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The Persuasion of Jake Jensen

Summary: This is a cross of The Losers AU with Marvel AU, the plot of Jane Austen’s novel, Persuasion, as my trope.

Jake Jensen was the love of your life until one day he just disappeared, no words, no call, no explanation. What happens when you run into him ten years later?

Jake Jensen x Female Reader; Steve Rogers/Brat/Wanda/Doc/Tony/Pooch/Cougar/Clay/Aisha/Colin Shea

Word count: Over 10k (sorry!)

Warnings: Slow burn; Smut (Fingers, PinV, Oral,) 18+ only please; angst: idiots in love; horrible friends; Colin Shea being Colin; fluff; smut (and not great smut at that)

As always: a huge thank you to @peyton-warren for always allowing me to brainstorm and get these words out, and for always being a second set of eyes for me! If you haven’t read her stuff, go check it out!

“Steve! Colin! Get your asses in here!” you screamed in frustration as you threw the last of your dresses in your closet into the floor. “This is all your fault anyway, you idiot meatballs!” You kicked the clothes on the floor in disgust and sat on your bed, hanging your head in defeat. You didn’t know why this was so hard, it’s not like you’d even seen nor spoken to these people in the last ten years, so why were you trying so hard? You knew he wasn’t going to be there, you had made sure of that before you RSVP'd.

Ten years. Ten long years since you’d even heard the name Jake Jensen. You tried not to think of him often, but you had never truly forgiven him for leaving you, no word, no call, no note. Even an email or text message would have worked, but you were left with no explanation, no closure, no idea what you’d even done wrong in the first place. You wiped the tears that had slipped out, promising not to shed any more.

“What do you-holy fucking tornado. What the fuck happneded in here?” Steve asked, an incredulous look crowding his features. Steve knew you were an absolute, over the top neat freak when it came to your clothes. “What are you doing?” he asked as he started to wade through every garment you owned.

Colin stood at the door stuffing his face with a giant sandwich from his favorite restaurant, which was nothing new. “You don’t even like these people, why are you trying so hard to impress them?” Colin asked, flecks of his food flying out from his mouth.

“Classy,” you groaned as you continued to look through all of your discarded clothes. “I cannot find anything to wear. Ugh, I just shouldn’t go. This is my sign. I don’t even like these fucking assholes!” You sat down and threw your hands up in defeat. You started crying harder, your nerves fried and your frustration palpable. You had never needed to impress anybody, never felt the need to be anyone other than your authentic self. No, that wasn’t the issue. You were more worried about seeing Pooch and Cougar. You knew Jensen was away and unable to attend, however you weren’t sure about the other two and wanted to look and feel your absolute best knowing the men would report back to their friend.

“Okay, take a deep breath, there is something in here for you,” Steve said as he started to wade through the blouses and jeans. Running an animal shelter and owning the cat and dog cafe connected to it, Baby Got Wags, didn’t leave much in the way of a wardrobe. T-shirts and jeans, sneakers and slides made up the majority of your closet space.

“I’m going to grab 6C, '' Colin said, turning to head towards the door and up towards his apartment. 6C was new to the building, but she was nice and sincere from the few times you’d spoken with her.

You met Colin the first day you moved into the building about six years ago, Colin immediately trying to sleep with you. You knew his type, and you knew he’d eventually get tired of the no’s and move along.

You and Colin became fast friends, hanging out, playing his Switch, watching his gigs. Eventually you had decided to start live music at the cafe to drum up some business and hired Colin to play two nights a week. He became your biggest draw, bringing in double the amount of patrons, so you and Colin decided to make this a four day a week gig. He got all of the pussy he could ever want or need, and he even found himself a three legged cat with absolutely no coordination named Kick Stand. You, on the other hand, got a booming cafe business, and were adopting out animals left and right.

Steve was different. Steve was the one they called The Man out of Time, and he was a superhero. You’d met one morning when he came into the cafe and sat for hours drawing everything he could. You weren’t sure why he was so sad, you didn’t even know who he was at that point, you just saw a lonely soul.

You and Steve talked for hours until he had to go to work. He came back a few weeks later, and eventually became your number one volunteer at the shelter. You didn’t know he was Captain America until about two months later, and to you, he was still just Steve Rogers. Oh, and you were absolutely in love with his girlfriend, the two of you becoming the best of friends as soon as he introduced the two of you.

“It’s pointless, Steve. I should just stay home,” you lamented, your voice shaking as the tears started to slow. “It’s not like anyone would even miss me.”

“Hey, come on. You know that isn’t true. Look at everything you’ve done,” Steve consoled, pulling you into a hug with one arm while texting his girlfriend an SOS with his free hand. Steve didn’t know how to help you because he was Steve, but also because you kept your true feelings hidden from the world. Steve knew there was a story, but it wasn’t his story to tell, but he was also in love with someone just like you who would know what to do.

“I hear we need some help in here!” Steve‘s girlfriend, affectionately known as Brat said. Behind her were Doc and Wanda, two more teammates of Steve’s and friends of yours.

“Steve was worried you may need some help, so we went shopping!” Doc explained as the three women brought in bag after bag, smiles all around at your look of gratitude.

“No more crying,” Wanda said as she pulled you to your feet, her accent somehow calming you. “I have the makeup and hair, Miss Brat over there has dresses galore for you!” Wanda turned and pushed Steve from the room, gagging when Brat kissed him first. “Go, we have this under control, Asshat.”

“I’m going to go see what’s taking Colin so long,” Steve said, relieved that he was no longer needed. He closed the door on his way out, his footsteps echoing through the empty building as he made his way up to find his friend.

“Okay, is this formal? Semi formal? What are we looking at here?” Brat asked as she combed through the dress selections she had on hand. Wanda stood next to her to see what makeup combination would work with your dress choice, and Doc was just along for the ride as she had plans later with her own lover man, Bucky Barnes, another teammate and also lifelong best friend to Steve.

“It’s formal, and I own nothing remotely considered formal,” you replied as you watched Brat. “Stop!” you said, causing Brat and Wanda to turn in surprise. “This is the dress,” you said, walking up to the other two women. The dress was sapphire blue with an empire waist and a halter neck, the bust lined with small crystals for embellishment.

“Perfect,” Brat said as she pulled it out. Wanda decided on a sleek updo with a more natural makeup palette. It took about two hours, but in the end, you barely recognized yourself. Especially with blue glitter lips, something you’d never have even imagined doing on your own.

“Everything okay in there?” Steve asked, stopping in front of your closed door.

“We’re fine, done actually,” Doc replied, watching you take one last twirl in the mirror. You almost felt like a little child playing dress up as you never really had the opportunity for formal dress events.

“Home by midnight and no strange men,” Steve said which earned him four sets of eye rolls and a pinch in the stomach from Brat. “No, but really, you look amazing. Eat your heart out, Losers.”

“We have another surprise for you,” Brat said as Wanda bounced from foot to foot in excitement. “We know how nervous you’ve been about tonight, and even thought we don’t know the entire story, we do know you’re awesome. So, in the spirit of you being awesome, Wanda and myself are going with you too!”

“All except me,” Steve said. “Somehow, I don’t think a hat and sunglasses would help me hide this time.”

“Where’s Colin, is he coming too?” you asked, excited for the first time regarding this reunion. You bumped fists with Wanda and Brat as you weren’t a hugger.

“Judging by the sounds coming out of 6C, I’d say Colin is not going,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. He knew who Colin was so this was nothing new to him.

“Well, the two of you need to get ready so we can head out!” you exclaimed as you took one last look in the mirror. Eat your heart out, Losers.

“Already one step ahead,” Wanda said as she and Brat removed their coats, both women dressed to the nines. “Let’s go!”

Steve grabbed Brat and whispered something along the lines of trying this trick later with much less clothing. Brat smirked, dropped a kiss on his lips, and made her way out of your place.

“We also took the liberty of hiring a driver for the evening, all on Tony’s bill, of course,” Brat said as she opened the back door to scoot in. There was nothing she loved more than spending Tony Stark’s money causing his blood pressure to skyrocket. No matter how many times he canceled a card and got a new one, Brat always seemed to find it.

“Hey, you got this,” Steve said as he wrapped you in a hug. You may not like hugs, but Steve Rogers didn’t care. You leaned into him, finally relaxing a little.

“Thanks, Rogers.” You pulled away and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Now, go wait by 6C and yell at Colin for me once he’s finished!” you joked as Steve made a face. You knew nothing in this world could ever make him listen to Colin Shea having sex.

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Ten Years Ago

“You have to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” Pooch said as he refilled his beer from the fresh pitcher. “You managed to snag a smart, motivated, hot, and insanely funny girl to touch your penis!” Cougar laughed, high fiving Pooch on his very astute observation.

“Ha ha ha,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. Jake Jensen was well aware of how out of his league you were, and he was just as confused as to what you saw in him. As long as you would have him, though, he was there for it all. He punched Pooch and stole Coug’s hat, a crime punishable by removal of said hand.

“I’m just saying, Jensen, if you ever lose her, it will be the biggest mistake of your life,” Pooch said. He looked over at Jolene and you playing pool, Jolene turning to smile and throw a wink at Pooch while you blew Jake a kiss.

“I know, trust me. That’s why I’m going to ask her to marry me after graduation at our party.” Jake pulled a small, green velvet box from his pocket and placed it in the middle of the table. Pooch snatched the box, opening it before one of you girls saw. Jake waited nervously for his friends' reactions.

“Jake, this is nice, man!” Pooch said as he passed the ring to Cougar. Nestled in the box was a sterling silver band with a small square cut emerald in the center surrounded by tiny diamonds around the stone and along the band. Cougar tipped his hat in agreement, never having been a man of many words.

“I know it isn’t much, the jeweler kept trying to upgrade everything on it, but this is just quintessentially Wormie,” Jake said with a soft smile on his face as he watched you. You were so different from other girls, nice and compassionate, not materialistic in the least, but what made him fall for you was the fact that you had absolutely no idea the power you held, your heart and soul completely pure.

“She is going to love it, man,” Pooch agreed. “We also need to work on that nickname though, Jensen. How the fuck do you get Wormie for this amazing woman? Jolene would castrate me if I called her that!” Pooch and Cougar fell over in a fit of laughter, tears running down their faces.

“It’s short for the Bookworm, dickheads. She always had her head in a book when I saw her, and the bookworm was just a mouthful. So we shortened it to Wormie,” Jensen explained as he ran a hand behind his neck. He knew people didn’t get him or his humor, but with you, it was always easy. While school was always so easy for Jensen, women and interactions with people were not, his shy and awkward nature often overshadowing his intelligence and humor. This was just another reason he loved you so much. You’d never made him feel inadequate or insecure. You always laughed at his jokes, paid attention to his stories, soothed his worries and fears, stroked his ego…and other appendages.

The men laughed knowing you were feeling pretty buzzed at the moment. School was done, you had all made it, and things were looking up as you went towards the future together, or so you foolishly thought.

‘Whatcha got cooking, good looking?” Jake retorted as he returned all of your kisses and then some. He pulled away, his glasses fogged and sitting askew on his face causing the table to break out in more laughter. Jolene sat on Pooch’s lap, gently nuzzling and kissing him while Cougar was busy with two undergrad twins. For someone who never talked, Cougar seemed to speak any language.

“What’s shaking, bacon?” you replied, nuzzling your nose against his. You were so deeply and hopelessly in love with this man, irrevocably even, and you couldn’t wait to start your lives together. You were going to travel all through Asia before coming back and playing house. “I love you, Nerd,” you said softly as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, his cologne overtaking all of your senses as you heard him murmur the sentiment back.

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Ten years had flown by like nothing, and here you were, awkwardly standing at the bar while your two best friends were the life of the party. You looked around again, simultaneously disappointed and relieved that you didn’t see Jake. You took another sip of your old fashioned, feeling just as out of place now as you did all those years ago.

