Avengers Inserts: Fan Mail

"Is that a Magnum?" You looked at the rather distinct shiny gold wrapper.

"What?" he asked.

You took the condom. "This."

"Uh, well..." He blushed.

You laughed. "I just haven't met any guy before who genuinely needed one. Not that I think you have an inflated ego about your penis size or anything. You seem very...modest," you rambled. "I guess I'm kind of surprised. You seem so, well, wholesome, like you'd never even consider sex outside of marriage."

"Ideally, there's marriage and a white picket fence, but life isn't generally ideal. I'm not looking for commitment because I can't commit myself fully to anyone. Being Captain America comes first, and it's not right to expect someone to come second. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't find any really good reason to deny myself intimacy as long as I'm safe about it. Are you looking for something serious?"

"Me? No. I don't want anything more serious than a regular basis friend with benefits. All the good parts without any of the drama." You'd seen enough nasty breakups and divorces to grow disenchanted with the idea. "Not that there's anything wrong with relationships. Some people make it work." You shrugged.

He paused thoughtfully. "Did you really have a movie you wanted to watch?"

"Nothing that I want to watch desperately," you admitted. "If there's something you'd like to watch, though..." You handed him the remote.

He immediately discarded it on the arm of the couch next to him, ignoring the TV entirely. He turned to look at you. Unless you were mistaken, there were obvious undertones of lust in his gaze.

When he scooted toward you, closing the gap between the two of you, your heart caught in your throat.

Chapter 6: Partial Nudity

Your thigh was touching Steve's. He was obviously interested, but you weren't sure whether he wanted you to jump him on the couch or to make sweet love in the bedroom with the lights off. You'd always assumed his style would be the latter, but you also assumed he wouldn't be into no strings sex.

You looked into his eyes expectantly, waiting for him to make the first move.

He reached up to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a gentle kiss. You closed your eyes and and moved a hand to his shoulder, dropping it down to rest on his bicep.

You parted your lips, and the kiss deepened, your tongue playing across his soft lips. He let your tongue enter his mouth. You traced his top teeth with the tip of your tongue before sliding your tongue against his. The taste of vanilla lingered from his milkshake. It seemed somehow appropriate for Captain America to taste like vanilla.

His tongue moved to explore your mouth languidly. You were quickly immersed in the smell, feel and taste of him. He was a really good and thorough kisser. You hoped it was a preview of exceptional skills to come.

He shifted his hand on the back of your neck and tangled his fingers in your hair. You pulled back from the kiss to suck and nibble on his lower lip. The unexplored skin of his jawline tempted you, and you placed a series of open-mouthed kisses up to his earlobe, nipping it.

Moving up slightly, you whispered into his ear, "you have absolutely no idea what you're doing to me right now, and you've barely touched me."

He seemed to decide it was time to remedy that, and you weren't about to argue. He lifted you effortlessly onto his lap. Super strength apparently had a variety of uses. You were straddling him, knees pressed into the back of the couch.

His hands ran over your back, down your spine, curved around to your sides and over your stomach before finally resting on your ass. Your entire torso tingled from his touch. God, you wanted him to rip your panties off and give your already throbbing clit the attention it demanded.

You ground your hips against the bulge in his pants tentatively. He groaned and squeezed your ass, pulling you tighter against him. The wet lace of your panties only rubbed slightly against your clit. You needed more. Torturously slow foreplay be damned.

"Please touch me?" you asked, but it came out more like begging. You weren't above begging if it led to release.

He moved to knead your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples through the fabric.

As nice as what he was doing felt, there was always time for it later. You hiked your dress up around your waist and moved one of his hands between your legs, tilting your hips back to grant him access. He brushed a finger from your belly button down to your lower lips.

"Wow, you're really...wet." He seemed impressed, and you took it as a compliment. You wondered if his past partners really weren't that into him, as outlandish as that seemed.

"It's entirely your fault." Your grin turned into a gasp when he pushed aside the fabric of the panties and a fingertip made contact with your clit. "Just rip the panties off. They're in the way."

