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You eyed your watch, checking the time and finding that it was nearly six forty in the morning, meaning that Steve Rogers, also known as the one, the only, Captain America, would be wandering into the small, quaint and undiscovered cafe that he always visited after his morning run of fifteen miles.
You straightened your skirt as you stood up, grabbing hold of the stacks and piles of paper that you had set earlier on the table, and hefted them into your arms. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a built figure approach the cafe through the transparent glass.
His timing, of course, was impeccable.
You strategically kept your head low and walked out the door just as he walked in, successfully managing a full on collision and causing the numerous amounts of paper to go flying and soaring through the air, scattering all alongside the both of you.
“Crap,” you sighed as you immediately knelt down to pick up the papers on your own, not yet acknowledging the Star Spangled Man with a Plan who stood before you and was the technical cause of your collision.
“I’m sorry, ma'am,” he flew into action, stooping down to your level and helping you gather the scattered sheets. “Let me help you with that, er…”
Finally, you turned your attention to him and looked into his crystal blue eyes, batting your eyelashes in a subconsciously seductive manner. “Y/N,” you said aloud, “My name’s Y/N.”
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You learned almost immediately that he called every woman he didn’t know well “ma'am”. It was always “ma'am” this and “ma'am” that.
“Excuse me, ma'am, could I help you with those groceries?”
“Pardon me, ma'am, I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Ma'am, do you need any help?”
“Ma'am.”
“Ma'am.”
“Ma'am.”
“Ma'am.”
It was always “ma'am” with him.
Always ma'am.
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Everyone had a weakness, they had told you. While it seemed like the largest pain in their ass, Captain Steve Rogers, had no apparent weakness, they decided that all of that was to change.
You were to be that weakness of his. You were to get close to him. Have him trust you. Have him fall deeply, hopelessly, tragically in love with you; all the while you would be gathering intel on him that no one in Hydra could ever possibly find out. You were to string him along like a puppy, do whatever it took to get him to have faith in you.
Needless to say, it had been easy. After your initial meeting at the cafe, within four months, the two of you were dating, and within a year and a half, you knew every single little thing about him: sleeping habits, eating habits, diet, favorite brand of tooth paste, most hated vegetable–everything, down to how many moles and freckles there were that were dotted along every inch of his skin. You knew him inside and out, just like they had wanted you to.
At first, they were skeptical, to say the least. They didn’t think it’d work. They thought that you would actually fall in love with him, and that you’d forget all about your mission–no, your duty to Hydra.
Not once, though, did you waver. Not once did you give in to the possibility of loving him as he loved you. Not once did your mind try to trick you so that you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.
Not once.
You were set to “run away” from him soon, to leave him and this life behind. He wasn’t supposed to find out. He wasn’t supposed to come home early that day. He wasn’t supposed to find you removing your fake glasses and wearing an all black, kevlar padded suit with Hydra’s red symbol placed over the space of your heart while standing in the middle of his living room.
He wasn’t supposed to see any of it.
But sure enough, there he was, standing right in front of you, a dark glint in his sky colored eyes.
“They were right,” was all he said, quietly seething behind his semi-composed facade.
“ ‘They’?” you asked innocently, “What do you mean, babe?”
“Cut the bullshit, Y/N,” Steve said, his fists clenching in his hands. “If that’s even your real name.”
You looked at him, and immediately began to chuckle darkly in a voice that he didn’t recognize to be your own. “Great job, Boy Scout,” you applauded him slowly, clapping your hands together. “I didn’t think you’d find out, but it seems like you deserve more credit than what I give you.”
“Who are you?” he asked as you walked in circles around him, daring to place light touches onto his clothing.
“Isn’t it kind of obvious?” you asked, pointing to the pin that was stuck over your heart.
“A spy for Hydra, I get that,” Steve said, his voice hard yet his eyes slightly hurt. “How long?”
You laughed again. He still just didn’t get it, did he? “The entire time,” you said. “From the moment we met.” The startled look across his face made you grin, reveling in the fact of his own blind stupidity. “Oh, you didn’t notice? That’s cute, really. You see, I was assigned to make myself become your weakness.” You stood upright, doing a small salute, “Welcome the soldier,” you returned to walking in circles around him, and then you continued, “No one else knew. All those other Hydra scum bags you fought–they all thought that I was the traitor! Like I gave up on the real mission at hand. Like I lost sight of what was most important!
