A/N:
Reminder that this is a MATURE story, and if you can't handle certain euphemisms for genitalia or naturally occurring bodily features (hair, etc), then you probably shouldn't be reading my story. No negative comments about that please. 💜
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Millie hummed quietly to herself as she began sanitising the surgical instruments. She was expecting to be completely behind when it came to knowledge, considering all the other trainee nurses had at least a week ahead of her, but according to an older woman in her course, she hadn't missed much at all.
When she arrived this morning, only half of her class was present. She'd taken a quick liking to the older woman who introduced herself to Millie as Sheila Hilde.
According to Sheila, half the girls were picked to go do rounds with the matron, while the other half of the girls were told to stay back and clean. The hospital was reportedly very short staffed, so they had to take turns.
Millie stood with Sheila at their station, listening to the various chatters around her. She had left Steve about two hours ago, since she'd popped in before her shift to see how he was doing. Bucky was just about to leave for his own shift at a construction sight, and despite both his own worry and Millie's, Steve promised them both he was fine.
The truth was he genuinely did look better, his skin was less translucent and the dark blue eye bags he'd accumulated were starting to minimise. Not only was he physically looking better, but he sounded better and was stronger than before. Just a few days prior he could barely get out of bed, and his chest would rattle with his breath, but now he looked as if he just had a normal persons cold.
Millie had promised him that she'd swing by his apartment after her first day was over and cook him dinner, and of course, Steve tried to protest the latter part, telling her all he cared about was her having a good first day and if she wasn't too tired, he'd be more than happy for her to come see him, but he didn't want her to cook for him. He felt far too guilty.
Millie didn't mind, of course, in fact she kind of liked doing that kind of stuff for him. Her family was a modern one, but Millie still liked the idea of doing something for her significant other.
Significant other...
That's what Steve was to her and every time she thought about it, her heart did a somersault. That morning that she laid on his chest when he'd asked her to be his girl was one of the happiest moments of her life, and maybe to some that may seem sad, but Millie hadn't lived a particularly riveting life, so the fact that the boy she'd been falling for felt the same way, and wanted her in the same way, it made her heart swell.
She'd of course told her parents, but changed the story just slightly so they wouldn't know she'd stayed the night at his. She'd told them that on her way back from Sylvia's house, she'd stopped and saw Steve to check on him, and that's when he'd asked. Her parents were still protective of her, as much as they could be at least, but she knew that when they'd met Steve that some of their nerves had dissipated. Millie also knew that it was more than likely because of how he looked.
Millie hardly noticed the double doors swing open until Sheila had nudged her arm lightly. "Hm?"
"Let me introduce you to the others." Millie nodded and peeled off the latex gloves, throwing them into the bin.
As Sheila led her to the other half of the class, Millie instantly recognised one particular blonde girl that stood slightly taller than the others– Sylvia Wells.
As soon as Millie noticed her, Sylvia turned and faced her, eyes going wide. "Why hello there!" She chirped. "Fancy running into you here."
Sylvia looked cleaner today, not that she was particularly dirty looking before, but she had an almost professional look about her. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and her makeup was far neater.
"And you!" Millie chimed. "I didn't know you were training to be a nurse."
"Oh, well neither did I about you. It's not exactly something we covered while in that bathroom."
"Yeah, oh, thank you for that, again."
"It was nothing, don't worry about it."
"No, seriously, thank you."
"Well, anytime, okay?"
"Ladies!" The matron called. "Are you going to stand around chatting like school girls or are you going to clean?"
"Sorry, Matron." Millie and Sylvia mumble and then make their way to fold sheets.
Once out of ear shot, the two girls stood together as they folded the linen. "Shouldn't we be learning something? Instead of just cleaning and tidying." Millie whispered.
"You'd think that, but unless we are on rounds, this is all we've been doing."
"I feel like we should be studying before we even go on rounds."
"I think you're right." Sylvia agreed. "So, what did you get up to after that party?"
"Not much..." Millie failed to hide her smile, thinking about her walk back with Steve and the midnight kiss on the cheek she gave him.
"You're lying," Sylvia whisper-shouted. "Come on, spill it."
Millie quickly looked around to make sure nobody was watching them talk before turning back to Sylvia, passing her the corner of a large bed sheet. "I ended up walking home with a cute boy," Sylvia wiggled her eyebrows. "And that boy happens to be my boyfriend now."
