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Warm, calloused hands reached for you beneath the soft pile of blankets that covered your sleeping body, your boyfriend’s fingers flexing greedily against your curves when they found what they’d been searching for. Steve Rogers hauled you gently across the comfy, cozy bed until you were nestled deep and safe in the circle of his arms.
You let out a happy little hum, eyes still closed as you clung to the edge of sleep, reluctant to let go of the peaceful paradise even though curling up with Steve was a different kind of delight. Your body fit perfectly against his—your boyfriend’s broad chest pressed to your back, your butt cradled against his lap and his thighs slotting into the bend of your legs. Steve’s warmth seeped through his bare skin and the oversized t-shirt you’d worn to bed, settling you back into your half-asleep state.
A whisper of a contented exhale ghosted over your neck, rustling your hair and sending a shiver skating lightly down your spine. Steve’s nose nudged the collar of your t-shirt, brushing a delicate kiss to your smooth skin, his lips soft and sweet. Your boyfriend dragged his mouth along the curve of your neck and your breathing stuttered in your chest as goosebumps rose in the wake of his teasing.
“Daddy,” you whined in a dozy murmur, dreamland dissolving around you as your body slowly grew more and more aware of your boyfriend. Steve’s fingers were slipping beneath the hem of your shirt and the thick ridge of his arousal was wedged against your butt. You knew what he wanted, but you wanted a few more minutes of sleep. “I’m sleeping.”
You huffed a little exasperated breath and half-heartedly tried to roll away from your boyfriend’s needy, fumbling touches, but Steve held you close—though he didn’t need any of that super-soldier strength of his to keep you trapped in his arms. You could feel yourself warming to the idea of letting his sleepy groping turn into more. The corners of your mouth tipped up in a sleepy smile when you felt his hard length twitch against your ass, burying your face in your pillow as if were still trying to cling to your fading dreams.
“Shhh, kitten,” Steve rasped in a hushed voice, his hand trailing up your stomach beneath your shirt until the rough callouses of his fingertips skimmed the underside of your breast. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his own recently abandoned sleep deepening his voice until it rumbled out of him, the sound settling deep in your core and stoking to life a shy hunger. His hand climbed higher up, his thumb grazing your nipple and teasing the sensitive nub, making you jerk slightly against Steve’s unyielding chest. “Just relax,” he urged on a heavy exhale, his breath sweeping over your neck and cheek, his fingers strumming and plucking lightly on your nipples.
Your body went loose and pliant in Steve’s arms as you let him play gently with your nipples until they were drawn to pointed little peaks, poking through your threadbare t-shirt. If you’d cracked your eyes open, you’d’ve been able to see Steve’s big hand moving underneath your shirt, the knuckles of his big hand making it obvious what he was doing to your body. But you kept your eyes closed, letting out sleepy little whimpers as you sank deeper into the comfort of your bed despite Steve’s playing, nearly drifting back to dreamland.
But then Steve was shifting again, his hand leaving your nipples and tracing a path down between your breasts, over your bellybutton and further down. A whine gathered in the back of your throat, trickling past your gently parted lips when Steve’s fingers slipped into the soft juncture of your thighs. His big hand cupped your bare pussy, squeezing you softly, but possessively, his fingers hot as they slid against your slick lower lips.
“This is mine, isn’t it, kitten?” Steve asked in that low, raspy voice, his fingers flexing against your pussy, making a gasp catch in your throat when your core pulsed in response to his possessive grip. “Mine to use whenever I want, isn’t that right?
The sound of his voice and the way he touched you brought you back from the brink of sleep, but it took a moment to comprehend what he was asking, his words tumbling over each other lazily inside your fuzzy head as your mind worked to make sense of them. Steve was patient, his hand holding firm on your pussy, his broad chest expanding and pressing steadily against your back with every breath he took. Your mind was split between soaking in the comforting feel of your boyfriend and trying to understand his questions, but finally his words sunk in and you moved your head in a slow nod. “Yes, daddy, yours,” you mumbled around a sleep-thick tongue.
