My Mind Forgets To Remind Me, You’re a Bad Idea

Loki x Reader

Summary: What happens when you let a stranger take you home?

Warning: unprotected sex, sex between strangers, degradation, branding, hand around neck (not choking),

A/n: This is my final post for my 1k celebration! This has been so, so fun!

The music is blaring in your ears.

The lights are blinding you.

The alcohol is clouding your judgement.

The hands around your waist have you falling… Falling hard.

“Come home with me,” The stranger mutters, nipping at your ear. He’d been eyeing you from across the room all night, sending you drinks, before finally coming up and dancing with you.

His jet black hair matches his suit perfectly, drawing your attention even more. You can feel his cock hardening against your ass, thanks to your dress. It’s been a while since you’ve gone home with a stranger, but the way he’s holding you has you wondering why you’re not already on the way to his house.

You moan quietly as he presses a kiss to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm… How do I know it’s going to be worth my time?” You tease, turning around before he can answer.

The stranger smirks, eyeing you up and down. He almost looks offended, until you realize he’s quite intrigued. “Because,” He starts, his hands trailing down to your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, studying you. Figuring out what you like, what you don’t like,” He mutters, his finger lightly trailing up your spine.

When he reaches your neck, he wraps his hand around the back of it, pulling your face closer to his. Your stomach practically explodes with lust, your lips parting. “I know you like being tossed around like you weigh nothing. I know you like it when a man puts you in your place,” He says, which makes you scoff.

He’s full of shit.

If he knew anything about you, he’d know you hate when men tell you what to do. You’re an independent woman, you don’t need anyone to tell you what to do. He’s wasting your time.

“Bullsh—“

He tightens his grip on the back of your neck, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to say goodbye to your little friends. After that, you’re going to follow me to my car,” He orders, his voice dropping.

You gulp, your heart racing in your chest. His orders had your cunt clenching around nothing but air. You nod, wondering if he really was right. How did he know something about you that you didn’t even know?

The man turns his back to you, swiftly walking to the front of the club, standing by the door. You frantically search for your friends, not wanting to find out what would happen if you took longer than 5 minutes. You finally see your friend, racing over to her.

“I’m leaving,” You say, trying to catch your breath. You hope you don’t look as fucked out as you feel, but you know you probably do. Your friend looks you up and down, a smile on her face.

“Leaving to do what?” She asks, smirking.

“To have the best sex of my life,” You reply, turning around before she can say anything. You hear her laughing behind you, but you’re not focused on that right now. You’re focused on the way the man’s eyes are locked onto yours as you push through the crowd, beckoning you to come to him.

“Excuse me… Move… Coming through,” You mutter, elbowing your way through the crowd. When you finally reach the man, you look up at him, already feeling yourself submit. He stares down at you, glaring.

“Follow me,” He orders, opening the door. You hurriedly follow him, your short legs no match for his long ones. You follow him through the parking lot, stopping when he reaches his car. “Get in,” He says, opening his door.

You start to open the door, but your hand pulls back immediately. You can’t get in the car with this man. You don’t even know his name. What about all you’d learned about stranger danger?

“Wait, what’s your name?”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon,”

—–

The whole time on the way to your house, the stranger is stroking your thigh, completely ignoring the way your legs were clenching. He hadn’t said a word to you, only sighing and clenching his jaw. Now that you’re in your apartment, he has you backed against the door, his hands roaming your body.

“Spread those legs for me,” He mutters, never pulling away from your lips. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. You feel his fingers working to pull your panties down your legs, stepping out of them when they’re around your ankles. He kisses you again, blocking your view of what he does with your panties.

“P-please, touch me,” You breathe out, desperate for attention. You need him, you don’t care about the consequences.

The man tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do,” He says, his hand grasping your shoulder. He pushes you down until your knees are touching your floor, eye-level at his crotch.

“Take me out,” He orders, motioning to the crotch of his pants. The hardwood floor is pressing against your knees, letting you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. You gulp, rubbing your hands over the growing bulge in his pants. You haven’t even seen his cock yet, but you just know it’s big.

If you’re gonna get ruined, might as well have fun with it, right?

