Avengers x Reader One Shots

Payback ✨ Steve Rogers (CW: SMUT)

A/n: PLEASE DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DONT LIKE SMUT OR WOULD BE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT! (Looking at you, Elisa, imma kill you if you read this boo)
Also this is my first time writing smut, please don't come at me!

CW: smut, like a lot.

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"Hey babe," you whisper seductively, walking up to where Steve sits. You are at Clint's house, for Nathaniel's birthday party. You lean over, running your hands over his chest from behind him where you stand.

He turns to smile at you without interrupting the conversation. Walking around the chair, you force him to scooch over to fit two people in an obviously one-person chair. Tony rolls his eyes in response.

That makes you mad. So, you discreetly begin walking your fingers up his back, raking his sensitive spots. You feel him shiver slightly, but he continues talking as if nothing had happened, with no break. A mischievous, wicked grin breaks out on your face.

Soon, one of the people with whom he is talking, who you didn't know, leave, and its just you two, Clint, and Laura. Steve shifts uncomfortably, so you move to his lap so that he can have more space.

It works to your advantage, too. You turn to shield what you are doing from Clint and Laura, the former of whom has some idea of it and winks at you, while the latter is unknowing and innocently continues the conversation with her husband and your s/o.

You begin to ghost your fingers over his chest, putting pressure on sensitive areas, and discreetly grinding your hips into him. You see him bite back a moan as his member hardens beneath you.

You are forced to stop when Steve uncomfortably moves to get up, walking awkwardly as a result of his hard manhood, trying to hide the tent in his pants. You follow as all of the party's attendees go sit at the table for the cake cutting. Thankfully, it plays in perfectly, bettering the situation.

Under the protection of the the table, you move your hands down to his lower region. Your fingers begin teasing his shaft, palming it. When you notice a couple drops of sweat, you grin, happy with the result.

You unzip his zipper only, inserting one finger as you begin playing with his tip. His breathing is hard and fast, as he fights off the urge to moan—barely successful.

You begin kissing up his jawline, nibbling on his earlobe as you speak. "Would you like me to get some cake?" Although the question is innocent enough, your voice is seductive—husky and low.

"Y-yes please," Steve barely manages to get out. He glares at you as you smile and get up; by the looks of it, he would slam you to the ground right then and there if you weren't at a party—a kid's birthday one, to be exact.

You go get two slices, making sure he has a nice view of your ass and winking at him as he zips his fly again. You don't wiggle or put on a show or anything, though—you don't want anyone other than Steve looking at you.

When you get back, Steve is gone. You eat your slice silently, disappointed. When he finally returns from the restroom 😏, he glares at you again. You just wink with a sly, minx-y grin, wiggling your eyebrows. He sighs and leans over to kiss your cheek before eating his cake.

When the party is finally over, you go to say bye to Clint and Laura. Clint winks at you as you leave and gives Steve a sympathetic smile as you hug Laura farewell and give Nathaniel a kiss on the head.

"Bye Auntie (y/n)! Bye Uncle Steve!" Lila calls out as you leave. You shoot her a smile and wave before you and Steve head off.

*time skip brought to you by le Thor learning to hula hoop*

When you get home from an unexpectedly silent drive with Steve—or maybe it was expected, considering your behavior at the party—you turn to him with an innocent smile.

"So, you enjoy the party there, babe?" You ask sweetly.

He walks over, putting his arms around you on a seemingly romantic gesture. "Oh, I don't know about that," he replies in a low whisper, nibbling your earlobe.

The "romantic gesture" turns out to be far more sexual than you had expected. It ends up being a surprisingly easy way for him to pick you up and press you to the wall.

Your eyes twinkle defiantly. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

His eyes darken. "Oh, a little of this and that." He lowers his voice, leaning in closer for you to hear him. "What, did you think I'd let you get away with being a tease? I'm getting payback, baby."

He rips your dress off over your head as he holds you up against the wall with one hand, your legs wrapped around his torso as he grips your ass. When he rips your bra apart, you let out a little whine. "That was expensive!"

"I'll buy you a new one."

He presses you against the wall, using it to hold you up so one of his hands is free. The other is pressed to it behind you.

Steve presses a rough, passionate kiss to your face, running his tongue along your bottom lip to ask for entrance. You deny it with a smirk and he moves his thumb to massage your breast, running circles around the tip as it gets pointy, begging for him to touch it. You gasp into the kiss as a result and he slips in, quickly winning dominance.

As he pulls apart and begins kissing down your neck, your gasps filling the air, you grab his hair in fistfuls. He nears your sensitive spot and you lean your head back, allowing him more room. He sucks down, leaving hickeys over your neck.

"Steve, baby," you gasp. He hums in response, sending vibrations through you.

"Maybe we should-" you lean your head down to his ear and ghost past it, "take this elsewhere?"

He sets you down, leaving you cold and exposed, before picking you up and carrying you bridal-style to the bedroom.

He slams you down (not literally, he's gentle) on the bed as hunger and lust reign in his eyes. He quickly pulls your shoes off and you lie there on the bed, in nothing but your bra. "No underwear, I see," he whispers. A glint enters his eyes. "Someone wanted me inside her."

He quickly unzips his pants and pulls them and his boxers down. You barely have time to register and spread your legs before he thrusts into you, not waiting for you to adjust as he pounds into you.

Your moans fill the air. "Fuck, Steve," you gasp. "I'm close."

"Wait for me to cum, doll," he orders. The coil tightens in your stomach as you try to hold it inside you.

"God, (y/n), you're so tight," he grunts. Your hands run through his hair as you loose all sense of being, babbling and moaning. "I'm so close. Cum with me, (y/n)."

You scream his name and your vision turns white as you come, triggering his. His seed coats your walls as he falls beside you, removing his member. The two of you lay there, panting with spent passion. You spoon before falling into a deep sleep, exhausted from the day.