Sylvia gaped her mouth open. "What? Who?"
Millie noted that the two girls were talking as if they were good friends, like they hadn't only met once before. It was nice, and it made Millie feel better about using her name as an excuse for seeing Steve these past two weeks. It was probably because Sylvia was so open and forward, making Millie feel comfortable to talk like this.
"His name's Steve, Steve Rogers."
Millie watched at Sylvia's eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, as in, Bucky Barnes' friend?"
Millie nodded. "Yeah, you know Bucky?"
"Everyone knows Bucky Barnes." She shrugged. "And Everyone knows that Steve is his best friend."
"They're both lovely."
"So I've heard, but most of the ladies are after Bucky, not Steve.
"Well they didn't know what they were missing." Millie looked down and tried to hide her blush. "He's pretty special."
"Well hey, I'm happy for you." Sylvia gave a genuine smile. "Especially after that prick from the party did what he did to you."
"Yeah, I was pretty shattered about that. But looking at it now, I guess if he'd never done that, I wouldn't be with Stevie now."
"That's a really good way to look at it, and hey, you and I wouldn't have already met either. I have a feeling that you and I are going to become fast friends, Millie."
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The rest of Millie's first day passed in a blur, having both Sylvia and Sheila there kept her great company, but despite having such a good first day, she couldn't help her mind wandering back to Steve.
She was still so worried about him, even though he was feeling better. She would have been thinking of him even if he wasn't just coming off of being sick, and she wondered if he was thinking of her too.
As 5pm rolled around, Millie began to pack her things into her satchel. She was completely exhausted, despite spending most of her day just cleaning. If she was this tired from something like that, she worried how she'd do when the nursing work began to pile on.
"Hey, Millie!" Sylvia called and scurried to Millie's locker as she locked it shut. "Do you wanna do something tonight?"
Millie put her strap on her shoulder and began to walk to the hallways. "Oh, I'm actually busy tonight. I'm going straight to Steve's from here."
Sylvia walked next to Millie down the hall, making their way to the hospital exit along with the rest of the students. "Ooh," Sylvia smirked. "What for?" She nudged Millie playfully.
Millie laughed, catching onto the hint Sylvia was dropping. "Not what you're thinking, I can assure you."
Sylvia scoffed. "You're no fun, Millie."
As the two girls laughed and walked out the door into the dark, Millie almost didn't notice the small silhouette standing at the gates with his hands behind his back.
"Steve?" Millie gasped, skipping over to him. "What are you doing here?"
Millie opened her arms and engulfed him in a hug. Steve wrapped an arm around her, pressing his face into her curls. "Hey Millie Mae." He squeezed her tight. "I wanted to surprise you, to congratulate you on your first day."
Millie pulled away and Steve brought his other hand out from behind his back, showing off a small but beautiful bouquet of flowers.
Before Millie could even react, a chorus of squeaky "aw's" came from the near forgotten group of nursing students that Millie had exited with. She turned around and gave a shy smile, locking eyes with Sylvia who just smirked.
"Stevie," Millie cooed. "They're beautiful, thank you!" She put one of her hands on his face. "But you didn't have to do this, it's freezing out."
Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Millie. Besides, I couldn't let my best girl walk alone in the dark."
Millie lent into Steve lightly and whispered. "Thank you." Before reaching up and kissing his cheek.
Steve felt his entire body tingle, he had never felt so shy before, yet so full of love. Millie was openly and publicly showing off their relationship without a care in the world, paying no mind to the group of girls watching them. She wasn't ashamed of him, or ashamed to be with him. Steve already knew that, but every time they were out in public, it's as if it solidified it in his brain.
"Awe," the couple heard Sylvia say. "You two are adorable, it's disgusting." Millie laughed as the blonde girl approached her and Steve.
"Stevie, this is Sylvia. I met her at Dot's New Years party, turns out we're studying together."
Sylvia held her hand out forcefully, causing Steve to look at it almost suspiciously before taking it. "Pleased to meet you, Sylvia."
"And you, Stevie." Steve blushed at Sylvia's use of Millie's nickname for him, but said nothing.
"Well, we better get going." Millie said, knowing Steve was more than likely overwhelmed by the amount of women staring at him and her. "Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Millie asked Sylvia.