You lean forward, staring up at him as your face moves closer. The man stares down at you, his chest heaving. You can tell he’s not used to waiting or not getting what he wants, and it spurs you on.

You stare at him while you stick your tongue out of your mouth, licking a stripe up his crotch, over his pants. The fabric leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but the way he reacts makes it worth it. The man chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in your hair.

He leans down so that his face is inches from yours, using your hair to pull your head back. “I tried to play nice, but you don’t like that, do you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head. Pure adrenaline is running through your body, your heart hammering in your chest.

“You wanna be treated like a little slut, don’t you? You love that you have no idea who I am,” He mutters, using his free hand to unzip his pants. You moan quietly as he tugs your hair, getting your attention.

“Answer me,” He orders.

You think over your response slowly and carefully, trying to piece together what kind of guy he is. Finally, you settle on a response. “Yes, sir,” You whisper, earning a groan from him.

He pulls his cock free, the sheer size of it sending a shiver down your back.

There’s no way you’re going to be able to handle this.

The man holds the base of his cock, tapping it on your lips, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock push through your lips, your mouth stretching around him. The stranger bottoms out, groaning as you open your throat for him.

He threads his fingers in your hair, throwing his head back, pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes are starting to water already, so you open your eyes, silently begging him to have mercy on you.

The man smiles down, chuckling deeply. He moves his hands from your hair to your throat, wrapping his hand around the bulge in your throat. He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t act like you don’t love this… Taking a stranger’s cock down your throat. Knowing your throat will be sore for days but you won’t know who’s to blame,”

You whimper around his cock, staying still as he fucks your throat. Your eyes are burning with tears, but you’re determined to make the stranger proud.

The stranger grunts and moans until he’s close, quickly pulling out to avoid cumming down your throat.

He’s not done with you yet.

“Upstairs, now,” He orders, jerking his head to the stairway.

You scramble up to your feet, your knees weak with lust. The man follows your lead, landing a smack on your ass. You giggle quietly as you step into your messy bedroom, dark except for your nightstand lamp.

The man grabs your waist, backing up until his thighs hit the bed. He sits, pulling you close to him, you stumbling over his feet. You attach your lips to his, your fingers falling down to the buttons on his black shirt.

“Mm,” You moan, your fingers fumbling. You plop onto his lap, his thigh slitting between your legs. You grind your cunt on his thigh, your bare skin rubbing against the fabric.

The man chuckles against your lips, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass. “Can feel you soaking my leg through my pants; you that desperate?” He asks, pulling away from your lips slightly.

You whine, nodding your head. “Yes, need you so bad,” You whimper, gasping as he smacks your ass through your thin dress. You pull the shirt off of his shoulders, your fingers running over his porcelain skin. The stranger grabs your ass, digging and stretching, desperate for any kind of contact.

You rock your hips against his thigh, your bundle of nerves aching from the lack of pressure. You can feel your stomach tightening, your legs shaking around his. “Mm,” You moan, your jaw falling slack. You can feel yourself slipping, feel yourself going under.

Before you can feel that sweet release, the man is flipping you over, pinning you under him. His hips are grinding against yours, his bulge rubbing against your bare cunt. He’s panting against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. You know you’ll have bruises on your skin, and the thought sends you over the edge, leaving you begging.

“P-please, fuck me. Need you so bad,” You mutter, your nails scratching at his back.

“Look at ya’, begging for some stranger to fuck you,” He groans, slipping his hand between your bodies. You hear the unzipping of his zipper, leaving your heart to pound in your chest.

You look down, watching as he pumps himself, holding the base of his cock. You can’t see as much as you’d like, thanks to the dim lighting in your room, but you can tell it’s big. Your legs instinctively spread, your back arching for him.

You’re aching for him, aching for a man you don’t even know. The stranger mouths at your neck, running his tongue over your veins, sucking and biting, claimingyou.

The man pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging its way through your soaked folds. Your body tenses up, ready for him, desperate. You moan and pant, your body opening up for him.

The stranger thrusts his hips into yours, his cock finally entering you. “Shit, love… So f’cking tight f’me,” He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him. You whine as he works his way into you, going easy on you, knowing you’ve never had anything so fucking big.

