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A boisterous laugh bubbled up your throat and spilled from your lips as you tipped your head back, letting the joyous sound fill the small elevator that carried you and your best friend, Steve Rogers, up to the eleventh floor of the hotel. It was Valentine’s Day and, for the first time you could ever remember being on the holiday, you were happy.
Steve’s thick bicep wrapped around the back of your neck and he tugged you into his taller form until you were tumbling against him. Your hand came up to press against his abs so you didn’t faceplant into the broad expanse of his chiseled chest, still laughing.
You could hear his own laughter joining yours to fill the otherwise empty elevator, and felt it reverberating through the thin cotton of his nice dress shirt as his chest shook with humor. His stomach muscles contracted a little, and he let out the barest hint of a wheeze when you pressed more firmly against his stomach, reveling at the realization he was reacting to your touch.
Your laughter died out sooner than your best friend’s, and you were left pressed against his chest, his arm hooked around the back of your neck, your face tilted up to look at him.
As you stared up at Steve, you were struck all over again by just how handsome he was. Silently, you thanked all the stars for aligning and bringing him into your life. Or maybe you should’ve been thanking Natasha Romanoff, who’d taken you under her wing in your first week working at Stark Industries. She’d been the one to introduce you to Steve, along with Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, all of whom had become your friends.
But while you liked Nat, Bucky and Sam, you’d been drawn to Steve, the two of you hitting it off right away; it wasn’t long before he’d become your best friend in New York City. Steve was the one you called when you accidentally locked yourself out of your apartment, or when you needed someone to go to the movies with you. He was always there for you, making you laugh and making your life better.
At some point, whether on the day you met or since then, you’d fallen in love with your best friend, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You didn’t want to lose him, so most of the time, you ignored your feelings for Steve. After all, he never seemed like he wanted to be more than friends. It hurt, but you knew you’d be more unhappy without him in your life at all.
No matter who was responsible for bringing Steve into your life—whether it was Nat or the stars—you were just thankful to have a friend like him.
“C’mon, sunshine,” Steve said when the elevator dinged and the doors began to open. His arm slid down your back, taking your hand in his and towing you into the hallway. “Our room’s just up here,” he said, glancing down at you and giving you a warm smile. “You’re gonna love the view.”
It was that smile that had been your undoing. If you really thought about it, you knew you’d fallen in love with Steve the first time you saw him smile at you. It was that warm and perfect, making your heart melt.
His smile was also the reason you’d agreed to the Valentine’s Day friend date Steve had suggested. When he’d learned you’d never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with, since you’d either been single or long-distance around February 14th, he’d been devastated on your behalf. It hadn’t taken much more than Steve’s smile and some puppy dog eyes to get you to agree to the friend date.
As you followed Steve down the hallway to the room he’d booked, you thought back on the night. He’d showed up at your apartment with a heart-shaped box of chocolate and a bouquet of pink roses, looking so handsome it had taken your breath away.
His blond hair had been swept away from his face, and he wore a nice, sky blue button-down shirt that brought out the ocean color of his eyes. He was also wearing a black peacoat, slacks and nice shoes, and you couldn’t help yourself from thinking he looked as handsome as a movie star.
Once you’d put the roses in water, Steve had whisked you away into the brisk February night, taking you to dinner in a romantic restaurant where he made sure the champagne kept flowing throughout the meal. All through dinner, he’d kept you laughing, feeding you bites of his food when you looked on jealously at what he’d ordered. At one point, he’d even laced your fingers together on the table, holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It had been a deliriously romantic night, with Steve taking you to get ice cream for dessert, wiping some from your lower lip with his thumb while his darkened blue eyes stared deeply into yours. The moment made your heart thump when it happened, and all over again when you remembered it.
But the moment had ended before anything more-than-friendly could happen, and Steve had taken you to your final destination of the night: the hotel. Steve had said he wanted to cuddle and watch movies together before falling asleep in the luxuriousness of a hotel room.
You’d assumed that Steve meant you’d each be falling asleep in your own separate hotel beds, but when he opened the door and ushered you into the room, you sucked in a surprised gasp.
There was only one bed.
To your even greater surprise, Steve didn’t seem shocked or outraged that the hotel must’ve messed up his reservation. He just moved around the king-sized bed to the window, throwing back the curtains and revealing the view of the East River and the southern tip of Manhattan.
