The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Twenty Eight

Smut (1828 words).
The bacon sizzled in the pan as you poked at it, a smile taking up most of your face. It had been the same routine between you and Steve now for the past three days.
Wake up, take Dorothy to preschool, come home, absolutely worship each other, pick up Dorothy and have dinner.
It was now a Saturday and Steve was surprisingly sleeping in, probably making up for lost time after the work he had put in to yesterday.
You'll never look at the shower the same.
It had truly been wonderful and you'd been in the best mood you'd been in for years now. The amount of sexual frustration you felt must have become a normal feeling so much that now after a few (well, many) orgasms, the world seemed ten times brighter.
You bit your lip as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and lightly planted kisses on your neck. "Morning." His voice was still croaky from the lack of use and it sent a shiver down your spine.
"Good morning." You beamed, turning your head to give him a peck, only for it to last a little longer. You pulled away and shook your head. "Do you want the bacon to burn?" You snickered.
He shrugged and pulled you closer so he was pressed fully against your back. "I wouldn't mind, but I'm sure Dorothy would have something negative to say." You grinned and just as he said her name, the child walked tiredly into the room.
"Mommy, when's breakfast ready?" She grumbled lightly. Both you and Steve laughed at the hunger the child possessed.
"Nearly ready, sweetie. Go get your plate and cup." You instructed, stroking her head as she walked past you.
Just as you turned back to the pan, your phone buzzed on the counter. Nat's name lit up the screen and you smiled, answering it and putting it on speaker. "Hey Nat." You said cheerily.
"...so you slept together?" You could bear the smirk in her voice as Steve choked on his coffee.
"Nat!" You hissed as you took her off speaker and put the phone to your ear.
She chuckled. "I knew it. You don't have that essence of sexual frustration in your voice anymore." You sighed and rubbed your forehead.
"Nat. You were on speaker." You heard a stifled laugh.
"I'm so sorry. Anyway. How was he?" She asked quietly.
"Natasha..." You said in a warning tone.
"Fine fine! Me and Sam were just wondering if we could have Dorothy today? We were going to go to the beach and just thought she might like it." You smiled, all agitation melting away.
"That's so sweet. Of course I'll get her ready. When will you be here?" You asked sweetly.
"An hour. And no problem. It's our pleasure." You smirked at the way she spoke for both her and Sam, but decided not to mention it.
"Okay see you soon." You hung up and informed Steve of what was to happen before rushing to get everything ready.
Dorothy was more than excited to be going out with her aunt and uncle and practically ran out the door when Nat arrived.
Steve has spent the last hour at the gym and you had spent it cleaning, as always.
You had been organising the washing room, in particular the cupboard that held all the cleaning products when you found a small round metal piece. It had stood out from the colourful bottles as it shone at you.
You picked it up and immediately recognised it was Steve's compass.
You smiled and stroked it with your index finger before opening it. Your smile faltered at Peggy's picture staring back at you.
It was just a picture.
But why was it hidden away in the cleaning room?
Was Steve purposely hiding it from you? Why? Did he love her more than he loved you? It would make sense as to why it was buried in the cupboard.
As if on cue the front door opened and closed, heavy footsteps echoing through the flat. "Honey? I'm home." He sang, as if to mock the feeling of your throat closing up.
He finally came to the wash room and saw you staring at you, eyes watering, lip quivering and hand shaking as you held his compass.
So that's where it was.
He looked between you and the object and suddenly remembered Peggy's picture.
"No. No, no, no. It's not what it looks like." He stepped towards you but you stepped back, anger boiling within you.
He took a breath and began to explain. "I still have the picture because she was my first love. It's like how you still have Bucky's pictures." He tried for a shrug but he couldn't muster it.
You didn't say anything and that's what scared him most. If you were silent, then he knew you were really mad and you were letting that anger grow.
"Please, sweetheart, just say something." His voice shook a little as he stepped closer to you. Luckily you didn't step away again.
"I can understand why you kept the picture, Steve. What I can't understand is why you'd hide it from me." Your voice trembled and Steve couldn't decipher if it was the pain or the fury.
"I wasn't hiding it! I swear. Why would I?"
