The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Fifty Five

This is smut! You've been warned!

Your hands ran through his hair, his hands gripping your waist as you kissed him with everything in you. You moaned against his mouth as he let his hands wonder over your body, touching any part he could because he had missed touching you like this so much.

Pushing him back, his knees hit his bed and he sat, pulling you down with him to straddle him, his touch slowly rising from your thighs, past your hips, up your waist undressing just underneath your breasts.

You were impatient though, knowing Dot would come looking for the two of you soon and that you weren't willing yo let this moment slip away. You parted your lips to lift his top over his head, sighing when his lips reconnected to you, this time to your neck, kissing and sometimes nibbling to leave a mark. Your hips involuntarily bucked into his and you let out a whimper, his jeans scratching your thighs, dangerously close to your clothed clit.

He let his right hand leave your ribs and slip under your dress, Running up your thigh and softly grazing over your clit before calmly rubbing, making you release a small moan. He kept on, slowly massaging until you were whimpering and grinding in protest. Steve smiled and buried his hand into your underwear, dipping his middle finger between your folds and then slipping it inside you when he was satisfied that you were wet enough. He curled it softly, leaning his head back to watch your face contort in pleasure.

"Steve.." You breath, eyes closed. "I don't think we have enough time for this." You argued, though you did nothing to try and stop him. He shushed you and added another finger as he brushed the hair from your face.

He started slow, curling his finger and sliding them in and out. You were putty in his hands, literally, and he soon sped up, eyes still trained to your face as you bit your lip to keep quiet. That burning within you soon started and built, from your core, through your chest and alms otto your neck before he quickly took his hand away. You whimpered in protest and watched as he sucked his fingers clean.

He shrugged and worked on pulling your underwear to the side. "Like you said, we don't have enough time for that." His shit eating grin could've made you scream but you were too worked up to fully protest or argue.

You bring him into another kiss, biting his lip before pulling away and starting to work on his zipper. When you had it fully down, you peeled his jeans away to allow you to reach into his boxers and grab hold of his already hard dick. You kiss him deeply as you massage him in your hand, pulling him out as Steve rips your pants down holding you close as you line yourself up with him. You kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck and settle your head next to his, clinging to his shoulders as you sink down on him, letting out a little cry at the way he stretched you out. You took a second to adjust, having bottomed out too soon, and then started to slowly grind into him. He let out a low groan, holding you so closely against him that you could hardly move.

Just as you were getting bored of the minimal movement, Steve leant back on his elbows, watching as you increased your speed slightly, now feeling his full length move Inside you. Steve reached up and unbuttoned the front of your dress, letting out a small grunt of approval to see you had no bra on. You leant over him. Hands on the bed to get a better angle and he took the opportunity to let his mouth roam your breath. You let out a breathy moan at the contact and ground your hips down harder, feeling the tip of him touch your cervix and making your mouth open, feeling too much to actually make a sound.

Steve let out a moan, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock, letting his head fall back in utter satisfaction. "Fuck." He grunts, his grip on you tightening.

It all started to build, starting in your legs, rising into your hips, your stomach and then finally all throughout your body. You came silently, mouth hanging open and hand coming up to hold on to Steve, pulling him towards you, having his breath on your neck as he started to pant.

You slowed to a stop as it passed, feeling him still fully hard inside of you. With a wince, you climbed off of him, quickly taking him into your hand and making quick work of his dick, wet from fucking you. His lips found yours, his tongue tangling with yours as he whimpered, dick twitching in your hand.

He came in your hand, sighing contently against your lips before trailing soft kisses down your neck, tenderly holding the other side.

He let go so you could grab a tissue from his nightstand to wipe your hand. Behind you, you heard Steve let out a laugh through his nose. You looked over your shoulder and smiled, soon joining in on his laughter before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "We really need to have more control of ourselves." He muttered, rolling onto his side, resting his head on his hand as you rolled onto your back next to him.

And lying there, looking up at his face as he buttoned  up your shirt, you felt your heart tick loudly. You didn't want to have more control of yourself around him. You didn't want to do this anymore. You wanted him. In every way you could have him. You wanted to wake up to him every morning, not his indented pillow that still smelt like him. "Or we could just..." Steve eyes met yours in confusion, and you were about to carry on when the bedroom door flew open.
Dot stood in the doorway with a wide smile. Thankfully everything was covered and she was too young to piece together anything like this. "Mommy! Uncle Tony said that if you don't join him in five minutes he's going to put iron underwear on dad." She said with a giggle. Your face dropped. Of course Tony knew. He always knew, or at least presumed and ended up being right.

You scurried to get up, smiling back at Steve as you ushered Dot out the room. Steve followed behind you, wanting to see his son who was currently clinging to Wanda.

"What did uncle Tony mean?" Dot asked you and you sighed.

"He was just being silly." You grumbled. "Why don't you go help dad with Joey?" She nodded happily and ran to Steve.

He watched you press the button to the lift and studied your form. What were you going to say before Dot came in? He tried not to let his hopes up but it was so hard when he was so hopelessly devoted to you.