Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Captain (Steve Rogers x Reader) // 
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You had planned on explaining yourself to Steve once you had arrived back at the hotel. But no sooner had he killed the engine than he was making a beeline for your room like he had a ghost on his heels.

You begrudgingly followed him, knowing how uncomfortable this was going to be. You considered calling Natasha, but then you would have to explain what happened, which would either result in teasing or a lecture. And you were currently in the mood for neither.

You hesitantly slipped your card key into its slot and opened the door, carefully stepping into your room like you expected a bomb to go off. You were met with the sight of Steve having his back to you as he practically ripped off his tie and dress jacket, clearly wanting to shake what happened off his skin.

You took a deep breath, knowing this wouldn't be anything short of awkward.

"Steve, please let me-"

"You almost blew our cover," he cut you off, still facing away from you.

"I know, and I-"

"Do you have any idea how much danger you put us in?" He interrupted again, tossing his jacket and tie on a nearby chair and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. "I almost faltered in front of our mark and we would have been done."

"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, hoping he'd at least give you the chance to explain yourself. "I saw him looking at us; I could tell he wasn't buying our cover. I just wanted to convince him otherwise."

Steve finally turned around, his face red with anger. "So you think that makes it okay for you to just kiss someone without any warning?"

You opened your mouth to speak, wracking your brain for a reply, but came up empty. He had you there.

Steve shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh as he took a couple pillows from the hotel bed. The same bed you had been sharing for the past several nights, no thanks to Tony, who claimed you needed your cover as a couple to be as convincing as possible. You were pretty sure he was just in on a bet with Sam, Bucky, and Natasha for how long the tension between you and Steve could go on unresolved.

"I'm going to sleep down here tonight," Steve sighed, setting the pillows on the floor as he toed off his shoes.

You felt your face burning with embarrassment; feeling like a little girl being reprimanded by her parents. The kiss had been a bit indulgent on your part, but the worst you had expected was for Steve to gently reject you- not treat you like a leper.

"Am I really that repulsive?" You asked, failing to keep the sound of how hurt you were out of your voice.

"Please stop, Y/N," Steve sighed, avoiding eye contact with you.