Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

If You Stumble... Pt.3/3

His cologne tickled your nose and you were done for, your hips rolling on instinct, delighted at the hiss that escaped his mouth before he stuck his fingers under your chin and kissed you soundly. It was nothing more but a kiss and yet it left you with a need to bathe in a holy water when his hands sneaked under your dress, to your waist and higher.

"Can I-"

Instead of an answer, you helped him to pull your dress over your head. The fabric caught in the few pins you had in your hair, but Steve's skilful fingers freed it easily, together with your hair, suddenly cascading down your neck.

His hands froze and he licked his lips when he saw the black lace covering your breaths.

So maybe you had been planning ahead, just to be sure. Judging by the way his pants seemed way tighter for him now, it was appreciated. You felt like a goddess under his gaze burning with desire.

Yet, he took his time, his index finger brushing delicately over the swell of your breast. His voice sounded a bit strangled when he whispered.

"You look... really nice."

You chuckled breathlessly at how he moved from 'beautiful' and 'stunning' to 'nice', but the expression on his face told you that he was too stunned to come up with bigger words.

"Thank y-ahh-" you gasped when he placed an open-mouthed kiss to your cleavage and you lost your train of thought.

He glanced up at your face from under his eyelashes, seemingly innocent but obviously oh so content.

"This okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay," you choked out, grinding your hips against his when his lips moved to the hem of the fabric of your bra, a tinniest dart of a tongue following. "Jesus, Steve..."

You arched your back when he met the motion of your pelvis this time, moaning into your skin. If he kept that up, you might as well come just from this.

You barely noticed when he unclasped the bra, however you were very much aware of his mouth closing around your nipple, his content hum lost in your shaky moan. His fingers rubbed tiny circles on your hip and inner thigh, torturously close where you wanted them the most. Not there was lack of friction with how rock hard he was. Or with the way his thighs felt when his quadriceps clenched.

"S-steve," you crooned, your voice barely audible.

"Mm-hm?" The tiny vibration against your sensitive skin made you only gape and your eyes fluttered close. What were you saying again?

Oh, that's right. "Too much clothes."

He was indeed marvellously overdressed. Seriously, it must have been uncomfortable, especially the pa-- his tongue lapped on your nipple, followed by a careful nibble of his teeth before he moved to your other breast and you almost forgot what were you saying. Again.

"You attached to those pretty nylons?" he murmured, his hot breath teasing your skin.

"N-no?"

"Good."

The next thing you knew, the thin fabric was ripped in several stripes, few of them barely hanging on you, merely below your knees.

You probably shouldn't have found it so hot, but you did. Though there was something seriously wrong with him, because really? This move of his provided your brain few seconds of clarity, your fingers falling into Steve's hair, pulling him away.

"I wasn't talking about my clothes."

His smile was positively innocent and boyish in a stark contrast to his heavy-lidded eyes.