Avengers x Male Reader - One shots

Fwb!Steve x Male!Reader [PART THREE]

The drug had done it's work. Steve felt much calm now, it almost seemed like magic to him. The gradual yet sudden moment of bliss the drug had administered to Steve was absolutely astonishing to his senses. While the overall pain of the situation was gone, Steve still couldn't help but be rendered with the idea of you being out with someone else. But the weirder aspect of the scenario was that Steve felt an irresistible urge to talk to you. Also to kiss you. Also to fuck the shit out of you. Also to punch you in the face for making him feel so bad. There were so many things.

So he waited in your room for you to get back.

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You were tired as hell when you got back to the tower. The date was so demanding for you, particularly to stay awake with how boring the guy really was. Consequently, alcohol was your only take. So here you were in the tower elevator to your floor, your jacket in hand and your shirt half tucked out.

As soon as you opened the door though, you saw someone sitting on your bed. Since the lights were off, all you could see was a dark figure. You immediately straightened up and turned on the light. "Steve!" you sighed in relief. "You scared the shit out of me. What were you doing in here with the lights out?"

You couldn't help but feel a bit unsettled about the whole situation. Here was Steve, sitting on your bed, around midnight, with the lights off and with a poker face. He only stared at you for a couple of a seconds before standing up. He cleared his throat, "How was your date?" he asked with his teeth clenched.

"Oh dear lord, don't ask. Even if Beyoncé came all the way to that scraggly ass restaurant and told me the guy was fabulous, I would've stabbed the Bitch down. I mean seriously, he was so boring that I couldn't even-" you were cut off mid sentence when Steve's lips crashed over yours. You were a bit taken aback but you didn't mind. Steve was a great kisser.

For all the guys you'd kissed in the past, Steve definitely was the one to take the cake. How his soft lips matched each and everyone of your movements, making you want to kiss back more and more. How his tongue played with yours ever so softly with just the right tinge of dominance. How his breaths slowed down when he kissed you and how the warm air made you tickle everywhere it flowed. And how he closed his eyes, letting his hands explore your body like he wanted.

Finally, he pulled back and locked his blue eyes with your (eye color) ones. There was a different ignite in his eyes tonight, something that felt both like a fore coming storm and a certain comfort of a happy spring. "Oh, we're getting right down to it tonight. Huh?" you smirked.

Steve didn't say anything and only kissed you harder and deeper than before. And this time, you had no control. Before you knew it, you were on the bed with Steve on top of you. He kissed down your neck and under your earlobe, earning him a moan from you which only kindled the fire in him further. "Ah!" you gasped as you felt him bite down on your clavicle. Wait, when did he take your shirt off? "God, Steve. What's gotten into you tonight?" you asked. Steve was pretty dominant in bed but never like this and he certainly never bit down on you, not that you weren't enjoying it.

Steve looked up at you and merely smirked. He let out a low growl before biting down at your chest, just above your nipple. You were a moaning mess as he trailed his bites and kisses over to your neck and back down again. His tongue travelled to your torso, sending a sharp shiver down your spine. With a swift movement, Steve threw your pants off and took your already hard length in his mouth.