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You were trying to be sexy while you were undressing Steve, but the buttons on his shirt were a source of frustration. There were too many, they were too small, it was too slow and damn it, you wanted to be able to fully admire his naked body now.

You fought the urge to just tug them off and add them to the pile of fabric that was formerly your panties. They could always be sewn back on later.

"Need a little help?" He was obviously holding back laughter.

"Yeah, I apparently never mastered this lesson in preschool." You laughed as he made quick work of the remaining buttons. He draped his button-up shirt over the back of the couch.

"You know you wear too many shirts?" you asked, tugging the tucked in undershirt from his pants and over his head.

You took a moment to admire the very distinct muscles of his torso. He was in better shape than any man you'd ever had the pleasure (or displeasure) of getting up close and personal with. As with all new things, you were eager to explore.

You placed an open palm on one of his pecs, spreading your fingers out to feel the firm muscles beneath them. His breathing grew ragged when you dragged your hand down to his abs, stopping eventually at the boundary of his belt buckle.

You began mapping out his body with your fingertips, the smooth skin of the hills, valleys and plains between. He was near perfection. You wondered how he wasn't cocky and full of himself like the other guys you'd known who definitely got the most of their gym memberships.

His eyes fluttered shut, obviously enjoying your touch. You nudged his legs apart and moved between them to start kissing where your fingertips had been. You alternated closed mouth kisses with open mouth kisses and sometimes nibbles as you made your way over the accessible exposed skin.

You trailed to his chest, pausing to tease a nipple with your tongue and teeth. He moaned, which was more than enough encouragement for you to give the same treatment to his other nipple. You loved all the little noises he made.

You placed your hand on his belt buckle again and undid it, pulling it loose. At least you'd mastered this lesson in preschool. You bit your lower lip as you pulled open the button and unzipped his khakis. It was like being a little kid on Christmas opening a present, wondering how exciting its contents would be.

He was wearing a pair of pale blue plaid boxers, similar in pattern to his shirt. You tugged them down as he lifted his hips. You pulled his shoes off and tossed aside everything he had been wearing from the waist down other than his socks.

You returned to the spot on the floor between his legs where you were greeted by something truly impressive in both length and girth. He definitely needed the Magnums. Your jaw dropped a bit, and you wondered how you were going to work with something that massive.

"Are you all right?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Yeah. You know if the superhero thing doesn't work out long-term that you could have a great career in the porn industry?"

He blushed. "Uh, thank you?"

"I'm not a porn star, though, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle you." You frowned.

"We'll take it slow, and I won't do anything that hurts you," he promised, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Curiosity about whether the serum enhanced everything got the better of you. You couldn't see that being a point of the serum, but you supposed it could be a side effect. "Were you always this big?"

"Yeah. I didn't realize I was any bigger than the average guy until I saw some...amateur videos on the internet before when I was searching something Tony said that I didn't understand. I just assumed I was normal."

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, and your fingers didn't meet. "Definitely not normal, not that I'm complaining."

He groaned softly. You moved your fingers closer to the base and leaned forward to flick your tongue slowly across the tip.

Another groan was all the urging you needed to envelop the head of his cock in your mouth, circling it with your tongue. He was definitely a mouthful, and you dipped your head down to take as much as you could without gagging.

You moved your hand wrapped in tandem with your mouth -- sucking, licking, swirling your tongue around the head while your hand worked his shaft.

You decided to make use of your free hand, and you gently rubbed and massaged his balls, thoroughly enjoying the loudest moan to pass through his lips yet.

"Stop, stop, I'm going to-"

You didn't stop, though, and never had any intention of doing so. He dug his fingers into your shoulder, painfully, when his orgasm hit, accompanied by a flood of unintelligible babbling. You found yourself slightly disappointed that Captain America didn't taste like apple pie and the Fourth of July. It seemed somehow inappropriate.

You swallowed and tried to avoid anything dribbling onto your face with moderate success. He was leaning his head against the back of the couch when you glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, a sheen of sweat covering his face and torso.

You stood up and sat down next to him on the couch, admiring his nude body again, while you waited for him to recover. You looked at your shoulder where his fingers had been, and it was already turning reddish purple. You hoped he wouldn't notice. A few bruises would serve as a reminder of the sexy fun you had.

An unfamiliar ringtone started playing from the floor near you. You grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to him.

"Hello," he answered. He listened for about 45 seconds. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

He hung up and turned to you, looking disappointed. "I have to go, but I'll call you when I'm free again, if you want me to."

"Yeah, I'd like that." You smiled.

He started to get dressed. "I'm sorry about this."

"I don't mind. As you said, being Captain America comes first." And you didn't mind -- saving the world was definitely more important than getting laid.

He finished getting dressed and grabbed his satchel.

You walked him to the door. He wrapped his hands around your waist and leaned in for a long kiss. Your knees were left wobbly, and you leaned against the door frame for support.

He started to walk down the hall and turned around. "You can text me if you want."

"Okay, I will. Bye."

You watched him walk away before you realized you were naked with your apartment door standing wide open. You quickly closed it and went back to sit down on the couch, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your life had just taken an interesting turn.

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NC-17 Romance

Sequel to Fan Mail. Your life has taken an interesting turn now that Steve has become a fixture in it. [Steve Rogers x Reader]

5/18/13

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