We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[ The sensation is different than anything he's experienced and that's pretty limited too. It's different than his own hand and very different from his dry humping he just did a few moments ago. It's all very different and he never imagined it to be so complex. Steve kind of just thought of sex as something that had the same end result. He didn't really think too much on the different sensations that went hand in hand with the different acts. If he wasn't so focused on the way she felt wrapped around his cock he would have been anxious to get inside of her. This was good though. Very good.
Steve isn't too sure on the things he can and can't do while he's engaged with this. He's never been on the receiving end, but his hand is currently tangled in her hair. Not pulling, but it's holding on tightly. It's the only place where he can get a hand hold and to be honest he's not sure what to even do with his hands. It's not like they make manuals on this stuff. Maybe on positions and things like that, but certainly not on where the hell you put your hands when getting a blowjob.
His other hand joined the first and they both dig into her hair. He's pulling her into his face now because he really has no control over his hands right now or his hips. His left pulled up hard, but kept hold of her hair. He pulled her hair, but it wasn't really an intentional thought out thing. It wasn't something he thought needed to be done. It sort of just happened as his hips lifted off of the wall sharply. He was starting to see the appeal of this.
Breathing had become hard. His was getting a little heavy and strained. He was moaning a lot louder now and he didn't really care how silly it sounded. She was killing him with her mouth. ] Tony, don't--stop. God you feel so good. [ The word came out stressed as she hit a particularly sweet spot with him. ] Fu--ck. Yes. [ Steve never imagined himself as a guy who cursed during sex, but there was a first time for everything. Besides these were new sensations. They were shocking and Steve was still adjusting. ]
[ Oh. My. God. Holy shit, thank god Steve Rogers is a quick learner, because Tony's not sure she's ever gotten wet so fast from giving a guy head. It's worth it to just see him lose it, 'cause the great fucking gentleman she knows would never just grab somebody's hair and thrust into their mouth while they were choking for air. Which is, by the way, one of her favorite things. Is that fucked up? (Who cares. If Tony has her way, soon it'll be one of Cap's favorite things.)
She's not superhuman though. She has to tap out eventually, two quick hits against his hip before she completely pulls away, gasping for air and her lips swollen and shiny with spit. Her breathing comes labored, heavy, and her mascara is starting to get ruined. The reason she stops only has half to do with the fact that she was kneeling on hardwood floors. ]
I fucking love sucking your cock, we should make that clear, but if you don't fuck me on the floor right now I'm going to explode.
[ He's going to have to bookmark that experience as something he wants to revisit. When you're a teenage boy you think about these things being done for you, but unlike most teenage boys it took Steve about eighty plus years before they were actually done to him. That's kind of a long time to go without. Even though most of it was spent encased in ice. He was most definitely going to spend a good chunk of his time now thinking about Tony Stark and what she was capable of doing with her mouth and tongue. He was also going to think about how he brought her there with dry humping and his fingers. He liked that idea.
Steve would be happy to do that one. He had never done that with someone, but he hadn't done any of the stuff they just did. He was plenty excited to try this one too. He didn't waste much time in the removing of his t-shirt. He kicked his shoes off and then his pants and boxers followed them across the room. He dropped down onto his knees and slid over her body with his own. He could have just as easily carried on and pretended like he had minor experience in this, but he decided against it. He wanted her to know that instruction would not be ignored in this case.
He swallowed hard and bent his head around to whisper in her ear. Somehow whispering this felt better than saying it out loud to the world. ] I haven't--done--just tell me what has to change. [ It was almost like he was scared she'd laugh in his face because he only let a few seconds pass before he leaned in to kiss her hard on the mouth. His hand was already between their bodies holding his cock. He took the opportunity while she was busy with the kiss to slide inside of her slowly. He wanted to take that part easy. He was already crazy sensitive from the blowjob before. ]
[ Steve Rogers is going to fuck her into the floor. Oh god, she's going to need to make sure the surveillance footage goes only into her personal files. She's already got her legs spread for him, fingers running up and down the center of her slick, slipping two fingers inside herself while she waits for him to hurry up because she's pretty sure she's never wanted to come this bad. Tony's just — god, his shoulders — and she instantly hooks a leg over his waist as he settles over her. And.