He curved a finger around the thin line of fabric and tugged. You smirked at the sound of ripping fabric. His hands cupped your ass again before grabbing the fabric that still covered you there. He slowly ripped the rest of your panties in half and tossed them behind you on the coffee table.

"Now I have a souvenir!" you joked, but you really did intend to keep the panties hidden away somewhere no one else would find them.

He chuckled and helped you take off your dress. The air conditioning had kicked on, and the draft from the ceiling vent was slightly cool on your bare skin. He was warm against you, though, and you liked the contrasting sensations.

His fingers returned to your lower lips without your urging. He made slow circles around your clit with one finger, never making direct contact. He apparently liked to tease.

"Please," you begged, frustrated. He stopped to readjust his hand and slip one finger, then two, inside you. His thumb returned to your clit. He began shallowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curving slightly upward to catch your g-spot on the in stroke. You moaned and wondered where he'd learned to do that.

You moved your hips to meet his thrusts and were soon riding his fingers in earnest. His thumb teased you mercilessly, bringing you close to the edge before backing off again.

He slid his free hand up your back and unclasped your bra, sliding it over your arms and onto the floor. His free hand focused on your newly exposed breasts. When he played with one of your nipples, gently pinching it and rolling it between his fingers, you were pushed to the point of no return.

Your orgasm was like an explosion, sending pleasurable shock waves from between your legs outward and upward. It soon became so intense, almost too intense, but you didn't care. You moaned loudly and disjointed words of praise fell from your lips as you rode the orgasm out as far as it would take you.

He stopped rubbing your clit when your orgasm ebbed, but his fingers remained inside you. You slumped forward and laid your head on his shoulder, which you noticed was still clothed.

"You should be less dressed and more naked," you mumbled into his neck.

"No arguments here." He withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you feeling very empty. He paused for a second before bringing those fingers up to his lips.

You watched him slowly suck and lick each finger clean, carefully gauging your reaction. It surprised and aroused you at the same time. Captain America's bedroom tastes were nothing like his milkshake ones.

Your mind wandered to how it would feel if his tongue was tasting you at the source. If he was even half as skilled with his mouth as he was with his hand, he'd having you climbing the walls.

"Almost kinky is a good look on you," you commented after he finished cleaning off his fingers.

"Almost?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I guess I'll have to try harder to get all the way there."

You were intrigued by what "trying harder" would entail. However, there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, getting him out of those clothes.

Chapter 7: Interruptions

You were trying to be sexy while you were undressing Steve, but the buttons on his shirt were a source of frustration. There were too many, they were too small, it was too slow and damn it, you wanted to be able to fully admire his naked body now.

You fought the urge to just tug them off and add them to the pile of fabric that was formerly your panties. They could always be sewn back on later.

"Need a little help?" He was obviously holding back laughter.

"Yeah, I apparently never mastered this lesson in preschool." You laughed as he made quick work of the remaining buttons. He draped his button-up shirt over the back of the couch.

"You know you wear too many shirts?" you asked, tugging the tucked in undershirt from his pants and over his head.

You took a moment to admire the very distinct muscles of his torso. He was in better shape than any man you'd ever had the pleasure (or displeasure) of getting up close and personal with. As with all new things, you were eager to explore.

You placed an open palm on one of his pecs, spreading your fingers out to feel the firm muscles beneath them. His breathing grew ragged when you dragged your hand down to his abs, stopping eventually at the boundary of his belt buckle.

You began mapping out his body with your fingertips, the smooth skin of the hills, valleys and plains between. He was near perfection. You wondered how he wasn't cocky and full of himself like the other guys you'd known who definitely got the most of their gym memberships.

His eyes fluttered shut, obviously enjoying your touch. You nudged his legs apart and moved between them to start kissing where your fingertips had been. You alternated closed mouth kisses with open mouth kisses and sometimes nibbles as you made your way over the accessible exposed skin.

