Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers (Lemon)

  Although he spent sixty six years frozen in ice, his touch was still nothing but warm and comforting to you. A safe haven, a place of pure refuge. And not to mention, a great help to fall asleep at night. You lay with your back pressed against his torso, his arm wrapped around you tight enough to ensure you were safe. With all the rise in danger you developed an anxiety about the safety of you and your lover, despite you being a highly trained professional that worked for S.H.I.E.L.D and could protect yourself. You just didn't want to lose the budding romance with Steve, it was pure bliss. You felt close to losing it when the events in New York happened. Steve protected his home, and those in it. Just like you knew he would.

  Your head was clouded with thoughts and you couldn't get comfortable. You rolled over so that your head lay in contact with Rogers chest, and you closed your eyes to take another attempt at drifting off to sleep. It was five minutes, then it was fifteen, and you didn't feel the least bit of tiredness. Being in his arms almost always worked on you, like a sort of sleeping spell in a way. But tonight you just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. You uncovered yourself before slipping out of your spouses grip, and sneaking away to the living room. You grabbed the remote to the television and clicked it on, you fiddled with the channel button until you found a news channel. You sat with your back straight, and your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the light coming from the electronic.

  But it was just weather reports, item sales and missing dogs. Nothing major, like a part of you hoped it to be. Not that you ever wanted something bad to happen, but this feeling you couldn't shake would've been at least pinpointed if it turned out something horrid had truly happened. You let out a sigh of frustration, although relief strained it as well. Just when you were about to get up and return to bed, you see a shadow from your peripheral vision, and you turn your head quickly as your gaze met Steves. The television dimly lit the rather large living room, and Steve rubbed his eyes that were laced with tiredness. He then began to speak, his voice raspy and low.

  "Can't sleep?" Is all he said. He didn't move from where he was at, still standing in the doorway of the bedroom you both shared. You smiled softly and nodded, forgetting it was custom to speak when spoken to. He raised an eyebrow at this, you were usually so bubbly and talkative around him, and since you showed no signs of tiredness he wondered why you seemed so lifeless. He took this opportunity to walk over to the sofa, and he sat down beside you. His hand found its way to your thigh, and rubbed up and down slowly.

  "Y/n." His hand stopped, nevertheless it stayed placed on your thigh. You looked at him again, this time with no smile. You placed your hand on top of his, before you spoke.

  "I can't shake this feeling— like a superstition that something is going to go wrong, I guess I found myself feeling the need to make sure it was just a feeling." Your voice got low near the last part of your sentence, and Steve brought his other arm to rub circles on your back.

"Hey, I got you. You got me. And if danger comes, you know I'll do everything in my power to protect you from it, Y/n. You know what I'll say when the bad guys try to hurt me," He lets out a low chuckle before you effortlessly speak simultaneously with him.

"I can do this all day." You both shared a wholesome laugh, and you felt the worrying feeling flutter away. Sometimes all you needed was.. Steve. He leaned forward and kissed you on your forehead, then your lips. It was a quick kiss both times, Steve was one for modesty. Definitely didn't like vulgar language. You smiled at him, and your hand cupped the side of his face. You felt lucky to have him, and the feeling was mutual. You reconnected your lips with his, this time going for a bit of a longer kiss, and he didn't pull away. He gently grabbed a hold of your arms and guided you back so your head could rest on the arm of the couch, and he brought your legs up to straddle him as he hovered over you, his lips still on yours.

His kisses moved to the pit of your neck, and he left soft bites and a few hickeys, just for fun. You whined every few bites, the unexpected yet pleasuring sting sending jolts of lightning through your body, this made him smirk. Shortly after he dragged his face down your tight black tank top and stopped at the pair of his plaid boxers you threw on, he didn't mind, he found it cute. He tugged at them, before letting out a soft groan. He took your legs and let them free, he then looked up at you from where he resided, waiting for you to do it. And you did.

  You pulled them off, and he threw them to the floor. He then gripped your thighs and moved them up, your thighs now resting on his shoulders, slightly wrapping around him. You didn't bother throwing on underwear, you figured since it was just the two of you and you were supposed to just go to sleep, it'd be fine. It seemed to benefit you even more, now. He looked up at you from in between your legs, only his eyes and up was visible to you. You then felt his warm, wet tongue collide with your clit, moving in circles. It felt like pure magic, and you gasped, followed by a moan almost instantly. He hummed into your vagina, amplifying the pleasure you received from him. He groaned, before he lowered his face more, his nose now moving in circular motion on your clit, and his tongue quickly flicked up and down your entrance. You moaned even louder, his name melting into the noises you let out.

  "Faster, please Steve." Your voice was shaky, and low. He obeyed to your demand, picking up his pace. You had no idea where he had learned this from, but you had absolutely no complaints. Perhaps it was from Tony accidentally explaining to Steve what pornography was. You smiled at the thought, but any thoughts instantly disintegrated when you felt him insert a finger into your entrance, and you moaned once again. He pumped his finger in and out of you. Again, and again, and again. You whined, and bucked your hips at the pleasure. His tongue had covered every inch of your sensitive area, and now returned to the focus of your clit.

You felt yourself getting close, your legs slightly shaking, as if your body notifying Steve just how good his tongue play was. You moaned loud, and he suddenly inserted another finger, two fingers now thrusting in your vagina. He then removed his tongue, looking up at you with your liquids all over his lower face. His fingers moved faster, his thumb replacing his tongue with the same movements.

  "Nothing bad is going to happen to you, baby. Just let it out. You're doing great. Forget everything else, just me and you." And that's all it took to make you finish, your back arching and your hands digging into the fabric of the couch as you let out a moan. Loud, and lengthy. He smirked, and pumped his fingers a few more times before he pulled them out, before leaning forward. He connected your lips again, as his hand wrapped around your throat, your juices now glistening on your neck. He gripped slightly, just enough to earn one last whine from you. He disconnected your lips again, and he got up to go get a towel.

  You cleaned yourself up best you could, and he placed a towel on the sofa, before he smirked at you.

  "Now, that.." He let out a breathless laugh, before you finished the sentence.

  "I can do all day." You smiled, before softly giggling.