#hoe thoughts

Steve had always liked waking up beside you, that being the main reason he asked you to move in with him. You had been hesitant at first, only having been together for a little short of a year. You enjoyed your own space and was accustomed to your tiny little apartment. Sure, Steve’s Brooklyn home was far nicer and bigger, but you didn’t mind your rinky-dinky place in Queens.

However, overtime the Avenger had persuaded you. He convinced you that living together was the next logical step in your already thriving relationship. Besides, you practically already lived together with the amount of time you spent at his place or vice versa.

Plus, you loved waking up next to Steve. He was always the sweetest first thing in the morning when you would wake up beside him.

Since moving in together, your alarm clock had developed a thin layer of dust from its unused state. Steve loved waking you up in the morning. Whether that being from bringing you breakfast in bed or from his face between your thighs, he wanted to be at the start of your day.

Today was one of those mornings that his craving was not for a hot cup of coffee. His craving was for you.

The early morning light was shining through the curtains as you groggily came to. You sleepily moaned as you slowly became all too aware of Steve’s face between your legs. His ministrations, must have been going on for quite some time while you were asleep because you were dripping with desire and already close to the edge.

His rough hands held your hips down against the silk sheets, preventing you from moving away from the onslaught of pleasure his mouth was delivering to you. You instinctively grabbed his blonde locks pulling him closer to your sex as you arched your back begging for your release.

A quiet purr of satisfaction left Steve as he obliged with your unspoken request. He began to work you over harder, lapping and sucking on your sensitive nub until the all too familiar feeling bloomed in your core.

You cried out his name, breathy moans leaving your mouth as your orgasm washed over you. Your breath was shallow and labored as you came down from your high. You looked down at Steve, as he lifted his face from between your thighs. A small smile on his lips, you couldn’t help but blush at the moisture that surrounded his mouth and chin.

“Good Morning, sweetheart.” He whispered, looking up at you with nothing but love and adoration in his blue eyes.