The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Fifty Two

He looks puzzled, almost shocked. "Y/N. You're not meant to be in here." He panics and walks over to you.
"I don't like It when other girls flirt with you." You blurt out and he stops in his tracks. He doesn't respond. Probably doesn't know how to. "I hate it. The thought of you with someone else makes my skin crawl. I- I don't know why I'm saying this." You admit.
He looks like a deer in headlights. "I wasn't flirting with her." He says awkwardly. The whole situation you've made is awkward.
"Okay." You answer back. "I haven't made my mind up yet. I just- I don't know I acted on impulse I guess." Now you're regretting every step you took towards this room.
He leans against the sink counter and shrugs. "I don't know what you want me to do with this information."
You shrug back. "You could kiss me." You're not looking at him, you're not even aware you've said it until it's left your mouth.
When you look up, he's just as taken back as you are. "Is that what you want?" You shrug again.
He sighs and rubs his head. "Y/N. I'm happy to wait until you decide but I don't want to be getting mixed signals the whole time. I don't know if I could deal with that." He admits.
You feel bad and instead of letting this awkwardness get worse, you let your impulse take over again. You glide over to him, taking his face in your hands and placing your lips on his, your body laying fully on his as he pulls away, shocked at your actions.
Your bite your lip and look up at him as he studies you, and it only takes him a second to bring your lips back together, one hand holding the back of your head and the other placed on your back.
It's heated and messy and desperate as you grab at his shirt, turning the two of you around so that you were pressed against the counter.
He pulls away, nose still touching yours as you both catch your breath. "We should stop."
"No." You protest, grabbing a bigger fistful of his shirt.
"I don't want you to regret this." He's resting his forehead against your own.
"I won't. Please." You whine, trying to pull him closer. "I want you." You admit, kissing his cheek and down his jaw, down his neck.
"Y/N. You've been drinking. I'm not-"
"I've not had a drop." You pull away and answer. He still doesn't budge. "Steve. Please. Just fuck me." Your noses bump and he sighs. It was clear you both needed this, both wanted it, and it seemed as though he realised that too, because he had suddenly lifted you on to the counter, placing himself between your legs and kissing you as though he'd never have the chance to again.
You let out a whimper at the sudden movement and quickly started to unbutton his shirt. The door had no lock, someone could walk in at anytime so you had to be quick.
Your hands slid down his chest and to his belt. His trousers were undone in seconds and you were quick to let yourself inside his briefs. Grabbing him and messaging it as he gripped your thighs so hard that it would leave bruises. He moaned quietly at the contact and quickly shimmied your dress above your hips, pulling the thin piece of underwear down your legs.
You pulled him out of his trousers, lining him up with yourself as you wrapped your legs high around his waist. He pulled away slightly and panted. "Hold on-"
"Steve, I just need you now." You stopped him and leaned forward to kiss him again.
"This isn't gonna last long." He admitted against your lips.
"I don't care." You whispered, and as soon as those words were spoken, he pushed into you, eyes locked as you let out a choked moan. It had been so long but the sting was almost too good.
You grabbed a fistful of his hair and he snaked his hand around your neck, softly holding it as he kissed down the side of it, wasting no time as he started to thrust into you. Straight away he found a great pace, immediately hitting that spot inside you and doing it at such a brilliant speed.
You couldn't control yourself as you let out whimpers and small moans, holding yourself against Steve as he groaned into your neck.
He lifted his head to look at you. "You've got to be quiet, baby." Oh how you'd missed that name. The name he only called you in times like these. But he was right. If it wasn't for the blaring music, everyone would hear you getting ruined in the men's bathroom by your sort of ex fiancé.
You put a hand behind you as a form of stability, body rocking, almost jolting, as he fucks you relentlessly. He goes faster and you call out his name, causing him to quickly put a hand to your mouth. It's kind of hot. That dominant streak mixed with the chance of getting caught, and his dick absolutely ruining you. It was all too much and you soon came on his cock, panting and moaning against his hand. The sight of you coming, and the feel of it sent him over the edge and he was quick to pull out. You moved quickly to grab him and work him in your hand again, looking up at him as he hissed and moaned out, soon coming over your hand, head falling to rest against your shoulder.
You both caught your breath as you rinsed your hand in the sink, turning back to Steve and biting your lip.
What now?

AN: yall I wrote this like a week before the whole Chris Evans dick pic situation and didn't know if I should post it but honestly I feel like the situation was a sign I should you know? Anyways hoped you enjoyed xo