—wait, what? ]
Wait— [ She pulls away from him, breaks the kiss and presses a hand against his chest to stop him, even though his cock is right there and. Look, Tony Stark, she's trying to be responsible. God, is he being serious? ]
[ Steve is halfway inside of her when she halted his progress. He expected it to be quite honest. It's kind of shocking news and he tried desperately to cover it up with a kiss and some quick movement. She's asking him if it's true and he's almost tempted to say it's a joke, but he can't. She'll figure it out sooner or later and he'd rather her guide him along than him fumble in the dark like he's never seen a naked body. He's seen a naked woman, but they were in racy photos some of the guys had in the military.
He swallowed hard and just nodded his head to answer it. He's award that he owes her an explanation of sorts, but he's not sure of how to actually start it. Because she's still wrapped around half of him and what she just did is fresh on his mind. ] Women weren't lining up to have sex with the small kid with asthma, Tony. After the serum I was busy with the war. Is it okay that I haven't--? I know the basics, but--a few nudges in the right direction is all I'll probably need. [ Because he's suddenly become hyper aware that maybe she doesn't want to fuck the virgin guy who has too many morals and outdated ideas about things. Though there was nothing outdated about all the things they had just done. ]
If I can't get you there--there's always my fingers. [ Sort of a joke. Sort of. ]
No, hey— [ This is an awkward conversation to have when she actually really, really wants him to be not half inside her and just screw her into the floor, but Tony— look. He's not— Cap is a friend. Sometimes. On a good day. And he more than made up for those two lost orgasms before, so— So she hits him in the shoulder instead. ]
Why the fuck would you not tell me?
[ She groans. Tony's lucky there's the corner of a persian rug right underneath her head or that might have hurt. Captain America is a virgin. Oh, god. She deep-throated Steve Rogers after talking dirty to him. But— right, no, Steve, don't look like that. ] Hey, Steve, no, don't go anywhere. [ She even clicks her fingers in-front of his face for good measure, tightening the leg that's thrown over his waist. ] Look, I just- You don't really like me. And I know sex is great, trust me, it's great, 'cause what we did was great, but are you sure you wanna—
—make me the first choice?
[ She's not looking for a sweeping declaration or anything, but she knows Steve at least believes in romance. Tony, not so much. ]
[ If Steve didn't make things awkward at least once then it wouldn't be a normal day for them. She had to know though. She had to be told because if he fumbled around then it'd be even worse. He didn't want to be bad in that sense for her. Was it weird that he wanted to be enough for her in this sense? He wanted her to have a good time too, but judging by how badly she wanted him it might have been overlooked. He can't dwell though because she's asking questions and Steve isn't a hundred percent sure how to even answer them without making it worse.
He doesn't even register the hit or anything beyond the words coming out of her mouth. It's not something that Steve broadcasts to the whole world honestly. It's hard enough not understanding this world he was thrust into. ] Because it's kinda embarrassing sometimes. I figured you'd laugh. [ She might have laughed if they weren't currently engaged in an act like this. She most definitely would have if he wasn't half inside of her.
She's trying to keep him grounded, but he can't help where his mind goes. Steve's still having trouble with the idea that women might somehow find him attractive. He nearly flailed every time a woman came near him during his USO tours. ] Because why not? Because as much as you yell at me that you're not my friend--you kinda are and I know you'll be semi okay with my lack of experience.
Also I may not like you in the way that you're saying, but I like you as a person. And dammit if you aren't really pretty right now. [ He pulled a straight face finally tilted his head. ] Now--are you gonna finish what we started or do I gotta go help myself in my quarters?
[ The truth is that sex makes Tony's brain a little stupid. And maybe it's the orgasm or the fact she actually still really wants to fuck him but is trying to do the right thing and failing, and if she wasn't so turned on she probably would have laughed anyway. Not because of the fact that Steve is a virgin, but because of the fact that— well, Tony's basically the furthest you can get from a virgin. Or a considerate partner.
Guys have said stranger things to her in an effort to get laid. But Steve, for some reason, with all his fumbling and his we're totally friends or whatever gets her to smile lazily, a hand shifting up to thread through his hair. ]
You think I'm pretty.
[ She kind of says it like a win, honestly. It must be a win, 'cause the next thing Tony does is cant her hips upwards, encouraging him with the press of her foot against his lower back. ]
I'll tell you when to touch me, just— just move, Steve.
[ She's proud of herself because Steve thinks she's pretty. He's not really that annoyed by that either. It's the truth. Tony Stark is pretty most days and sometimes he tries not to notice. Sometimes he tries not to look at her too long because it'll seem weird. It's one of those things you kind of just notice off the bat when you meet her. Right now though? Maybe it's because her hair is mess because of how hard he grabbed when she was sucking him. Or maybe it's the fact that her makeup is no longer perfect, but she's really pretty. It's weird and he's having a hard time pinning down why he feels this way.