Brat and Wanda were regaling a small crowd with stories of their latest mission as they’d been recognized by some as Avengers. You smiled as you heard Brat call her love Asshat because he’d pissed her off. Again. You knew their love story was one in a million, no matter how many times she threatened to kill Rogers.

“Still haven’t changed a bit, Bookworm,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see Pooch and Cougar, all smiles, and even though it had been ten years, they hadn’t aged one bit. You kissed each man on the cheek then hugged him, telling each how good it was to see him.

“Is Jolene here?” you asked Pooch, ordering another drink for yourself and two beers for the men. There just happened to be a lull in conversation at that moment , so you took the opportunity to introduce Pooch and Cougar to Brat and Wanda, the former saying hello and shaking hands, the latter hugging and kissing each woman.

“No, she’s up in the room with the baby,” Pooch said as he pulled out a picture of his little family, Jolene looking as radiant as ever, very pregnant and holding a toddler boy in her lap.

“Pooch, congratulations! Your family is beautiful!” you said, giving your old friend a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Cougar, is the bachelor brigade still running strong?” you asked, playfully punching him in the arm. He smiled and tipped his hat, the only confirmation you needed.

Conversation flowed easily, just as the drinks did, your group finding its way to a table. Brat, super soldier that she was, couldn’t get drunk, and was watching out for the group as the night continued, drinks flowing, stories flopping one over the other.

Wanda and Pooch had gone to get another round of drinks when you saw Cougar straighten up, sharing a glance with Brat. “Hey, I need to head to the bathroom, keep me company?” Brat asked as she grabbed her purse and stood up, extending her hand. You nodded, grabbing her hand, following her through the crowd.

“Fuck, I forgot how shitty city parking is normally, even worse with a yellow Hummer!!” Jensen said as he snatched Cougar’s hat and sat down. “Where’s Pooch?” Jensen said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn sitting in the middle of the table.

“He’s grabbing drinks,” Cougar said. “Look, Jensen-“

“Clay, Aisha, what took you guys so long?” Jake asked his bosses, tossing some popcorn kernels at the two. Aisha rolled her eyes and walked to join Pooch and Wanda to get drinks while Clay took a seat. The conversation continued, Pooch and Wanda finally joining the group with the next round. Introductions were made, conversation and alcohol consumed easily between everyone.

You and Brat stopped at the bar as she wanted something different to drink while also keeping the return to the table slow. “Your dress is amazing!” you complimented the gorgeous stranger next to you. You were very introverted, so you normally didn’t like talking to other humans, but the drinks had you feeling loose and happy, along with seeing your old friends.

The three of you carried on for a little longer, Aisha and Brat comparing stories of dangerous missions and idiotic partners. You chimed in with a spicy kitten that you eventually ended up keeping years ago because he would attack everything. The other two women laughed, voting that you were the victor of this competition.

The three of you turned, agreeing that you needed to get back to your groups and made your way to the same table.

“I didn’t know you knew Pooch and Coug!” you exclaimed to Aisha as she sat next to a devastatingly handsome man whose name you learned was Clay. You dropped onto Wanda’s lap as introductions were made again, and the conversation continued.

“Man, that bathroom is like a luxury room. I could sleep like a baby in there…” Jensen said, the words falling off his lips the moment he saw you. “Wormie??” he asked, a smile playing over his lips as he walked towards you, his hands out as if he meant to hug you.

You froze, all thoughts leaving your head momentarily as you tried to process what you were seeing in front of you. You felt Wanda tense under you, however you gave her a squeeze to let her know you could handle this. Brat sat back with a smile on her face, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

You stood up, moving out of Jake’s reach, drink in hand. “Do not fucking call me that,” you said, your voice low and lethal, anger burning behind every syllable. “You lost that right ten years ago.” You threw your drink in his face, slamming the glass on the table and grabbed your purse, heading towards the door.

As the others looked on in stunned silence, Brat finished her drink and stood, Wanda right behind her. “You must be the infamous Jake Jensen,” she said, choking back her laughter, almost feeling sorry for the guy as all eyes in the room had turned towards this debacle. “I’d say nice to meet you, but I was taught never to lie.” Brat and Wanda walked away, running to catch up with you.

“And they call our relationship volatile,” Clay whispered to Aisha as he took a sip from his beer, amusement written all over his face. Aisha stifled a laugh and sputtered a cough when Jensen looked her way.

“Why the fuck is everyone staring at Jensen? Jensen, why are you wet, man? Can’t fucking take you out in public anywhere,” Roque said in disgust, having missed the entire scene. “What?” Roque said as the others laughed while Jensen was still frozen to his spot.

Jensen finally moved, running and calling your name as he went, trying to get you to stop, with no luck. He watched as you got into the car, before Brat blocked his view.

“Look, this was all fun for a minute, but that girl right there? She’s not only one of the best people I know, she’s my best fucking friend. You already hurt her once, and she won’t admit it, but she’s still hurting, and has in fact never stopped hurting. If you care for her at all, do not do this right now, let her go. Also, my other best friend is a doc and she wouldn’t hesitate to neuter you,” Brat said as she got into the car, slamming the door in Jensen’s face. All he could do was stare, watching the one he never got over drive away, worrying about the loss of his balls in the process.

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“Okay, that’s it. Get the fuck up,” Colin said as he grabbed your blanket and threw it on the floor. “Jesus, it smells like an animal died in here. When was the last time you showered?” he asked, grabbing the blanket again as you tried to pull it back up.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Shea,” you replied, throwing a pillow over your head when he moved your blanket out of reach. “I want to be alone, is that too much to ask?”

“It’s been a week, an entire fucking week of no communication. The shelter is suffering because there aren’t enough volunteers to take care of the animals, and the cafe needs supplies, but no one knows how to do inventory and ordering.”

“You’re fucking lying. It hasn’t been a week, it’s only been a day. The shelter and cafe can’t be that bad. You and Rogers are there.” You leaned over the side of your bed, grabbed your blanket, and once again burrowed underneath.

“It’s been a week, ass. Rogers has been on a mission with Brat and Wanda, Doc stops by when she can, but we need you.” Colin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled down a corner of the blanket so he could see your face.

“Has it really been a week?” you asked meekly, tears starting to form again. You’d cried so much, your eyes were swollen shut at one point, but you couldn’t stop them, not with the fresh heartbreak you’d just experienced. You grabbed your phone, seeing it had indeed been a week, and sniffled. “I really do smell,” you said, crying harder.

“You really do,” Colin agreed, pulling you into a hug and letting you cry, no words spoken, just allowing you to feel. “Okay, let’s get you showered, put you in some clean and stain free clothes, and get back to life.”

You nodded, heading towards the bathroom for a hot shower as Colin grabbed your sheets and blankets to throw into the washer. After a piping hot shower, you felt a little more alive and human, throwing on your favorite pair of wide leg jeans with your favorite oversized hoodie. You threw on some shoes, grabbed your keys, and yelled for Colin to hurry his ass up.

“Yeah, yeah. Im doing your fucking laundry, you’re welcome,” he grumbled as the two of you left.

First stop: the shelter to organize the volunteers, making sure all of the animals were cared for. Next: inventory check at the cafe with a run to the grocery store for immediate needs while placing an order. You felt better today, getting back to your reality, the life you’d built without Jake Jensen. If you had known what was going to happen today, you probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

You walked into the shelter, greeting your front desk volunteer for the day and stopped to drop your purse and jacket in your office while Colin stopped to flirt with your front desk volunteer. You rolled your eyes as you walked past your friend and smacked him on the back of his head.

“Ow! Fuck, was that really necessary?” he groused as the girl laughed. You winked at her and told Colin it was absolutely necessary as you made your way to the cat room.

You heard Steve talking to Shirley, your favorite volunteer. Shirley was sassy and didn’t care who Captain America was, if he wasn’t taking care of these babies correctly, Shirley made sure to let him know.

“Come on, Rogers. You’ve been here long enough to know you cannot let Frodo out with Michael Myers. They do not get along.” Shirley scooped up Frodo mid-hiss, and put him back in his kennel.

“I’m sorry, Shirley. I wasn’t paying attention, the mission ran late-“ Steve started, rubbing his hand on the back of this neck.

“No excuse, Rogers. Get it together,” Shirley said as she gave Steve a small smack on his shoulder and turned to walk away.

You walked in laughing at the embarrassed look on Steve’s face, his cheeks flushed red along with his ears. He grinned when he saw you, happy you were up and about.

“Pissing Shirley off again?” you quipped, punching Steve in his arm as Shirley looked over and rolled her eyes in irritation. “You know better, Rogers. Get it together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s the musical playboy? Thought he was coming in with you?” Steve asked as he turned to a cage of a new intake momma cat and her four kittens. Momma moved aside to allow Steve to clean and replace her food and water, even going so far as to bring her babies to Steve. He pet each baby, all the while telling momma what a good job she was doing. To the world, Captain America fought the bad guys. To you, your best friend, Steve, loved snuggling kittens.

You quickly snapped a video of this hulking super soldier snuggling baby kittens and sent it off to Brat. Her response, lightning quick: Great. Now he’s even more pussy whipped than before…

You laughed so loud you snorted, handing your phone over to Shirley. The little old lady laughed and said something to the extent of him being able to keep kittens alive but he can’t remember to keep mortal enemies apart.

Brat: Tell Shirley I love her and I’m adopting her as my mother.

Shirley: Hell no. This doof is all yours. I already have my own pussy whipped doofus to deal with…-

Brat: Nope. That’s it. You’re my new mommy .

“Hey, can we at least try and pretend you’re not talking shit about me and making fun of me?” Steve said, exasperated with the women in his life. As soon as Doc was let in on this conversation, he would never hear the end of it from Bucky.

“Watch your tone, Rogers,” Shirley quipped, throwing a wink over her shoulder at you. Steve just hung his head in resignation, mumbled a soft “yes ma’am,” and put the kittens back with their momma.

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Jensen pulled up in front of the cafe and threw his rental in park, running his opening over and over. Hi, hello, how have you been, it’s been a long time, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. No matter what he thought, there was nothing good enough to start this conversation, no explanation, no sentence or phrase.

He was just about to open his door when he saw a car pull in. He saw you get out of the car, talking to someone, and then saw a man exit the car also. He watched as the man pulled you into his side, arm around your shoulder, your arm around his waist and head resting on his shoulder, laughing at something he had said. He sank down in his seat, his mind drifting back to all those years ago, his heart breaking all over again.

Graduation-The Beginning of the End

You felt his lips ghost over your skin, his fingers barely touching any part of you, yet setting you on fire, the invisible flame licking over every square inch of you. You sighed, content to lay with Jake forever like this. He knew how to take you apart in a matter of minutes, then spend hours keeping you apart before he finally allowed you back together.

You turned on your back, your hands above your head as you felt his mouth move expertly from your lower back to your belly. You felt his lashes fan over your skin, his tongue and lips playing a symphony, your hands finding their way into his hair, Your head rolled back as he moved up, his mouth stopping on your right breast, taking your nipple softly into his mouth, rolling and biting the overly sensitive nub expertly until you moaned in quiet ecstasy.

He moved over to your left breast, lavishing the same attention on your nipple as you slowly felt his hand move down your side, over your hip, skimming your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch as he slowly inserted two fingers into your dripping pussy.

Jake loved this part, loved to hear you moan, loved to feel you clamp down on his fingers when he hit just the right spot, loved the way you were always wet, always ready for him. He especially loved when you arched your back as he found your clit with his palm, the sound of him slowly and expertly finger fucking you filling the small space.

You felt his breath, just a whisper of air, move down again, more and more until his mouth replaced his palm, sucking your clit into his mouth, his fingers still working your favorite spot inside, his pace so excruciatingly slow and unhurried. You bit down, his name delivered to his ears as a concerto of moans and pleasure, his fingers and mouth the conductor.

You felt your high near, your moans turning to breathless pants until he tipped you over the edge, your crescendo the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. As you slowly came back down, you felt his cock replace his fingers, his descent into your velvet and wet walls again, pure torture of the best kind until you felt him fully seated.

