Type: series, modern-college-professor Steve AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3330+760
Summary: Steve finally
got to ask the question and you said yes. But having been sick, you
didn’t really have a chance to celebrate… until now.
Warnings: nsfw, 18+ (if
you’re a minor, don’t you dare), light bondage, hints of dom/sub, ‘babygirl’,
oral (fem receiving), language (always) and you’ll see the rest, I guess (if you think it needs any other warning, lemme know)
A/N: Me:
*Abandons the little she wrote of upcoming plot of this fic to write a
damn smut.* Blame @chase-your-dreams-away and the support from the @sweetanon
and @annathesillyfriend from a two days ago. Enjoy?
A/N.2: there’s a
surprise at the end, sort of a bonus if you will, hence the +760.
You were
pulled from blissful sleep by a tickly sensation on the crook of your neck,
soft and little scratchy.
Your initial
startle was soon soothed by a warm touch of lips and you relaxed again, sinking
further into the cushions, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you
sighed.
Steve’s lips
trailed up the side of your neck to your ear, his hand on your belly gently
caressing over the fabric of your sleepshirt.