"Oh yeah," she confirmed, turning to look at the others. "We're all going out for drinks just around the block. Safety in numbers, and all that."
"Drinks? On a Monday?" Millie chuckled.
"Trust me, hun. You'll be coming with us after your first week of training, it's stressful."
Millie intertwined her fingers with Steve's, noting how firmly he grasped hers. "If you say so, see you tomorrow Sylvia! Bye girls!" Millie called out to the others as her and Steve turned to make their down the street.
As the chatter of nurses got quieter, Millie sleepily laid her head into the crook of Steve's neck, breathing in the scent of him.
"Are you feeling better?" Millie spoke while stifling a yawn.
"Mhm," Steve rubbed his thumb over her hand. "Much better, actually."
"That's good. Still want me to come around?"
"Absolutely, if you still want to."
Millie yawned again. "Of course, but I think I'll have to call my parents and tell them I'm staying at Sylvia's."
"Speaking of which, is that the same Sylvia you just introduced me to?"
"Yeah! Can you believe we're studying together now?" Millie couldn't help but smile at the thought of maybe having an actual friend. Of course she had Steve and Bucky, but Sylvia was a girl! She could talk to her all about Steve and not feel weird, poor Bucky probably wouldn't want to know some of the stuff that goes through her mind.
"I'm really happy for you," Steve gripped her hand tighter. "So I'll take it your first day was good?"
The two rounded the corner, heading down a neighbourhood street. "It definitely wasn't bad, but we just didn't do much. I mostly cleaned or tidied with Sylvia or this older woman called Sheila. The matron was pretty scary though."
Steve faltered for a moment, it wouldn't have even been noticeable if Millie wasn't literally connected to him by their hands. "What's wrong?"
"Hm?" Steve looked at Millie and just shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing, just... the matron. What was her name?"
Millie thought for a moment. "I think I heard Sylvia call her Mrs Crane." Steve nodded.
"I thought so. Mom never liked her much either, said she was too old fashioned."
It had never occurred to Millie that she would be working in the same hospital as Steve's mother, the very one that she contracted TB in and couldn't shake it. He'd never said anything, of course, but Millie now realised it, and thought that perhaps that was why he was so against being brought to the hospital while he was sick, it probably reminded him of his mother.
Millie wanted to ask, wanted to find out and comfort him if needed, but today was the first day he seemed like him again, not deathly sick and not half asleep. If she'd bring up his mother in such a way, she worried it might cause him to get sad and turn into a recluse.
So instead, Millie just snuggled into his side closer, enjoying their walk home in a comfortable silence, listening to the pattern of his breathing.
When they'd finally turned into Steve's lot, Millie was positively shivering, and that was with Steve's body heat coming from the side of him. It was February now, and slightly warmer, but not by much. It made Millie wonder how she ever walked around in peak winter, soaking wet.
Steve led Millie up the stairs to his apartment, fiddling in his pockets, looking for his keys. Millie felt like they'd been in this position many times, with her teeth chattering as she patiently waited for him to unlock his front door. It was a small moment, so insignificant in the eyes of another, but to her, it was one of her favourites. Knowing that opening the door would lead to warmth and safety while she lay in his arms was comforting to her.
As soon as the door swung open, Millie was met with the slight warmth that lingered from Steve's previously lit fire. He took her coat off, sliding it down her shoulders slowly, letting his warm hands graze down her arms.
"You're freezing." He muttered. "You're colder than me."
Millie sighed contentedly as he continued to run his hands up and down her arms. "Mm, maybe you could help warm me up?"
Steve chuckled and Millie spun around in her spot, slowly unbuttoning his coat to slip it off of him. She wanted to run her own hands up and down his arms, but hers were far too cold.
Millie smiled softly, admiring each and every freckle that dotted Steve's rosy cheeks. "Maybe a fire?"
Steve looked around sheepishly. "About that... I used the last of the wood up. I haven't been able to go get more since I haven't been working."
Millie gasped lightly. "Steve! You could have told me, I could've bought you some wood."
"Yeah, see, that's the last thing I'd let you do."
"What? Buy you wood?"
"No, buy me anything."
"But Steve-"
"No buts," he put a finger to her lips, shushing her in the process. "I can take care of myself Millie, we just might have to go without a fire for a few days."