“Mm,” Steve hummed a pleased sound, the rumble in his chest tickling against your spine. That shy heat he’d stoked to life flared hotter the longer his fingers gripped your pussy, spreading through your limbs and making them heavy with sleep and want. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, feeling you soften in his arms. His lips skimmed along the shell of your ear as he spoke. “So perfect and sweet for me.”
Steve’s affectionate praise dripped heavy like warm honey, his words settling deep in your bones and making you relax further in his hold, your legs falling open for his hand. Steve wasted no time digging deeper between your thighs, his fingers teasing as they wandered through your damp folds. Slowly, so achingly slow it felt decadently torturous, Steve pressed one of his thick fingers into your tight little hole, making you stretch slightly to take him. You breathed a little harder and buried your face in your pillow to muffle the soft mewl that would have broken the quiet of the room.
The arm that Steve had dug beneath your body shifted, his hand trailing up your chest over your t-shirt until his searching fingers found your chin. He gently turned your face away from the soft, safe refuge of your pillow. “Ah, ah,” he tsked softly. You could clearly hear the faint smile in his tone. “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, kitten, don’t hide them from me, please.”
Steve’s whispered plea tugged on your heart. You couldn’t bear to deprive him of anything when he asked you sweetly. So when his finger pumped slowly in and out of your channel, you didn’t try to hide your face in your pillow. Instead, you made sure your sounds weren’t muffled as you let out a hitching, breathy gasp that devolved into a keening whine.
Your eyes were still closed and sleep still called to you from the edges of your consciousness, but with your mind so relaxed, you could sink deep into the feel of Steve fucking you leisurely with his finger. So intently focused on the pleasure rippling through your body, you were barely aware of the way Steve’s other hand loosely circled your throat. A dazed and dreamy smile curled the corners of your lips as your boyfriend gripped you softly and fucked you lazily.
Kissing your cheek and nuzzling your neck, Steve praised you adoringly, more of his sweet words spilling into your ear and settling deep in your mind, your heart, your soul. “So pretty, kitten—so pretty and sweet and perfect,” he murmured, his finger still plunging deep into your core and fucking you as slowly as possible while you moaned and gasped freely. “Such a good girl for daddy—daddy’s perfect girl.”
The wet sounds of Steve fingering your pussy began to filter into the muted stillness of the room, and when he sunk a second finger into your slick hole, you let out a whimper to join the lewd noises. “Daddy,” you whined, clutching loosely to the arm he held bracketed between your breasts, his hand still gently clasped around your throat. You clung to him as a tether in the endless sea of pleasure he’d set you sail in. Your mind hovered between sleep and wakefulness, focused entirely on how Steve was making you feel, making you needy.
“So wet, kitten,” Steve murmured against the shell of your ear, teasing reproach in his voice. As if to prove his point, he pulled his fingers from your leaking pussy and smeared them all over you folds, making a mess of you. “I thought you were sleeping—sleepy girls don’t get this wet for daddy.”
Steve’s teasing words and his rubbing fingers made your heart stutter in your chest and your breath hitch so that all you could do was whine at the loss of him inside you. Your hips wiggled in a wordless plea for more and Steve took pity on you, sliding his fingers back inside your aching hole. Sleepily, you fucked yourself on Steve’s fingers and he moaned obscenely in your ear in response.
“Fuck,” he muttered in his deep, sleep-heavy voice, an urgency in his tone you hadn’t yet heard since waking. “Gotta use you, kitten, ‘m so fucking hard,” he rasped, his fingers stretching your pussy and readying you to take his thick cock.
A smile curved your lips as you pressed your ass back into Steve’s lap, feeling for yourself exactly how hard and throbbing his dick was. You pushed and wiggled until he was wedged between your cheeks, cradled in the softness of your bare flesh, then worked your hips slowly to rub up and down his length. He moaned again, shoving his fingers inside your pussy harder and making you cry out in a hushed whisper, “Daddy.”
