(Little bit of a businessman AU here. Large age difference and maybe a bit OOC, but hope you enjoy anyways! P.S. This GIF is delicious.)

I uncross and cross my legs for the fifth time in a row, sighing just loud enough to grab his attention. He looks over to me instantly and I bite my lip, letting my eyes travel down his fit, suit-clad body, then back up to his blue eyes again. Smiling at the heat held just in his gaze, I raise my cocktail glass to him before taking a delicate sip. The corner of his mouth turns up slightly before he hurries to answer the question my father just asked him. I take great pleasure in the way he stutters a bit before being able to talk regularly again. 

His name is Steven Rogers and I've had a crush on him since I was sixteen. Unfortunately, he's quite a few years older than I am and my father's business partner. Not to mention his best friend. Tonight is a sort of celebration for him. He brought in a big payday for the company and what better way to celebrate than to drink with your best friend and his family. He's even staying the night since his place is deep in the heart of the city and our house is on the edge. It's perfect. Tonight is going to be the night I fuck Steve Rogers and nothing is going to stop me.

"Hey, sweetheart?" My dad calls for me and I look up from the magazine I'm not paying attention to. "Could you grab the decanter of scotch for me, please?" Nodding, I stand and grab what he wants, not bothering to pull my dress down. I had specifically bought it for tonight. It's maroon, tight, short, and has a cut-out shaped like a triangle from just above my belly button to the middle of my breasts. The back is open except for the two thick straps crossing my skin to keep the cloth on my body. My dad is a very smart man, he's just completely oblivious when it comes to his daughter. I walk over with my eyes locked on Steve, adoring the way his eyes drink up every inch of my body I put on display. "Thank you." My dad says happily when I pour him another double. 

I smile at him and turn to Steve. "Sure, daddy," I tell him, seeing Steve's eyes darken and flit from my lips to my eyes. I look back at my dad. "It's no problem." Just as I'm about to pour Steve gently catches my wrist.

"Actually, I think I'd like to switch to beer instead." He says, slipping the decanter out of my hands. 

He begins to stand, but I place my hand on his shoulder. "I'll get that for you." I move around him and squeeze both his shoulders with my hands, giving my dad a bright smile before I head into the kitchen. My mom is still putting dinner away when I walk in.

"Hey sweetie, you need anything?" She asks kindly, hurrying around in her busy way. 

I shake my head. "No, no, I got it. You know, if you weren't so particular and let me help you, then you'd be done with this by now." I point out as I grab two beers, one for him and one for me. My mom sighs because she knows I'm right and shoos me back into the dining room. I go with a laugh and smile when I see Steve perk up when I come in. I walk over and lean over him to put his beer down in front of him, making sure my breasts lay heavy on his shoulder. 

set it down and pull back, patting his shoulder. "There you go," I tell him and nod at my dad. I drag my hand across Steve's shoulders as I walk back to my chair in the connecting living room. Sitting down, I cross my legs once again and twist the cap off my beer. I let the cap clatter against the small table to my side before looking back at Steve. His eyes are already on me, of course, and I take advantage of every second. Slowly, I lick my lips and raise the bottle to them, taking a swig. When I pull it away, I swipe my tongue around the bottle to catch extra drops that might have escaped. Discreetly, I see Steve's hand go down and arrange himself in his pants. I smirk at him smugly. 

Suddenly, my mom sticks her head out of the kitchen. "I'm heading to bed, sweetheart. Night Steve. Y/N." She nods to all of us and kisses my dad before starting to head up the stairs.

"I'll be up in a minute, hon!" My dad calls after her and stands, shaking hands with Steve one last time. 

I stand up and walk over, patting my father's shoulder. "You can go ahead. I want to finish my beer, so I'll stay and clean up." I assure him. 

He smiles and kisses my forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart. Night, Steve." He nods to Steve who nods back. We both stare at one another as we listen to my dad's heavy steps as he walks up the stairs. 

I smile softly when I hear the door shut and start gathering their glasses to put in the sink. "Could you put the decanter back?" I ask and walk into the kitchen with my hands full of glasses. I set each in the sink carefully, then put a little soap and hot water. I'm filling the last glass when Steve's hands suddenly appear on either side of me, his chest hovering millimeters away from my back.

"Need any help?" He murmurs next to my ear. I shiver and turn the water off. 

I turn around and lean against the sink, grinning ear to ear. "I'm done, actually. But I'd love to hear your ideas on what to do next." I tease and pull my lip between my teeth as my eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips. 

He half-smiles and moves forward so his body traps me between him and the sink. "I'm pretty sure you already have everything planned out. Why don't you just tell me what you want?" He mumbles quietly and I smile. 

I put my hands on his chest and slide them up onto his shoulders under his suit jacket. "First, I'd like this jacket off." I request. 

He lets me take it off him and toss it to the side. "The tie?" He asks, but I shake my head with a smirk.

