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Waking up next to Steve fucking Rogers is still the best thing that’s ever happened to Darcy. He’s so warm and gentle and he lets her be mean to him. Plus the man took her biggest dick like a champ last night. She’s not gonna say it until he does but she’s in love with him. No doubt in her mind.
The sun is filtering in softly through Steve’s window and one of his arms is a heavy weight across her naked torso. His big palm cupping one breast like he’s saving it from jumping ship. When she stretches and points her toes into his shin, he squeezes the breast gently, fingers coming up to roll the nipple between them. The man is insatiable.
“So. We were a little too busy last night to talk about it -” An understatement. After the club, they’d come back to the tower to Steve’s apartment to sleep but instead, Steve had made Darcy cum with just his mouth and fingers twice and then fucked her through another orgasm and into exhaustion. “- but, I know you heard Bucky last night and I saw both him and Clint so…”
Groaning, Steve buried his face in her boob - the unprotected one that actually was trying to jump ship by way of hiding in her armpit. Big boobs were great when you were standing but the minute you tried to lay on your back…she got pulled away from that thought when Steve sucked the nipple into his mouth, flicking his pink tongue over the little nub. She gasped and arched, digging her fingernails into his arm as she pressed in for more. Steve took the invitation and got up on his elbows to lavish more attention on her beautiful breasts.
“Steve,” She breathed, arching her back into it and spreading her legs as his hand slid down over her soft curves and dipped between her thighs. She was wet, just being this close to Steve made her wet, honestly. But waking up naked next to him, after a night like last night…his fingers met no resistance as they slid into her, two at once. His thumb stroked her clit and she bucked up into his hand, moaning. “Steve, fuck. Yes .”
She turned her head and found him staring at her in a way that she could only describe as “lovingly.” He was two fingers deep in her and looking at her like she was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. A girl could get used to that. She clutched at his shoulders and turned into him, riding his hand while she stared back at him. They didn’t kiss, his eyes never wandered anywhere but her face, he just watched as she writhed against him, fucking his fingers while she moaned and whispered his name.
“That’s it, honey, cum just for me. I want to see it. I want to see you.” A third finger had joined the other two and his thumb was still teasing her clit, scraping it with his nail every so often so he could watch her eyes flutter at the slight burn of it. She was almost there. Her voice was catching, breathy little gasps sneaking out and she never took her eyes away from his.
She stiffened, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, hips arched forward, soft mounds of tits pressed against his chest and her mouth caught in a silent scream as she came, drenching his hand in the hot honey slickness of her while his eyes held hers prisoner and her body shuddered and convulsed through the aftershocks. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he rubbed one slick fingertip against that little nub between her swollen lips, gently stroking it while she twitched and moaned from the oversensitivity.
Still not breaking eye contact, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, his pink tongue licking up every trace of her. She gasped, bit her lip and reached down to take him in her hand but he stopped her.
“No, this was just for you, honey. We have a brunch date and we both need to shower before we go.”
**
It was a Team Brunch. Steve said that meant that they didn’t have to dress up. Most everyone came dressed in pajamas or sweats and the only guests allowed were significant others who’d passed a thorough background check by Jarvis.
“Did you find anything good in my background check?” Darcy grinned, eyebrow raised as she pulled one of her black converse high tops on and left the laces as is.
“No one else is allowed to see the results of your background check, Dr Lewis. It is private information. I personally performed the investigation and determined that you qualified for clearance.” Jarvis informed her from somewhere above them.
Turning up his own eyebrow at her, Steve said, “Doctor?”
She pulled the other shoe on and grinned, “Not that kind of doctor.” Steve chuckled because it was something that Bruce said to them all the time as he patched or stitched them up. “I have my doctorate in astrophysics. I work with Jane Foster - Thor’s ‘Lady Jane.’” She did a very good impression of Thor.
Steve just stared, “Wait - what?”
Like the imp she was, she shrugged and made a little squeaking noise. “You didn’t ask how I knew Clint was Hawkeye or why I wasn’t impressed that you’re Captain America. You should have - terrible tactical error on your part. I could be a super villain!”
They were in the hallway waiting for the elevator at this point and he tugged her toward him by the collar of her oversized cardigan, placing a kiss on her nose and trailing across her cheek to pull her earlobe between his teeth. “I’m pretty sure super villains don’t stick their cold toes under my thigh during sappy rom coms or dip their French toast in strawberry jam.”
He nudged her into the elevator as she looped her arms around his neck and he bent to nuzzle under her other ear, “Actually that's exactly what super villains do. It’s in the rule book. Strawberry jam only, if you use marmalade or blueberry, you have to be a hero - it’s a very strict rule.”
“Mmmhmm, that explains how I’m on this side and not that side - marmalade all the way.” Steve captured her mouth for a kiss, letting her take control of it right away as he moaned into it.
“Should we clap? Get a hose? Join in?” Tony’s voice broke the silence, “What's the play here, Capcicle?”