Millie frowned but relented. "Well, we have to find some way to keep warm."
Steve was silent while he thought. "You're staying the night, right?" Millie nodded. "Well, I'm not sick anymore so, if you want, we could just get into bed together." Steve's face screwed up slightly as if he regretted what he just said. "I mean, you know, to hang out... and talk."
Millie chuckled. "Sounds nice and cosy, Stevie. I'd like that."
Millie and Steve slipped their shoes off and walked slowly next to one another to Steve's room. The makeshift bed that Millie had been sleeping on while she stayed over had been cleaned up, and she was grateful that she'd be sleeping next to him tonight. A voice inside her head told her she was moving too fast, but was there really such a thing as too fast when you feel this way about someone?
Steve handed Millie the pyjama top and pants she'd been sleeping in, some of his old ones that fit her tightly everywhere, and even more so in all the right places.
"I'll turn around, don't worry." Steve smiled and looked away as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"Thank you." Millie tried to reach behind her to unzipped her dress, but after a few moments of flailing and failing to reach it, she let out a huff. "Uh, Stevie?"
"Hm?" He responded and Millie turned her head slightly to the side, just peeking on Steve who stood shirtless, still facing away from Millie.
"I can't reach my zipper..."
"Oh, did you need some help?" His voice cracked lightly.
"Yes please." Steve turned around and despite being self conscious himself at his body, he was trying to be more okay with it, especially after that unashamed display of affection outside the hospital he'd received.
Millie brushed her hair over her shoulders and waited for Steve. He'd placed his smooth hands on her back and grabbed the zipper tag, dragging it down her spine relatively slow. He was, of course, doing so for his own enjoyment.
Her white bra strap peaked through the separated material and Steve sucked in a breath, this being the most he'd seen of her. He couldn't help but admire her skin, how she had three freckles that formed a near-perfect triangle on her right shoulder blade, and how her bra straps dug into her and left little red marks from being worn all day. All these little things reminded him that she was real.
He lingered for a moment once he'd zipped the tag down to the bottom, his warm hands just brushing the skin of her lower back. When Millie turned around rather abruptly, it almost startled him.
"Sorry..." he began to pull his hands away but Millie reached forward and grabbed them in her own, cold ones.
"Don't be," she whispered. "You know, you could help me out of the rest of my dress, if you'd like."
Millie watched as Steve gulped before nodding slowly. He hooked his fingers around the back of the open, blue material and began to pull the dress down.
First, it exposed her bra clad chest, covered in goosebumps, whether that be from the temperature or the nature of what was going on, the answer was unknown. Steve slowly pulled Millie's dress down further, and once he reached her panties, he halted, looking back to Millie for a reassuring nod before continuing.
After the dress was over her wide hips, it fell straight to the floor, leaving Millie slightly exposed in nothing but her underwear set and the nude stockings that rose up her legs, stopping mid thigh. Steve was staring at her like she was some work of art, and it gave Millie the confidence to stand like this in front of him.
She shivered in the cold, wrapping her arms in front of her which simultaneously pushed her fuller breasts up and together. Steve was desperately trying to maintain eye. Intact with her, but every time she breathed and her tits would strain against her bra, his eyes flicked down to watch.
"Stevie?" She muttered and Steve suddenly realised just what happened to be going on.
"Hm?" He asked. "Oh, uh, sorry Millie." He went to turn away but Mille stopped him, raising a hand to his cheek.
"You don't have to do that," she suggested. "Do you...want to look some more?"
Steve hesitated before nodding lightly, not wanting to seem too eager. Millie reached forward for his hands and led them behind her back, placing them right on the clasp of her bra.
"Just tug at it a little."
Millie watched intently as Steve nodded. It took him a few times to finally get the damned thing undone but when he finally managed, and let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Steve had dreamt about this moment, quite literally, but the truth was better than he'd imagined. Her breasts bounced when they fell and Steve wasn't even attempting to look her in the eye anymore, having his attention distracted by the supple skin of her chest, and the slightly tanned tint of her nipples.
Millie, now feeling unfairly exposed in comparison, reached for Steve's belt loops and gently played with them, moving her hands to his button. She looked to him, noticing his breathing halt slightly.
"You can take them off of me, if you want to." He gulped.