His accent has thickened since the night started, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the way he’s fucking you into oblivion. You wrap your legs around his waist, claiming his as yours, pulling him deeper into you.

He rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back into you, his fingers gripping your body, whispering in your ear. “Don’t you feel like a whore? Giving your body up to random men in the club? I thought you were a good girl, huh?”

You nod, tears flooding out of your eyes from the intense pressure. “Yes, I-I am!” You shout, squealing as he quickly pulls out of you.

“On your fucking knees,” He mutters, on his knees behind you. You struggle to get up, too fucked out to think straight, so he helps you, using your hips to manipulate your body. Your stomach comes flush with the bed, your back arching.

He lands a hard smack to your ass, humming as he watches it jiggle. “Tell me you love it, tell me you love letting a stranger ruin you,” He orders, his fingers running over the swell of your ass. You suddenly feel a burning sensation, but it only heightens your pleasure.

Your mouth parts as he enters you again, his hand sliding around to the front of your body. He finds your clit, using two of his fingers to rub the nub, sending you over the edge.

You cum around his cock, clenching and spasming, all while the man fucks you, harder, deeper. He draws back, moving his hand to the back of your neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.

He holds your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to claim you. He fucks into you mercilessly, panting and moaning behind you. “I love it, I love it,” You sob, your emotions spilling out of you.

The stranger isn’t too far behind you, burying himself deep inside of you, his body stilling as he moans, emptying himself deep within your cunt. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his cock still buried deep within you.

You attempt to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears, but your body slips under, too exhausted to catch up.

—–

You hear the sounds of birds chirping, scrunching your face as you pull the pillow over your face. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s too early to be up.

Especially after last night.

You whimper as you feel your cunt aching, sore from the abuse it suffered last night. Your whole body is sore, but your ass is particularly sore. It… Stings.

You pull the pillow away from your face, flopping your head to the side. You halfway expected the man to still be asleep, curled up next to you. But you knew better.

The bed is empty, no indent to be found. You know he probably left shortly after you fell asleep, but you tell yourself he slept over, sneaking out in the morning.

You never did catch his name.

You know you’ll never see him again, but you’d at least like to have a name to match his face. You roll over, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. Your ass stings again, earning a groan out of you.

You slowly walk over to the mirror, your whole body aching. You’ve never felt this strange feeling before. It’s almost as if… You’d been branded.

You lift your shirt up, turning around to inspect your ass. Your fingers lightly run over the mark on your ass, your eyes widening as you see the letters.

‘Loki’

These Are the Hands of Fate

Non-Famous!Chris x Reader

Summary: When Scott offered you a room at his brothers house, you never thought it would turn into this

Warning: mentions of domestic abuse, a lot of awkwardness,

A/n:

Scott throws his head back laughing, popping another piece of popcorn back in his mouth. Chris leans back in his chair, his hand smacking against his chest.

“You’ll never believe what happened after that,” Scott says, earning another round of laughter out of their friends. It’s Thanksgiving night, meaning everyone’s come over to Chris’s house after their family dinners.

It’s been a tradition for as long as they can remember. Despite living in the same city as Chris, Scott always ends up crashing there for the entire month of December… And maybe a little of January, too.

He doesn’t like being alone during the holidays, what can he say?

Scott’s attention turns toward his lap whenever his phone starts vibrating, your picture popping up on his screen. “Sh, everybody be quiet,” He orders, standing up from his seat.

The laughter dies down as Scott takes the call, his eyebrows furrowing when he hears you sniffling. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

You sniffle again, wiping your cheeks with your hand. “I uh, need a place to stay,” You say, your voice breaking.

Chris says something in the background to make the crowd laugh, so Scott covers the speaker with his hand and politely (not so politely) tells them to shut up. He turns his attention back to you, on high alert.

He’s been dreading this call for years. Actually, for as long as he’s known you. Because the whole time he’s known you, you’ve been with your scum bag boyfriend. The only reason he lets you hang out with Scott is because he’s gay.

Otherwise, you’re not allowed to do anything you want to.