“They couldn’t trust anyone else with this mission; they knew that only I could do it! I was the best of all of them! They knew that I would remain objective, that I’d claw my way into your heart if need be! And guess what, Steve?” You threw your head back in laughter, “It worked. Despite all of the mushy confessions, or the stupid dates, or the vanilla and mediocre as hell sex–it worked!”
Suddenly, he sprang into action, pinning you by the throat to the nearest wall. “Shut the hell up.”
“Does it make you mad, Stevie?” you chuckled darkly, “To know that everything about your love life was a lie? To know that an agent of Hydra stole your fucking virginity and ran with it? To know that I made you my bitch?”
“Shut. Up,” he hissed, looking at you with what could only be coined as being ‘bedroom eyes’. Your lips upturned into a smile as you thrust your hips forward, grinding down against his hips.
“Ohhh,” you snickered, “Guess who’s hard?” You snuck your hand down to his crotch and palmed him through his pants roughly, earning a hiss out of him. “You’re turned on even despite the fact that I belong to the one organization you hate with every ounce of your very being?” You grinned, bringing your free hand up to the side of his cheek and running your fingers along the skin there. “Well, needless to say, Steve, despite it all…” You used your nails to scratch down the side of his face, your nails so sharp that they end up partly breaking his skin. Stepping into his body, you leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “I always did love your cock.”
His blue eyes looked into your y/e/c ones, and in that very instant, it seemed like everything around you shattered. In what couldn’t’ve been less than a few simple moments, his mouth was devouring yours as you threw your arms around him, pulling him in closer to your body. He lifted you up to wrap your legs around his torso; which caused your crotch to rub up against his own straining member, earning a very satisfying light groan from his lips.
He set to work on peeling you from your kevlar suit, only accomplishing the task when you managed to strip him of his own clothes in less than two minutes.
Swollen lips returned to yours and he lifted you back against the wall, holding you around him as he made movement to go to the bedroom. His actions startled you, and you bit down harshly onto his bottom lip to stop him.
“I don’t want none of that vanilla crap,” you muttered, “I’m tired of always fucking with you on a fucking bed.” You nipped at his neck and sucked on the skin, leaving marks everywhere and all across his body, so that he would remember who exactly did this to him. “Been having only one source of sex, and all I’ve gotten for the past year and a half is boring–” Another nip, “average–” Suck. “compliant–” Bite. “vanilla–” Lick. “sex!” Your glare reached through the very depths of his soul as you said, “You’re so fucking boring, always following the fucking rules! That pissed me the hell off. You never–”
And that was when you felt the insertion of two of his thick fingers, sliding directly into your wet and aroused heat, bringing them deep inside from the get-go.
“Shit, you fucking douche!” you yelped as he curled his fingers inside of you and began with a brutal pace that felt like you would fall apart in his hands. He fucked you with his two fingers while he held you against the wall, leaning in closely to your ear.
“They told me,” Steve said, “They fucking warned me about you being something you’re not, Y/N, and I defended you. I stood up for you, and you played me like a violin.”
“Well,” you chuckled, “There’s…a lesson for next time.”
Your voice started giving out in between pants and then he started to go faster and fuck, where the hell did he learn this? You most definitely hadn’t taught him anything like that, and–
“Fuck!” you screamed as he added another finger, stretching and filling you in such a sinful yet fucking fantastic way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head and hit up against the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It felt so glorious, and even though you damn well knew that you wouldn’t even think of actually saying it, you were mentally begging him to not stop. His fingers thrust in and out of you ruthlessly and without delay, and before you knew it, the fire in your belly suddenly spread everywhere and into every inch of your skin.
“Who’s who’s bitch now?” Steve said as you let out a cry and jolted forward, cumming onto his fingers with a sharp cry of “shit!”. He chuckled and slowed down, slipping his fingers from you and putting them in front of your face. “Lick it off.”
You did as he ordered without complaint, licking your juices from his fingers and staring directly up into his eyes, sucking onto his fingers as though it were a certain other body part of his.
When you finished, you released his three fingers with a loud pop!, and immediately reached down to his erect member. You pumped at it from it’s base all the way up to the angry red tip, rubbing him tightly with a strong and firm grip.
“I’m no one’s bitch, Boy Scout,” you told him as you gave him another tight stroke, squeezing on the hard and veiny length. “I’m the fucking queen. I’m like royalty.”