Millie smiled and proceeded to fiddle with the button, popping it out of its socket all the while staring at Steve. Once open, she slid the zipper of his trousers down his now growing bulge, noticing how his pants had gotten considerably tighter. She slowly tugged the material down the curve of his ass, down to his knees, letting him kick off the last of it with a slight fumble.
Standing in front of each other, now both in nothing but their underwear, the couple patiently took their time admiring one another. Steve reached out first, letting his fingers trace just below her breast, slowly creeping his fingers up until his thumb and his pointer was rolling her nipple between the pads.
Millie wasn't sure when they'd gotten so close, their stomachs now touching. Steve's underwear sat low on his hips, little dark-blonde curls stuck out of his boxers, turning into a light trail that led to his naval. Mille could feel the hair tickle her abdomen, but instead of giggling and pulling away, she revelled in the feeling, allowing her fingers to trace around his waistband.
Steve changed his little twisting of her nipples into a full grope of both her breasts, suppressing a whimper over the feeling of her hard nipples poking into his palms while he squeezed, thinking to himself how this was so much better than the photographs.
Millie locked eyes with Steve once again, and both leaned in simultaneously, sharing a passionate kiss. Millie missed kissing him, not that she was particularly good at avoiding doing so while he was sick, but she definitely held back on the amount. Kissing Steve had quickly become her favourite pastime, and doing so near-naked was even better.
Millie squeezed her thighs together at the feeling of her wetness pooling in her white panties, her sex begging to be touched. Steve's bulge was pushing against her pelvis now, rock hard, and Millie found herself mentally asking 'do I want this?'
Did Steve want this?
"Steve..." she muttered into the kiss.
"Mm." He half moaned, half responded to her.
Millie felt her knees buckle as she felt Steve rock his hips against hers subconsciously. "Do you want to move this to the bed?"
Steve paused for a moment before nodding, leaning back in to kiss her again, letting go of her plush breasts and moving to cup her cheeks. He slowly walked Millie back, letting the back of her knees hit the mattress, causing her to lay down.
Millie scooted backwards so her head was laying on Steve's feather pillow, and Steve slowly crawled until he was on top of her. He began attacking Millie's neck with his lips, kissing the gentle skin passionately until he all of a sudden nipped at it, causing Millie to let out a yelp.
"Sorry!" He pulled away speedily. "I didn't mean to, I just-"
"Shh, Stevie." Millie giggled. "I liked it."
Steve stared at Millie for a second, trying to figure out if this was really happening. "Oh..."
Millie almost rolled her eyes at how scared he was of hurting her, but refrained because despite not wanting to be seen as a porcelain doll, she couldn't help the secret desire to feel protected and made small by him.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around Steve's waist, pushing his hips down against hers and pulled his lips back down to hers, kissing him passionately while rolling her hips up to get some sort of friction against her clothed pussy.
"Mmm-ah!" Millie let out before clamping her mouth shut, causing Steve to chuckle before delving back to her neck.
"You know," he started, suckling her skin between words. "You can make your little noises, Millie. I like them."
Millie felt herself blush, grateful Steve couldn't see her crimson cheeks. She intertwined her fingers into his sandy blonde hair, twiddling his locks as he continued to kiss and suck her delicate skin, no doubt leaving little hickies.
Steve began to move lower down her neck, grazing over her collar bone with his lips and moving down lower. Right as he reached her breast, he pulled away. "Can I-uh?"
"Please..."
He lent back down and attached his lips to her nipple, causing Millie to flutter her eyes shut and part her lips lightly. "Oh!" She spoke out.
She couldn't help but roll her hips more over the feeling of his wet tongue swirling around the little nub, all while her other breasts nipple was being pinched and squeezed between his fingers.
"Steve...Stevie..." Millie'a breathing grew harsher. "P-please, I need more."
He removed his lips from her nipple, letting his teeth linger as they stayed latched to the sensitive skin for a moment before releasing.
He sat up on his knees, trailing his fingers down the skin of of her stomach before they reached her panties. Millie lifted her hips up slightly, allowing him easier removal.
"You sure you want me to?" He asked and Millie smiled.
"Positive."
Steve hooked his fingers into the cotton and tugged them down, over her ass and down her thick thighs. His eyes didn't leave her glistening pussy as he flung the material from her legs to the floor.