You softly begged him to move, to start, to finish, to kill you, whatever he needed to hear for him to move. He dragged his cock out inch by inch as he kissed you, swallowing every noise made, sharing all of your breath as he plunged back in, your pussy clenching around him, feeling every ridge and vein.

He rested his forehead against yours as his hips started to move faster, his arm moving under your knee to open you up more, allowing him to fuck you even deeper, his whispered words of love all you needed in this life. You felt him start to stutter, his hand dropping between your joined bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit fast and hard, needing to feel you cum with him.

You felt him stall, burying his cock deep inside as his cum painted your walls, your cunt finally clenching around him as your own orgasm hit, your cum mixing with his as you both rode out this high. You felt his breathing start to slow, his head buried in the crook of your neck as your hands rubbed his back.

He lifted his head, kissing you again, both of you spent in the best way possible with no words exchanged the entire time. You continued to kiss him breathless, both of you coming down from the most intense orgasms, your bodies entwined with your spirits and souls. Jensen reached over to his side table, opening it and pulling out the small green box.

“Marry me, Wormie,” he said as he placed the box in your hand. You felt the tears form, so absolutely in love with this man. You opened the box, instantly in love with the ring he’d picked, matching your taste perfectly. This man knew everything about you, knew your body, your heart, your soul.

You whispered a soft yes, your tears pouring down as Jake placed the ring on your finger, kissing your hand, his own tears running down his face. You two kissed, locked in this moment of bliss, the future yours as long as you were together. Jake wished now that you’d both had never left that room.

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You had finally finished at the shelter, feeling calm spread over your tired soul. Nothing soothed your troubles like taking care of your animals. It was almost time for adoption hour, so you quickly gathered Colin and Steve to head over to the cafe with you. The cafe was closed today so it was the perfect time to check on the animals and do inventory.

As the three of you headed towards the exit, you saw Jake standing on the sidewalk in front, pacing back and forth while having a conversation with himself. You stopped, torn between rage and sadness, remembering Jake often talked to himself when he had a difficult issue to work through.

You threw the door open, causing Jake to stop as he saw you heading towards him. “What the hell, Jensen? Why the fuck are you here?” You stopped in front of him, your hands clenched into fists at your side. You vaguely heard the door slam behind you followed by Colin yelling when it hit his face.

“Whoa, I am not here to fight or hurt you, I’m just here to talk,” Jake said, his hands held out in front of him. He looked over your shoulder, not missing the glare from Captain America and the douche frat boy he saw you with earlier. What the fuck was Captain America doing here? Fuck, this just kept getting worse.

“Talk about what? Why couldn’t we have had this talk ten years ago?” you said as you felt your anger spike, all of the emotions you’d thought you’d dealt with coming to the surface. “Why couldn’t we talk in the entire month that I called you after you left me? Why couldn’t we talk every time I sent you a text, or an email, or a letter? They were never returned, so I know you got them.” You felt the tears start falling, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less. “How about when I called you once a month after the first year, then once every few months, then once a year? Could we have talked when I finally took my engagement ring off, accepting and realizing you weren’t coming back?”

“Wormie, I didn’t leave you-” Jake started, sighing in frustration as Colin and Steve started walking towards you. “Can we please have this conversation without the threat of bodily harm from your bodyguards?” he asked as Steve and Colin stopped in front of you.

“What do we need to talk about, Jake?” you asked, your anger finally waning into sorrow and exhaustion. “Do we need to talk about how you left me with no explanation, no warning on the happiest night of my life? Or about how I didn’t get out of bed for months, barely eating or sleeping, or even living? Or how I finally had started to move on when you suddenly popped up again and threw my heart into the blender? What more is there to say, Jake. You fucked me, proposed to me, and then left me all alone, no explanation, all in the same day.” You wiped the tears that had escaped, your body slowly succumbing to all of the emotions you had kept hidden over the last decade.

“I didn’t fucking leave you! I heard your roommates talking to you about how you deserved better than some loser who was never going to give you the fucking life you deserved!” he yelled, his emotions finally spilling out along with everything he had wanted to tell you. “I listened to them tear me apart, over and over. Then I realized you hadn’t said anything. Not one word, just sat there listening to them. I saw your face, the worry etched in your eyes. I saw the doubt creep over as you started to listen to what they were saying. And in that moment I knew I had to do something, anything to be worthy of you. So I went with Pooch and Cougar, shipped out for basic a few days later.”

You felt Steve and Colin stir at your side the more emotional Jake became as he recounted his side to you. You turned to your friends, asking them to head to the cafe and please take care of the cats and inventory, knowing this was a conversation that was needed, no matter how much you didn’t want to have it.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, as he took another look at Jake. He’d never known the entire story, but he did know you were guarded and scared of anyone getting close to you. It had taken Colin and Steve over a year to earn a place in your life. Brat, Wanda and Doc were easier, all having been through their own trauma, allowing you to bond with the women easily. You never dated,, never even looked at men. He’d always wondered why you wore a stunning emerald ring around your neck on a chain instead of your finger, and now it made complete sense.

“I’m fine, really. Jake would never hurt me, well not physically anyway,” you said, showing Colin and Steve you weren’t scared and that this was something you needed to do. This was a long time coming, a chance you honestly never thought you would get, and now that the opportunity had arrived, you decided it was time to face it all, the good and the bad.

Steve and Colin nodded, giving you the space you needed, knowing you wouldn’t ask if you didn’t think you could handle this. You waited until your two friends had entered the cafe before you finally turned back to Jake. You saw the genuine emotion in his features even as he refused to look at you. You waited in silence, wanting Jake to continue where he had left off. After a few minutes of the quiet, Jake finally had calmed down enough to recount the story.

Hours after the proposal

You were so excited to show everyone your ring, so completely happy that your cheeks hurt from smiling. When the two of you finally came up for air, you went to share the news with your friends and roommates while Jake went to shower before meeting up with Pooch and Cougar. You held out your hand, for your friends to see, the happiness and smile on display for anyone to see. Your friends, who you would later learn were never really your friends at all, shared a look. You smile started to falter as you saw their faces, not understanding why they weren’t happy for you.

“Listen, I know you think you’re in love, and that Jensen is the one, but you’re so young,” Thing One said, her tone condescending and downright cruel. “You deserve more than what that loser can offer.” Thing One looked over at Thing Two and continued their unfair demolition of you and Jake Jensen.

“He will never be able to give you the life you deserve. He’s going to what, provide a lavish life as an IT Helpdesk specialist? Have you tried turning it off then back on?” Thing Two sneered and Thing One laughed along.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked, not sure if you were hearing things correctly or being overly sensitive. This had to be a joke, there was just no way these two women had fooled you for your entire college career. Had they always been this snotty, or did you just never spend enough time around them to see who they truly were.

“You are destined for such great things, and you deserve someone who can give you that lavish lifestyle,” Thing One replied as she moved to sit next to you. “Jake is the guy you date before you find the one. He’s the one who will teach you about wants and needs, and he will help you move on to the type of man that can provide that to you. Jake isn’t the one you marry.”

“See, once we leave this time in our life, you’ll grow and expand your horizon, and you’ll find the perfect man to give you financial security, along with plenty of play money and if you end up with kids, that’ll just secure that jackpot even more.” Thing Two sounded so superficial and vapid, making you question every interaction you’d ever shared, realizing these two were not friends, they were nothing but wolves in sheeps clothing.

“What about love? Sharing your life with the one person who understands everything about you? What about happiness at never having to go through this hard enough life alone because you’ve found the other half of who you are, the part of you that was always missing?” you questioned, completely blind sided by this entire conversation.

“Love is a kids fantasy and we aren’t children any more,” Thing One said, Thing Two shaking her head vigorously in agreement. “Love won’t pay the mortgage, the heat, the cars, the vacations. Love isn’t a true or feasible goal, it’s something poor people will hold on to because they let the dream of everything else pass them by.”

You stood up, your stomach sour, bile rising into the back of your throat. “This is the most vile and disgusting conversation I have ever had with you two. I love Jake Jensen with every cell and molecule in existence, and he loves me. He is not a loser. The only losers in this conversation are the two of you, and I pity you,” you spat, completely ignoring the looks of shock as you turned to walk away. “Love is the most amazing emotion in the world, keeping you warm, secure, and happy. The two of you will only know a man who will start cheating once your looks start to fade, trading you in for a younger woman. No amount of plastic surgery can change the fact that you have peaked, and it is only downhill from here on out.” You turned and walked into your room, completely ignoring the angry words being hurled in your direction, slamming the door in complete disgust. You threw yourself on your bed, taking out your phone to text Jensen, falling asleep as you waited for his reply. That reply would never come.

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“I heard them tell you how you deserved more, how I would never be able to take care of you, and you said nothing. Not one fucking word,” Jake accused, his voice wavering. “So I left, I went to become the man that you deserved, but when I came back, you were gone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jake?!” you screamed causing him to take a step back. “You obviously didn’t hear anything cause I absolutely defended you! I was so in love with you, I would never have let anyone change my feelings toward you.”

You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten until you watched Jake flinch from you poking his chest with each word. At this moment though, you couldn’t care less.

“I ended my friendship with them over you. I never agreed with a fucking word they said, not one, but I may as well have since you just dipped, left me with no answers, no reason, no closure. You left me! You fucking left me and didn’t say one fucking word!” You couldn’t stop the tears, finally able to process the last ten years of emotions.

“I texted you, I emailed you, I called you, I did everything right, and you still fucking left me! You broke me, Jensen. You fucking broke me!” You’d started pounding on your fists on his chest, just wanting him to hurt as much as he had hurt you. Jake grabbed your hands as you slowed down, pulling you into his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“I waited for you, I fell apart. I mourned for you every day, I was left wondering what I had done wrong. Did you not love me? Did you realize you wanted someone else? You fucking broke me, Jake Jensen, and I’ve never been whole since,” you cried as he cradled you, your face in the crook of his neck.

“I waited, I didn’t leave my bed, Jolene knew something but she wouldn’t tell me. I didn’t get out of bed for months after you left. I was a shell. I finally realized you weren’t coming back, so I got up, I went through the motions, I lived from day to day. I made friends. It took me a long time to let Steve, Colin, Brat, Doc, Wanda, and Bucky in, but they never left my side. Then ten years later, ten years after no contact, you pop back up, and now I’m back to being a shell.”

“Do you still love me? Or carry some of the same feelings still?” Jake asked quietly, his heart starting to race. “I never stopped loving you. Not once,” Jake admitted as the tears started falling.

“That’s not fair, Jake. You don’t get to break me then ask me if I still love you after I’ve slowly put myself back together.” You pulled yourself out Jake’s arms, immediately missing his warmth and comfort. “You don’t get to come back and ask about my feelings, they aren’t your concern anymore.” You pulled your chain out, running your ring back and forth across the chain, a nervous habit you’d never been able to stop.

Jake looked down, seeing the ring, and for one flicker of a second, he felt his heart soar. You still had his ring. You still wore his ring. He had a chance to prove himself and his feelings to you.

“I need time Jake, I need time.” You ran your hand through your hair, your resolve wavering just a little, but that wasn’t a road you could go down now. “How long are you going to be in town?”

Jake cleared his throat and wiped away his tears. “Uh, Clay said we have a mission here, I guess we’re going to be working with the Avengers, so we’ll be here until it’s done.”

“Well, you’ve already met Steve, and you’ll meet Brat, Doc, and Wanda soon, so good luck with that. Doc will neuter you,” you half joked, pretty sure she just might.

“Yeah, not the first time I’ve heard that, oddly enough,” Jake said. “Do you think we can talk when we get back?” Jake looked at you hopefully, giving you his soft puppy eyes you never could resist.

“I’ll think about it. Just….don’t die, we’ll talk when you get back, okay? That’s the most I can give you right now.” You kept playing with your ring before you realized that he had to have seen it by now. Tucking it back into your shirt, you smoothed your shirt and cleared your throat. “Don’t fucking die, and we’ll talk when you get back.”