Scott sighs, his heart breaking for you. “I’m not home, but I’ll give you Chris’s address,” He says, getting Chris’s attention.

Chris laughs and wiggles his eyebrows, looking back over at his friends. “Scott must be desperate, sending his booty call over to his brothers house,”

Scott ignores the comment, quickly giving you the address. He knows you don’t have time to answer questions, so he’ll sort that out later. Once he knows you’re safe and in your car, he hangs up, walking toward the door and opening it.

“Everybody, out,” He says, motioning his hand out the door. They all start muttering, looking back and forth at Chris. Chris stands up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Scott, what the hell are you doing? You’re ruining the party,” He says, watching as his friends defeatedly gather their things and walk out of the door, murmuring under their breath.

Scott runs his fingers through his hair, shutting the door behind him. “Do you care if I have a friend stay here with me? She needs my help,” Scott pleads, his voice breaking.

Chris holds his frown, but softens his face. He’s not seen Scott like this in a long time. He doesn’t really like company, but any friend of Scott’s is a friend of his. Chris sighs, his shoulders dropping.

“Yeah, she can stay as long as she needs,”

Scott breathes out a quick thank you, relaxing momentarily. Chris sits back down on the couch, looking over at his baby brother. “What’s going on with her?” He asks, reaching in the popcorn bowl.

Scott shakes his head, standing next to the door, just in case you need him. “She’s with a pretty shit guy. I don’t know what happened, but one can only assume…”

Chris slowly nods, a lump forming in his throat. He thinks of his sisters, hell, even his brother, going through something like that. Before he can think about it longer, a knock comes at the door.

Scott jumps to answer the door, revealing you standing in the doorway. Your cheeks are red, but your eye is black. It’s obvious you’ve been crying.

You stand at the door with your bags around your feet, your heart broken in your chest. As soon as you see Scott, you choke out a sob, stumbling forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hadn’t realized just how scared you were when the adrenaline was running your body.

It’s only now that you’re able to cry, safe in Scott’s arms.

Scott wraps his arms around you, pulling back and brushing the hair away from your face. “Oh, honey… Chris, get her bags,” Scott says, helping you to the kitchen. Chris hurries over to the doorframe, his eyes landing on yours.

You pull your eyes away from his, not wanting him to see you this way. You’ve met Chris before, thanks to the various parties Scott throws. You’ve never been able to spend more than five minutes with Chris, worried Tyler would see and get threatened.

Scott leads you to the kitchen, reaching in the freezer and pulling out an ice pack. You rest against the counter, sniffling, trying to pull yourself together. “It all happened so fast,” You whisper, watching as Chris carries your bags in his spare room.

Scott tuts, shaking his head. He holds the ice pack to your eye, his own eyes watering. “It’ll be the last time it ever happens, you hear me?” He asks, his voice stern.

You don’t respond, instead, moving your hand to hold the ice pack on your eye. Chris comes into the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s staring at you, but he won’t say anything. Scott sees you staring back at him, practically shrinking inside yourself.

“Chris, can you go somewhere?” Scott asks– orders.

—-

“Why didn’t you tell me it was her?” Chris asks, struggling to keep his voice quiet. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as Scott tries to clean up.

Scott shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “I didn’t think it mattered, Chris.” He mutters, huffing. He’s clearly annoyed with his big brother. He gawked at you the whole time, until you went to bed.

That’s the last thing you need right now.

“Of course, it matters! You know that–”

“That you’re hopelessly in love with her?” Scott finishes, turning to face Chris. His face heats up as he scoffs. He’s not… Hopelessly in love with you.

He just hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since he first met you two years ago. You were alone at the party, the only time he’s ever seen you alone. You’d both been drinking, so maybe there were some flirty exchanges. But you never went any further than that, insisting you had a boyfriend at home.

“I’m not in love with her,” He starts, but Scott interrupts. “Oh, please! Ever since that night, you’ve been going to every one of my parties. You act like it’s just to be supportive, but I know you’re really trying to run into her again,”

Chris blushes, dropping his eyes to the floor. Scott’s not wrong, but Chris wasn’t aware he was so painfully obvious.