She was slick with her own wetness, shining lightly under the yellowed lighting of Steve's room. Steve didn't know much about women, and even less about sex, but he knew from Bucky that a woman being wet was a good thing, and Steve couldn't help the pride that came with knowing he'd caused that.
Millie watched as Steve lowered himself again, holding onto her propped up legs as he settled his shoulders between them, face only a few inches from her heat. She didn't mean to, but she found herself bucking up, desperate for any kind of contact.
If only Millie knew the panic going through Steve's mind in this very moment. Not because he didn't want to be doing this, he did, he wanted to be doing this and so much more, but he was worried he wouldn't be good enough. He had no idea how to touch a woman with his hands, let alone his mouth, and even more so with his cock.
"Can you, uh, let me know if I'm doing it right?"
"Mmhm," Millie nodded. "I will."
Steve lowered his head those last few inches, sticking his tongue out and flicking it over the clit briskly. Millie let out a gasp, gripping the sheets beneath her and Steve took it as a good sign. He repeated his action, flicking the clit once, twice more before moving his tongue to the bottom of her slit and licking a strip right back up to her clit.
"Mmm, yes!" Millie huffed. "That's good, Stevie."
Steve repeated the actions again a few times, then instead of flicking his tongue over her clit, he parted his lips and took her clit into her mouth, suckling on the bundle of nerves and revelling in the way her back arched off of the bed at first contact.
"Oh, yes!" She cried, moving her hands from the sheets to Steve's hair and fisting his locks tightly between her fingers. "God, please keep going."
Millie began to roll her hips along with his movements, as if trying to get his mouth even closer to her, desperately needy. She'd never felt anything quite like this, and when Steve suddenly added two fingers inside of her, Millie swore she saw stars when she squeezed her eyes shut.
An all too familiar feeling was building up inside of her, a feeling she knew well from the countless nights she spent figuring out her own body, but it came far quicker with Steve. He had no experience and yet his mouth was working wonders on her pussy, sucking and nipping incredibly lightly. It was as if the more her body reacted to his touch, the more intense his touch became, because if Steve was honest, seeing her writhe like this beneath him was turning him on so much he began grinding into the mattress beneath him.
Millie wanted release, she was desperate for it even, but she wanted to please Steve even more so, wanted to take it in turns through the night, so she tugged upwards at his hair. He fluttered his eyes open and lifted from the lips of her pussy, releasing her clit with a 'pop'.
"What?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong."
Millie chuckled and pulled him upwards towards her. "No, you were...damn you were doing really good." She watched as Steve breathed a sigh of release. "I just want to please you as well."
Millie slowly crept her hand down to his boxers, keeping her eyes on him for any sign of reluctance. She gently started to palm him through the material, his cock twitching against her hand as she rubbed.
"Shit." He hung his head low, closing his eyes.
Millie giggled lightly. "Feel good?"
Steve didn't respond, only let out a throaty moan to signify that yes, it did in fact, feel very good. Millie continue to massage him through his boxers before moving to slip her hand inside.
"Wait," he said and Millie stopped dead in her tracks, fingers just barely grazing the inside of the waistband. "Are you sure you want to be doing this?"
Millie softly smiled, never thinking she'd be lucky enough to have a man be so considerate of her. "Of course, Stevie." She breathed out. "Are you sure that you want to be doing this?"
Steve almost laughed as he answered. "Are you kidding me, Millie Mae?" Leaning down to peck the tip of her nose. "Of course."
Millie thought for a moment, swallowing hard. "Do you...want to do more?"
Steve blinked at the question. "I-well... do you?" Not wanting to seem too eager, when the truth was yes, he really fucking wanted to do more. Maybe he was thinking with his dick, but every part of him ached for her.
Millie nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me."
Steve had to fight back the smile playing on his lips. "Should I get a condom?" He asked timidly and Millie nodded.
He crawled off of her body and Millie watched him open the drawer to his bedside table, that familiar little red and white tin making yet another appearance, except this time, with a reason.
He stood on his knees, his hard cock making a tent out of his boxers, and flicked the metal lid open. Once he'd picked out a perfectly rolled up rubber, he'd set the tin aside and then became still, as if he was unsure what to do next.
