'You look lonely' - Steve

"Is that Steve Rogers?" Your friend whispers into your ear. You turn in the booth and try to inconspicuously look over your shoulder. It is him. Having a beer by himself, reading the newspaper. You nod at her, raising an eyebrow: "You going to talk to him?" You ask her. Vehemently, she shakes her head: "No way."

"Why?" You take a sip of your drink.

"It's Steve Rogers!" She whisper-shouts.

You hum and the both of you return to your former conversation. But you keep thinking about the man on your left. You wonder why he is here, alone. Maybe he just wants to chill, for once not be Captain America but a normal (very good looking) guy in a bar.

The waiter comes over and asks: "Can I bring you another round?"

"No thanks." You friend is quick to reply. "I have work tomorrow."

"Right…" Your eyes wander back to Rogers. "I'll have two beers." You state.

"Sure thing." The waiter doesn't question that and just hurries off.

Your friend looks confused: "What's up with that?"

"I'm going to talk to him."

"To Captain America!?"

"Shhhh." You roll your eyes. "Don't freak him out."

"You cannot be serious."

The beers arrive. You grab them and get up: "Bet."

Completely stunned, she watches as you walk over to Rogers.

He sees you approach over the edge of the newspaper and lets it sink. Before you lose your courage or he can say anything, you offer him one of the bottles and comment: "You look lonely. I can fix that."

A smile spreads on his face and he accepts the beer. Then he gestures towards the chair opposite of him. You throw your friend one last look and sit down. You introduce yourself by name.

"Steve." He tells you.

You toast and take a sip.

"Tell me, Steve, what are you doing here all on your own?"

"Waiting for a hot woman to bluntly invite me for a beer."

You choke as he unexpectedly matches your energy.

His grin widens and he keeps staring at you.

"What about your friend?" He nods in her direction. Of course, he noticed you before without showing it.

"She has work." You explain and lean back in your chair to appear relaxed.

"And you?"

"I dared myself to talk to the best-looking man in town."

"Really? When are going to do it?"

That makes you laugh, and he winks at you, even though his cheeks are lightly flushed.

It is surprisingly easy to make conversation with him. He actually appears relieved to have someone to talk to casually. Eventually, though, he asks directly: "You know who I am, don't you?"

You hesitate for just a second before you reply: "Sure."

Another smile tugs on the corners of his mouth.

"You're not a reporter, are you?" He tilts his head. You're kind of hurt that he asks that, but you somewhat understand.

"No." You reply calmly.

"Great. Then may I ask you to come back to my place?"

Holy shit.

You clear your throat: "You may."

Visibly excited, Steve puts money on the table and gets up. He offers you his arm.

- - -

"Huh." You look around.

"Did you expect something else?" Steve asks.

You let your eyes wander around the apartment you just entered. It is definitely an expensive place. However, not as extravagant, and insanely flashy you somehow imagined.

"It's my private place." He adds. "I wanted something that actually feels like a home and not the headquarters of an organization."

You give him a smile: "You did a good job."

He looks at you for a moment before walking towards the kitchen and asking over his shoulder: "Coffee?"

"Yes, please!" You call and take your shoes off. Your bag you put on the floor next to them and throw your jacket on top. You kind of feel like you're not allowed to really use the furniture. Suddenly, you appear to be hit by the realization that you are actually in Steve Rogers apartment. Your knees get a little weak as you look at the photos on the wall. Him in the army. Him with Natasha Romanoff. Him and…

"Sugar?"

Your head snaps around. He's leaning out the door into the hallway.

"Yes." You hear yourself say even though you usually don't take your coffee with sugar. Shaking your head at the ridiculous situation, you take a few deep breaths. He invited you to his apartment. Act like it.

You enter the kitchen. It's, again, expensive looking but not flashy. You take the mug he offers you. Your finger brushes his as you take it, and your heart skips a beat.

Standing pretty close, you quietly drink your coffees while looking at each other.

After a minute, Steve breaks the silence to tell you: "You're incredibly attractive."

You chuckle.

"I am serious. I never had anyone pick me up like that."

"And you liked it?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other.

"Obviously." He puts his mug down. You do as well.