"No. I like the tie." I loosen it and move it onto his bare neck, slowly undoing the buttons of his starched white shirt. I toss that in the same place as his jacket and gingerly run my hand down his navy tie. He watches me with lust in his eyes and an amused smile on his face. "Because you see, with a tie, I can do this." I wrap it around my fingers and tug him down to me. Our lips brush and I give him a small peck, but then his hands are on my hips and his body is pressing hard against mine. His hand travels up my body and cradles my neck to kiss me harder. I moan against him as his hands squeeze my body, better than any fantasy I made up. Suddenly he lifts me up and turns us around, setting my body on the island and running his hands up and down my thighs. We part to breathe and I look up at the ceiling as his mouth explores my jaw and neck.

"You've been such a goddamn tease, tonight." He growls and his lips vibrate against my skin, making me shiver all over. "You come to the door in this damn short dress that's practically like a second skin, then you spend the rest of the night showing me how good you are with that pretty mouth." He grunts when my hand tightens on his tie and my other wonders down to his pants.

"I wouldn't mind showing you, handsome," I say happily, feeling how hard he already is. 

He moves his lips back up to mine and speaks against my mouth. "No. Not this time. I want to worship you, just you." I breathe in every word he says, adoring the taste on my lips.

"Mm. Okay." I agree and he backs up a little. He undoes his belt and slides his pants off slowly. Then, he moves back towards me and makes me scoot forward, my dress riding up little by little. When it's far enough up he slips it up and off my body. He groans when he sees I don't have anything on under it.

"Lean back, baby." He puts a hand on my stomach and gently pushes me so my back is laid against the cold marble. I watch him as he leans forward and gives me a soft kiss on my mouth, then leaves a trail of kisses down my body. He lifts my thighs up and puts my legs on his shoulders. His eyes lock with mine as he leans down and puts his mouth on my clit, instantly swirling with his tongue and sucking.

"Oh..." I groan and press my lips together to keep from making too loud a noise and waking my parents. Steve's hands stay on my hips to keep me from bucking up into him. The sounds he's making are absolutely sinful, but the moans he pulls out of me are absolutely worse. When he hums...that sends me over the edge and I clap a hand over my mouth as Steve continues eating me out. I come down and relax back against him as he turns me so I'm laying lengthways on the marble. He slips off his boxers and my eyes widen at his hard member. I start giggling when he climbs onto the island with me, sliding me to him so I can wrap my legs around his body. His cock lays against my folds as he pulls me up for a kiss. I grab onto his tie to keep his lips on mine and he keeps leaning forward until my back is once again on the chilly surface and his tip just barely grazes my core. 

He hovers over me and separates his lips from mine for just a moment. "Now, you can't make too much noise, baby girl. Your parents could hear and kill us both." He reminds me and I nod, just wanting him inside me already.

"Fine, yes. I need you." I plead, tugging his tie to kiss him again. He grins against my mouth and slowly enters me until he's ball deep. He pulls almost all the way out slowly, then goes back in just as slow. After a couple of gentle thrusts, I'm whimpering and tugging at him to go faster. Yet he doesn't obey.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" He grinds out, lips skimming my ear with every word. "How many times I thought of you under me? Taking my cock, whimpering beneath me, begging for it."

"Please." I tug on the tie around his neck, but he continues stretching me out slow and steady. He enters me to the hilt and remains for a moment, long enough to make me squirm, then pulls out until his tip barely touches me before sliding back in. It's enough to drive a person mad.

Steve's head dips and I gasp when he nips at my neck then dives lower, swirling his tongue around my nipple until it's peaked. "You've no clue how often I've touched myself while thinking of you. Came to your imagined moans and the thought of tasting those sweet lips."

"M-me too." His easy thrusts stop, leaving himself sheathed in me as those blue eyes affix to mine. "For years, I've thought of only you. Wanted it to be your fingers inside me, dreamt of feeling you rut into me, how you'd fill me, how I'd barely be able to walk the next day." 

He groans, moving again at the same pace, but he strikes deeper. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes." The words tumble from my lips. "God, yes. Please." At long last, he speeds up and the sudden sensation nearly makes me shout. Steve's hand moves from the island to my lips, silencing me. He looks deep into my eyes and thrusts harder and harder. His pace is bruising, but god all I want is him. I feel like I could stay this way for hours while also thinking I won't last another minute. The slapping of skin on skin fills the kitchen and I moan against Steve's hand in ecstasy. I see him press his lips together to keep from making a sound as I clench around him, riding my high as it builds and explodes inside me.

"Oh, dear god." He groans and lets go, filling me with his seed. My nails dig into his back as we both reach and come down from our highs. His lips are white from pressing them against each other to keep in his noise. As we both relax he removes his hand and I let out a gasp, then a tired laugh. He smiles, leaning down and kissing my lips gently. "Sorry for that." He whispers, hopping down and grabbing a damp washcloth to wipe us both down.

"It was fine. It was actually pretty sexy." I tell him honestly and sit up after he's done cleaning me off. He grins as he wipes himself off as well. He tosses the rag into the sink and moves back towards me, nipping at my bottom lip before kissing me. A gasp causes us both to turn and find my father standing there, staring at the two of us who are completely naked.

"Aw, shit."

*A/N*

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