Everything has changed () Steve Rogers X OC ✓

XIX

A/n: Just a reminder that this is a mature story, if you want me to put a * in the on the title for smut please let me know. Enjoy this chapter :)

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"Wow." He said with a smile on his lips. Fireworks were exploding in my stomach as he kissed me again. He slowly pushed me down on the bed, not removing his lips from mine. He pulled away before speaking up. "Can I do more?"

"Do whatever you like."

"Good." He smirked as he leaned down to kiss me again. This time he used his tongue too. His battled mine for dominance, and his one. He started tugging at my shirt with urge. I just nodded into our kiss.

He ripped my t-shirt off my body and threw it on the floor like it was nothing.

"Did you just rip my shirt? You're lucky that it was starting to get old."

"I'll get you a new one. Do you never wear bras?" I giggled as I shook my head.

"Didn't feel like wearing one. It can be a little uncomfortable. Are you complaining though?"

"Definitely not, Veebs."

The top of his finger pressed the mole right under my breast before cupping it with his hand. It fit perfectly, like it was made to fit in there. I decided to even things out, so I lifted his shirt up and forced it over his head.

Oh my fucking God.

His abs are rock hard and bulging. Now I understand why he always wears tight shirts, because who wouldn't want to show off these abs?

Steve chuckled before speaking up. "Do you like what you see?"

"How could I not?"

He chuckled again as he leaned down to kiss me again, and again, and again. He pulled away for air, but kept his eyes on my body. He studied every bump and crease, and mole and sadly, every scar.

I had quite a few, I mean, it's what you get in my line of work. Steve had his fair share of scars on his lower abdomen and under his chest. Everyone who has ever called themself an Avenger has scars, I guess it's the price you have to pay to save lifes.

"You're beautiful, Veebs."

I couldn't help but blush at his comment. An idea popped into my head. I pulled his pants down with his underwear following. His member was as hard as a rock and begging for release. It was also thick and big, bigger than I've ever seen before.

And I've seen all kinds of dicks.

I wrapped my hand around his penis and pumped it a few times, Steve let out all kinds of sounds. It was clear that he was enjoying himself.

"You like it?" All he did was nod. "Well I'm not finished yet." I jumped off the bed, my boobs bouncing as I fell to my knees and lined my mouth up with his cock. Steve moaned as I wrapped my lips around him and started bobbing my head.

His cock barely fit into my mouth, that's so big it is. I let it hit the back of my throat multiple times, which made tears spring into my eyes.

"Vee- Vee. Oh my God, that feels good. That feels really good." I hummed, which made his cock twitch. "I'm gonna- oh my- Vee!" He yelled my name as he came into my mouth. He was panting like he just ran a marathon and had beads of sweat on his forehead.

I licked my lips before sitting down next to him on the bed. "So, am I good at giving blow jobs?"

"The best. Let me- uhh." He looked confused as he tried to fiddle with my shorts.