You trailed to his chest, pausing to tease a nipple with your tongue and teeth. He moaned, which was more than enough encouragement for you to give the same treatment to his other nipple. You loved all the little noises he made.

You placed your hand on his belt buckle again and undid it, pulling it loose. At least you'd mastered this lesson in preschool. You bit your lower lip as you pulled open the button and unzipped his khakis. It was like being a little kid on Christmas opening a present, wondering how exciting its contents would be.

He was wearing a pair of pale blue plaid boxers, similar in pattern to his shirt. You tugged them down as he lifted his hips. You pulled his shoes off and tossed aside everything he had been wearing from the waist down other than his socks.

You returned to the spot on the floor between his legs where you were greeted by something truly impressive in both length and girth. He definitely needed the Magnums. Your jaw dropped a bit, and you wondered how you were going to work with something that massive.

"Are you all right?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Yeah. You know if the superhero thing doesn't work out long-term that you could have a great career in the porn industry?"

He blushed. "Uh, thank you?"

"I'm not a porn star, though, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle you." You frowned.

"We'll take it slow, and I won't do anything that hurts you," he promised, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Curiosity about whether the serum enhanced everything got the better of you. You couldn't see that being a point of the serum, but you supposed it could be a side effect. "Were you always this big?"

"Yeah. I didn't realize I was any bigger than the average guy until I saw some...amateur videos on the internet before when I was searching something Tony said that I didn't understand. I just assumed I was normal."

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, and your fingers didn't meet. "Definitely not normal, not that I'm complaining."

He groaned softly. You moved your fingers closer to the base and leaned forward to flick your tongue slowly across the tip.

Another groan was all the urging you needed to envelop the head of his cock in your mouth, circling it with your tongue. He was definitely a mouthful, and you dipped your head down to take as much as you could without gagging.

You moved your hand wrapped in tandem with your mouth -- sucking, licking, swirling your tongue around the head while your hand worked his shaft.

You decided to make use of your free hand, and you gently rubbed and massaged his balls, thoroughly enjoying the loudest moan to pass through his lips yet.

"Stop, stop, I'm going to-"

You didn't stop, though, and never had any intention of doing so. He dug his fingers into your shoulder, painfully, when his orgasm hit, accompanied by a flood of unintelligible babbling. You found yourself slightly disappointed that Captain America didn't taste like apple pie and the Fourth of July. It seemed somehow inappropriate.

You swallowed and tried to avoid anything dribbling onto your face with moderate success. He was leaning his head against the back of the couch when you glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, a sheen of sweat covering his face and torso.

You stood up and sat down next to him on the couch, admiring his nude body again, while you waited for him to recover. You looked at your shoulder where his fingers had been, and it was already turning reddish purple. You hoped he wouldn't notice. A few bruises would serve as a reminder of the sexy fun you had.

An unfamiliar ringtone started playing from the floor near you. You grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to him.

"Hello," he answered. He listened for about 45 seconds. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

He hung up and turned to you, looking disappointed. "I have to go, but I'll call you when I'm free again, if you want me to."

"Yeah, I'd like that." You smiled.

He started to get dressed. "I'm sorry about this."

"I don't mind. As you said, being Captain America comes first." And you didn't mind -- saving the world was definitely more important than getting laid.

He finished getting dressed and grabbed his satchel.

You walked him to the door. He wrapped his hands around your waist and leaned in for a long kiss. Your knees were left wobbly, and you leaned against the door frame for support.

He started to walk down the hall and turned around. "You can text me if you want."

"Okay, I will. Bye."

You watched him walk away before you realized you were naked with your apartment door standing wide open. You quickly closed it and went back to sit down on the couch, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your life had just taken an interesting turn.

Chapter 8: When Pigs Fly...

You took a leisurely, relaxing hot shower to clean up from the afternoon's enjoyable activities. The date definitely hadn't turned out how you'd realistically pictured it ending, but you weren't complaining. Well, maybe you were complaining a bit about being interrupted, but there was always next time if he really wanted there to be one. You still couldn't quite wrap your head around the fact that he was okay with casual sex.

