When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No ma...
Summary: can Steve be honest with himself, with you, and with his best friend?
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, mentions of markings, mentions of biting, bruises, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, manhandling, creampie, cockwarming in public, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.9K
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Steve smiles as he looks over your sleeping body. A warm comfort fills his entire insides up. You look more beautiful now, in this state of sprawled out mess than he has ever seen you. Perfect. No one could ever compare to you. And seeing you like this he takes the time to think about all that had happened between the two of you. Of how he's never spent the time on anyone that he has on you. You've surpassed his every fantasy he's had.
Picking up his phone, he scrolls through his messages. Having to scroll down further than he ever has for this contact before clicking it. His hand hovers over the keyboard a moment. Fingers tapping over the glass, before he erases everything he had just typed. He didn't know what to say.
Laying his phone down he stares at you. Chuckling to himself because even asleep, you knew what you were doing. Turned on your side, and giving him the sweetest sneaky peek of your cunt. Your lips swollen and puffy from the pounding he had been giving you. Glistening in the early morning light, and ready to take him again. You really are his little slut.
Bruises and marks splattered over various parts of your skin. If you didn't show that you did in fact like it, he would hate himself. He's amazed at himself for how many different places his mouth had left their mark on your body. Reddened bruises and even teeth marks. Having to bit you for the amount of pleasure that overwhelmed his body.
He wants to hate himself for causing you any bit of pain or discomfort, and then you sigh in your sleep. Your body stretches out even more, and pushes the blankets down your body. You are a work of art. That little grin that pulls up your mouth. You're, for now, satiated. You had proven to be just as much of a fend as him.
If you were awake, you were filled with him. So now he sits quietly, and hopes you can actually rest. You hadn't gotten used to his size. And he coos at you with every wince when he stretches you open. It's adorable, and he can tell you hate how he goes a bit softer as he's entering you. Steve is a bit of a contradictory roller coaster, but especially during sex.
Steve hears a little tap on his bedroom door, and he pulls the covers back over you. He got the alert that Sam was driving up here, so it wasn't a surprise. "Come in," Steve whispers, and presses his hand on your bum when you stir. He wants you to sleep for a few hours this time. No more naps.
Sam waits in the doorway, watching the two of you. Noting how Steve can't turn away. He rolls his eyes as he leans against the doorframe, "You get it now?"
