S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

30. Dessert

Your eyes was clinging into Steve. Everything and everyone else had disappeared from your mind. It was only one man in your life, the one sitting right beside you. You could feel his fingers teasing you, and instead of being a good girl clapping his hand away, you let him touch you. You may act like you're better than the rest, but you weren't. Since the second you walked into the mansion and laid your eyes on Steve, you had craved his touch.

"You barley touched your food," Rhodey commented, at the other side of the table.

You popped out of your bubble and looked at him confused, before you remembered. You were at a dinner, with people. You should eat. You tried to laugh it off. You picked up the knife and fork, as you took a bite of your food. Ahhh, Steve started to add pressure. You closed your eyes trying to concentrate for a second, opened them to look over at Steve, who completely acted like nothing, simply eating with one fork.

"So, I heard yesterday's little mission went well, even without me?" Sam asked.

You opened your mouth, ready to answer, but Steve's fingers had begun to massage you, with only a thin layer of textile to protect you. You bet the inside of your lips, hummed and nodded in answer to Sam, afraid that if you spoke, not only normal sounding words would fall out your mouth. You took another bite of your food.

"That's good to hear, was it your handsome boyfriend saving the day?" Sam teased, looking over at Grant.

Grant laughed as he looked down at you, you immediately laughed with, trying to act normal.

"We would never work as well as we did, without Y/n guiding hand" Grant answered, wrapping his hands around your shoulder.

Fuck, the only guiding hand you were thinking about right now was the one in between your legs. You had a blank smile on your face, you knew you should appear as caring more for Grant's kind words, but you struggled to focus.

"Nah, but she's been doing a solid job guiding us," Sam smiled.

"She truly has," Grant said, admiring your beautiful face. You were forced to look at him. You felt like you had to say something, but you were afraid. It needed to be short.

"I'm the lucky one," You peeped out quickly, almost swallowing your smile. Steve couldn't stop smiling, watching your reaction to his touch.

It was when everyone began to small talk again, he leaned back again, towards your ear.

"Spread your legs a little," Steve whispered.

You looked at him like a lost baby. He opened up your legs slightly with his one hand, but it was better if you adjusted yourself. You were the one who could give him... well full view. You shook your head at him. He looked away, a bit annoyed. What you had given him was enough, but he knew you secretly wanted more, you were just afraid.

"So how did the two of you meet?" Natasha asked you and Ward.

Ugh, not more focus on the two of you. All of them should've seen how close Steve and you were instead. They should be asking about your story, not agent Ward and you. Steve lifted your lingerie a little. Fuck, he could feel that whatever you had put on of underwear, was a nice little show. You never put on a show for Steve, did you do this all the time for agent Ward?

"Funny story," You pressed out, before leaving the rest for Grant to tell.

Grant laughed low as he hugged you closer. Resting your head on his shoulders.

"I actually came to the academy bar to congratulate her on getting in..." Grant began to explain, but you fell of the story the second you felt Steve's fingers run up and down your bare clit, teasing you.

What an idiot.  Steve hated seeing you this close to Agent Ward. Why was your head resting on Agent Ward's shoulder? Was he the one pleasuring you right now? Was he the one with his fingers inside you? The answer was no, to all these questions. Steve was the one making sure you were for filled. Steve noticed how the waiters began to come up to pick up your plates, as they put down dessert's plates. Steve didn't need dessert, you were his dessert.

It was ice cream, your favourite. Strawberry, and vanilla. With a beautiful delicate cherry at the top. Everyone began to eat, but you... you were to busy taking it in. You straighten up, moving your head away from Grant, put he took your hand and held it, tight... Tight, exactly how you felt with Steve's fingers roaming inside of you. No, you meant he held your hand tight like a normal caring boyfriend would do.

"And yeah, that's actually how we met," Grant explained, holding your hand on the table, for everyone to see. You pressured up a smile, as Grant leaned in.

God, Agent Ward was about to kiss you, and Steve had to work so hard to not slap his fucking face, but instead prioritise you. Steve slapping Agent Ward's face wouldn't feel good for you, however Steve digging deeper would. Steve looked away, as he began to pressure you harder, mostly out of anger. Steve could get used to a lot, but not seeing Agent Ward kissing you.

Fuck, what was going on? Grant laid one hand on your cheek, as he kissed your lips deeply. It didn't matter that it was probably the best kiss you had gotten from Grant, cause now you had to fight all your strengths to not abruptly scream as you felt Steve's fingers inside of you. You laid a hand on Grant's cheek, and kissed him back in return, as you closed your eyes. Ahh, Steve was hitting the exact right spots. You didn't care anymore, as you spread your legs more, almost sitting with them on each side of the chair.

"You should eat your ice cream, before it melts," Steve smirked, happy at your sudden move. Good girl. He knew you wanted it. You were close.

Steve looked at you as you nodded and gave him a slight smile before you picked up the spoon. You slowly picked up a scoop on your spoon as you placed it in your mouth. Ah, the vanilla melting on your red lips looked like anything else than ice cream. You were a tease. Steve couldn't help but imagine the ice cream that was beginning to melt in between your legs right now. He speeded up, causing you to jump a little as your other hand immediately went over his. You looked up at him in shock.

"Trust me," Steve whispered, looking you directly in the eye.

"It's just a matter of seconds, before the cream will melt," He continued looking at you.

This man was completely insane.

"Just enjoy it," Steve smirked, nodding down to your ice cream.

Both of you knew God damn well, that he was not talking about your freaking ice cream. You loosen up the grip of Steve's hand, as you let him go back up in speed. You took another spoon of ice cream in your mouth and closed your eyes. Fuck, you were such a lucky girl. You took another spoon, enjoying the pressure of how the spoon entered you. You took even one more spoon, before you felt flavour exploding in your mouth, reliving itself, as a drop of ice cream felt down on your chest.

Steve admired you as he saw you reach your climax. He could feel you drip on his fingers. Not only was it dripping on his fingers, but you even let ice cream drop to your chest in your own arousal. God, you were a mess, but his goddess of mess. What was so lovely about you, is that it was so easy to dream of you. It was a thin line between fantasy and reality with you. Steve stared at the ice cream on your chest. Hah, what he would do for it to be his... He needed to stop. He was already beginning to get excited sitting here looking at you, but he couldn't. Not here. Again, Steve stares at your breast. You were breathing heavy, trying to gather yourself. When you opened your eyes, you sadly realised you had melted ice cream on your breasts, as you wiped it away.

"Steve, you didn't even touch your desert," Sam said, looking down at Steve's bowl of melted ice cream.

Steve laughed and looked over at you.

"I'll have some later".