Your mind kept wandering back to what kind of catastrophe had pulled Steve away from your date. The mental images that coursed through your mind were all gruesome and terrifying. You curled up on the couch and flipped the TV to a local news station. Maybe you'd find something out there.

After an endless set of annoying commercials, you learned that there had been a swarm of robotic flying pigs terrorizing the city shooting laser beams. You saw the Avengers, including Captain America, in news clips battling the pigs as they tore through downtown wreaking havoc.

Even though destruction isn't amusing, you couldn't help but laugh at how your prior thought of the likelihood that you would end up naked with Captain America had manifested into reality. Pigs, in fact, did fly through downtown, even if they were technically the robotic and laser beam shooting variety. You'd think twice about saying that phrase again.

You yawned and sprawled out across the length of the couch, tuning out the rest of the news. It was getting late, but you decided to text Steve anyway to put your mind at ease.

Hey, I saw you and the other Avengers on the news fighting pigs. I hope you're all okay.

You figured he'd be in bed, and you were surprised to receive a reply a few minutes later.

Everyone is fine. We've been through worse battles. Sorry again for having to leave so suddenly.

I'm glad everyone is okay, and it's fine. No need to apologize. I had a really good time on our date earlier, even though it didn't quite go according to plan.

I did, too. We could still go to the park when it's not raining, although I had something else in mind.

What did you have in mind?

I'd like for you to come over to my apartment. There's something I want to show you.

You were insanely curious as to what it could be, but he probably would have divulged that if he intended for you to know beforehand. Surprises were fun, too.

I can do that. Where is it?

I'll pick you up. I have a debriefing in the morning, but how does tomorrow afternoon sound?

Sounds good. I'm going to bed soon so I'll see you tomorrow. Let me know if you need directions again or if anything changes.

Will do. Pleasant dreams.

You put your phone on your nightstand and got ready for bed. After a few errant and possibly inappropriate thoughts entertaining what tomorrow would hold, a deep and restful sleep came quickly.

Chapter 9: The Mambo

Your ringtone jarred you from a deep sleep, completely and totally groggy. It took you a minute to get your bearings enough to answer your phone.

"Hello?" you mumbled.

"Did I wake you?"

"Steve?" You rubbed your eyes and looked at your alarm clock. It was already almost noon.

"I was just calling you to tell you I'm downstairs. I texted you earlier."

"God, I'm so sorry. I'll be ready in...well, give me about 15 minutes. You can come up if you want."

"I'll wait downstairs."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

You cursed to yourself as you stumbled out of bed. You rushed to throw some clean clothes on and do the bare essentials like make your hair look halfway presentable and brush your teeth. At least you'd showered yesterday after he left.

17 minutes later, you rushed downstairs hoping you hadn't forgotten anything. You found Steve holding a paper cup with the logo of the coffee shop down the street on it.

He seemed pleased to see you, which put a smile on your face. You were worried he'd be annoyed you overslept. He handed you the cup. "It sounded on the phone like you could use this."

"Thank you. I'm so sorry. I didn't think to set my alarm." You sipped the still too hot coffee, slightly burning your tongue.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled and ran a hand down your shoulder.

You winced as he hit the bruised spot from the day before.

A concerned look crossed his face, and he lifted up your short sleeve to peek underneath. You tried to tug your arm away, but he snatched your wrist with his other hand and held on to it firmly but gently.

When you pulled against his hold on your wrist, you realized you couldn't move your hand an inch. You wouldn't admit it, at least not yet, but it was more than slightly arousing that he could overpower you like that. It had a lot of potentially fun applications if he was okay with them. You weren't sure how serious he'd been about trying harder to be kinky.

You watched him look at the bruises and gingerly place his fingers on top of them, matching them in size and shape.

"I'm fine. I've done worse to myself getting into my car," you assured him.