“Music to my ears, Wormie. I’m coming back to you, and we will figure this all out. I never stopped loving you, haven’t dated anyone else at all, had you on my mind the entire time I’ve been gone.”

Jake threw his arms around you, and you allowed yourself to sink into his scent and warmth, as if you’d never been apart. Jake placed a kiss on your cheek and got back into his car, waving as he pulled away.

You watched his car disappear into traffic, your brain busy with everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Did you still love him? If you were being honest with yourself, you had never stopped, and that was the problem here. You turned and headed into the cafe, your mind wandering all over.

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It had been a few weeks since you had heard from anyone. You were used to Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Tony, Brat all going no contact while on missions, but now you also had Jake to worry about, and that wasn’t something you were used to. You tried to keep as busy as possible, and thankfully Tony seemed to know you needed this, and you threw all of your time and energy into it.

You worked extra hours at the shelter, working to get all of the pets up to date on their vaccinations, addressing all medical concerns, and getting all of the animals spayed or neutered. You had just returned from picking up a new intake who needed to have an eye and tail removed, a stray found in pretty bad shape and brought to you by Colin for help.

“Hey Seamus,” you said as he climbed out of the carrier, stretching his body then immediately wrapping himself around your ankles, his purr the only noise in the room. “I heard you tried to eat the techs, Seamus. We talked about this.” Seamus looked at you, turning his head to the side and meowing in response to your admonitions. “They said you were extra spicy and almost sent one to the techs to the hospital.” Seamus chuffed, walking over to inspect the food and water bowl you had set up in your office.

“Alright you little shit, let me work for a little bit, then we’ll head home.” You moved behind your desk, opening your laptop to go over the final details for the adoption benefit set to happen in two weeks. You let your mind get lost in the planning, finally not thinking about Jake or your friends.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been working, but you finally decided to give up when the words started blending and blurring together. You stood and stretched, your back and neck sore from being in the same position. Seamus looked up at you from his perch on the window in your office, annoyed at having been disturbed.

“Come on, Spicy Seamus, let’s go home.” You grabbed his harness and leash, bending over to allow him to step in so you could fasten him in. You turned and grabbed your purse, opening your door and shutting off the light as you and Seamus made your way out to your car. You opened your passenger side door, allowing Seamus to jump in. You locked his harness into the seatbelt, closed his door and made your way to the driver's seat.

You made the short trip home, you and Seamus making it inside just as the sun was rising over the horizon. Another day done with still no word from anyone. You fed Seamus, washed your face and brushed your teeth. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, your exhaustion finally catching up to you.

You slept for a few hours, your dreams restless, your subconscious returning back to Jake at every twist and turn. You woke up covered in sweat, unsure of exactly where you were, your dreams so real. You heard your phone ringing, the sound part of what woke you up so suddenly. You looked at the caller ID, your heart dropping into your stomach as you answered the call. You listened, a familiar voice coming over the line, confirming your worst fears. Jake, Steve, and Pooch were missing, having never returned from their portion of the mission. They had been missing for about two weeks, but the team stayed to look for them, only giving in when they needed to come back and replenish their supplies

You stayed still, almost scared to breathe as he talked, hoping you were still dreaming. Cougar said they were leaving again, bringing Sam, Nat, Doc, and Thor along with them, all hands on deck. Cougar promised he would call again as soon as they had any additional news, then waited for you to acknowledge the conversation before he disconnected the call.

You sat still, your phone still clenched in your hand, your body and mind slipping into shock. Seamus pranced in, jumping onto your bed and laying directly in your lap, his front paws on your chest as he purred. You finally let your emotions in, allowing yourself to fall apart as Seamus continued his comfort. You finally fell victim to your emotions, falling into another restless sleep as your nightmares continued to haunt you.

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You spent the next three days in bed, not eating, not showering, not sleeping, only getting up to feed Seamus then go back to bed. Colin received a call from Doc alerting him to the situation when no one had been able to reach you, your phone going straight to voicemail, your texts unread and unanswered.

Colin knew he had to step in when he received a call from the veterinarian you used for the shelter animals called him regarding missed appointments. Colin knew how much the animals meant to you, and with the adoption event so close, he was absolutely certain you would never miss any appointment let alone the ones needed to make these animals adoptable.

You heard the door to your apartment open but you didn’t stir. You didn’t care. All you cared about was Jake and you had lost him again, along with your best friend, maybe for good. Colin knocked on your room door before entering and sitting down next to you on the bed. You didn’t say anything, didn’t even move, barely breathing.

“I took the rest of the dogs in for their shots, the doc says they’re good to go for the adoption event. The cats are all good, Shirley has been taking care of them. The cafe is good to go, I just did inventory. Tony’s party planners are coming tomorrow, I think this is a meeting you’re going to need to take. I’m not too sure what you already had planned.” Colin finished, looking at the TV running quietly in the background, knowing you would say something when you were ready.

“I should have told him before he left,” you said after an hour or so, your voice raspy and strained from not being used. “I still wore his ring, I never stopped loving him, and I didn’t tell him. I just told him not to die, and now I may not see him again.” Your shoulders shook, sobs wracking your body as you finally allowed yourself to feel something, anything.

You turned over and looked at Colin, your tears falling freely as you finally acknowledged your friend and your emotions. Colin opened his arms, allowing you to curl up into him, your head on his chest as you sobbed, his hand rubbing up and down your back as he just allowed you to be. Your friends knew you didn’t like showing your emotion, but the few times you did, they allowed you to just work through it.

After a little bit, your tears finally stopped, your mind finally clearing a little with the release of everything you had needed and wanted to admit leaving your lips. Colin stayed silent, waiting to follow your lead in this situation.

“What time is the meeting with the planners tomorrow?” you asked Colin, as you threw the covers back and got out of your bed. You stopped, fully taking in your smell, highly upset you weren’t able to move away from it.

“They said ten in the morning, but I can move it if you need me to,” Colin replied, breathing through his mouth to not breathe in the nuclear scent wafting off you, but trying very hard not to make you feel any worse than you already did.

“No, ten will be fine. Do any of the animals need a once over before the event?” you continued as you pulled out clean clothes and a towel and headed towards your bathroom. You propped the door to hear Colin and to allow some steam to leave the bathroom as you tended to bathe in temperatures only a demon could love.

“No, barring any emergencies, but all of them are spayed, neutered, and vaccinated. Where’s my Spicy Seamus?” Colin asked as he looked for his furry friend. Colin was obsessed with Seamus even if the cat didn’t care for him whatsoever. “Ow! What the fuck, Seamus? I just tried to give you some food you grumpy ass-”

“Colin! Stop calling my cat names!” Seamus trotted over to you, as you brushed your hair, throwing a triumphant look at Colin as the man stuck his tongue out at the cat. You rolled your eyes, telling Colin how absolutely ridiculous it was for him to argue with a cat. Colin said Seamus started it.

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This was your life leading up to the day of the event. Colin was by your side, fighting with Seamus and keeping you together, the staff helping with the cafe and shelter allowing you to focus on the final details of the event.

You revealed the theme to your staff and volunteers as you made sure each one had an invite to this event. You’d decided on a theme near and dear to your heart, 90’s grunge. The decor you’d decided on was album covers from your favorite music era, the music being the same as the theme.

What you didn’t know is Tony had managed to book one of your favorite bands, a surprise he’d orchestrated before the team had left to find Jake, Steve, and Pooch. You hadn’t heard anything yet, and Colin tried to keep you as busy as possible, knowing if you slowed down, you’d sink back down into your depression hole, and Jake wouldn’t want to see that when he got back. Neither would Steve.

Colin kept in touch with Brat and Clay, getting daily updates on the progress of the rescue mission. As of his last conversation with Clay this morning, there were a few leads to follow up on, and they seemed to be close to finding their missing team. Colin didn’t tell you any of the updates, not wanting to see you spiral or get your hopes too high depending on the conversation.

Before you knew it, the day of the event had arrived. The shelter was busy hanging all of the album covers for the pets, your idea for marketing the dogs and cats. Each album was a famous cover with the pet featured as the main image, the bottom of the cover giving the biography and details of each animal up for adoption. The door between the shelter and cafe would be open, allowing patrons and possible adopters to move freely between both buildings.

After making sure every last detail was tended to, you went home and changed into your outfit: JNKO jeans with holes in the knees, a tank top with gray and black plaid flannel layered overtop, and your absolutely favorite Doc Marten Mary Janes. Your hair was pulled back away from your face, your makeup light and airy.

You heard your front door open and close, not surprising as you were waiting for Colin to come over so you both could head out together. “Hey, can you feed Seamus without him killing you this time?” you yelled out as you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You made sure you had your necklace with your ring on, not that you ever took it off, but you always checked, just in case.

“I’m almost done!” you called as you grabbed your wallet and keys, making your way into the living room. “Hey, Colin are you-” you stopped short as you took in the sight in front of you. It wasn’t Colin standing there, petting your one eyed friend, nope. That sure as fuck was not Colin. You stopped short as you watched him stand straight, your eyes not believing what you were seeing.

“Hey Wormie,” Jake said as he locked eyes with you. He stood still, waiting for you to say anything, something, but you just stood there staring at him. “I asked them not to call you, I wanted to come straight over and see you-” Jake started, trying to fill the silence before you moved.

You crossed the room, running to Jake, throwing your arms around him as your lips met his to stop his nervous rambling. You kissed him intensely, not stopping for anything. You needed Jake, needed to feel Jake, needed to know Jake was here and not going anywhere. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you over to the wall, placing your back against it as he stopped kissing you long enough for you to remove your clothes as he removed his, immediately kissing you again as he plunged into you, neither of you wasting any time.

Jake stopped, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust, his lips never leaving your skin once. “Jake, I need you,” you whispered, pleading with Jake to move as he continued kissing every bit of flesh he could find.

Jake started moving, his lips finding yours again. You kissed each other breathless, resting your foreheads against one another and panting, then kissing again, not wanting any space between the two of you. You’d been apart long enough, there wasn’t any more time to waste. Jake dropped his hand down, immediately finding your clit, rubbing expertly to bring you over the edge, his mouth swallowing your sound as you fell over.

Jake didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations as your second orgasm fell before you had finished the first, the clench causing Jake to cum, emptying himself into you as you both fought to catch your breath. You kept kissing Jake as you both came down, as if trying to make yourself believe he was really here.

“I’m here,” Jake said as he held you close, still seated inside of you, needing to know you were just as real as he was in this moment. He continued to reassure you that he was here, he was real, that this time, he was not going anywhere. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but you felt the tears running down your face.

You and Jake moved from the wall to the bathroom where you both got lost in each other again before finally cleaning yourself and him, getting dressed and making your way to the benefit hand in hand, not that everyone there didn’t know exactly what had just happened. You both wore the marks all over, but Tony was the only one to say anything at all.

“So glad you could finally make it, you disgusting humans. Please tell me you at least showered before gracing us with your presence,” Tony said, flinching and crying when you punched him in the arm. “Geez, I don’t envy you at all, Jensen.” Tony winked as you flipped him the bird as he walked away.

“I’m glad I could finally make it too,” Jake said as he kissed you again. You could finally say the same thing, your world feeling full and where it was always meant to be as you watched your friends and family enjoy themselves around you. You kissed Jake, hugged Colin, took pictures with all of the animals as they were adopted, and just started living, something you hadn’t been able to do for years. Your heart was finally home.

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Watchful Eyes

CEO!SteveRogers x Female!Maid!Reader AU

read Bucky's story here

summary: When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.

a/n: So that just happened... I don't know where it came from, but please enjoy. (Please don’t be discouraged by the word count - I promise you it’s worth it and I kindly ask you to at least try 💛)

word count: 10.8k

warnings: power differences, Steve is pining, watching someone over secret livestream (is this stalking?), women being referred to as objects (not by Steve), just so much fluff, and also angst (there is a happy ending!), smut (masturbation - m, praise kink, oral - f receiving, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, size kink, breeding kink) !MINORS DNI!

ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

“Can you start Monday?”

“I can start Monday.”

“Perfect.”

Holy fuckidy fuck fuck.

You had a job. A job that would crinkle some noses but it would pay money. Good money actually. Well, better than other offers in the branch.

It had been luck, really. Because during one drunken night, which had originally been dedicated to drowning yourself in self-pity over the last job that had let you go due to staff cuts, your friend Natasha had crashed your party with Chinese food and gossip from her workplace. She was an assistant for one of the CEO’s of Shield Protection Services. And during her lunch with Sharon, the other assistant, Sharon had complained about Steve Rogers and how he had fired the third maid this month because they, apparently, were taking pictures of his home or selling some of his things.

There might have been some talk about how picky and stuck up he could be but the important info was that Sharon was desperate at this point and had asked Nat if she knew anyone with the decency not to breach privacy and willingness to clean the CEO’s home.

The good thing - or bad thing, you weren’t sure - was, Nat knew you were desperate too. So she gave Sharon your number and before you knew it, you were an employed woman again.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was too early for you to be roaming the streets of New York, but you had gotten instructions and so you had gotten up at 6 and headed out to the address. And when you arrived, it felt as though it was the first time you blinked since the subway - you were that tired. Definitely not a morning person.

The building was huge, tall glass fronts stretching into the sky and the ride up to the penthouse took longer than your average elevator rides did.

The doors opened and revealed a beautiful open floor plan. A whole wall of windows brought natural light into the place and offered a view so breathtaking, it took you a moment to collect yourself. The place was ginormous - a lot to clean up - but seemed tidy enough to at least get started right away.

You placed your bag on the counter by the kitchen and took more of the place in when suddenly, a voice startled you.

“Who are you?” You whipped around, big eyes searching for the source until they landed on a tall man standing in what seemed to be a dining area - well, one of them at least. He had broad shoulders, neatly styled hair and one of those toothpaste smiles you only ever saw in magazines. He was wearing office attire, blue dress pants that slightly stretched over his muscled thighs, and when your head wandered back up his body, piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into your soul.

Holy Shit.

Before you stood Steve Rogers, three-time Forbes Magazine cover story, young entrepreneur turned filthy-rich hunk of a man, and CEO of the most successful security firm in this country. And he was talking to you - staring at you... waiting for an answer.

Talking, you needed to start talking, you reminded yourself.

“I’m the new maid, sir. I’m so sorry I was told to come here at 7 as you leave for work before that.”

Mr. Rogers looked at you with an unintelligible stare. Meanwhile, you were nervously wringing your hands in the doorway, looking down. You hadn’t planned for anyone important to see you today. The worn-down Fleetwood Mac shirt you didn’t mind getting bleach on hanging over some pants you pulled from the back of your closet definitely wasn’t the kind of outfit you expected to greet Steve Rogers in. Great start. This was going awful.

“Well I’m here aren’t I?” His arms folded before his chest as his eyebrow raised, impressive biceps bulging beneath the white button-up, and - damn - it was hard not to stare.

“Right. Yes. Sorry. I’ll come back later.” You turned to leave again but he stopped you.

“No need. I am on my way out.” The left corner of his mouth twitched into a cheeky grin when he grabbed his bag, left the newspaper discarded on the table, and placed his coffee mug in the sink. Interesting.

“Don’t snoop.” He whispered teasingly as he passed you, a whiff of expensive cologne paralyzing your senses and you weren’t sure if he was making a suggestion or actually warning you. That damn perfume seemed to hypnotize you.

Your eyes followed his broad shoulders until they disappeared behind the corner and then the elevator doors shut. It seemed to take all the tension from your face. You exhaled long and then began to look around some more.

The place was huge, you’d already established that. But when you found the third bedroom amongst the private office and Pool table room, you knew you had to make a weekly plan to work off. You had to give Mr. Rogers credit, though. There was rarely any clutter lying around - it wasn’t dirty per se - just had the usual dust you’d expect in a place this size with only one person living in it.

You huffed, resting your hand on your hips once you completed the tour. And then you got started.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve peered up from his computer screen when Bucky strolled through the doors of his office. A coffee in hand he had most likely tweaked from his assistant's desk on the way here, he shot a grin to his oldest friend and business partner.

“What ya doing, punk?” The brunette asked teasingly when he circled the desk and settled on the window sill behind Steve.

“Just making sure things stay in order.” He leaned back and turned around slightly, just in time to see his friend nod knowingly.

“Heard Nat got you a new maid.” Bucky dipped his chin towards the laptop still open on the desk. “That her?”

His eyes wandered to the screen where a live feed of his apartment streamed you changing his bedsheets. He hummed in agreement.

“She’s pretty,” Bucky commented before sipping his coffee again and Steve felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in his stomach. “But I bet you don’t care anyway. You’re all ‘don’t sell my stuff’ and ‘having things stolen from a security firm CEO is embarrassing’. Wouldn’t know a pretty thing like that if it climbed you.”

“Because it is embarrassing. And I highly recommend you monitor your staff to make sure they don’t do the same.” Of course, Steve knew you were ‘pretty’. Exactly his type, to be honest. He had noticed it the second you stepped into his apartment this morning. The way your hands wrung beneath you. And he had shot you a teasing remark in hopes of discovering a sassy fire in those timid doe eyes of yours. But you had stumbled over your words like a fawn.

Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Nonsense. Peggy is great - and too old to even carry anything valuable out of my place. I trust her with my life and house keys.” And then he pushed off the sill. “I think it’s time for you to get laid again. And that’s why I’m a great friend and organized dinner and drinks with Tony and Sam tonight.”

Steve fell back in his chair, hands over his eyes. “I don’t need your wing-maning me. I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious, Buck.”

“You can thank me later.” He stout towards the door. “You know... after you’ve been devoured by the pretty little waitress at the Ironbar.” Bucky winked before his face disappeared again.

Steve just huffed as his eyes landed back on the weekly report on his desk and then swayed back to his computer screen.

As unwilling as he was to admit it, it had been some time since his last late-night rendezvous. And as he saw you crawl up on his bed to place the bedsheets properly along his mattress, he felt his pants tighten slightly.

❁ ❁ ❁

“We’ll get one more round of the good stuff.”

“Of course Mr. Stark.” Tony winked and patted his waitress’s butt before she stalked away on her high heels and towards the locked glass cabinet behind the bar.

Steve had designed it himself, a fiberglass shrine-like display for ridiculously expensive liquors, only to be opened by a passcode that got regenerated every week. He watched as Betty - the young and lanky waitress - retrieved a crystal bottle of whiskey and filled four glasses with the golden liquid.

“God, I love that thing,” Tony sighed next to Steve and watched Betty with a satisfied smile.

“You better be talking about that cabinet, Stark.” Steve shook his head with a frown only to receive a wink from Tony, who was sitting closest to him at the round table.

“So...” Bucky leaned over to Steve and spoke in a hushed voice. “You see anything you like?” He gestured at the bar where Tony’s carefully picked waitresses passed with filled and emptied glasses and bottles. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts and skirts or shorts that counted just as scandalous. One could foolishly mistake this place for a Hooters if Tony hadn’t made it one of the most pristine bars in all of New York City.

It was popular amongst the clientele which mainly consisted of bored rich men that came here to get something to look at without being judged for it. But Steve wasn’t feeling the girls today. When Betty shoved her breasts in his field of view, all he could think about was how he had never gotten the idea to get his maids a uniform that catered to his... liking. And when Betty swayed her hips on her way to the bar, his thoughts became clouded by the image of you in a short little skirt, riding up just a little to tease I’m about what was hidden underneath when you kneeled on his bed to get the sheets sorted.

Steve adjusted his pants at the little flashback, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his seat.

“Oh, apparently you have...” Bucky grinned before his eyes hushed down to Steve’s crotch and back up just as fast. “Well then,” he leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Which one is it? Samatha? Tiffany? Though I think Megan is more your type.”

“Just shut up, punk.”

“Okay you don’t have to tell me me... either way, my job here is done.” He brushed his hands off fake dust and smiled smugly. “You better be in a good mood tomorrow.”

Steve just huffed and waited for Betty to come back with ‘the good stuff’ to hopefully drown out his annoying friends for the rest of the night. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. No, he would do anything for the people he chose to have in his life. The group he found himself in right now had been through thick and thin with him, stayed through his fame and fortune, and was just as supportive before it had all happened to either of them. He was happy having the guys because they built each other up and aimed for greatness - together, they were fucking invincible.

But sometimes, Steve felt a little out of place amongst Bucky and Tony. It was in situations regarding women most of all because he could never adapt the attitude to talk about them the way they did. And he never had the headspace to juggle as many as they did. He had tried the one-night stands. But he struggled to navigate the superficial pleasure maze New York City provided in masses. Because just as the ever-passing smiles on the streets, it wasn’t fulfilling enough for Steve. At least not in the way it was for his friends.

He wanted what Sam had. A partner, a family, something constant and beautiful. And that was, why he found himself asking for pictures of Sam’s kids and nephews rather than listen to Tony’s latest bed bunny endeavor whenever the conversations took a turn in that direction.

“Earth to Rogers,” Sam’s finger snapped in front of Steve’s face. “What this I’m hearing? You got a new maid? What happened to the old one?”

“She sold his stuff on Craigslist.” Bucky snorted and took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared in front of them.

“You aren’t serious.”

“I really liked that tie,” Steve grumbled into his cup.

“Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with things like that. You rich people really are a different breed.”

“You’re rich, too, Sam.”

Sam just smiled above his crystal glass, having fun with the little joke he liked to pull for ages now. He wasn’t any less successful than any of the other men at their table. But other than them, he had settled in a beautiful neighborhood - despising the concrete jungle each of the other guys lived in. His house felt like home, like a cozy place that had seen love and time and nothing like the polished and sleek man caves the rest of them owned.

“Well, anyways, my amazing assistant organized him a new one, the prettiest thing - really. But he’s refusing to see it.”

Tony chuckled. “Well, that's Rogers in a nutshell, isn’t it.”

Sam just pursed his lips and glanced over at Steve with a soft smile, ignoring the comments of the other guys. They never explicitly talked about it, but Sam was a smart man, and it would have surprised Steve, had he not already figured out that he was more of a family man than their friends were as of right now.

“To new maids that aren’t selling your clothes on the internet then.” He raised his drink and winked at Steve once their glasses clinked.

And Steve? He visibly exhaled, silently thanking Sam for pulling the tension out of their conversation.

❁ ❁ ❁

It had been a little over a week. And so far, things had been going great.

By now, you had cleaned through the entire place once and set up a plan of what to do on which day. You weren’t surprised it actually took a full 6 days to cover every single room in Mr. Rogers’s apartment. You had already figured out which tasks were going to be your favorite and which weren’t. Like his bedroom. You liked doing that. Because even though the sheets were a bitch to get on the ginormous bed, you kind of liked the smell the room had. His pillows smelled of the cologne you couldn’t forget ever since the man had brushed past you on your very first day.

You were pretty sure you would never forget that since your knees literally felt like giving in at that moment.

Today, it was bedroom day. That and the on-suite.

With a smile on your face, you entered the apartment on the top floor, each day secretly hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the CEO before he took off to work. But even though you tried to arrive ten minutes earlier (you really couldn’t spare any more sleep for your own good), the first day remained an exception in Mr. Rogers’s daily schedule.

You placed your bag on the stool at the open kitchen island, changed into some other shoes, and headed for the supply closet. Despite the size of the place, you actually got around pretty easily. Mr. Rogers was a very organized and neat man - you’d noticed that the first and only time you met him. So things were almost always where you’d think they would be. Which made your job just that much easier. But also prevented you from the advised ‘not snooping’ you desperately wanted to do.

You knew better though.