“Now that’s a view, isn’t it, sunshine?” he asked, turning to you with an easy, expectant expression. He must’ve splurged on the Downtown Brooklyn hotel room, because the view was gorgeous.
You followed him automatically to the window, your mind still racing over the fact that there was only one bed in the hotel room, but you were thankfully distracted by the sight before you. The city was all shadows and glittering lights, and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked out the window.
“It really is beautiful,” you admitted.
Steve slid in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he fit himself perfectly against your back. You felt yourself relax, soothed by his strength and his closeness. For a long moment, the two of you looked out over the city you both called home, enjoying the quiet of the hotel room together.
“Are you having a good Valentine’s Day?” Steve asked in a soft tone, his breath brushing past your cheek.
“Yeah,” you said on an exhale, your voice dreamy. But then you remembered the bed situation and you must’ve tensed a little, because Steve hummed in encouragement for you to go on. “Steve,” you said, hesitantly, not knowing how to voice your question. Eventually, you decided to just blurt it out. “There’s only one bed—are we both sleeping here?”
Steve was quiet for a moment before he chuckled quietly, his chest rumbling against your shoulder blades. “Of course, we’re both sleeping here, sunshine,” he murmured, ducking down to brush a kiss to your cheek. His lips were warm against your skin and something bloomed low in your belly. “We’re gonna cuddle and fall asleep watching movies—we don’t need two beds for that, do we?”
Your best friend’s voice was low and husky and you had to stop yourself from shivering. Suddenly, the idea of sleeping in the same bed as Steve was exceptionally appealing. “I guess not,” you whispered, your uncertainly slipping away entirely when he squeezed you in his arms.
“I have another gift for you, sunshine,” Steve said, spinning you in his arms so you were staring up into his handsome face once again. He had a sly smirk on his lips that made you throb between your thighs, but you ignored your body’s reaction. “It’s hanging up in the bathroom.”
With one last squeeze, Steve set you free and pushed you gently in the direction of the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, there was a babydoll night dress hanging up, a pair of matching panties in a small bag on the counter—all in exactly your size. The fabric of the dress was so soft and comfy, covered in little pink hearts, making you realize it must’ve been part of some Valentine’s Day collection. Your heart thumped at the thought of Steve buying you pajamas to sleep in, and picking out something you loved so much.
The counter of the bathroom was also filled with all the products you’d need to go through your nighttime routine, and a smile curled the corners of your mouth. As quick as you could, you stripped out of your dress, changed into the pajamas and washed your face. You sped through your skincare routine, eager to get back to Steve.
Before you exited the bathroom, you took a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. The babydoll dress hugged your curves in all the right places, cupping your breasts as generously as a lover’s hands, the soft fabric clinging to your hips and barely covering your ass.
You looked so sexy in the night dress, you almost couldn’t believe your best friend had been the one to buy it. But you couldn’t wait to show it off for him, so you skipped eagerly out of the bathroom, stopping short when you found Steve laying on the bed.
It seemed Steve had taken the time you’d been in the bathroom to get comfortable himself. He lay in only some navy blue boxer briefs and a threadbare white t-shirt, highlighting the firm mucles of his thighs and biceps. You let your eyes roam shamelessly over his form, drinking in the sight of your golden god of a best friend sprawled on the massive bed in all his glory.
When your eyes finally made it back to Steve’s face, your gaze clashed with his. Heat flared in your body as you watched his blue eyes rake down over your chest and hips and legs. His gaze darkened as he looked at you, something like hunger twisting in his expression.
“Look at you,” he murmured on an exhale, almost sounding awed. It took a moment for Steve to gather himself, his throat working and his jaw grinding as his eyes savored all your bare skin and curves. Finally, his gaze returned to yours and his mouth spread in a warm smile. “Knew you’d look gorgeous, sunshine,” he said, holding out a hand for you to join him on the bed.
You climbed onto the fluffy down comforter, holding back a smug smirk when Steve’s eyes dropped to your tits before he forced himself to look back at the TV. You settled onto some pillows at Steve’s side, far enough away that you weren’t touching him. You didn’t know what he meant by cuddling, and you figured you’d leave it to him to decide how close he wanted you to be.
“How’m I supposed to cuddle you when you’re all the way over there?” Steve asked on a frustrated huff. Not even waiting for your answer, he scooped you up and deposited you sprawled half on top of his body. Your head and torso lay across Steve’s firm chest, your leg hooked over his thigh.