—-

You hum along to the classical music, closing your eyes as you stir the pasta into the sauce. Scott went out with friends today, leaving you home. Thankfully, Chris went back to work, meaning you had the house to yourself.

Chris normally doesn’t get home until late, so you thought you’d have dinner ready for you and Scott. You dance around in your sweats, in awe of how much happier this house is. You can’t remember the last time you felt like singing, especially while cooking.

Cooking was made to feel like a chore when you were with your ex, something you had to get perfectly right. It was something that was expected of you. You didn’t have time for dancing, too scared you would set him off. The house smells like creamy pasta, sending your stomach rumbling.

It’s not exactly a winter meal, but it’ll have to do. It’s cold outside, the snow falling down from the trees. Thanksgiving has come and gone, leaving only a couple of weeks before Christmas. You’re not sure what you’re going to get Scott, nothing you could get him would repay him for what he’s doing.

While the bruises have healed, your heart still aches. You push the thoughts back deep into your mind, focusing on the way the front door creaks. “Scott?” You call out, swaying your hips to the music. You add more spices to the sauce, humming along to the music.

You don’t get a response, but you continue talking over the music. “Thanks for leaving me alone with Chris,” You say, sarcastically. You’ve been open with Scott about how hot you think his brother is, even though Scott just gags. You’d never been able to do anything about it before, but now it’s all you can think about.

You see him first thing in the morning, when he stumbles into the kitchen, mumbling a ‘good morning’. You see him when he gets out of the shower, his hair dripping water down his back. You see him every second of the day; he’s kind of getting hard to ignore.

“If I had to look at his abs one more time, I think I would’ve creamed my pants,” You add, laughing under your breath. You know Scott is gagging, you just have to see his fa–

Oh, my, god.

Chris is standing at the kitchen, his eyebrows raised, a smirk on his lips. His cheeks are red from the cold air, or maybe from the fact you just admitted to having a thing for him.

Your heart drops into your stomach, your cheeks heating up. “Oh, I’m so sorry… I didn’t think you’d be home so early,” You mutter, biting your bottom lip between your teeth.

Chris smiles at you, his eyes tearing away from you. Home. You know you don’t mean it like this, but Chris can’t help but think you’ve gotten comfortable living with him.

“Yeah, I got done early,” He answers, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He watches as you shift your weight, clearly feeling the awkwardness in this moment.

You stare blankly ahead, not sure what to do. Should you get in your car and drive to Mexico? Should you just go outside and bury yourself? There’s no way you’re gonna be able to look at Chris ever again.

Chris clears his throat, walking past you, peering into the pan. “Scott called and said he’d be staying the night at a friend’s house, so it’ll just be me and you,” He says, his cheeks still red.

The music still plays in the background, the faint sound of 'Honey Dove’ playing over the speaker. Chris hums along, jogging you out of your thoughts. “Dinner’s almost ready, if you want to eat with me,” You say, your voice quiet.

Chris looks up at you, a smile on his pink lips. “Yeah, I’d like that,”

______

You wait patiently at the table for Chris to get out of the shower and join you, tapping your socked foot against the cold floor. You’re sitting at the table, listening to the shower water cut off. You try not to think about what Chris is doing right now, knowing you’re only going to hurt yourself.

Chris would never.

You’ve seen the kinds of girls he’s gone out with, you’re nothing like them.

You snap out of your thoughts as Chris walks into the kitchen, his white t shirt clinging to his chest. His hair is still wet, but dry enough to not drip down his shoulders. Your eyes scan his body until you get to his pants…

His grey sweats.

You gulp, dropping your eyes to the food in front of you. The steam from the noodles floats up and hits your face, the smell flooding your nostrils.

“Smells good,” Chris mutters, sitting in front of you.

With the music playing in the background, the snow on the ground, and the awkwardness of it all, you’d almost say this was a first date. You watch as Chris digs in, a small moan coming out of his mouth.

“You made this?” He asks, washing his food down with a glass of water. You silently nod, your voice failing you.