People like Steve Rogers probably had cameras installed in this place. And you would certainly not go and rummage through his underwear drawer after he had personally told you not to. Who knows what strings powerful people like him could pull. So, for the sake of not waking up on a cargo ship to Madagascar one day, you restrained yourself as much as possible.

Of course, you didn’t stop your eyes from wandering whenever you swept the shelves in his walk-in closet or closed the drawers in his office space. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And this girl had a nosy best friend on her back that wanted to know every little detail of her new job... and was also way too invested in celebrity gossip.

Though, as always, there was nothing out of the ordinary today - there never was. Sure, it was still exciting to see how the filthy rich lived but other than that, no scandalous collection of women’s underwear, or drug lord papers lying around. You started to believe that Steven Grant Rogers was a very boring man. Not that you could properly judge in your position, seeing as you did not really know him, but the whole being in his home seemed a little too intimate not to do so.

So that day you finished the tasks for the day, packed your stuff, and made your way back home, hoping to see him in the morning or to at least find something more interesting than dust in his home.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve greeted the concierge of his building when he entered the marbled entree hall. With a little frown and a look at his watch, the man greeted him back before he resumed his work.

Yes, Steve was home earlier than usual. He regularly stayed even longer than his original work schedule intended. Today, however, he was home even earlier. But after another banter with Bucky about Steve’s non-existent sex life, he couldn’t imagine making it past five in the same building as his persistent best friend. So, he fled the office and decided to work through the rest of his papers at home.

Of course, Steve knew that Bucky only wanted the best for him. But the ways he tried to approach the supposed bothersome loneliness Steve had in his bed just weren’t for Steve. Those might have worked on Tony - hell, Tony probably invented setting his friends up with one-night-stands - but not on Steve.

He huffed and swiped some loose hairs from his forehead as the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened to the window front of his penthouse apartment and Steve stepped over the threshold, immediately stopping in his tracks when he took in the scene before him.

The vacuum was running while you were kneeling on the floor, wiping up some water he only assumed came from the vase missing next to his sofa. He would have found it rather amusing if it weren’t for the way you carried yourself today. Something wasn’t right.

Steve knew that you weren’t usually this messy - that much he could tell from the livestream that had become a constant in his office by now. Your head hung low, your motions hurried and sloppy. He watched as you swiped the floor, one of your sleeves constantly slipping down your arm again until you angrily pushed it up further than necessary.

It was worrisome.

He couldn’t place the feeling he felt in his chest when he sat his briefcase down and approached you from behind. His foot carefully turned off the vacuum and then he stood still, careful not to startle you when you finally looked up at him.

He could see it in your eyes then. The panic, the uncertainty, and something else he hadn’t seen in them before.

You looked around you as if you were seeing the mess for the first time and when Steve was still watching you with an arched brow after a minute of silence, you suddenly sprung up to your feet.

“I am so Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t realize it was this late already.” You turned a full 360 until your eyes landed on his again. “I’ll have this cleaned up in no time and I'll be out of your way. I promise.”

Steve watched as you scrambled to gather the vacuum cord, struggling with it when it didn’t immediately snap back into the caster. “The subway was stuck in a tunnel for an hour because some guy decided to pull the emergency break for fun. And then this lady passed out next to me and when the fire department finally got us out and the paramedics packed her in the ambulance, I realized that I still had her purse.” You finally got the cord in turning so fast that the wet rag in your hands sprayed some water on Steve. “And do you know how difficult it is to find out which hospital they’re taking people? Because it’s so much more difficult than it looks in the movies. I didn’t know that! And then it was almost 10 a.m. when I got here. I am so sorry. This won’t happen again I promise-“

“Hey,” Steve finally stepped forward and caught your flailing hands with his and it shut you up. “It’s alright.” He spoke softly, guiding your hands down and proceeding to carefully stroke your arms down. “Are you okay? Do you need a day off?”

Your doe eyes stared up at him, round and shiny as if you couldn’t believe he was actually standing in front of you. And Steve had to admit, besides the concern breezing through his body, your face was capturing up close. He traced your lashes with his gaze, the way your lips were parted slightly, your teeth showing past your upper lip, and the way your eyebrows were raised in shock.

“No... no, I’m fine.” You finally stammered and it made Steve relax a little.

“Then take a breath for me, please.” You nodded and Steve watched as your shoulders moved when you inhaled with your eyes closed. It shook Steve out of his trance. He cleared his throat and retreated his hands from your arms, awkwardly standing up a little straighter now that there was no excuse to touch you anymore.

You were fine - that’s what you had said. But you didn’t quite seem that way.

He watched as you opened your eyes and gifted him a small smile. Then your gaze dew to the floor and the mess you were standing in. Your smile turned awkward.

“I’ll clean this up real quick and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Steve shook his head with a smile. Maybe this was a nice opportunity to do as Bucky had suggested. It was true, Steve hadn’t been interested enough before. Had he taken more time to know his former maids better, he could have probably prevented his things from being stolen and sold. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Bucky had meant by ‘interested’, but Save decided it would do for now. “You can do what you need to and you can take as much time as you need to. I’ll be in my office for some time, so please don’t rush. I didn’t mean to freak you out by coming home earlier.”

His arms reached up to scratch the back of his neck and your eyes landed on his bicep. Those damn doe eyes. “O- okay.”

He nodded, buried his hands in his pockets, gifted you a tight-lipped smile, and then proceeded to grab his briefcase and disappear into his office at the end of the hall.

After some time, he heard the vacuum pick back up. Steve peaked through his open office door and caught a glimpse of you roaming his living room every now and then. It was relieving to know that you were functioning again. You had him worried for a second there - a feeling the successful CEO hadn’t welcomed in a hot minute. But it was kind of nice, made him feel a little more human than usual. So he didn’t mind having you work while he was home. On the contrary, actually, even though he had a huge stack of papers to go through, having to do them with a little bit of white noise was much more efficient than he had thought. He liked it when the occasional sound of items being set down snook its way to his office just to be interrupted by the vacuum again. And before he knew it, the workload he had taken home with him today, was worked through.

Steve made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Though, as he waited for the machine, he found himself leaning against the counter and watching you work in front of him. You were currently bent over the sofa, arranging the cushions after shaking them out, your shirt riding up ever so slightly and exposing a strip of skin on your back.

The fresh grounding of coffee beans covered the way Steve gulped loudly at the sight of you in front of him. This was definitely different than watching on his laptop screen. He felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he imagined walking up to you and just taking you from behind. Your face would press into the pillows as he would easily push into you, hearing your drawn-out moans through the cushions.

He couldn’t help himself, you were just so pretty.

The smell of coffee drew Steve back to reality. It wasn’t that simple. Because Steve wanted you to want him as well. But you didn’t know him well enough yet.

You pulled the vacuum around the corner and seconds later the sound of the storage room door closing echoed through the apartment. You walked back into the living room, adjusted the book on his coffee table, and then looked at your work with your hands on your hips. It was kind of cute to watch, Steve had to admit.

“Well done,” Steve praised and your shoulders jerked in surprise.

“Woah, didn’t see you there, Sir.” You relaxed again and then moved to change your shoes, before packing the other pair in your bag. You looked like you were about to leave, but Steve didn’t want that.

“Would you like some coffee?” He offered and turned to grab the mug that was just filled with the steaming hot beverage.

But you shook your head, raising your hands. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m sure you’ve got work to do...”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it were an inconvenience.”

You looked down and nodded, which made Steve smile and hand you the cup. Your hands encased it like it was a cold winter's day, timid looks roaming the room and landing everywhere but him.

“You seem uncomfortable,” he tried, cautious not to intrude.

“I’m not. It’s just that... I’m not used to,” you gestured around the kitchen, “all this.”

“I know it sounds stupid but sometimes I feel the same.” Steve took in the high ceilings and shiny surfaces, the expensive paintings and furniture he had no part in picking out.

You just stared at him again before nodding and averting your eyes once more. It seemed like you were holding back, but Steve didn’t feel like he was in the position to ask. So he just had to do with your fleeting glances and diffident presence. It was fine for now. Though he didn’t know if he could actually stand it for long.

“You got this job through Bucky’s assistant, right?”

“Natasha, yes. She’s my best friend.” Your eyes lit up and Steve celebrated the little victory in silence. He had finally found something to talk about with you.

“How long have you known each other?” He took a sip of his own coffee, acting indifferent, though his gaze hung on your lips.

“We’ve been friends since high school. But then we went to different colleges and for a moment, we lost contact. But when I called her after graduation, we reconnected. We coincidentally both moved to New York. It’s nice to have her back.”

“That does sound nice. I know a thing or two about reconnecting with old friends.” Steve smiled reminiscent.

“Right, your business partner. Mr. Barnes.” You set your mug down when Steve shot you a surprised look. “Sorry, but it’s hard not to know things about you when every tabloid in the country has covered your story.”

Steve nodded, being reminded once again how different his life was now. Not that he didn’t appreciate it... it just used to be simpler.

“Yes, Bucky is my oldest friend... we’d lost contact in-between as well. Now we spend so much time together, I sometimes wish it was that way again.”

“You don’t mean that,” you laughed and Steve swore it was the prettiest he’d ever heard.

“Of course not.” He set his cup down once he noticed that you had finished your coffee and had grabbed your bag from the stool.

“I should go,” you smiled sadly and Steve just nodded with a similar expression on his face. Then he pushed off the counter and walked you to the elevator. He caught your small wave before the doors closed, leaving his stomach feeling warm and fuzzy.

This was definitely new.

❁ ❁ ❁

The next week was pure torture.

Steve couldn’t work from home like he had wanted to. He also couldn’t go to work later to at least catch a ‘good morning’ from you.

It had only lasted a couple more days. He had managed to trap you for a conversation with coffee two times after the first one and then it all went downhill from there.

Steve’s work seemed to pile up in unusual amounts of papers on his desk. His e-mails and meetings were longer than ever and his frustrations built with every new message Sharon redirected to his phone.

It wasn’t until Bucky pointed out how unusually grumpy he was, that Steve realized, he missed you. How could that have happened? He barely knew you and talked to you even less than that. But he knew he was missing you. Because as silly as it sounded, the time he spent with you, he was more relaxed than ever before.

“I’m headed home, now. Do you need anything before I go?” Sharon popped her head through the door of Steve’s office after the knock she placed there.

Steve just sighed as he closed one of a dozen tabs on his computer. Then he shook his head. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early!” She beamed and Steve just waved her off.

The door fell shut once again and Steve moved to close a second tab. The one open beneath was the video footage of his home. It was paused because Steve had categorized it as ‘not suited for work’ once he saw you climb on his bed to straighten out the sheets and his dick reminded him just how deprived he really was.

Looking at the paused video now, his pants tightened again. There you were, on all fours on his bed, tugging the sheet under the headboard side of his mattress - ass up and struggling. Fucking hell.

His hand instinctively moved to his crotch to relieve some tension and then his eyes fell to his office door. Sharon had gone home. He was likely the only one left. His gaze wandered back to his computer screen and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

He groaned lowly at the feeling spreading through his body, the image on his screen just intensifying the scenarios he usually imagined when he got himself off. Because now they had your face. And your perfect body. If he squinted at the screen, he could actually see a sliver of your underwear peaking out the top of your pants.

“Jesus Christ,” He pushed through his teeth when his hands worked to open his belt and pulled his rock-hard length out. He was already leaking from the angry red tip.

His thumb grazed over his sensitive flesh, spreading the beads of precum and his whole body shivered when he imagined you doing it instead. His knees spread further apart in his office chair as he squeezed the base of his cock, concentrating on his breathing to slow. And then, without thinking, his other hand moved to play the video.

Steve’s eyes never left the screen as he watched you tug the sheets tight. Your ass bounced up and down with the motion and he began to pump his shaft, imagining pushing into you from behind. Then you crawled back slowly, careful not to pull the sheet off again, but one corner came loose anyway. As you leaned forward, your new position seemed even more obscene - with your arms stretched forward and your ass still slightly lifted off the mattress.