Dragging his fingers from your sopping wet hole so they deliberately rubbed against your needy little clit, Steve breathed hard against your cheek, his chest pressing firmly against your back with every inhale. “Don’t care how sleepy you are, kitten, ‘m gonna use your little pussy—because it’s mine,” he muttered, rolling you onto your stomach, pushing your face into your pillow. He nudged the oversized t-shirt you still wore up until it hitched around your hips, too eager to get inside you to pause long enough to strip you of it. “And you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’tcha, kitten?”
As he pushed his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard cock so that it bounced against your ass, you twisted to free your mouth from the depths of your soft pillow. “Yes, daddy, your good girl,” you murmured in a sweet, sleepy voice, answering his question even though you didn’t think he’d really expected a response. Though you’d originally wanted him to let you fall back to sleep, you’d had a change of heart around the time he’d started playing with your nipples. You were only happy to abandon dreamland for the pleasure Steve offered.
Steve groaned appreciatively as he manhandled your relaxed body into the position he wanted, pulling your hips up in the air, your face still pressed down against the bed. “That’s my girl, so fucking good to me,” he praised, his hands greedy and grasping as he groped your ass, your hips, your thighs while he shifted you gently. When he was satisfied, he thrust his dick between your thighs, your dripping arousal coating his length. He muttered, “Such a good girl, letting me fuck your pretty little pussy while you’re so sleepy.”
“Mhmm,” you mumbled, already relaxing back into the bed, face smooshing into your pillow. Sleep called to you as Steve pumped between your soft thighs, teasing you just a little bit more while your mind drifted away and back, each time he grazed your clit dragging you back to the present moment. You breathed a little harder every time you felt him slide between your dripping folds.
“That’s it, kitten, you don’t have to do a thing,” Steve murmured like he was distracted as thrust his cock lazily between your thighs a few more times. He groaned, deep in his throat, finally lining himself up to your soaked entrance, teasing your hole with the head of his dick. “Just be a good girl and take it—take my cock,” he rasped in a low voice as he fed his cock into your warm, waiting pussy, grunting at the pleasure of feeling you take every inch of his hard length.
“Daddy,” you whined into the soft cotton cushioning your face, his thick intrusion massive in your tight little cunt, feeling like it was forcing the breath from your lungs. Your whole body trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of being stretched out on Steve’s dick. He held himself inside you for a moment, your boyfriend leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, and you relaxed slowly as you got used to his big cock stuffed deep in your pussy. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you mumbled on a sigh as your body softened into the bed.
Steve waited, his hands smoothing appreciatively up your thighs, over your hips and along your spine as he watched you reverently, your body going loose and pliant for him once again. He stayed still until your breathing deepened and he knew you’d almost fallen back asleep before leisurely sliding his dick from your warm cunt until only the tip remained inside. Then, with one long, languorous thrust, he fucked back into your pussy, mercilessly hitting the end of you.
You were dragged away from the brink of sleep, a lusty cry falling from your lips and your eyes opening wide with pleasure at the feel of Steve’s cock so thoroughly filling you up and stretching you out. With a fumbling hand, you reached for him and your boyfriend threaded his fingers through yours. Your joined hands pressed into the soft bedsheets as he withdrew his cock again, pushing back inside your tight hole and making a husky moan spill from your lips. Sleep still clung to the edges of your consciousness and your eyelids felt heavy, so you let them drift closed, allowing yourself to sink fully into the feeling of your boyfriend fucking you.
“That’s it, take my cock, kitten,” Steve mumbled, his big body curling over yours as he picked up his pace gradually. He fucked you in long, hard strokes, pummeling deep inside your body with every thrust like he was trying to rearrange your very being and fuse your two souls together. Slowly, he lost all of the gentleness he’d had earlier as it was stripped away by the warmth of your cunt and the primal need to fuck you until you were screaming for him. “So fucking warm and wet and inviting—how could I stop myself from fucking your perfect cunt?” he asked, the tone of his question making it clear he didn’t expect you to answer.
