Avengers: Imagines/Oneshots (REQUESTS CLOSED)

REQUESTED: Steve Rogers - Mission Blues (SMUT)

Request by @Emmaquick05 Hope you like it!

Grazing at the multitude of delicate food placed on the white clothes table, I reached for a simple glass of bubbly champagne. The liquid swirled smoothly in the glass, and I touched the edge of it against my lips when o head my name being called.

"Y/N," Steve Rogers said from behind me. I could feel his presence strongly as he neared me. "I've got eyes on Harold."

I turned to him swiftly, nodding curtly as I eyed the ballroom quickly. My gaze returned back to Steve. "I know what to do," I say, spotting the man in question.

Harold Ebenezer was multi million CEO of a tech-science company in England. He was known for many of his works and inventions, also having worked with SHIELD once. But, recently, we had been alerted that he too was actually Hydra. He dealt underneath the table; made others do the dirty work for him so he'd never be in jeopardy.

Steve and I were on a short mission to bug him so we could follow his every move considering that there was a rumour floating around that he was building something very big—very dangerous.

I grabbed Steve's hand, intertwining our fingers as we approached the millionaire. "Harold! What a pleasure it is to see you," I exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Steve's waist and placing the other on his chest.

He tended up a bit at my touch but relaxed as he got into character. "Yes, we were wondering when we would get to talk to you but you're a busy man."

Harold grinned slyly, his gaze lingering on my chest a little too long and Steve tightly held my waist. "Well, it's always a pleasure to hear from my fans."

"You're work on the Antatron 60 is phenomenal. I'm so inspired by you. My fiancé and I were just hoping if we could..." I trail off, stepping a bit closer to Harold and placing an arm on his shoulder, sticking the little bug underneath the collar of his shirt. "...talk a little more about some designs I may have."

Harold raised an eyebrow, the sly grin still on his face. He looked interested. Good. "Well, I suppose I could give them a look. I'll have to call you and your fiancé." His assistant hands me a card, and I take it with two fingers and smile sweetly at Harold.

"I'll be looking forward to it," I purr, sliding my hand away from his arm and stepping back.

Harold and his assistant walk away to some other business people and I turn to Steve. "Job done." I smile at him.

Steve smiles too, pulling me a little closer to his body. "Fiancé?"

"I had to improvise a little. Sounds more elegant than boyfriend." I wiggle my eyebrows causing him to laugh.

Steve kisses my forehead. "C'mon. We have to get back to the hotel room to brief the others."

"We'll know where he's going for this time but he won't be wearing the same collared shirt forever," I say, sitting next to Steve on the bed as we talk to Tony.

Tony raises an eyebrow. "A man like Harold probably has hundreds of the same collared shirt."

"You have hundreds of the same shirts as well, Stark," Steve comments.

Tony opens his mouth to argue but Nat pushes him to the side, rolling her eyes. "You two can argue tomorrow. For now, get some rest."

"And we mean actual rest. Not you two getting jig—"

Nat throws a pillow at Tony, cutting him off with a smirk. "Goodbye." With that, she turns off the video call.

Steve abruptly gets of the bed, going over to the small dresser in our hotel room. Furrowing my eyebrows, I follow him. I place my hands on his shoulders, turning to face him.

"Something wrong Steve?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"No, everything's fine," He says, smiling a little.

I pat his chest, helping him remove the collared shirt. "Tony's comment didn't bother you?" I ask as I remove the buttons on his shirt one by one.

He stays quiet, looking away from me as his face goes slightly pink. "No. Why would it?"

Sighing, I grasp his face in my hands. "Steve. It's totally okay that we haven't ... you know. It's nothing to be ashamed off—"

"I'm not ashamed of that. I'm not. It's just ... I haven't really done it with anyone before," He whispers the last part.

I press my lips to his, rising a bit on my tippy toes. Steve grips my waists, apply equal pressure to my mouth. I pull away, smiling at the dazed expression on his face.

"Well, you have to start somewhere, Rogers," I say, keeping our lips close together.

Steve kisses me again, this time a bit harder, quicker with need. I slide his shirt down his arms until his chest is bare. I kiss down his jaw, leading down his neck then kissing at his earlobe. Steve lets out a breathless moan causing my insides to feel warm and tingly.

I lead him to the bed, pushing him down onto it. He looks up at me as I stand before him, biting my lip to hold back a smile. I reach behind me, pulling at the zipper of my dress and sliding it all the way down. The dress falls down my body, pooling at my feet. I step out of my heels as I stand completely naked before a wide eyed Steve.

I see him visibly gulp, putting his hands near his sides as he slides up the bed until his head reaches the pillows. I crawl up to him, climbing onto his lap with my legs on either side of him.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Steve breathes out, reaching up to touch my breasts. He squeezes them slightly causing me to sigh in pleasure. I kiss him again, this time slowly and agonizingly teasing. He groans against my lips, gripping my hips tightly.

I reach for his pants, unbuttoning them and helping him slide them off completely. The skin to skin contact makes the both of us groan in bliss. Steve flips us around, with me underneath him this time as he looks down on me.

"You sure you want to do this?" I whisper, caressing his cheek. He bites his lip, nodding slowly.

"I want this."

With that, I attach my lips to his again and we kiss with love and lust. I can feel his length pressing against my clit as he shifts and I release another moan.

Spreading my legs, Steve looks hesitant but he brings his hand down between them, pressing onto my hole. My back arches slightly and my eyes close shut at the feeling this gives me.

Slowly but surely, Steve enters me, filling me to the brim. I let out a pleasurable groan as I grab at his biceps. Steve hands go on either side of my head, gripping at the bed sheets. As he begins to thrust in and out of me, I kiss him to conceal sole of our moans. The hotel's walls were a bit thin and we didn't want anyone to hear our business.

Steve removes his lips from mine, instead placing them around one of my perk nipples and I gasp, my back arching again. He sucks and nips at my right breast, his other hand caressing my left.

I can feel a warm sensation building in my stomach as Steve starts to move faster, our moans and groans being heard in sync.

"I'm close," Steve breathes out, kissing at my neck.

I claw at his back, hissing at the pleasure. "Me too."

Steve lets out a large groan as he releases, his thrusts becoming sloppier. I come soon after, the both of us riding out our highs together.

Steve collapses beside me, both of us breathing heavily and sheen sweat covering us. A smile graces my lips as he hugs me close to him, kissing my cheek, forehead and lips.

"I'm so in love with you, Y/N," Steve whispers against my skin.

I nuzzle my head into his neck, kissing the skin there. "I love you too, Steve Rogers."