Marvel Character Oneshots

Rain ~ steve rogers x reader

{this story doesn't take place within any particular movie timeline. it is a rainy day in Brooklyn and you're with Steve in his apartment}

You watched Steve as he leaned down to slide the disc into the DVD player, subtly admiring his behind. You bit your lip and blushed, looking away. Clad in his navy checkered pyjamas and a tight-fitting cotton t-shirt, he looked adorable and sexy all at the same time. You tugged at your soft button-up pyjama shirt and cringed at the little stars littering its coverage. It was a childish thing to be wearing, but Steve had insisted it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen - save for you, of course.

The first date the two of you had been on had been filled with shy smiles and hesitant touches. Your heart had been fluttering and leaping the entire evening; the mere sight of the super-soldier's thick jawline, baby blues and shiny, blond hair made you feel like you'd stepped into a fairytale where you were the princess and he was Prince Charming. 

You'd spent the time walking through the streets downtown, eating at his favourite burger place and snuggling - making out, really - in the booth once both of your stomachs were comfortably full. You sucked in a breath, remembering the warm scent of his neck where your head had lain, attempting to find the smell again, but you smelled only the rain from the ajar window. 

Breaking you from your whirlwind of memories, Steve sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You pivoted your legs up and placed them over his, cuddling up under his arm, against his chest. You quickly forgot about the rain.

"You okay there, angel?" He asked softly, stroking your hair.

"Wonderful," you replied warmly, turning up to look at him with a smile. 

His lips turned up and he leaned forward to touch his nose to yours. You moved your head ever so slightly so your skin moved over his, spreading goosebumps down your neck. He breathed out and you smelled it again; that heart-aching, warm, spicy smell that filled you up and caressed every one of your nerves. 

He pushed his nose against your cheek and your lips brushed together, sending a shock through your jaw. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a long breath. He pressed his lips to yours. You felt your stomach lift and your heart clench pleasurably. You reached or his hand and twined your and his fingers together slowly as you kissed him softly.

Steve pulled away for a moment and replaced his lips slightly further up over your mouth; his bottom lip in between both of yours. You felt him suck in a breath through his nose. He detached his lips from yours again to settle them on your jaw, then your neck and later behind your ear. Your heart raced.

You squeezed his hand and he squeezed back, smiling against your neck. You gasped as you felt his tongue flick out and drag across your skin. It sent a spark to your spine and erupted there, spurting a moan from your lips. You used your other hand to hold fast to the back of Steve's head.

"Steve..." you murmured, dazed.

He hummed in response. He continued to set warm, wet kisses over your neck and shoulder. 

"I don't think we should..." you breathed, curling your fingers in his hair.

"I know," he whispered, his breath gushing onto your skin, creating another ripple of goosebumps. "I'm not going further, angel. I just want to kiss you."

You smiled and teasingly muttered, "Lips are up here, bigshot."

He let out a snort, placed one more kiss to the space behind your ear before lifting his head and placing his forehead to yours, his eyes wide and playful.

"Watch the rain with me," he mumbled, holding your hand tight.

You blinked and nodded, biting your lip.

"The DVD player is a bit slow anyway," he chuckled, standing up. 

He never let go of your hand as the two of you made your way through the balcony doors onto the sheltered platform extending from Steve's apartment. You grasped a hold of the rail, feeling the patter of raindrops on your fingers. Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind and leaned down to place more kisses to your neck. You sighed in content.

"You're amazing, Steve," you whispered, turning your head a little to face him. 

He smiled. "Speak for yourself, angel." He kissed your cheek.

"You're also a lot more affectionate than I would have thought."

"You're a great kisser, it helps."

You giggled. "My neck isn't."

"Well, I'm a good kisser too," he protested.

You laughed, giving his arms a squeeze. "Oh, I know."

He pressed his cheek to yours and you looked up at the grey sky. Little water droplets were being shaken from the clouds; falling all around. After a little while you heard Steve sigh and you smiled. He moved to take your hand. He turned it over so your palm was facing him and you frowned.

He brought it to his lips and kissed the inside of your wrist, his eyes closed. 

You slowly turned around. He opened his eyes. You placed your palms on his face. He leaned you against the rail. 

Suddenly, it was as if something had shifted. You felt an overwhelming need to kiss him, consume him. You were spinning, down and down; falling further and further into the depths of Captain America's heart.

And God, you never wanted to stop.

You crashed your lips to his, feeling the urgency of the moment pick up as he kissed you ferociously back. Open-mouthed kisses held the most passion, but not much tenderness. However, it wasn't Steve's endless tenderness you were craving, it was this; this intense, gripping, sensual pleasure that he was drawing on your lips with his tongue. 

"Steve," you gasped, as you felt his hand slip up your shirt. "It's really cold."

He broke into giggles and pulled away from you. You were smiling.

"Let's get inside then," he said, tugging you back into the apartment.

He sat down on the couch after closing the door and you slid on top of him, straddling his thighs and hastily pressing your lips against his.

Well, you thought. So much for watching the rain.

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{ayyy, gotta love steve rogers, amiright?}