Hand of the Heart | S. Rogers x Reader - Royal AU

Ch. 14 - Consummation

Your ladies brought you to your chambers. Your stomach was growling from fasting the entire day and churning from the nerves, knowing what was about to happen. Your virginity was to be taken in a room full of Witnesses, including unidentified members from your council.

Your ladies undressed you until you were just in your braies, then safely escorted you to the shared bed chambers that you and Steve were going to share from then on. You were ushered into the candle-lit room and then left standing there.

Steve's back was to you, but he was also undressed down to a white tunic and braies that reached mid-thigh. You were frozen solid with anxiety, refusing to acknowledge the other people in the room and instead choosing to fixate your eyes only on Steve.

He turned around after a moment, finding you feeling small and vulnerable. His long strides took no time in coming to stand with you and shield your body from the overbearing eyes of the Witnesses in the back of the large room.

"Steve," you breathed, your eyes wide and afraid like a doe hearing a twig snap.

His hands settled on your waist, pulling you into his chest for comfort. "It's alright, my heart."

Your eyes finally shifted to the Witnesses. There was the priest you married you both, the five council members, and Bucky. One of the men from the council caught your attention. Eamon.

Your eyebrows knitted together. You didn't know that he was considered to be this important to the council. He looked like he didn't want to be there. Understandable, you wouldn't want to be forced to watch your best friend consummate their marriage either.

Steve took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head so that you were facing him. "Don't look at them, they don't matter here. Look at me. All that matters is you and me."

You managed a small smile. He was so reassuring, always letting you know that you could trust him and that all your worries weren't necessary.

"Are you ready, my wife?" he mumbled to you.

Your heart was still racing, but you felt slightly more at ease with Steve's presence dominating the room. Warmth flooded your stomach. Not so much arousal, but genuine affection for him.

You whispered back, "As long as it's with you, my husband."

He began walking backwards, towards the ginormous bed that was pushed against the middle of the left wall. You followed his lead, looking into his eyes as he once again took charge. When the backs of his legs hit the bed, he switched your positions so that you were the one with your back to the bed.

It was as if all of the air was sucked out of the room when he leaned down to kiss you. You both took your time as you moved your mouths against the others'. For a moment you forgot all about the other people in the room, choosing to make the best of your situation and only focus on Steve.

He took off his own clothing first, shrugging his loose white tunic off of his broad shoulders and then undoing his braies. You once again followed his lead. When he stepped out of the last of his clothes, you already had everything of yours untied, all that was left was to take it off and expose yourself.

Steve had already seen you naked, but no one else in the room had. Your best friend was standing there with them.

You had to take everything off at some point, you reasoned with yourself. You might as well get it over with sooner. Like Steve, you shrugged the rest of the fabric off and left yourself bare.

Ever the gentleman, Steve blocked the Witness' view of your body with his. He picked you up with ease and laid you down on the bed, which had a large canopy with drapes that sort of evaded the view of what was happening on the mattress.

Steve took that time to look at you, laying under him in full submission. The moment was intimate and full of tension from such a long time of wanting each other like this.

Hands began sensually wandering, and as they did Steve's mouth found yours. You caressed his chest as you kissed him back, his warmth practically radiating off of him even though neither of you had protection from the cold of the candle-lit room.

His lips moved on from your mouth and down your jawline, continuing until he found a spot on your neck that he liked. Your hands made their way into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging and pulling while you enjoyed the feeling of your sensitive skin being kissed, sucked, licked, and bitten. Steve brought one hand down to your thigh and caressed the flesh with his thumb. He lifted your thigh over his hip, which allowed him to bring himself closer to you.

"I'm going to touch you now," he whispered into your neck, his words quiet so that the Witnesses couldn't hear them.

He slid two fingers down your slit, gathering your wetness in them and spreading it around your hole in preparation. His thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles, making you squirm.

"You're so wet, more than ready for me."

He looked into your eyes as he lined up his cock with your entrance, gauging your reaction as he pushed just the tip inside. You flinched when he tried putting more in, so he waited for a little before sliding another inch inside of you. Every inch gave your pussy more of a close to unbearable stretch. This continued until he bottomed out.

Your foreheads were touching as you both panted, the feeling of being this close to one another taking over all of your senses. Your virtue was officially gone, given to your husband the way it was supposed to. It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders because your kingdom was finally secure with you married.

"Fuck, you're so warm," he said under his breath.

You smiled, still getting used to his intrusion. It was an odd sensation, but you were glad that you both had "practiced" before tonight because otherwise you would have been shocked. Steve tested moving his hips, which evoked a sharp gasp from you. Your thighs tried closing, but it only brought Steve closer to you.

He began again with slower movements, letting you actually feel the pleasure gradually build. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of you felt incredibly good. Steve indulged himself by going a little faster with each thrust, making the pleasure overtake everything else you were thinking and feeling. You brought your lips to his in a kiss that was all passion and hot tongue. So many pairs of eyes were dutifully stuck to the two of your bodies moving in sync together. The forbidden feel of being watched excited you in ways it shouldn't. He then hit a spot deep inside you that made your eyebrows knit together and a strangled moan to erupt from your throat.

You whined, "Steve."

"I know, I know. I'm feeling it too."

You repeated his name and various forms of, "I love you"s as you reached that high that you'd been craving since the first time. All you could think about was the pleasure and Steve. You clenched around him as you came, making him tip over the edge right after you.

The Witnesses filed out of the room after they made sure Steve came inside of you. Panting, he carefully pulled out of you so that he could lay beside you and pull you into his arms. Fatigue took over you from the eventful day and the sexual performance you just put on. You cuddled closer with the skin-on-skin contact comforting and warming you, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess. You fell asleep chest to chest, heart to heart, and his arms safely around you.