“I-In Hydra?” he stuttered, his voice heavy with lust and arousal. “You wish.”
Dissatisfied with his reply, you stopped your movements and scraped your nails down his length, earning a sharp hiss from him. “Shut the hell up,” you told him. “I was given this mission, so I knew it was all fake. But you–you thought it was real. You loved me.”
He didn’t say anything–what was there to say to something like that?–but he did pin your arms back, your hands and wrists stuck to the wall.
All he did for a good few moments was stare at you, and you stared right back at him.
He was a waste. A holier-than-thou, awkward do-gooder with a great body and a lame personality. So not your type. Every second you were forced to spend with him made you want to claw your eyes out. The sex, unbelievably, was the best part, even if it was boring and even if it was the same every single time.
It was undeniably the only thing you’d miss about him.
After the few moments the two of you shared just staring at each other, he pushed you back up against the wall and wrapped your legs around his torso, opening yourself up for him to drive into you with one swift thrust.
“Fucki–” you attempted to growl, but it came out more as a groan. “You little shit.”
Your arms went back to his back, intending to retaliate for his dirty (no pun intended) move, and so you did. While he fucked up into your achingly wet pussy, you left claw marks all along his back; your nails raking up and down and piercing as much of his flesh as you possibly could, until you saw flecks of blood droplets on and inside of your nails. You ignored his warning bites to your neck to get you to stop, but you didn’t listen. You just kept going, and going. With every thrust of his hips into your core, you left a scratch mark up against his back.
“Fucking piece of–” you began as he yanked down onto your hair tightly, forcing your head up to face the ceiling, “Shit!”
It didn’t help that he was pulling on your hair, pounding your pussy at a breakneck pace, and pressing his fingers against your clit so harshly that you were certain you’d come undone in what would be just a few moments.
“F-fucking…” your voice began to give out as he began to direct his cockhead to hitting up against your g-spot with each and every thrust of those sinful hips. “Shit ass…Boy Scout…” you moaned as he furiously rubbed your clit, wanting to make sure that you came, and you came hard.
Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for you, you had more endurance than what he have you credit for.
You let out a cocky snicker, and said, “How does it feel? To be America’s sweetheart and fucking Hydra’s best agent?” He didn’t say anything, but he did look at you with those damn hooded eyes that were filled with anger.
That only made you laugh all the more.
“To be fucking their queen?” you asked, “To be enamored with a woman from Hydra who wanted and expected absolutely nothing from you?”
Steve muttered something under his breath and then his right hand flew to your neck, squeezing on it in a way that you were certain would bruise over later.
For now, though, he kept his fingers wrapped around your neck, causing your mouth to fall open as you tried to suck in air, only to find that you couldn’t.
He plunged deeply into your pussy, ravaging your body and ruining you in a way that you hadn’t thought he ever could. He had always been the missionary position kind of guy; always sickeningly sweet, always considerate, always passionate. He had always fucked you with an even, slow yet firm rhythm. Now, though? He was fucking you like some kind of a sex god. His fingers tweaked your nipples, his tongue laved over the buds and kissed all around your mounds. His cock was thick and deeply buried inside of you, hitting all the right spots to make you cry out over and over and over, causing you to make sounds that you’d never made with him before. His fingers flicked your clit in a way that made you weak in his arms like silly putty.
And then–and then–before you knew it, before you could even believe your very eyes about what was happening, you ended up orgasming, cumming and clamping down onto his cock. You tried to let out a scream, only to find that you couldn’t. Dots made of white splattered across your vision. Euphoria washed over every inch of you, and just as Steve came a few seconds later after you, he released the grip that he had had on your throat, clearing your airways. You sucked in deep breaths of air, your chest heaving as he pulled out of you and let you down from your place on the wall to the floor, your knees buckling like a young lamb.
Although you didn’t notice, his cum dripped down from your pussy to you leg, and then down to the floor. “Boy Scout,” you breathed, your voice shaking, “Were you cheatin’ on me?”
He looked at you, pulling away from your body as you gathered your tossed outfit from the floor, already preparing to take your leave.
“Would it matter if I did?” he asked, causing you to stop in your tracks despite knowing that you wouldn’t’ve cared if he had.
“No,” you shook your head. “I just know that I never taught you about any of that.”
Steve shrugged, his face unreadable.
“I don’t intendedly hurt the people I love, ma'am,” he said, and for some reason or other, you felt the smallest twinge in your heart.