairing: Security Guard!Steve Rogers x Shoplifter!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut. Age Gap, (Steve in 30s & Reader is 19) Choking, Cursing, Deep Throat, Degradation, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Names, (Dumb Whore), Oral, (Steve Receiving), Spanking, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+
Word Count: 1,865
Summary: After getting caught stealing, the security guard threatens to call the cops, but with an exchange of your body, he decides to let you go.
A/N: Security Guard!Steve. I kinda like this one. Hope You Enjoy!
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You walked into the mall, holding your body close.
You were wearing a black jacket, hood on your head while walking the aisles, looking at clothes. You had a bag in your hand as well.
You were about to steal something for your Dad due to his birthday coming up and you having no money. You got fired from your job last month, making it hard for you to get anything.
Your eye caught a nice jacket with a catchphrase from a movie. Specifically, your Dad's favorite movie. You checked your surroundings, looking left and right before shoving the jacket in your bag.
You straightened yourself up, trying to not look so suspicious. With all your looking around, you didn't see a certain middle aged woman staring at you, watching as you took that jacket.
You smoothly walked to the exit, smiling at the fact you were gonna get away with this. Just as you got to the door, the sound of someone yelling behind you, stopped you in your tracks.
"Hey ma'am, excuse me!"
You turned around, only to be met with a security guard. He was big and buff, probably 6 feet tall and muscles almost bulging out his uniform. He had a name tag on his chest, 'Steve' plastered in bold.
You stood there awkwardly, watching as he walked to you. "Ma'am, I've gotten a report that you stole something." Your face turned in fear, an awkward laugh coming from you. "Me? Stealing? I would never!" It seemed Steve didn't believe you because he gave you a suspicious look.
"Well, the report said you shoved a jacket in that bag." He said, pointing to your bag. You looked down at the bag, twirling it in your hand. "Oh this? I got it from home. Save the plastic!" You had a smile on your face, but it didn't trick Steve.
He grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. "I'm gonna have to search you. Imma need you to come to my office." You looked around in fear, catching the eyes of the lady.
If only you could get out his grip and fly over there.
"S-sir, I don't think this is necessary! I didn't steal." Steve ignored you, dragging you to his office.
The room was cold as he shoved you in and locked the door. There was a brown desk in the corner, clothes everywhere, which you assumed was an attempt from stealing.
Steve stared down at you. "Show me the bag." You resisted, putting the bag behind your back. "I didn't steal, why should I show you?" Steve took a deep breath, not wasting time on you.
You let out a surprise squeal when he pinned you against the wall, and forcefully snatched the bag from you. "Hey, you can't do that!" Steve opened the bag and not to his surprise, there was the jacket.
He took it out, showing you with a challenging look. "Didn't steal, huh? I knew you were a lying whore." Your mouth dropped open at the end of his sentence. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but nothing came out.