Millie had of course seen him nude before, but she had honestly hardly acknowledged it. In her mind, he was a sick patient and she was a nurse, simply doing her duty at taking care of him. And, him being incredibly sick, it wasn't like he was standing at attention for her. Now, however, Millie felt herself gulp, unsure exactly what was waiting for her behind the thin layer of material.
"Are you okay?" She asked quietly. "We don't have to do this, Stevie."
"No!" He said a little too quickly. "I mean, I want to do this Millie, I really do. It's just..." he sucked in a deep breath. "Don't laugh, okay?"
Millie felt a sadness overcome her. "Stevie..." she cooed, sitting upright in front of him. "Why would I laugh?"
The truth is that Steve didn't know why he'd even said that, it was like subconsciously, due to his history with bullies, he forgot who he was talking to. He felt so vulnerable, about to be fully nude in front of her, that it was like all his insecurities came flooding back.
Steve knew his cock wasn't small, but he had no idea how to use it. And he'd heard through Bucky that it was likely to hurt the girl the first time, and Steve couldn't bare the thought of hurting his sweet girl.
"Steve?"
"I'm sorry, I just don't know what I'm supposed to do." He tried to laugh to hide his embarrassment.
"Here," Millie said, placing her hands on his hips. "We can work it out together. Yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah that sounds good." He smiled.
"Can I take these off?" Millie questioned, referring to Steve's boxers and he nodded.
Slowly, Millie pulled the material down and watched intently as his cock dragged down with the waistband before springing free, right in front of her face.
Millie's eyes widened at the sight of it, red hot head bobbing before her eyes, sandy blonde curls covering the skin of his groin. A dribble of precum showed itself, and Millie couldn't resist leaning forward and licking it from his slit, which of course caused Steve to suck in a shaky breath.
Steve reached for the rolled up condom and held it to the tip of his dick, slowly unrolling the rubber down his cock as Millie watched it take the shape of him. Once at the base, he looked at Millie and smiled slightly, nervous and excited at the same time.
Millie leant back and Steve followed, laying on top of her and propping himself up by his elbows, cock hovering over her heat.
Both of their breaths were hot in each other's faces, shaky and shallow. Millie's heart was pounding in her chest. "Stevie, we're not moving too fast, are we?"
It had been only just over a month of knowing each other, and only a few days of going steady with one another. To an outsider, they were absolutely going too fast. But to them...
"I'm not sure, Millie." Steve breathed. "All I know is that this feels right, it feels right with you."
Millie hummed, her nerves slightly subsiding. Who really cared how fast they had sex? If they wanted to, surely it was nobody's business but their own. And anyway, Millie was pretty sure Bucky had slept with complete strangers before, hell, Steve knew Bucky had slept complete strangers before. Was this much different?
Steve moved one hand down to his cock, holding it in position and slicking it in her wetness. He took one final look at Millie's dark eyes, softening under her gaze. "Are you sure?" He asked, almost a whisper, and his voice cracked.
"I'm sure, baby."
Steve nodded and started to push in gently, the head of his cock just breaking past the entrance of her pussy. Millie squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for a pain that she thought was inevitable, however instead of excruciatingly awful, she was instead met with a slight sting as his cock stretched her insides.
Steve waited a few seconds, letting Millie adjust before pushing in the rest of the way, all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck..." Steve hissed. "Jesus, Millie. You're so soft."
"Mmf." Millie let out, not knowing how else to describe the feeling except for pleasantly full.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, just give me a second."
Millie felt incredibly tight around Steve's twitching cock, hot and squishy too. Steve wouldn't admit it, but he nearly came the second he was inside of her, never having felt such a thing before. He found himself wondering what it would feel like without a condom, probably nice and wet.
After a few moments, Millie nodded her head. "Okay, you can move now, Stevie."
Before Steve did anything, he leant down and kissed her forehead lightly, his warm lips soothing her. Slowly, he began to rock his hips, in and out, back and forth. He was being incredibly gentle with her, despite everything inside of him screaming for him to go faster, harder, to pound into her until he released into the condom.
"Am I doing this right?" Steve asked rather strained.
"Mm, well it feels good so I'd say yes." Millie breathed out. "Does it feel good for you?"
"It feels fucking amazing, Mills." He groaned out. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
"It stung at first, but now it just feels good."
Steve smiled to himself, he was so happy that he was making his girl, his Millie Mae, feel good.