You’re not sure why you’re so… Nervous. This isn’t a date, this is just a casual dinner with someone who just so happens to be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

You wish Scott was here to break up the awkwardness.

Several moments go by, silence filling the room as you and Chris eat dinner. You’re trying your best to avoid eye contact, not wanting to make this any more awkward.

“How long are you going to stay?” Chris asks, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart drops in your stomach as you clear your throat, trying to find an answer. You hadn’t even thought about the fact that Chris probably doesn’t want you around.

Afterall, Scott goes back home after the new year, you’ll have to find a place before that. You’ve not even been looking for anywhere to go, you’ve just made yourself comfortable in Chris’s home. “Oh, uh, Scott told me to stay as long as I needed. I’m out of a job right now, my ex didn’t want me to work, but I can find something. I can be out pretty soon, I just did–”

Chris reaches out his hand, touching yours. You shut your mouth, your eyes dropping to where your hands meet. “Hey, you don’t have to be in any rush. I actually like you being here,” He admits, a slight blush on his cheeks.

Your heart races, trying to keep your hand perfectly still. You don’t want him to think he’s making you uncomfortable, you like feeling him on your skin.

“It can get lonely around here,”

You scoff, raising your eyebrow. “I don’t believe that for a second,” You say, standing up to gather the plates. You lean over the table, picking Chris’s plate up. He keeps his eyes on you as you walk to the sink, turning the water on.

“You don’t?” He asks, standing up. He follows you to the sink, leaning against it, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Nope,” You say, popping the ‘p’.

“And why’s that?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. You wash the dishes, your hands soapy.

“Because,” You say, your cheeks heating up. “Look at you,”

You don’t understand how he’s not swimming in people wanting to be with him. You halfway expected there to be a line out his front door, people dying to get in here and to be with him. Every time you’ve seen him at Scott’s parties, he’d been alone, talking you up in the corner.

You never quite understood why you never saw him with people, but you settled on the possibility of him not being a relationship kind of guy.

Chris laughs, throwing his head back. “Look at me?” He repeats, trying to catch his breath from laughing. You can’t help but laugh along, thanks to his contagious laugh.

“Yes! I find it very hard to believe that you ever get lonely,” You say, drying your hands off. You turn to face Chris. who’s moved closer to you. You look up at him, a smile still on his face.

The laugher subsides, the smiles fading. Chris’s face is less than an inch from yours, sparking a fire deep in your belly. The music is still playing low in the background, setting the scene for a perfect kiss.

As if reading your mind, Chris leans forward, his nose almost touching yours. You close your eyes, preparing yourself for the best moment of your life. You can already feel yourself falling, unlike ever before.

Chris’s breath fans over your face as he exhales, preparing to kiss you.

“Ugh, I am NEVER using Grindr again. A complete bust. Wasted time and wasted gas,” Scott groans, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes fly open as you jump, jerking your head over to the door.

Chris backs up, staring at the door. Scott is oblivious, rambling on and on about how he had the worst lay of his life. You look back over at Chris, who looks almost pained by the interruption.

You can’t say you’re not upset… You almost had the best kiss of your life. Scott walks up to you, pulling at your arm. “Come on, I’ve got to tell you all about it,” He says, leading you into the spare room.

You look over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat as Chris winks at you, letting you know he’s not done with you.

So Inviting, I Almost Jump In

Frat-boy!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Steve Rogers your whole life… But you hate the way every girl falls on their knees for him.

Warning: over sexualized steve rogers (not by reader), friends to lovers, reader is insecure,

A/n: this is one of my last works in my 1k celebration!

“Oh, Steve, I love you! Oh, baby, I need you,” You tease, your voice high-pitched and nasally. Steve’s cheeks burn, visible even in the dark room. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back.

“Shut up,” Steve mutters, pushing your legs off of his lap. Your legs plop against the couch cushions as Steve stands up, walking into your tiny kitchen. “What? Don’t act like you don’t love the attention,” You say.

You watch as Steve shakes his head, his back to you. He rumbles through your cabinets, searching for something to eat. “If I loved the attention, I’d be at a party tonight, instead of hiding out in your apartment,” He says, wiping the smile off of your face.