Tony's moved her hips though and her heel digs into his back. He's pushed down further and deeper into her. He can't help the hiss that escaped though. She provoked it. He had a split second to nod and then he was pushing inside of her the rest of the way. The sensation was different than the mouth and much different than the way his fabric rubbed against him. None of this is at all familiar and he doesn't care. It's making his toes curl his nails dig into ground underneath him. There is really no leverage from this position, but he'll find it. He has to. Even if he has to put holes in her floor, but that might be too drastic and she'd surely complain.
His lips moved onto her neck and he nipped and sucked. His hips were slow in an attempt to keep himself under control for just a little bit longer. He'd be coming first and it didn't matter. Sex wasn't a science. It was basically just what felt good right? This felt good. Scratch that. It felt amazing. It also helped that he could feel her breasts rubbing against the bare skin of his chest now. ]
[ She moans, long and low, at the way he sinks into her. It's basically pornographic because, okay, Steve, again with the awesome dick, and her hand curls around the back of his neck as she tries to draw him even closer.
Weirdly enough — Tony's not big on the eye-contact thing, even less on the slow and steady wins the race thing — it's not really that bad. Virgin. Right. But virgin with the awesome refractory period? Way better. She keeps making these high-pitched noises, a little filthy and sometimes on the end of a hiccup when his mouth is hot against her neck, her skin, lighting her up from the inside out. It's good that Tony likes adrenaline and heights and fighting, otherwise sex would be her vice of choice — and it was, before Afghanistan. That and heroin, anyway.
It's a smooth push in, and it's that feeling of being stretched open, thick and solid and already Tony's trying not to move. She's about to stuff a knuckle into her own mouth so she won't say something that sounds a lot like begging, but then she flinches a little, her hand at his chest again. ]
Hey, Steve? Put your weight on your elbows a little— [ It doesn't hurt, but it's- a thing, with the arc reactor in her chest. ] —too close and my nightlight gets a little uncomfortable.
[ Her arc reactor is just apart of her by this point. Steve often doesn't think twice about it's presence there. She's insisted he lean up and he has no problem following that order. He lifted his head just a bit and then pushed his elbows underneath him on either side of her body. His hands are sort of curling around the top of her head and his fingers going into her hair with this new positioning. He doesn't mind it though. He's close, but he's no longer squishing her chest or the arc reactor.
Sometimes he's a little curious about how much it's plugged into her. He knows the basics, but he's gonna have to ask her later about it. She probably won't answer. She might make jokes, but his curiosity will be genuine. He wants to know.
If he thought listening to her during him finger fucking her was good he was sadly mistaken because this was much better. He's very much aware that his cock is responsible for this. He's inside of her. He's filling her and having a good time doing it as well. He can see her face a little better now and somehow watching it contort like this is doing something to Steve. It's chipping away at any sense of decency in Steve. Not that he even really minds that much.
The pace has picked up just a bit because he's getting a full front view of Tony at this angle. Well half of her anyways. He didn't have a chance earlier when she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Now he can see her and it's driving him nuts. There's a small part of him that wants to see if he can put her on paper, but asking would be hard. Tony can be difficult and Clint has made sure to inform Steve of the Titanic. The minute he learned Steve could draw he pulled out the "draw me like one of your french girls" line and then had to explain it to Steve.
His head drooped just enough and he kissed her slowly. His tongue slid out and into her mouth. His hips moved a little harder and quicker when he deepened the kiss. ]
[ The thing with the reactor is decidedly personal in a way Tony likes to pretend it isn't. It's not really about the tech (or the violating part of it; it's just, it's whatever) — it's that sense of physical weakness too, the skin where flesh meets metal sensitive beyond hell, and that's the last thing Tony Stark will ever buy into. (Nobody's called her weak since she made her first missile and put on her second pair of louboutins.)
Steve makes allowances, shifts above her as she knew he would; he sinks into her a little more, a little deeper, a little faster, and the sound she makes, the expression on her face, it's all because of him. Her hips rock back against his thrusts, or at least try to; another moan dies in the back of her throat when he dips in to kiss her, the kiss a little sweet and a lot messy, her hand tightening in his hair. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ She gasps it out, one hand falling with a loud bang against the floor as she scrabbles, eventually reaching up to sink her nails into his back. (When Captain America tries to fuck you into the floor?