Before you could even try to pull away or adjust yourself to be more comfortable, Steve trapped your bare leg between his thick thighs. His arm banded around your lower back, holding you pinned on top of him.
“That’s better,” he rumbled, grinning down at you while his blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of the hotel room.
Suddenly, you were excruciatingly aware of every inch of your body that was pressed against his. He was so…hard. Everywhere. So strong and firm, compared to your smaller, softer body. And he was so warm, so overwhelming, and you felt so aware of him. You could even feel the hair on his legs tickling your skin. Warmth was curling through your body, and a delicious ache throbbing to life between your thighs.
Raising your head to meet Steve’s gaze, you were momentarily distracted by the smug smirk curving his mouth. His lips looked so soft, so inviting…
Realizing you were staring at your best friend’s mouth, you stiffened, flicking your gaze to his eyes, which were glimmering with new humor.
“Are you sure about this, Steve?” you asked in a shaky voice.
A slow smile spread across your best friend’s face and you could feel something low in your core twisting in response, a restlessness thrumming beneath your skin.
“What, sunshine?” he teased, his voice dropping low and his tone turning suggestive. “You worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” He waggled his eyebrows at you.
But instead of laughing at his silly teasing, you felt yourself frown. You were very much worried that something was changing between you and Steve, that you were creeping closer and closer to the line between friendship and something more and you weren’t sure if he was taking it seriously or if it was just a game to him.
At your unhappy expression, Steve sobered quickly, his face going serious. He slid a finger beneath your chin, holding your gaze steady on his while he stared deep into your eyes.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, his gaze roaming over your face like he was trying to read your thoughts in the lines of your expression. “Ya gotta tell me, sunshine.” His voice was low and pleading and it cracked your heart wide open.
Were you uncomfortable? You felt like you couldn’t pull in a proper breath of air, your head filling with more bubbles than the champagne you’d shared with Steve at dinner. Your body was so hot, despite how little clothing you wore, and it felt unbearably good for so much of your soft, plush body to be pressed against Steve’s firm, muscled one. No, you weren’t uncomfortable—at least, not in the way Steve meant.
“No,” you whispered, your answer barely more than an exhale. “Steve, I…” You tried to put your thoughts into words, but it was like trying to catch a bubble in your hand, every time you thought you knew what to say, it burst and you were left speechless.
It only got worse when Steve began stroking your cheek with his thumb, his palm cupping your face so gently it made your heart stutter in your chest. Following your instincts, you nuzzled into your best friend’s hand. You were pressed so close together, you felt as much as heard his sharp intake of breath, even over the quiet chatter of the TV.
“Sunshine, sunshine, my sweet sunshine girl,” Steve crooned. He tilted your face and dragged you closer so he could press a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.
Your eyelashes fluttered closed briefly, opening when he pulled away, and you stared deep into his beautiful blue eyes. Something told you that both you and Steve had skipped over the line, abandoning your friendship and running straight into the realm of something more.
But you knew, from the way he looked at you with his eyes softened and sparkling, and his mouth curved in a small smile, that he was with you. He was holding your hand as you raced far away from friendship.
Holding his gaze, you turned your head enough to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Then you faced him again, staring at Steve and willing him to take the next step with you.
“You keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m gonna be the one who won’t be able to keep my hands to myself,” Steve warned, his voice low and gruff.
Your eyes went heavy-lidded at the implication of his words, the corners of your mouth flickering in a smile. As you stared at him, your tongue darted out, wetting your suddenly dry lip. Steve’s eyes closed and he groaned softly.
When his eyes opened again, his gaze was hungry, ravenous, and the muscle in his jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth through barely leashed desire. “I didn’t bring you here for this, sunshine,” he bit out, almost sounding angry, which only made you smirk and his eyes to flash at your reaction. “If you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay?”
“Uh huh,” you muttered, your nose bumping against Steve’s as he towed you up his chest until your lips were close enough your breaths mingled together. When you wet your lip again, it brushed between the seam of his mouth. He tasted like chocolate ice cream and champagne. “I don’t want you to stop, Steve,” you whispered against his lips.
A feral sound tore from Steve’s mouth as he flipped you onto your back, his hips settling heavily between your thighs, something hard pressing just right against your aching core, making you gasp.
“Christ, baby,” Steve growled, his nose sliding against yours and his lips ghosting over your mouth like he was barely holding himself back from devouring you. “D’you know how long I’ve waited to have you exactly like this—to take you out and treat you like you deserve to be treated and then get you underneath me.” His arms dug between your body and the bed, holding you crushed to his chest, while you lay beneath him, holding your breath. “I’ve been half in love with you since the day we met, sunshine.”