Even if you’d wanted to, you couldn’t have responded. You were too fucked out, too drunk on Steve’s cock, your mind too lost in the bliss of being fucked awake. The feeling of being wrenched from dreamland by the forceful thrusts of Steve’s cock inside your tight pussy overwhelming your brain and body until all that was left was to let yourself be swallowed up by sensation. All you could manage was to mewl and whine desperately, squeezing Steve’s fingers to let him you know you were still with him in the storm of pleasure he’d created.
Steve nuzzled the side of your face, his hips snapping against your ass with heavy smacks, pinning you to the bed so completely you could barely squirm beneath him, let alone try to meet his thrusts. “You already cock dumb, kitten?” he murmured in your ear, a slight teasing lilt to his voice, though there was affection in it as well. He pressed sloppy kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, as he kept stuffing you full of his dick over and over and over again. “Did I fuck all the thoughts out of your pretty little head?”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled in between soft gasping cries. It was the most you could manage. Steve huffed a hoarse chuckle, his breath hot against your skin and you reveled in the fact that you weren’t the only one affected by your early morning fucking.
“My dumb little kitten,” Steve murmured affectionately, squeezing your fingers in his. His lips found yours in the soft depths of your pillow and dropped a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “That’s alright,” he cooed softly, words half muffled by the pillow as he pressed his face next to yours. “You don’t need to say or do anything, just take my cock, kitten—be my good girl.”
A moan rose up your throat and you turned your head, letting the sound pour from your lips and into Steve’s mouth. He swallowed it down greedily, grunting in response and picking up the pace of his thrusts. His cock pounded into your tight pussy until you were floating on bliss, only aware of every part of your body Steve touched.
“So good,” Steve huffed, his free hand gripping your hip so tightly you knew he was going to leave bruises, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You liked the idea of carrying Steve’s fingerprint-shaped marks around with you after you both were forced to leave the safety and comfort of bed. “Being so good for me—my perfect, sweet girl.”
You whined into your pillow, “Daddy.” Pleasure was coiling tight in your body and you could feel yourself winding up to what would surely be an earth-shattering orgasm, his cock stuffing your cunt twisting up your insides with every thrust. “Please,” you begged helplessly, unable to form any other words around your still sleep-heavy tongue. Steve still had you pinned to the bed and you were at his mercy, but he was thankfully feeling indulgent after you’d been so good for him.
“I know, kitten, I know,” Steve hushed you in his comfortingly deep rasp, pushing himself up and disentangling his fingers from yours so he could lift your hips into the position he wanted. “Feels so good when daddy fucks your tight little cunt, you just can’t help but want to cum, huh?” he asked through gritted teeth, thrusting hard over and over and over again, hitting a spot deep inside you that had stars bursting behind your eyelids.
It felt like you were riding an endless, star-filled sea of pleasure, your gasping breaths harsh in your throat and your heart hammering in your chest even as your mind was soaked and foggy with bliss. Your mouth moved, letting out unintelligible babbling sounds as your hands gripped the bedsheets desperately while you lay there and took every brutal thrust of Steve’s cock.
One of Steve’s hands dug between your body and the bed until his fingers found your sensitive clit, the needy button straining for attention. Steve stroked you softly, torturously, making you jerk under him. He bent forward, pinning you to the bed and kept rubbing your clit, murmuring in your ear, “C’mon kitten, cum for me.” Your boyfriend rubbed your clit harder, the way he knew you liked. “Milk daddy’s cock, wanna feel you squeeze me—cum for daddy.”
Steve’s filthy rumbling, pounding cock and fingers strumming your clit were too much for your body to handle and the tension coiling tight in your core snapped suddenly, overwhelming you with pleasure. Mouth open on a scream muffled by your pillow, you were sent tumbling over the edge of your release. Your already sleep-fogged mind sank into the bliss of your orgasm, letting it destroy what little thought had been left in your brain by Steve’s thorough fucking. You were nothing but pleasure and bliss, pinned to the bed by your boyfriend’s still pumping cock, your cunt clasping at his length greedily as you rode the wave of your release.
“That’s my girl,” Steve mumbled in a slightly strangled voice as he thrust harder and faster into your cunt, fighting against your clenching walls. “Such a good girl for daddy—feel so fucking tight cumming on my cock,” he praised on a groan, pounding into you with a feral need as he chased his own release.
