Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve! Mob Environment! Violence! Attempted Sexual Assault! Mention of Drugs! Trauma! Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!
You gently knocked your knuckles against the office door, hearing the deep timbre of your man calling you in. Opening the door you smirk as you lean against the door frame.
"You asked to see me boss?" You say with a lopsided grin.
Steve looks up from his desk, a smirk growing as he leans back in his chair "yeah come in and close the door behind you" he tells you.
You do as your told before sauntering over to him. Coming to a stop beside him, your hand running over the back of his shoulders.
"Not working too hard are you?" You ask with a knowing arch of your brow.
"Not anymore" he smirks, wrapping around your waist and pulling you down so you straddled his hips.
You grin your hands lifting to cup his cheeks, fingers scratching through his beard that you loved so much "let me guess you want some help to unwind"
"You know me so well Angel" Steve smiles his hands moving to cup your ass, your own smile growing when you heard your pet name.
You had never expected to fall for one of the most notorious Mob leaders in the state of New York but here you were head over heels for the man. He could be rough and tough when he needed to be, but he was also incredibly soft, especially with you. He often said you fell straight from heaven and deserved to be treated as such.
"Well we better be quick, I don't want anyone suspecting what we're up to," you say placing a kiss to his lips as you stood up.
You and Steve were still relatively new and with your job as a dancer in his club and the risk of his enemies hurting you, you had kept your relationship quiet and secret.
"No we don't want that do we" Steve smirks as he unbuttons his jeans "so let's get busy doll"
You grin pushing down your booty shorts before climbing back onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you line yourself up and slowly sink down onto him.
"Fuck you take me so well Angel" Steve hisses as he grips your ass "fucking made for me"
"Shit you feel so good" you gasp as you start rolling your hips.
Steve groans as he grips your hips hard, guiding you so you ground harder down onto him. Your back arching giving him perfect access to your chest.
When your eyes met his, Steve lost all self-control practically growling as he stood up from his chair, dropping you down onto his desk so he could pound into you harder. His hand gripping your breast, pulling down your bra so he could play with your sensitive peak.
"Tell me your close" Steve ground out, his brows furrowed in concentration.
"So close" you gasped, head thrown back.
Steve gives you a quick lopsided grin as his free hand moves from your hips, his fingers brushing over your clit sending shockwaves through your body. It wasn't long until you hit your high, your walls clenching around him. Steve let out a groan as he hit his own end.
The both of you remained there for a couple of moments just catching your breaths. Steve then slowly pulls out of you, opening his desk drawer and pulling out tissues before gently cleaning you up.
He helped you up from the desk, softly putting you back together and fixing your hair. He smiles at you gently as he cups your cheeks and presses a languid kiss to your lips.
"Now, you get back out there, dazzle them and don't take any shit" he grins.
"Aye, aye Captain" you smirk giving his a small salute.
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Chris and Co. Oneshots
FanfictionA collection of one shot featuring Chris Evans and some of his characters! Oneshots featured in this book have also been posted onto my tumblr account. @secretswiftymarvelfan