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Steve isn't too sure on the things he can and can't do while he's engaged with this. He's never been on the receiving end, but his hand is currently tangled in her hair. Not pulling, but it's holding on tightly. It's the only place where he can get a hand hold and to be honest he's not sure what to even do with his hands. It's not like they make manuals on this stuff. Maybe on positions and things like that, but certainly not on where the hell you put your hands when getting a blowjob.
His other hand joined the first and they both dig into her hair. He's pulling her into his face now because he really has no control over his hands right now or his hips. His left pulled up hard, but kept hold of her hair. He pulled her hair, but it wasn't really an intentional thought out thing. It wasn't something he thought needed to be done. It sort of just happened as his hips lifted off of the wall sharply. He was starting to see the appeal of this.
Breathing had become hard. His was getting a little heavy and strained. He was moaning a lot louder now and he didn't really care how silly it sounded. She was killing him with her mouth. ] Tony, don't--stop. God you feel so good. [ The word came out stressed as she hit a particularly sweet spot with him. ] Fu--ck. Yes. [ Steve never imagined himself as a guy who cursed during sex, but there was a first time for everything. Besides these were new sensations. They were shocking and Steve was still adjusting. ]
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She's not superhuman though. She has to tap out eventually, two quick hits against his hip before she completely pulls away, gasping for air and her lips swollen and shiny with spit. Her breathing comes labored, heavy, and her mascara is starting to get ruined. The reason she stops only has half to do with the fact that she was kneeling on hardwood floors. ]
I fucking love sucking your cock, we should make that clear, but if you don't fuck me on the floor right now I'm going to explode.
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Steve would be happy to do that one. He had never done that with someone, but he hadn't done any of the stuff they just did. He was plenty excited to try this one too. He didn't waste much time in the removing of his t-shirt. He kicked his shoes off and then his pants and boxers followed them across the room. He dropped down onto his knees and slid over her body with his own. He could have just as easily carried on and pretended like he had minor experience in this, but he decided against it. He wanted her to know that instruction would not be ignored in this case.
He swallowed hard and bent his head around to whisper in her ear. Somehow whispering this felt better than saying it out loud to the world. ] I haven't--done--just tell me what has to change. [ It was almost like he was scared she'd laugh in his face because he only let a few seconds pass before he leaned in to kiss her hard on the mouth. His hand was already between their bodies holding his cock. He took the opportunity while she was busy with the kiss to slide inside of her slowly. He wanted to take that part easy. He was already crazy sensitive from the blowjob before. ]
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—wait, what? ]
Wait— [ She pulls away from him, breaks the kiss and presses a hand against his chest to stop him, even though his cock is right there and. Look, Tony Stark, she's trying to be responsible. God, is he being serious? ]
—are you serious?
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He swallowed hard and just nodded his head to answer it. He's award that he owes her an explanation of sorts, but he's not sure of how to actually start it. Because she's still wrapped around half of him and what she just did is fresh on his mind. ] Women weren't lining up to have sex with the small kid with asthma, Tony. After the serum I was busy with the war. Is it okay that I haven't--? I know the basics, but--a few nudges in the right direction is all I'll probably need. [ Because he's suddenly become hyper aware that maybe she doesn't want to fuck the virgin guy who has too many morals and outdated ideas about things. Though there was nothing outdated about all the things they had just done. ]
If I can't get you there--there's always my fingers. [ Sort of a joke. Sort of. ]
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Why the fuck would you not tell me?
[ She groans. Tony's lucky there's the corner of a persian rug right underneath her head or that might have hurt. Captain America is a virgin. Oh, god. She deep-throated Steve Rogers after talking dirty to him. But— right, no, Steve, don't look like that. ] Hey, Steve, no, don't go anywhere. [ She even clicks her fingers in-front of his face for good measure, tightening the leg that's thrown over his waist. ] Look, I just- You don't really like me. And I know sex is great, trust me, it's great, 'cause what we did was great, but are you sure you wanna—
—make me the first choice?
[ She's not looking for a sweeping declaration or anything, but she knows Steve at least believes in romance. Tony, not so much. ]
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He doesn't even register the hit or anything beyond the words coming out of her mouth. It's not something that Steve broadcasts to the whole world honestly. It's hard enough not understanding this world he was thrust into. ] Because it's kinda embarrassing sometimes. I figured you'd laugh. [ She might have laughed if they weren't currently engaged in an act like this. She most definitely would have if he wasn't half inside of her.