Then, faster than you can blink, he throws his arm around you and pulls you in for a kiss. You inhale surprised but immediately reciprocate the kiss, resting your hands on his broad chest. He lets out a groan and pries your mouth open. Willingly, you part your lips and suck on his bottom lips. The kiss becomes more and more heated and soon you find yourself pressed against the nearest wall, completely surrounded by Steve. Frantically, you push your hands under his shirt and rake your finger over his pectorals. It makes him jerk his hips forwards. You can feel his hardening dick pressed against your side.

He makes quick work of your pants, and they pool around your ankles. Urging him to finally take his shirt off, you slither your hand into his underwear. His large dick is not difficult to miss, and you gently stroke it.

"Fuck." Steve breathes out as he's finally shirtless in front of you. Marveling at his chest, you lean closer and press kisses to it while keeping your hand on his cock. He tilts his head and nibbles on the side of your neck. You sigh and your knees bend. It makes him step even closer and mold your body into his.

When you run your thumb over the tip of his dick, he growls and grabs both your arms. Effortlessly, he spins you around. Your chest is pressed against the wall and your back arches as he grabs your hair and yanks your head to rest on his collarbone. His free hand wanders between your legs and he can feel your drenched panties. He lets out a smug chuckle.

Putting his lips right next to your ear, he whispers with a dark voice that causes goosebumps to spread on your neck: "You want me to fuck you, hm? Do you want Captain America's dick all the way inside of you?"

You gulp and croak: "Yes."

He rips your panties down and bends his knees so that he can line himself up with your entrance. Hand still in your hair, he now presses your head against the wall. You feel the cool stone on your cheek and shiver.

Then you feel him slowly push into you and whimper.

"Oh my god." You breathe out as he fills you up.

Steve groans and tears you apart. Mercilessly, he slides all the way in, making you ball your hands into fists.

"Oww, am I too big for you?" He mocks you.

You want to shake your head, but he doesn't allow you to move.

With long strokes he starts to fuck you. All you can do is breathe shallowly and take it.

When his thrusts become more rapid, you slap the wall with your hand and moan loudly. You swear you can feel his dick in your stomach. He puts his arm around you and bites your shoulder like a predator holding his prey in place.

You should have known that goddamn Captain America has a goddamn large dick and that his superhuman stamina also applies to sex.

Suddenly, though, he pulls out of you, and you whine in protest. But he just turns you back around and lifts one of your legs up, plowing right back in. Your hair is a mess, and your cheeks are flushed. You have to blink a few times until you are able to focus on his face. His pupils are wide and his mouth open as he pants.

"I want to see your face when you cum." He tells you while your bodies loudly collide. "I want to see what the hot woman that so shamelessly flirted with me looks like when I make her cum."

Your eyes roll back, and you desperately hold on to his upper arms. They are massive and you can feel the muscles tense as he claws into your thigh that is pressed against his side.

Now actively chasing your orgasm, you roll your hips to meet his thrusts.

"There we go." He murmurs and slows down for just a moment to kiss you. You bury one of your hands in his hair and hold him close. He adjusts his stance so that he can keep plowing into you while leaning in to deepen the kiss. It feels like he is about to lift you off the floor with his thrusts.

You tense up and moan into Steve's mouth. He can feel you tighten around him and groans.

Then he breaks the kiss to, as promised, look at your face while he relentlessly fucks you towards the edge. You take one hand off his arm and push it between your legs, rubbing your clit. The added stimulation causes your knees to buckle, and you yelp when your weight pushes you onto his dick even more. He hits you so deep, it makes your bones feel like they are vibrating.

"Say it, say how much you like this." He orders through gritted teeth.

When you don't reply immediately, Steve threatens: "Do it or I will stop."

Just the thought of that makes you beg: "Please don't stop. I…fuck. Your dick is so good. Please don't stop." Your voice trails off.

A smile spreads on his tense face and he kisses you quickly.

One more perfectly angled thrust and you cum with a throaty moan. Your face contorts and you can barely see anything. Your body goes rigid and waves of euphoria crash over you. Steve must really enjoy the visual because he breathes out your name and a few praises and then cums himself. He loses his rhythm and plows into you a few more times before holding still.

You're both shaking, holding the other close. Sweat is running down your back and you feel some on his neck.

You lean your forehead against his chest and sigh in satisfaction.

Steve gently pulls out and lets your leg down, arm still around you to hold you up. With glazed over eyes, you look at him. His cheeks are flushed, and he appears deeply relaxed.

"Feeling less lonely?" You breathe out.

He chuckles: "Yeah, but I think we need to do this again, just to make sure."