Your mind spiralled at Steve’s confession, your breaths coming in fast, gasping pants. Flicking your eyes between his, you were shocked to find he was serious. It was the most serious you’d ever seen your best friend, his expression hardened with resolve, an edge of hunger in his gaze as he stared down at you. When you didn’t respond, he went on.
“If you want to stay just friends, you gotta tell me now, sunshine,” Steve gritted out, pushing up to hover a little bit further above you so he could see your face properly. “Because if you let me kiss you—if you let me fuck you—I won’t be able to go back to being just friends.” His eyes were shining with emotion, and there was a thread of desperation in his tone as he spoke. “I’ve waited too long for this, I want you too much, please tell me you want this too, baby.”
“Steve.”
It was all you could manage for a long moment, the two of you staring at one another. You knew you were on the precipice of getting everything you’d always wanted and though it scared you a little, the idea of lying to Steve scared you more. So you opened your mouth and told him the truth.
“I want this,” you whispered, reaching for him. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed when your hands dove into his soft blond hair and he groaned when your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs, pulling his bulge against your core more firmly. “I’ve wanted you since that first day, too, Steve,” you confessed, towing him back down until his mouth brushed against yours. It was then that you whispered your deepest, darkest secret, the one you’d never told anyone else.
“I think I’ve loved you ever since I met you.”
Steve’s sharp curse was silenced as his lips sealed over yours. Your best friend kissed you like he was dying and the only cure was on your lips, in your mouth. His tongue licked between your lips, delving inside your mouth to tangle with yours, exploring you thoroughly, plundering your body as he rocked his hips into your throbbing center.
Steve kissed you until your lungs were burning and when he finally pulled away, it was only to trail even more kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your hands roamed down his back, diving beneath the hem of his t-shirt so you could feel his smooth, burning skin beneath your fingertips.
“Fucking hell, sunshine,” Steve growled into your neck, sucking on a spot at the base of your throat that drove you wild. “I’m going to worship you the way you were meant to be worshipped,” he rumbled, rolling his hips to grind his hard length between your thighs, wringing desperate cries from your lips. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Then his lips found yours again.
It was softer than you expected after his half-feral words, his lips pressing to yours like you were something meant to be cherished. His mouth moved against yours with wordless devotion, his tongue slipping into your mouth to slide against yours decadently, making your body thrum with pleasure. It was the sweetest torment, your entire being needing more.
When he broke away, Steve let his forehead rest against yours, his blue eyes staring deeply into yours while he rutted into your body. Your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs helped you meet him thrust for thrust, the two of you writhing together with your clothes still on. You were so wet for him, you could feel yourself leaving a wet spot on his boxer briefs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Steve,” you cried on a gasp, your fingertips digging into his spine beneath his shirt, trying to pull him closer, trying to bury yourself inside his rib cage alongside his heart. “Steve, please!” you begged, not even knowing what exactly you were asking for, only knowing he was the only one who could give it to you.
Groaning, Steve’s eyes fell closed, his hands beneath your body holding you just as tightly, like he never wanted to let you go. “Fuck, baby, keep moaning my name,” he rasped, his tone thready and desperate. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”
Even though you could feel the evidence of his hardness between your thighs, pushing between your sopping folds with every roll of his hips, hearing him say it made your desire ratchet higher. Sliding your hands down Steve’s back, you started pushing his boxer briefs off him, pausing a moment to cop a feel of his perfectly firm ass, pulling a low moan from him.
“Need you,” you huffed, trying to push his briefs down further but you couldn’t reach, and he wasn’t stopping the intoxicating rocking of his hips to help you. “Steve, please—please, I need you inside me.”
The whining whimper of your voice must’ve pierced through the haze of Steve’s arousal because he stilled, capturing your lips in a searing kiss with his hot, hard length pressed into your soft pussy. When he pulled away, his hands seemed to be everywhere, ripping his shirt over his head then pulling your panties down and your babydoll night dress off.
Steve’s eyes went pitch black when he saw you fully bare for the first time, his heated gaze raking down your body like a caress. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sunshine,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
The warmth of delight at his compliment flooded through your chest, making your heart thump, but then the incessant ache between your thighs reminded you of what you needed. Carding your fingers through Steve’s hair, you grabbed him and pulled him up until he covered your body with his own.