Steve’s fist pumped harder up and down his cock, he was panting. He could already feel the orgasm building. His balls were on the edge of bursting - but he wanted to hold out a little longer.

For a second, his gaze jumped to the little speaker icon at the bottom right corner of his screen. His right hand still pumping with a tight grip, the left moved to slightly turn up the volume on the stream.

Just then, you released a frustrated groan, followed by a throatier, softer noise that could almost be mistaken for a moan and Steve lost it. His fist stroked his thick cock in hard fast motions, the tingle in his body building with every heavy breath you released. His thumb grazed over his tip when you fell forward like a fawn and it was enough to make him burst.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the chair. With a last firm push, he tumbled over the edge, squeezing his flesh as he felt the hot ropes of cum cover his hand. His heart beat in his ears once the ecstasy subsided, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Steve stared at the ceiling, sighing in defeat. He was in deep now.

❁ ❁ ❁

“So... how’s it going?” Nat’s voice rang through your speaker and you pressed your phone a little harder to your ear to hear her over the street noises.

“It’s going really good. I don’t see him that often but he’s not messy at all, so it’s really not that bad.”

“Good, I’m glad!” Nat cheered on the other end of the line and you could hear her computer keys clicking beneath her fingernails. “Anything you wanna tell me?” Her tone was suggestive, and you kind of hated how well she knew you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on, we’re stating the obvious here. He’s hot!”

“Nat!” You gasped appalled. “I’m not going around asking you if you think your boss is hot.”

“Why not? I'm not ashamed to admit it. My boss is hot,” she stated plainly and shorty after a distant ‘You got that right, doll!’ was heard through your speaker.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, watching around you as if anyone could hear what Nat was saying.

“So...?”

“Okay, yes he’s super hot and I wish he would just grab me with his big muscled arms and kiss the life out of me every time I see him. Are you happy now?”

“Yes, very.”

You waved at the concierge when you reached Mr. Roger’s apartment building and then stepped into the elevator. “Good. I can’t believe I just made me say that out loud.”

“We both know it’s true. No shame in a little crush.” You could practically hear her grin through the phone and it just annoyed you even more. How could she call you out when she was a mile away?

“Great, now I’m actually imagining kissing him and running my hands down his chest,” You huffed as the elevator door opened and turned the corner just to stop in your tracks.

“I knew it!”

“Nat, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, but-“ and then you ended the call as your eyes were glued to the kitchen counter.

You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving where they had landed upon your arrival. There, on the polished black marble, stood a vase with a beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers traced the colorful petals, and you leaned in to smell them. This was so sweet! A little giddiness shot through your body at the sight of the flowers. You’d never expected them from Mr. Rogers and it was nice to be appreciated.

Feeling excitement all over, your fingers reached for the little white card lodged between a eucalyptus branch. But when you turned it over, all of it fell like someone had turned on gravity again.

Happy one month!

Your mind repeated the words over and over again until they registered.

Happy one month.

You dropped the card and it made a dull clicking noise on the counter. How could you have been so naïve? Nat had put this stupid haze in your brain, getting you all giddy and excited. Of course, he had a fucking girlfriend. How could he not? He was Steve fucking Rogers.

You needed to take a step back and breathe. Those were a few too many emotions to feel in the early morning for you. Now you even felt guilty about wanting to run your fingers down his body. God, you’d even said it out loud - how embarrassing!

“Okay, girl. Relax. Nobody heard,” you reminded yourself out loud. And then you took a deep breath with your eyes closed.

“It’s not embarrassing if nobody saw. I’m the only one that can decide the level of awkwardness here.” Maybe stop talking to yourself then. You nodded and carefully placed the card back in the bouquet.

“This never happened,” you whispered, more so to ensure yourself. “Just move on with your day.”

Thank god it wasn’t kitchen day - you wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of those flowers any longer.

With your shoulders pulled back and your head held high, you made your way to the supply closet and got to work.

It’s just another day. You reminded yourself when you pulled your cleaning supplies out and into the office.

Just like any other day...

❁ ❁ ❁

Boy, had you never been any more wrong.

Your phone rang at 7.30 that evening. You had already made yourself comfortable on your sofa, ready to binge a whole season of Gilmore Girls, after a successful day of pretending you hadn’t gotten the biggest turn-down of the century this morning. You had finished your cleaning plan, you had gone grocery shopping, bought yourself some own damn flowers, and even showered all before the sun had set.

But now your phone rang and the caller ID could not mean anything good.

“Hello?”

“Good evening!” Your name echoed through the speaker of your phone, a - for your taste - way too cheery woman on the other end. “I am very sorry I have to call so late. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“That’s alright, what do you need?” You bit your lip nervously, only dreading the next words of Mr. Rogers’s assistant.

“Well, actually it is not I that needs anything. Mr. Rogers requested for you to see him. Is that possible?”

“What? When?”

“Now would be amazing.” Your eyes widened at her words. Mr Rogers wanted to see you and it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? You must have done something horribly wrong. Oh, god, had he noticed you messed with the flowers? Had he seen you sniff his pillows? All possible scenarios of wrongdoing swarmed your head when you sprung up and bolted for your closet.

“I can be there in thirty minutes,” you hurried through the speaker just to receive a satisfied hum from the other end.

“Amazing! Thank you so much.”

She had hung you before you could even answer. It didn’t matter. You looked through your clothes, trying to decide what an appropriate ‘getting fired’ outfit would consist of - probably no sweatpants, so you could find the closest bar and drink your sorrows away in connection to the dreaded talk.

You pulled out something, you could see yourself crying in and headed for the door.

❁ ❁ ❁

8.00 pm on the dot, the elevator doors opened to reveal a beautiful New York Skyline. Unfortunately, you neither had the headspace, nor the time to appreciate it properly. As soon as you turned the corner you saw Mr. Rogers casually leaning on the kitchen island.

Instantly, you felt intimidated. He had never done anything to make you feel scared or in danger, but his mere presence was so powerful, you didn’t quite know how to act around him. Especially, because on top of it all, he was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“What did I do?” It just sprung out of you, your arms wanted to hug your body but you willed them still. He didn’t need to see how worried you really were.

To your surprise, however, his face scrunched up in amusement instead. He pushed himself off the counter and gestured towards the flowers still standing proud on that polished marble top.

“You forgot your flowers.”

“My... my flowers?” He nodded with a small frown, probably confused by your reaction. And to be honest, you were too.

“Yes... I got you flowers. You’ve officially been working here for a month. That’s a record.” He shook his head with a chuckle and then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m... very picky.”

His eyes met yours and a whole new wave of uncertainty washed over you. You didn’t miss the hesitation in his tone, the carefully chosen wording for something he didn’t exactly say.

“So, I’m not fired.” God, why did it take so long for you to register. You just looked so stupid right now.

“On the contrary.” Mr. Rogers took a step closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. “I think I can trust you. I’m very pleased with your work. You deserve them.”

“I do?” You looked up at him with big eyes when he took another step closer. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up now that he was so near.

“Can I trust you?”

His chest would almost touched you, if you were to breathe any heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat when the faint remains of his perfume reached your nose. It was as intoxicating - the way his eyes stared down at you - intense and looming. “Ye- Yes.”

“Good.” His voice was a raw timbre. His gaze drifted to the side, where his hand slowly reached up to lay on your shoulder. You felt warm and tingly from the touch.

Not knowing what to do exactly, you just held your breath and stared up at his eyes. They were so blue - and up close, they were so much more captivating than any magazine photograph could ever display.

You wanted to touch him, reach out, and pull him down towards you, but he had just told you he trusted you. Were you really going to risk this perfectly good job for a heated moment?

His other hand came up to graze your cheek with a careful touch and the worry of losing your job suddenly became very small. Mr. Roger’s hands were warm, his fingers almost hot even compared to your heated face.

So you did it. Your hand reached forward and landed on the top of his chest, one of them traveled down the hard plane of his torso while the other clawed at his shirt collar. His thumb traveled to your lower lip, pulling it down and then stroking over the soft flesh, touching your teeth as well.

Guided by the heat traveling through our body, your right hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him down and onto your lips. The blonde man jerked forward until his mouth crashed onto yours, immediately moving in perfect sync with yours.

Your insides were tingling from the kiss when you felt his lips pull into a smile. His big hands roamed your body until they snook around your back, pulling you flush against his body and making you sigh contently.

Mr. Rogers chuckled and then kissed you deeper. His touch was everywhere, yours too. Your mind was free of anything that wasn’t the tall, built, blonde man in your arms as soon as his tongue traced your bottom lip - asking for you to let him in. And you did just that. When he began to explore your mouth, you melted even further into his embrace.

No man had ever kissed you like that. Which was why you dreaded the moment you had to pull away for air.

Your hand landed on his cheek, thumb softly stroking his beard, eyes locked with his.

“You’re very good at this.”

He just chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Up.” He demanded, suddenly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if you weighed nothing.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm gonna show you how good I am at this.”

Then he set you down on the bed and pushed you back until your head hit the comforter. His scent, the one you’d secretly been craving ever since you started working here, engulfed you like a big blanket. He stood above you, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you like a wild animal. But you weren’t scared.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His lips attached to your collarbone, sucking and licking bruises to your skin until you moaned beneath him and your hands clung to his hair. “I’ve been watching you,” he murmured to your neck and a shiver traveled down your spine.

“I knew it,” you gasped when he reached a spot behind your ears that sparked more pleasure. The thought of him spending his day watching you made you all excited and impatient.

“The way you stumble about this place when you clean it... How do you navigate the world being this clumsy, Bambi?” A whimper escaped you at the nickname he chose for you. “You need somebody to take care of you, huh.”

You arched your back to brush up against him. His hard cock was already straining his pants, pressing into your own deliciously. “Ah, yes.”

“Don’t worry, Bambi, I’m right here. I’ll take real good care of you.” His fingers traveled down your body until they reached the hem of your jeans and began to tug on them.

You pulled him down to your lips once more, guiding his head back to that spot behind your ear that had you squirming on the sheets. “So needy.”

His voice was so low and husky now, you barely noticed he had already worked your pants open and halfway down your legs. You kicked them off the rest of the way and arched yourself back against him just to have him grind down on your core.

“Feel so good, so big,” you mumbled through the haze you already found yourself in. God, what was it with this man - he was out of this world.

“You can’t wait any longer, can you, Bambi?” His hands moved beneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts. “But I get it. I don’t wanna wait any longer, either.”

In a swift motion, he had you flipped on your stomach, his hands traveling to your hips to pull you on all fours in front of him. Then the bed dipped and you felt his fingers press to your soaked underwear. He rubbed the drenched fabric over your entrance, only driving you wild with need when his fingers reached higher to your clit. “So pretty.”

“I need you,” you whined, “need you so bad.”

“Believe me, I need you too.” He pulled the black lace over the curve of your ass and you felt the cool bedroom air hit your wet core, only making you shiver once more.

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that.” You could only whimper in response when his hand pushed your head into the comforter and his face suddenly pressed into your pussy from behind.

“Oh, god.” A yelp escaped you as his tongue teased at your entrance, only to be pulled back to lick a long strip from your clit back to it. His hand massaged your cheeks and the constant moaning to your core shook you from the inside out.

“This isn’t enough, is it, Bambi?” He dragged a strong finger up your spine. “You need me to fill you all the way up, don’t you? Need me to mark you, show everyone you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, fill me up, give it all to me. Fuck me and make me yours.” You were so desperate at this point. His mouth had you squirming and aching for the promising bulge beneath his pants and you couldn’t wait to feel him raw - you’d let him do anything.

You turned your head and watched as he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock sprung free from its restraints and your breath hitched in your throat. He was thick and long, a prominent vein running along his side up to his tip, pink and already decorated by a bead of precum. Of course, Steve Rogers had a pretty cock. What wasn’t perfect about him?