"Oh I don't know? Because you're still madly in love with her?!" Your voice rose and Steve furrowed his eyebrows.
"You know that's not true." He said quietly.
You shrugged and turned partially away from him. "It'd be make sense. Why you only made a move after Bucky died. Why it took you so long to have sex with me, why you won't take me on dates! You're only with me because you miss her!" Steve felt his own eyes water.
"Do you really think so low of me?" He croaked. "I told you I love you and I mean it, every time I say it." You looked up to stop the tears from rolling.
The silence scared him even more.
"Wait..." he took a second to see if he was being unreasonable. "You're not with me because you're lonely, are you?" You clenched your eyes and let a sob out. You didn't answer. "Y/N?" He sounded worried.
"Steve..." You croaked.
"Answer me." You didn't. "Are you with me because you're lonely?!" His raised voice scared you.
"No." You whimpered, cowering against the wall, arms wrapping around yourself. "You asshole." You cried quietly, before deciding you didn't want to be in the same room as him. You put his compass back in the cupboard and went to walk past him.
"Don't walk away from me." He said calmly, but you could sense the slight anger he now possessed. What right did he have to be angry.
"Or what?" You growled, turning around to face him.
Within a few seconds of staring each other down, he had you pinned to him, lips messily moving against his. His fingers gripped your hips and pressed them against his, his erection pulsing against you and making you moan into his mouth as your tongues moved together.
He dragged you back into the washing room and pressed you harshly against the dryer, and as he had, managed to turn it on.
He reached under your dress and rubbed you through you panties as his kisses spread towards your neck before he bit between your neck and shoulder.
You let out a small whimper and leaned against him, hands running through his hair as he rubbed circles on to your clit.
You went to lift his shirt but his hand caught your wrist before you could. "No. I need you. Now." He growled, lifting your dress up and ripping you panties down. He swiftly turned you and bent you over the dryer.
The cold air made you gasp, a long with the new nature of your boyfriend.
He waited a moment, hesitating. A few minutes that allowed you to tell him if this isn't what you wanted, but when you whined impatiently, hips bucking back, he didn't wait any longer.
With one swift thrust, he was fully inside you, filling you up and making you choke on your breath.
He pulled out at an agonisingly slow pace until only his tip was in. You winced at the motion, having only had a few seconds foreplay.
Again he thrusted fully into you, this time starting a slow pace as he held onto your waist.
You let out a content sigh as you began to melt into the pleasure, dipping your head.
His pace picked up with every thrust, his hands leaving your waist as one planted on the wall ahead of you, the other on the dryer as he began to pound into you unmercifully.
You let moan after moan fall from your lips as he used all his anger and frustration from the argument fuel him into fucking you.
The way his hips were angled gave him perfect access to your g spot. That combined with the dryer vibrating against your clit had you crying out, fists clenching and legs shaking as he drove you towards an orgasm.
"Fuck." Steve had muttered as he pounded into you.
You lifted your head, barely able to choke out a "language" before he had softly yanked your hair into his hand.
He continue to thrust harshly into you, your breath getting caught in you throat making your moans sound strangled.
"Steve." You whined out feeling yourself nearing.
He gave your hair another tug making you moan out.
Within a few more thrusts you were coming over his cock, calling out his name. He soon followed, a long, deep moan leaving his lips as he leant over you.
He pulled out, kissing your shoulder softly as he did. When he had put himself back in his trousers, he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your temple. You placed your hands on top of his and sighed.
"I don't know why it's in here. I love you. You know I love you." He turned you around in his arms. "So what's up?"
You almost cried at how well Steve knew you. You looked away from him and shrugged. "I don't know. We got together so quickly. Sometimes it scares me how much I feel for you. And when I get scared I just get paranoid about everything... I don't think I could take another heartbreak."
Steve's hand came up to wipe some hair away from your eyes. You looked up at him and he smiled. "It may seem quick to you, but it's felt like an eternity for me. I could never love anyone more than I love you." You finally returned the smile and leant up to kiss him briefly.
"That was amazing by the way. I should get you angry more often." You said cheekily. He laughed and pulled you closer to him.