She's trying to keep him grounded, but he can't help where his mind goes. Steve's still having trouble with the idea that women might somehow find him attractive. He nearly flailed every time a woman came near him during his USO tours. ] Because why not? Because as much as you yell at me that you're not my friend--you kinda are and I know you'll be semi okay with my lack of experience.
Also I may not like you in the way that you're saying, but I like you as a person. And dammit if you aren't really pretty right now. [ He pulled a straight face finally tilted his head. ] Now--are you gonna finish what we started or do I gotta go help myself in my quarters?
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Guys have said stranger things to her in an effort to get laid. But Steve, for some reason, with all his fumbling and his we're totally friends or whatever gets her to smile lazily, a hand shifting up to thread through his hair. ]
You think I'm pretty.
[ She kind of says it like a win, honestly. It must be a win, 'cause the next thing Tony does is cant her hips upwards, encouraging him with the press of her foot against his lower back. ]
I'll tell you when to touch me, just— just move, Steve.
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Tony's moved her hips though and her heel digs into his back. He's pushed down further and deeper into her. He can't help the hiss that escaped though. She provoked it. He had a split second to nod and then he was pushing inside of her the rest of the way. The sensation was different than the mouth and much different than the way his fabric rubbed against him. None of this is at all familiar and he doesn't care. It's making his toes curl his nails dig into ground underneath him. There is really no leverage from this position, but he'll find it. He has to. Even if he has to put holes in her floor, but that might be too drastic and she'd surely complain.
His lips moved onto her neck and he nipped and sucked. His hips were slow in an attempt to keep himself under control for just a little bit longer. He'd be coming first and it didn't matter. Sex wasn't a science. It was basically just what felt good right? This felt good. Scratch that. It felt amazing. It also helped that he could feel her breasts rubbing against the bare skin of his chest now. ]
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Weirdly enough — Tony's not big on the eye-contact thing, even less on the slow and steady wins the race thing — it's not really that bad. Virgin. Right. But virgin with the awesome refractory period? Way better. She keeps making these high-pitched noises, a little filthy and sometimes on the end of a hiccup when his mouth is hot against her neck, her skin, lighting her up from the inside out. It's good that Tony likes adrenaline and heights and fighting, otherwise sex would be her vice of choice — and it was, before Afghanistan. That and heroin, anyway.
It's a smooth push in, and it's that feeling of being stretched open, thick and solid and already Tony's trying not to move. She's about to stuff a knuckle into her own mouth so she won't say something that sounds a lot like begging, but then she flinches a little, her hand at his chest again. ]
Hey, Steve? Put your weight on your elbows a little— [ It doesn't hurt, but it's- a thing, with the arc reactor in her chest. ] —too close and my nightlight gets a little uncomfortable.
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Sometimes he's a little curious about how much it's plugged into her. He knows the basics, but he's gonna have to ask her later about it. She probably won't answer. She might make jokes, but his curiosity will be genuine. He wants to know.
If he thought listening to her during him finger fucking her was good he was sadly mistaken because this was much better. He's very much aware that his cock is responsible for this. He's inside of her. He's filling her and having a good time doing it as well. He can see her face a little better now and somehow watching it contort like this is doing something to Steve. It's chipping away at any sense of decency in Steve. Not that he even really minds that much.
The pace has picked up just a bit because he's getting a full front view of Tony at this angle. Well half of her anyways. He didn't have a chance earlier when she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Now he can see her and it's driving him nuts. There's a small part of him that wants to see if he can put her on paper, but asking would be hard. Tony can be difficult and Clint has made sure to inform Steve of the Titanic. The minute he learned Steve could draw he pulled out the "draw me like one of your french girls" line and then had to explain it to Steve.
His head drooped just enough and he kissed her slowly. His tongue slid out and into her mouth. His hips moved a little harder and quicker when he deepened the kiss. ]
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Steve makes allowances, shifts above her as she knew he would; he sinks into her a little more, a little deeper, a little faster, and the sound she makes, the expression on her face, it's all because of him. Her hips rock back against his thrusts, or at least try to; another moan dies in the back of her throat when he dips in to kiss her, the kiss a little sweet and a lot messy, her hand tightening in his hair. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ She gasps it out, one hand falling with a loud bang against the floor as she scrabbles, eventually reaching up to sink her nails into his back. (When Captain America tries to fuck you into the floor?
You better believe he's trying.) ]
—fuck me harder, I won't break, Steve, shit.