You roll your eyes, pulling the blanket over your legs. Steve turns around, his amazing pecs staring you right in your face. “And don’t act like you didn’t have a little crush on me in high school,”

Your eyes widen, your lips parting. You most certainly did not! Okay– maybe you did, but that’s none of his business! He shouldn’t know that. You’d been friends for your whole life, who would have blamed you for having a crush on Steve fucking Rogers?

Star of the football team, dumb, goofy, blonde… He was every high school girl’s wet dream. Until they realized how close he was with you. It’s not your fault, you never had a choice in the matter. Your dad’s had been friends all throughout high school, so you were raised together. Steve Rogers helped you learn how to walk, you helped him learn how to read.

You’d understand why his friendship with you was a turnoff for a lot of girls. You were always at every football game, every family gathering, and Steve always ended up at your house after a party. But what made it even worse was who you were.

You were nothing like the people Steve hung out with. He hung out with football stars and cheerleaders. You were neither of those things. You were a quiet girl who sat in the front of the class, who no one even knew was in the class until they needed help on the homework.

But all of that changed when you went to college. Steve went with a full scholarship, thanks to his football skills, and you went with thousands of dollars in loans. You suddenly became the girl that went to parties. Now, let’s not lie to ourselves. The only reason you got into those parties was because Steve was the beloved frat leader who convinced his “brothers” to let you in.

Now, instead of just being the football star, Steve is the football star AND the goofy frat boy. Girls are practically offering him blowjobs as soon as they see him.

“I did not,” You argue, watching as Steve chuckles. He grabs his snack before coming back over to the couch, all 200 lbs of him sitting on your legs. You struggle to move your legs, kicking him in the process.

“Ow,”

“Not everyone has a crush on you, you know?” You say, sitting up in your couch.

“Everyone but you,” He replies, raising his eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, having nothing to say back to that statement. He’s right. Everyone but you has a crush on him.

Your crush faded away as soon as you saw how the girls fell for him. You don’t know why, but it was such a turn off for you. Steve is just a regular guy. You’ve seen him pick his nose. You’ve watched him throw up. You’ve seen him cry. He’s not some super-human boy.

He’s a regular guy.

You don’t want someone that everyone wants. You don’t want someone that everyone can have. You love Steve, but he’s not particularly selective about the women he chooses. If they show an ounce of admiration for him, he’s taking that, spinning it until they hate him, until they want nothing else to do with him.

And you can’t say you blame him. If you were an attractive guy in college, you’d probably fuck everyone you wanted to. But you’re just a girl in college, who has societal consequences for who you choose to fuck.

So, that’s why you could never be with Steve.

He’d never want you anyway.

“Why is that?” Steve asks, his smile dropping. You’re brought out of your thoughts, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

“What are you talking about?”

Steve throws his arm up on the back of the couch, scooting closer to you. “Why are you the only one that’s never shown any interest in me?” He asks, his voice quiet.

You scoff, tearing your eyes away from his. “According to you, I had a thing for you in high school,” You mutter. Steve reaches out and lands a hand on your knee, getting your attention again. The air in the apartment has suddenly been sucked out, leaving you breathless.

Okay, maybe your high school crush never went away. Maybe you tried to make it go away, tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want him. But how could you?

Steve is the perfect guy. He always stands up for you, he always makes sure you’re not left alone on the weekends, he always makes room for you. If a girl has a problem with you, he drops them, because he’s always said you were more important than a girl who was around just to get his dick wet.

You remember just last night, when you were alone in your apartment, after turning down Steve’s invitation to go to a party. You felt the bed dip beside of you, awakening you from your sleep. “It’s just me,” Steve whispered, pulling the blankets over his legs. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, despite your back being turned to him.

It’s not unusual for him to end up in your bed after a party, drunk and tired, desperate for someone to cuddle with. That’s what people will never understand about Steve.

He’s got plenty of attention, but it’s not the attention he wants. It’s something you’d never understand, something he’d never want you to understand. He admires the way people love you. They love you unconditionally, without expecting anything from you. Everyone expects him to play good, they expect him to fuck them at the end of the night.

Because that’s who he’s always been.