Steve rolled his eyes and pulled Darcy gently from the safety of the elevator. “Guys this is my girlfriend, Dr. Darcy Lewis.”
Damn, this man was perfect. He introduced her right away as not only his girlfriend but also as a doctor . Most men treated that as something she was on the side - not as part of who she was.
Pepper Potts immediately came over, hand extended, “It’s lovely to meet you Dr. Lewis, we’ve heard so many great things about you.” This was the woman who ran Stark Industries and Tony Stark and she was wearing pink flannel jammy bottoms with little cherry blossom flowers and a plain white t-shirt.
Darcy was wearing the oversized blue cardigan - oversized because it was Steve’s, a red V-neck and black pajama bottoms with little vampire teeth and the words “bite me” sprinkled all over them. And her chucks. Even though it looked like everyone was in socks or slippers - that felt weird for her, she didn’t live here. “Please, just Darcy. It’s great to meet you.”
Steve dragged her away and around for introductions. Tony didn’t let her get a word in edgewise and had way too many personal questions at the ready. Bruce was kind and reserved but she could see a rebellious streak under it. Sam was happy - he hugged her and thanked her for ‘whatever she did to loosen this guy up.’ At which Steve choked and she grinned…and Sam shook his head and said, “Nope.” and walked away. She cackled.
Clint’s protégé, the other Hawkeye - Kate and her Young Avengers were apparently all in California doing something top secret so she got to skip those pleasantries.
Natasha was scary - and sexy. And Darcy told her so. Again, Steve choked. But Darcy was just being honest. Natasha could tag team Steve with her any day, and she didn’t actually like to share much so that was a compliment. Just as Darcy was getting ready to ask how she felt about impact play, Clint appeared at her side.
“Steve, go see Bucky. He’s waiting in the elevator.” Steve looked dolefully at Clint. Like he was going to whine and say he ‘didn’t wanna.’ Clint pointed and raised his eyebrow. Steve went.
Darcy and Nat both raised their eyebrows at Clint. He put his hands up, “Hey, what happens at the club stays at the club - they just need to touch base. Also, I don’t like the two of you talking. You’re both the scariest, most beautiful women I know and you’ve both seen me naked. Don’t be friends. I don’t like it.” He knew it was too late though, there was no separating them now. They’d probably compare notes. Fuck. He pointed at them with two fingers on the same hand and then pointed at his eyes and back at them and walked off. Behind him they both laughed maniacally.
Brunch was a pretty low key affair all things considered. Tony wanted to know all about club stuff (of course he did) but no one would tell him. (Obviously.) He looked at Pepper, probably hoping for his own trip for reconnaissance, but she shook her head (of course she did). He pouted. (Obviously.)
Steve was very sweet - somehow he walked the line of making sure she never needed anything but not infringing on her autonomy at all. Clint and Bucky shot blueberries into each other’s mouths until Bruce made a comment about no gag reflex and Clint almost choked. Bucky was laughing too hard to save him so it’s a good thing it was ‘almost.’
As it was winding down, Bucky suddenly stood up and said, “Clint and I are moving in together.” His face got red and he stumbled over the next bit, “just thought this was a good time to tell everyone at once.” Then he sat back down looking grumpy, until he caught sight of Clint preening and he smiled and pulled Clint in for a kiss. Steve slipped his hand into Darcy’s and squeezed.
Tony jumped up, “What!? Dammit! Jarvis, move $100 from my tally to Nat’s.”
“Of course, Sir. That brings your IOU to Agent Romanov up to $7,824.92.” Jarvis unhelpfully supplied. Pepper rolled her eyes. Nat looked smug.
“92 cents? How does that happen?” Darcy asked.
Everyone groaned.
“Okay, okay - all of you, it’s not that long of a story…” Tony started but then stopped when Cap scooped Darcy up in his arms.
“We could stick around for your long story - or - I could spend that time worshiping my girlfriend. Bye Tony!” And Steve stepped into the already waiting elevator. The doors slid shut.
“Worshiping? Like you want to do a scene where you kneel at my feet and lick my boots? Or beg? Or go down on me with reverence until I’m near death with the voracity of your allegiance?” Darcy asked wickedly, already knowing which one he really wanted and what he was going to answer.
“Anything you want, Mistress.”
MMmmmm yes, anything.
*
His face glistened when he sat back from ‘worshiping’ her with it. She was on his lips, his chin, both cheeks, even the tip of his nose. Her thighs ached from restraining herself from squeezing his head with them through that second and third orgasm. Her pussy was swollen and full from having his face in it for the last thirty minutes. It was fucking glorious.
“Fuck me, Steve. And I’ll let you lick my boots while you do it.” She was naked save for a pair of red pleather boots, laced all the way up to the knees. The heels were murder, 5 inch spikes but perfect for someone to hold in their hands when they were buried balls (or silicone) deep inside her. Standing next to the bed after he’d slipped on a condom, Steve manhandled her to the very edge of it, grabbing both boots and bringing them to rest on one of his shoulders.
