Marvel Imagines/Smuts

Relax~Steve (SMUT) fem-dom

Y/N groaned as she fanned herself.  The tower's A/C had been going in and out because it had been used to its max for the past few weeks. New York was experiencing the worst heatwave of the century. When the A/C went out for the third time this morning, everyone saw that as an opportunity to go to the beach and soak up the sun instead of sitting in a hot oven of a building. They kept asking her, but Y/N would rather die than sit in the heat and bake for hours, all whilst hearing Bucky and Sam argue about every little thing like an old married couple. 

Hearing the A/C pop back on, Y/N sighed in relief. It was going to take a while for it to cool down again, so she made her way to the kitchen. Rummaging through the freezer, she picked up the last cherry popsicle and popped it into her mouth. Sitting back down on the couch, she began to flip through channels.

The sound of a door opening and closing drew her attention from the screen. A sweaty, exhausted Steve came walking in after his run.

"Hey, Rogers!" She greeted him with a smile. 

He lifted his hand, too hot to speak. She giggled at his exhaustion and turned back to the TV.

"When did everyone leave?" He asked, taking a sip of his water.

"About 10 minutes ago, they said they're going to dinner afterward, so they'll be home late." She said without taking her eyes off the TV.

Steve hummed and looked at the screen. His eyes glanced at her every few seconds. He watched as her lips wrapped around the cold treat and how she licked the melted drops off her fingers. He gulped and felt himself harden in his pants.

"Shit." He whispered under his breath. 

Pushing his erection down, he rushed to his room without another word. Y/N watched him speed walk past her and furrowed her eyebrows. Shrugging, she went back to her show.

The ice-cold water hit his hot skin. Steve shut his eyes as the shower head continued to rain down on him, the image of Y/N popping into his head and making his hard-on worse. Grumbling to himself, he took a deep breath and showered like normal, convincing himself it would go down eventually. 

After the shower, he had become a little bit calmer. Rounding the corner, he saw Y/N chewing on the red-stained stick. Finding a seat on the couch, he grabbed a pillow and put it on his lap. Y/N did a double-take when she realized how far away he was sitting. Pausing the show, she turns to him.

"You okay, Cap?"

His head nods, his eyes not daring to look at her.

"Oh yeah. No problem here." 

"Ohkay?" She says skeptically but resumes the show.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, be right back, tell me what happens!" She tosses him the remote.

He watched as she left the room, her hips and ass swaying, making him swallow hard. Ripping the pillow off, he looks down and sees his dick begin to harden again.

"Shit!" He clenches his fist and huffs.

He had always found Y/N attractive but never wanted to act on it, for fear it would make her uncomfortable. But now, he was dying, aching for her. Steve began to palm himself over his sweats. The euphoric feeling made him moan quietly, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Fuck Y/n..." He whispered and bit his lip. 

The images of Y/N replay in his head. His torso began to flex as he felt himself get close. The sound of a throat clearing made his heart drop, and he froze his movements. Opening his eyes, he was met with a smirking Y/N in front of him.