But the people that want you, they want you because of your mind. Because of the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, the way you’re not afraid to speak your mind, even if it pisses other people off.

You might not get the attention he has, but you have the attention he craves.

Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, inhaling your scent.

“I know better than that, y/n. I know you couldn’t stand me in high school,” Steve says, a smile on his face. You look away, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I didn’t hate you, Steve. I… Might’ve had a slight… Crush on you,” You admit, your face burning up. You never thought you’d admit this, not to yourself, but especially not to him.

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, his smile growing bigger. “Yeah?” He asks, earning a laugh out of you. You nod your head, smiling.

“Yeah, I did,”

Steve’s smile fades, his hand still on your knee. “What changed?” He asks, his voice quiet.

His tone takes you by surprise. He’s not teasing you about it, he’s not making fun of you… He’s genuinely asking.

Nothing changed, you want to say. I’m still hopelessly in love with you, but I’m too scared to admit it because I’m not your kind of girl.

Your smile fades as you shake your head, pulling your leg away from his hand. “I grew up,” You say, standing up. You go to the kitchen, cleaning up his mess, trying to get out of this conversation.

You’ve avoided having this conversation for so long, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings or make anything complicated.

Steve furrows his eyebrows, watching you. “You… Grew up? What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. You shake your head, not wanting to look at him. “I realized that guys like you should be with sorority girls or cheerleaders… And I belong with no one,”

Steve frowns, standing up. He comes into the kitchen, staring at you. You feel him staring a hole through your back, but you refuse to look at him. You can’t believe you’re actually having this conversation. You promised yourself you’d never tell him how you felt, not wanting to mess your friendship up.

“You really believe that?” He asks, his voice dangerously close to your ear. You feel his breath against your neck, causing you to shiver. You suddenly feel naked, dressed only in your big t shirt and pajama shorts. Normally, you wouldn’t mind. Steve’s seen you in bikinis, he’s seen you in a bra and panties, but suddenly, you feel like you should be in a full body suit.

You feel his chest against your back, his hands snaking around your waist, turning you until you’re facing him. Your eyes are locked onto his chest, not having the courage to look up at him. His hands move up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking your skin. “Fuck,” You mutter, feeling your stomach fill up with butterflies.

“What would you say if I thought the same thing?” Steve asks, his voice gentle. This gets your attention, your head snapping up to him. He thinks he belongs with no one? How could he? Every girl on campus is falling on their knees for him.

“Are you mental? Every girl wants you, Steve, of course you belong with someone,” You argue, watching as he sighs quietly.

“People want me, y/n, but they don’t love me. No one’s ever been head over heels for me, nobody ever felt like they couldn’t live without me. No one’s ever wanted me. Not that way I want you,” He admits, his eyes searching yours.

You suck in a sharp breath, completely taken aback by what you’re hearing. Never in a million years had you thought Steve liked you.

You thought all the deep conversations, all the nights spent in your bed, all the random phone calls were just his way of being a good friend.

“You want me?” You ask, breathlessly. Your heart has stopped racing, slowing to an almost nonexistent beat, preparing yourself for what’s happening.

Steve leans forward, his nose grazing yours, until his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours, your heart racing again. This isn’t how you imagined he’d feel— it’s better. His lips on yours are heavy, but his hands on your body are light, pulling you closer and deeper.

You can’t hear anything, only the drumming of your heart in your eardrums.

Steve’s lips brush against yours gently, unsure of where to take this. Normally, the girl would’ve started pulling at his pants by now, desperate to feel him. But with you, it’s different.

You savor his kiss, gasping when you feel his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You let him in, your hands tangling in his hair. There’s a certain desperation about the kiss, but it’s not sexual.

It’s desperation to let him know that he’s safe with you. He’ll never have to feel unwanted again.

His tongue moves against yours, exploring the deepest depths of you. You feel, in this moment, indestructible. Nothing else matters because,

Steve Rogers is kissing you.

He pulls away, nuzzling his forehead against yours. His lips are pink and swollen, matching the pink tint on his cheeks. You take a deep breath, humming as you open your eyes.

“Does that answer your question?”