Darcy moaned without meaning to. But who could blame her? Steve fucking Rogers was gonna fuck her and lick her boots and it was heaven . It was everything she’d ever wanted. Steve held her thighs to his chest, her boot-clad feet still propped against his shoulder as he slid his cock into the dripping channel of her vagina. With her thighs together, compressing her swollen labia she was so fucking tight. Moisture dripped between her lips, displaced by the head of Steve’s dick as he slid deeper inside her. He didn’t have to pull out and push back - no, she was too fucking wet to need that, he just pushed into her until he was fully sheathed inside and he let out a low groan.
“Ready mistress?” He asked politely.
She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be ready for but sure, why not? “Yes.”
His hands shifted to the heels on the boots and he spread her legs as far as his arms could reach and still be holding them up. Once she was wide open and exposed, he began pounding into her, looking down at where he must be able to see his dick disappearing into her vagina. The sounds were fucking filthy. There was the wet splat of his hips against her slicked up pubic bone and thighs and the rhythmic slap of his balls against her ass, the squelch of him driving into her dripping hole and the creak of the pleather as he held her boots out to the sides. It was nasty and she fucking loved it. That it was Steve - the man people thought of as some kind of paragon of goodness - was even better. Because he could be filthy with her and god damn that was such a turn on.
“ Ohhhhh , oh, fuuuck . Steve. Yes. Yes. ”
He brought one boot in, still holding the heel like an ice pick and ran his tongue along the inside of the ankle. She shuddered. He didn’t need instruction or praise right now, this was his scene, even if she was in charge, so she could just enjoy it. He switched and brought the other boot in, licking it even as his pace never slowed. She was ready to cum already. She was so fucking close.
One boot was still clenched in his fist, the other he pushed toward her for her to hold around the thigh, boot in the air, the new position making her eyes roll back in her head. While she watched, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it greedily, then he lowered it to her clit and rubbed the pad of his wet thumb ever so softly over the most swollen part of her clit. She yelled Steve’s name and came. Hard. Her toes curled in her boots.
She was still tremoring and shuddering when he pulled his wet, swollen cock out and rubbed the head against her clit. “Oh fuck!” Her vagina grasped at nothing, clenching down around the memory of his cock inside her and her clit lit up like it had been electro shocked. Suddenly, he plunged it back inside, plowing into her over and over while she grunted and moaned helplessly. He pulled out again and pressed the head of his dick against her clit again, rubbing into it, her back arched and the sparks ran up her sides - she was already close again but she was careening toward oversensitive.
“Steve, I need you to cum for me - soon.” She managed to gasp out without it sounding too desperate before he plunged his cock back into her, threw both legs over one shoulder and leaned forward so her knees were pressed up against her tits, and fucked her in sharp little thrusts.
“Yes, I can cum for you Mistress. I want to, I’m so close. One more time for you, though.” He snaked one hand between them and rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, much the same way he did with her nipples. It was just the right side of painful. She came instantly and he thrust deep - two, three more times until he was cuming hot and heavy into the condom. Pumping into her again and again while they both rode out the most aftershocks either had ever had.
He lowered her still twitching legs into a comfortable position and leaned into her, holding his weight on his elbows. “Darcy, god, that was incredible. I need a minute, then I’ll get up to clean us off.”
“No,” she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve gotten some cuddles. This was just a mini scene, but it was still kind of one, which means we both need a little aftercare.” She held him close for several minutes, rubbing his back and running her fingers through his hair until he lifted his head and smiled at her. She let him go to get warm washcloths and then wipe them both down, knowing that caring for her was part of his aftercare.
Much later, when they're both back in sweats and t-shirts, the coffee table littered with charcuterie leftovers and two empty wine bottles and the tv idling on the Netflix menu for so long that the screensaver had come on, she rubbed her cheek against his chest, lifted up and rested her chin on her folded hands, “So - what did Bucky have to say to you in the elevator?”
His chest rumbled under her as he laughed. Tucking one curl behind her ear, his eyes twinkled and he said, in a surprisingly good impression of Bucky, “It was weird and uncomfortable and I never want to see it again but it is also kinda great that you’ve found someone as perfect for you as Darcy is. But - we are never having a foursome so don’t fuckin’ ask.”
Steve snorts.
Darcy snorts too.
Then they’re both snorting and laughing because Darcy has had too much wine and Steve is drunk on Darcy. And laughter is what makes relationships good.
“I bet I could get them into a foursome with us. Bucky is not as strong as he seems to think he is.” Her grin is evil, red and full and pure evil.
“Hard no, you She-Demon,” he rolls her between him and the couch as she squeaks. “I wouldn’t mind seeing what all the fuss is about Clint but I absolutely don’t ever want to have sex even in the same room as Bucky.”
She cackles. “‘What all the fuss is about Clint?’ Oh my goodness.” She pulls his mouth down to hers, kisses him softly then with more pressure, “Mmmm, I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart.”
His smile is a little crooked, turned up at one corner and with the thickest Brooklyn accent she’s ever heard from him, he says, “Come on then - I can do this all day.”