When he finally pushed his briefs down his thighs and off, settling between your legs, you let out a contented sigh that devolved into a moan. You could feel the velvet-wrapped steel of his cock against your most sensitive place and you wrapped your legs around him, grinding yourself against your best friend while he hovered above you, watching where your bodies were pressed together.
“Christ, sunshine, ya feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his eyes closing and his jaw muscle twitching as he ground his teeth together. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was fierce and hungry. “Need to be inside you but I gotta ask first—you want me to use a condom?”
“Nuh uh,” you said, holding his gaze as you shook your head slowly. “Want you inside me bare, Steve.” You knew you were being a little reckless, but you were on birth control, you’d been tested and you trusted him, which you told him.
“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” he rumbled, ducking down and kissing you before you could answer. As his lips slid against yours, one of his hands reached between your bodies and he fisted his cock, pressing the tip against your entrance.
When Steve started pushing inside you, you broke away from his mouth on a gasp. “Steve!” you cried, clinging to his shoulders. It was all you could do to lay beneath him, your thighs trembling as his stiff cock stretched out your tight hole and made room inside your body for your best friend.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck as he slid inside you, burying himself so slowly you could feel every inch of him. “Taking my dick so well, sunshine—being such a good girl, so good for me,” he mumbled, kissing down past your collarbone to take your nipple in his mouth and lave the sensitive bud into a tight peak. “Christ, ya feel like heaven.”
With a final thrust forward, Steve buried himself inside you entirely and you were connected—as close as two people could be. A sob tore free from your throat, getting Steve’s attention immediately.
He pushed up, his face turning slightly panicked when he saw tears rolling down your cheeks. “What is it, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, desperation thick in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m so happy,” you blubbered, turning your face to hide in your shoulder. But Steve wasn’t having any of that. He gripped your chin firmly and gently turned you back to look at him. You had to blink a few times for his expression to come into focus.
“I love you, sunshine,” he said, his voice as serious as the expression on his face. “You’re my best friend and the love of my life, and I hope you know you’ve made me the happiest man alive tonight.”
“Steve,” you sobbed, grabbing his face you pulled him down to kiss you. It was a messy kiss—the salt of your tears stinging your bee-stung lips, and your teeth knocking against Steve’s—but it was perfect. When he pulled away, you murmured against his lips, “I love you, too.”
“Thank fuck,” he huffed on a relieved exhale, making you giggle. A grin spread slowly across his face and he rolled his hips, turning your giggle into a filthy moan with just that one movement. “God, I could listen to the sounds you make all fucking night, sunshine,” he growled as he set a slow pace with his hips, fucking you in long, deep thrusts that had you seeing stars.
“Yes, Steve, please,” you babbled, responding more to the way he was fucking you than to his words. He shifted, bringing his knees up and planting them into the bed for more leverage. In the new position, he could drive his cock deep into your cunt, hitting a spot inside you that made you scream. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Steve chuckled against your lips. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” he rumbled, his tone warm and teasing and just a little strained with his own arousal. “I told you I was gonna fucking ruin ya, and I always keep my word.”
He slipped his hand between your bodies, fighting for space when you were pressed so tightly together, and his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles. You were so worked up, it was all you needed to send you over the edge of your release, and you came with a shout. Your arms clung to Steve’s shoulders, hands digging into his thoroughly mussed hair and holding on as you succumbed to the pleasure.
Steve rutted into you for a few more thrusts before the rhythmic clasping of your body tipped him over the edge, too. He grunted loudly into your neck, his hips twitching and his cock throbbing deep within your body as he spilled inside you.
You and your best friend sagged into the soft down comforter together, not a single inch of your bodies not touching as you lay entwined on the only bed in the hotel room. You laughed a little to yourself remembering how unsure you’d been when you’d walked through the door—and how much had changed since Steve had picked you up that evening.
Before Steve could crush you with his heavy weight, he rolled to the side, taking you with him and keeping your bodies locked together. Steve dug the remote out of the tangle of the blankets and pillows on the bed, and you settled in to watch a movie together, snacking on some Valentine’s Day candy Steve had stashed in the room.
You and Steve couldn’t get enough of each other that night, celebrating Valentine’s Day by finally letting your love free and basking in it—over and over and over again. By the time you fell asleep, fully sated and exhausted, in Steve’s arms, you realized he’d been right. He did ruin you. In the best possible way.