"You can go faster now, Steve." Millie wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Steve picked up the pace, thrusting faster now but still gently. His cock twitched inside of her tight pussy and when he pulled away from the kiss, he took his time watching Millie. He watched how her eyes closed and her lips parted, with little whimpers escaping with every thrust. She was beautiful, she was like a goddess, and she was all his. He was the luckiest man in the world.
"Mm, Steve...Harder!" Millie cried. "I-I need more."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Steve please!"
Millie started to clench around his cock, tightening as she arched her back in pure ecstasy. Steve hesitated, but eventually started to fuck her harder, and with her arched back, it hit a special little spot inside that made Millie's eyes roll back in her head.
Steve wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, all he knew is it felt good, and he never wanted it to end. He didn't go too hard, even though with what little strength he had, he could definitely go harder. He was still worried he'd hurt her if he let his desires take over.
Millie knew he was holding back, of course, and moved her hands from his neck, replacing their spot with her lips, and instead moved her hands to his hips. She suckled on his neck, leaving little marks over his delicate skin while she started pulling his hips down, giving herself the pressure she craved, pounding him into herself.
"Oh fuck, oh Steve!"
Steve felt that feeling build in his stomach, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. He didn't want to stop, but he felt he wouldn't have a choice in the matter, his body was giving in soon.
Steve slightly shifted his hips, angling himself to a new spot and Millie let out a groan, throwing her head back. "Oh god!" Steve watched in awe as her entire face screwed up. "I'm-I'm going to cum. Please don't stop."
It was like hearing those words ignited something inside of him, he didn't stop, no, quite the opposite. He let go, and let every bit of desire he had take control. It was hard, sure, perhaps not as hard as another man's– a bigger man's, but it was as hard as Steve could manage.
Even though there was a part of Millie that wouldn't mind if it were harder, she was perfectly content with the level of intensity she had with him. In fact, she was more than content. Millie felt that if sex with Steve was like this for the rest of her life, she'd be happy. Because the truth was that it wasn't just the fact that it was sex, it was sex with Steve.
Her Stevie.
Millie moved her hands back to his neck, no longer needing to pull his hips to hers, fully trusting him to keep up his pace. "I'm-I'm-"
"Come on, Mills. Cum..."
Millie felt herself clench around his cock. "I'm cumming!" She cried, feeling her pussy throb with fervour.
Steve watched as her face contorted, her mouth pinched and her eyes crossed. It was the most beautiful orgasm face he'd ever seen. Well, in all honesty, it was the only orgasm face he'd ever seen, but something about it was just too cute. She was wriggling in pure ecstasy, the veins in her neck were protruding. She was perfect.
Steve couldn't take it, as Millie came down from her high, her face giving a wobbly smile, Steve felt his balls tighten before he spilled into the condom, head hung over and groaning into her neck.
"Fuck, Millie...Millie...Mmmilie." He muttered, over and over again, seeing stars as he exploded. He'd never cum like this before.
Slumping down on top of her, their heavy breathing matched up to one another's. Both covered in sweat, a mix of each other's, neither cared as the laid, melting into one another.
"Millie," Steve started. "That was..."
"Perfect?"
"Perfect." Steve chuckled. "Even more so." He lifted his head and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly.
Millie peeked over Steve's shoulder to see his room in shambles, clothes strewn every which way, and his quilt was hanging half off the bed. Somehow, Steve's boxers had found themselves hooked onto the bed frame and Millie giggled.
"You know what, Steve? I never pictured you as a boxers kind of guy."
Steve let out a breathy laugh. "So you were picturing me in my underwear, were you?"
"Maybe... were you picturing me?"
Steve blushed, looking away. "Yeah... that and much more. Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry, Stevie." She kissed him.
The two laid in silence for a few moments before Steve finally spoke up. "Hey," he started. "Millie Mae?"
"Mm?"
"Thank you."
"For what, Stevie?"
"For choosing me." His voice was quiet, almost like he was trying to hide the emotion within it.
"I don't think I had much of a say in the matter Stevie," Millie whispered. "You just sort of happened, but I'm so happy about it."
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A/N:
I hope you guys liked the first smut of this story, I've been writing smut for a while but it never gets any easier haha.
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As always,
Peace and love.
-Lonah Lennox.
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First upload: 5/11/21