The way he fucked you made you squirm beneath him, drawing out your orgasm every time he stuffed your pussy full of his cock, making you mindless, just a writhing bundle of pleasure. Steve dug his arms underneath you, holding you tight and pinning you down until the only thing you could move were your toes so he could fuck you exactly how he wanted. He rutted into you, mumbling praise into your ear as you floated through the aftershocks of your orgasm, “So perfect, so fucking perfect, kitten—my perfect girl.”
With a few more thrusts and a loud groan, Steve came apart above you, squeezing you tight in his arms as he pushed deep into your pussy. He finally stilled, his cock twitching in your cunt as he flooded you with his cum, moaning all the while right in your ear.
You moaned softly at the feel of his seed filling you up, his cock throbbing gently inside your still pulsing walls. “S’good, daddy,” you mumbled when he thrust shallowly a few more times, fucking his load deep inside your pussy.
When he’d finally wrung himself out, Steve brushed a sweet kiss against your cheek, rolling you both back onto your sides, his softening cock still buried in your cunt. Steve’s chest pressed hot and hard at your back as he caught his breath. You were so close, you could feel the heavy thumping of his heart, and a smile tugged at your lips as you nestled into the warm cradle of his arms. Sleep called to you once more.
Steve groaned quietly, pulling himself from your body with gentle care that made your heart throb for your boyfriend. The sweet emotion was joined by lustful satisfaction when you felt your combined releases leak from your pussy and down your thigh. Trying not to disturb you, Steve slid from the bed and you grumbled unhappily at the loss of his warmth, making him chuckle huskily.
A moment later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth, cleaning between your thighs with tender, soothing hands, shifting you onto your back so he could clean up all the mess he made. Your oversized sleep shirt was still rucked up around your waist and when you cracked an eye open to look at your boyfriend, you caught Steve staring possessively down at you. The sight of him made you suck in a breath at the intensity in his brilliant blue eyes.
Steve’s attention was caught by the sound and when he found you looking, a shameless grin spread across his face. Holding your gaze, he dropped a kiss to the top of your slit, growling out a soft, “Mine.”
You nodded dumbly, still too fucked out and sleepy to manage any words in response. Steve grinned again, nuzzling your sensitive little clit and making you twitch slightly at the shocks of pleasure. Running your fingers through his soft blond hair, you thought about clinging to him and letting him eat you out while you drifted back to sleep. But before the thought could fully form in your mind, Steve was already pulling away, tossing the washcloth in the laundry and climbing back into bed, pulling you to face him.
Your eyelashes fluttered open—you didn’t remember when you’d closed your eyes—and you got a proper look at your boyfriend. Steve’s handsome face was relaxed, a happy smile on his perfect mouth and his blue eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and sleepiness. You returned the expression with a dreamy smile of your own and a soft, contented exhale. Eyes slipping closed, you tilted your head, silently begging for a kiss.
Steve couldn’t even fathom denying you, slanting his lips to yours in a soft graze before claiming your mouth with a gentle kiss. His lips moved against yours with an adoring sweetness, drinking down your soft sighs like decadent wine. When his tongue slid between your lips, he groaned quietly into you, losing himself in the sensation of devouring your lush mouth.
You didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, one moment melting into the next as you sank into the feeling of Steve’s mouth against yours. Your body was heavy with satisfaction, your mind succumbing to the fog of sleep once more. You didn’t realize you’d stopped kissing him until Steve’s mouth curved up in a smile against your own.
“Sweet dreams, kitten,” he murmured, his breath ghosting past your parted lips and settling deep in your lungs.
In the haze of almost-sleep, you had the thought that Steve had succeeded—he’d twined your souls together as surely as your bodies. His forehead rested against yours, your faces pressed close on the same pillow, your legs tangled together beneath the blankets and your arms wrapped around each other. With a dreamy smile, you burrowed closer to your boyfriend, letting out a happy sigh when he held you as close as two bodies could be, the feeling of him soothing you enough that you finally—finally—fell back to sleep.