“You’re so wet already, Bambi. So ready for my fat cock, aren’t you? You’ll suck me right in, I just know it.”

“Please! I wanna feel all of you.” Another whimper got swallowed by the mattress when you waited in anticipation for him to finally fuck you.

His one hand grabbed your ass and the other aligned his cock with your entrance. You could feel his head already breaching, a delicious stretch sending shocks through your body in hot and cold waves of pleasure.

He groaned lowly and it sent shivers down your spine. “Relax, baby girl. You’re so tight. You’ll be so stuffed with me.”

“I need you de-. I- ah just please!”

He worked himself forward with small rocking motions, each time reaching a little deeper into your core and when you thought he was finally all the way in, he pushed even further until your ass was pressed flush to his thighs.

You screamed into the covers and reached for something to grasp when he groaned behind you. “Gripping me like a vice, Bambi. Are you gonna be able to take it?” He shivered behind you and you could tell he was struggling to hold still until you answered him.

“I can take it. Your big cock feels so good inside me. Oh, god, please move.”

“Fuck.” Wet noises filled the room when he drew back almost all the way, just to slam back into you. In this position the curve of his cock stroked your walls perfectly, making it hard to hold back the building orgasm.

“I’m so close already, sir. I’m-”

“Fucking call me Steve,” he roared and pushed your face further into the covers. “You gonna come? Gonna squeeze my cock with your pretty little pussy already, huh?”

You could only whimper in response, the steady stroke of his body clouded your mind until you felt like you were floating.

“I-“Another scream ripped through your speech when the pleasure exploded within you. Steve slowed his motions, seemingly unable to move with the way your muscles contracted around him. And when the pulsing pleasure lessened after what felt like minutes, he picked his pace back up again.

“That was so sexy. You gonna do that again for me? I’m so fucking close.”

His hand reached around you and began to massage your clit in tight little circles and your body lifted off the bed. Steve had pulled you up flush against his chest and watched his hand work on your clit over your shoulder.

“’S too much! Ah!” You were still pulsing around his cock with every circle he traced on your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver.

“You’re doing so good, Bambi. You can give me another. Milk my cock dry.” He kissed your neck and bit your skin. “So fucking beautiful, how’d I get so lucky?”

“Steve!” You felt another wave of pleasure approaching, just for his fingers to still on your clit, his hand now pressing into your stomach.

“I’m almost there, baby. Hold it a little longer.” His face fell into your neck and you could feel his cock twitch inside you while his hot breath licked down your shoulder. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so.”

“I don’t know if I-“

“Yes, you can!” Steve pushed you until you fell onto all fours again and then guided your hips to meet his hard strokes. His movements became frantic and fast, making you lose your mind.

“I’m gonna fill you to the brim, Bambi. Make you drip with my cum for days. You’re mine.”

“Steve! Steve!” You couldn’t hold it any longer, it was too much. He was so big, and his movements so fast, there was no way you were lasting any longer.

“Wait. Almost there.”

“I can’t. I can’t! I’m- Oh my god!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.” With one last hard slam, Steve shot his hot seed in your pussy. Your walls clenched with every lewd sound he pushed through his heavy breaths. “Cumming so much for you, Bambi. All for you. Uhnggghh.” He rutted into you a couple more times and once the intense feeling faded into lazy pulses, he fell forward and pulled you into his chest.

Still buried deep within you, Steve pulled the covers over your bodies. Every little movement made you squirm and your pussy clench down again, drawing small grunts from the man behind you.

“You did so good.” His hand stroked over your hair and his face nuzzled into your shoulder. “Now, rest. You deserve it.”

And with that, you let your body fall into its well-needed sleep - warm, content, and without a care for the morning.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve woke up to the sound of his alarm. He smiled before he opened his eyes, his mind still reminiscing the night before. He felt warm and content at the thought of it. Your kiss was like nothing else.

He felt around his bed blindly after turning off the alarm only to be met by a cold mattress. Opening his eyes, he called out your name and sat up in bed. But when no answer sounded from his apartment, he got up and looked for you. After a few minutes of searching, he was sure you weren’t there. And it worried him. He had planned to order you breakfast. He wanted to talk about last night. He wanted to tell you how much it had meant to him.

A look at the clock on his wall made him frown. Maybe you’d gone home to change for work. He decided to wait and get to work a little later today. It would all resolve itself, Steve was sure.

But when seven rolled around, there was no sign of you. And even after another 25 minutes, there was no indication you’d show up soon. Steve really couldn’t push his time anymore. There was a lot of work waiting for him at the office. So he got up and grabbed his briefcase, only to be interrupted by his phone.

“Good morning, Sharon.”

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. I’m just calling to let you know your maid just called in sick.”

“What? Until when?”

“She didn’t say. But she’ll call when she is better.”

“Do you know what she has?”

“I believe that’s private. Mr. Rogers.”

Steve just hummed absentmindedly. His brain already playing all the possibilities in his head.

“Would you be so kind so send me her number?” He asked almost hesitantly, but still demanding enough for Sharon to agree right away.

“Of course, one second.” And then his phone pinged with a message from his assistant.

“Thank you.” Sharon just hummed in response and then she hung up the phone, ever the busy assistant he knew her as.

Steve didn’t hesitate to call you right away. With every peep. His heart hammered faster in his chest. And when he was about to give up, a familiar rustling rang through his speaker.

“Hello?”

Steve took a second to breathe and then he said your name - steady but careful.

“Mr Rogers,” you sounded surprised, and Steve tried to suppress the sting in his heart at the sound of his last name. You had called him Steve just last night. Why’d you stop?

“Yes... I heard you’re sick. Do you need anything?” He cringed the second he said it. You obviously didn’t want anything from him given that you had fled from his apartment before he even woke up this morning.

“No, no. I’m good thank you.” There was an awkward tension in the static connecting the two of you. But Steve didn’t understand where it came from. Had you not enjoyed last night. Had he only imagined the affection you gifted him then?

“Well... I hope you are able to come back soon.”

You huffed into the phone. “Uh, yes. Okay.”

“Alright, then. I’ll see you.”

“I’ll see you.”

And then the line went dead. And Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that you had sounded a lot colder than before...

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve had taken the next day off. His mind was too occupied to work, anyway. He had caught himself glimpsing at his video feed several times that day, even though he knew you weren’t going to show. He guessed, somehow that you would appear anyway. It didn’t happen of course.

So today, Steve had to learn to do nothing. That included not thinking of you as well. Because as much as the thought of you distracted him from work, not working wasn’t exactly the best move to get rid of his thoughts.

First, he had tried to stay in bed until 6. That was hard enough. Then, he worked out a bit, read an article, made a smoothie - okay he ordered one - and then he sat on his sofa watching as the clock above his fireplace ticked to 7 a.m.

It was ridiculous. If every hour would pass this slowly, he’d go insane.

His fingers taped on his thigh as he watched the seconds hand tick. He had to do something, anything.

The moment this thought passed his mind, he heard the elevator door ‘ding’ at his level. And before he could even turn around, your bag hit the ground with a loud thud.

Steve stood up straighter, adjusting a tie he was not wearing, but the motion had become a habit. He was excited you’d shown up - visibly well and healthy that was.

You stared at him for a solid minute and neither of you said a word. Your stare was unintelligible to Steve. He had to admit, that he didn’t know you well enough to read into your silent conversation yet, but he wanted to - he wanted to so badly.

His hands moved to clasp in front of him and then he cleared his throat, but as he was about to say something, you moved past him, straight to the supply closet, and then disappeared into his guest bedroom.

He followed you before he could tell his feet to stop, halting in the doorway of the room and watching as you dusted off the tall shelves above the sideboard.

“What are you doing?” His voice was higher than he anticipated.

“I’m working,” you answered bluntly, moving to the next object to dust off.

“Why?” Steve had promised to provide for you just the other night. And, yes, while he might have been hazy from the incredible pleasure you had created, he had meant every word.

You suddenly turned to him with an angry stare. “I’m working because, unlike other people, I can’t just do whatever I want and not deal with the consequences,” you spat and then turned around again. The dusting motion turned a little more aggressive and Steve felt a cold shiver run down his back. Feisty.

Though, Steve couldn’t quite place your anger. Had he said something to offend you? How did the other night play into any consequences and why the hell were you working still? You’d said it yourself, you wanted to be his. And that was all he ever wanted. It just didn’t make sense.

Steve didn’t move. He just stood there like an idiot and watched you work your anger away on the poor dusty decorations of his home. You obviously didn't want to talk to him and he had no idea what to say to you. So he just watched... and watched until at least ten minutes had gone by.

You were at a completely different corner of the room by now, trying to grab a book to dust off, but couldn’t quite reach. Steve had been standing in the doorway this whole time so he just assumed he was blocking your way to a ladder. But he took it as an opportunity instead.

In three Long strides, he had walked up to you, reached for the item you stretched toward, and handed it to you. And for a second there, he could see those doe eyes return to your face, staring up at him.

Maybe he had misread the situation after all because your gaze drew him in again. He slowly closed his eyes before he could reach your lips, excitement rising in his veins when he thought back to the feeling of your lips on his–

*smack*

His eyes shot open when your hand collided with his cheek, a fire flickering in your eyes that made him take a step back, holding his heated skin.

“You don’t have to mock me, okay?! I know it’s embarrassing and it’s stupid what we did, so please don’t make this more difficult.”

“What?” Steve was baffled, hurt.

It was stupid what we did. Your words echoed in his mind until your voice penetrated the mantra.

“Just leave me alone. Don’t you have work to do?”

He shook his head with an aching heart. You really had no idea. You thought he had used you, made you a bed bunny like Tony or Bucky would - he’d never do that. “I called in sick. I was so... forget it.”

You resumed cleaning and Steve just stood in your way watching. His chest stung with every second he spent with his eyes glued to you, knowing what you thought of him. He couldn’t stand it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, much less convey he’d only use you.

“Can I ask you a question?” You ignored him, but he could see your movements stagger for a second. “Do you really regret what we did?”

Then you paused, your eyes trained to the surface in front of you. When you finally looked at him, Steve could see the tears shimmering in them.

“No,” you whispered softly, Steve had almost missed it had his heart not skipped a beat.

He instinctively stepped closer to you again, though cautious not to scare you away. He’d come this far and didn’t want to mess it all up again. “Then why are you ignoring me?”

“I'm not ignoring you.” It shot out of you like a bullet. You sighed, took another breath, and set the duster down. “We don’t know each other. We live in completely different worlds. There is not one scenario in which we could exist together as anything more than... this. I know that now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re you and I’m just the maid.” You gestured to Steve and then yourself and Steve hated the way you degraded yourself just because he had a couple dollars more in his bank account. It wasn’t right.

He shook his head, his hand reaching out to you but dropping just before he could actually touch you, curbing into a soft fist instead. “And what if I told you that you are much more to me than that?” Now he finally dared to lay his hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could come closer to you and still stare into your eyes. “I like you. And the night– ever since you came into my life, my days seem just so much less dull.”

He smiled with shiny eyes, afraid your silence would last forever. “Please say something, Bambi.”

“You like me?” There was awe and disbelief in your voice and Steve wanted to kiss it away until every last doubt was erased from your mind. Whoever had made you this insecure about affection would eat his fist.

Steve bit his lip to hide the chuckle threatening to spill. “I do.”

He slowly got lost in your eyes again. Those beautiful innocent orbs looked at him like he was a different type of special. He loved it so much.

His gaze dropped to your lips, slightly parted and full, and then back up. And before he could lose himself in them again, your hands latched onto his collar and pulled him down toward you.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth, need and desperation melting into sighs and tingles - he could feed off of it forever. His hands roamed your body and pressed you deeper into his. Your arms reached around his neck as your noses bumped against each other in eager anticipation.

Nothing ever felt this right. Steve couldn’t possibly believe you’d doubted the chemistry for a second. Not when it felt like that. But he wouldn’t need to think back on it anymore now... now that he finally had you.

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