#infinity war steve

"Steve? What hell are you doing?"

"Had to see you," he responds, completely out a breath. Did he run here?

Steve doesn't give you the opportunity to respond, grabbing your face and attaching his lips to yours. The words you were thinking of die immediately, lost in the taste of maraschino cherries and root beer. His soft plump lips overtake yours and he messily kisses you. Your bodies move backwards into the kitchen as he peels off layers, leaving a trail of wet clothes that you couldn't care less about right now. He sucks on your tongue, begging for entrance which you grant. It's all crashing teeth and spit as you get lost in one another.

Eventually your back meets the counter and Steve grabs your thighs, hoisting you onto the table top. Nipping at your lips, you moan at the small feeling of pain. Steve's hands wander, grabbing onto any and every piece of flesh as though he can't get enough of you. His warm hands wander into the top of your underwear, finding your clit. His fingers move farther down, greeted by the slickness of your folds.

"All this for me, princess?," he teases, whispering in your ear. His lips attach themselves to your neck, creating dark bruises for only him to see. He loves marking you in hidden places, enticed by your shared secret.

"Clearly just kissing is enough to get you this wet for me. You're a needy little slut, aren't you baby?" You whimper in response, too focused on the way his fingers tease your entrance.

Eventually, the guilts eats away enough at Steve for him to give in to your desires. Mercifully, he sticks a finger inside and both of you moan at the feelings of you being stretched out. He slowly moves his finger in and out you, continuing to rub circles on your most sensitive bud. Eventually, he slips another finger inside and your moans get even louder, encouraging him to continue. His erection strains his leg, you feeling the massive indentation as his hips mindlessly rub against your thighs for relief.

Your hips begin to buck against his hand, letting him know you're close.

"You're gonna cum, pretty girl?" You nod desperately and he smiles down at you.

"Let go baby."

At his words, you clench around his quickening pace as you reach your peak. He utters sweet nothings in your ear, letting you know how good you are for for him and how sexy you look falling apart under him. You watch as he pulls out of you, sticking his fingers into his mouth and moaning at your taste. He licks his fingers clean, keeping eye contact with you.

“So good, darling. So good.

As good as that was, it does little to ease the tension between the two of you. Staring at his erect cock in his pants, you pull Steve towards you desperately. You lips attach to his, nipping at his plush, pink lips with uncontrollable lust. You want him. You need him. The moans you pull from his lips just make you throb even more, wanting so badly to hear them as he fills you up.

“What do you want Angel?”

You wined with need, desperate to dull the ache between your thighs and unwind the returning knots in your core.

“You, Steve. Fill me up, please.”

Steve hesitated for a moment, a moment that was just a tad too long. Almost immediately you retreated and his face dropped.

"No, no , no. What you're thinking isn't what I'm thinking." Steve grabbed your face, peppering kisses all over to reassure you.

It's not that he didn't want to have sex with you, actually quite the opposite. Watching you sit there in those tiny little shorts, Steve wanted nothing more than to fuck you into that cold marble countertop, gripping the slab until it cracked under the pressure. But, the idea he had was a bit more…enticing.

"I mean look at me, I'm drenched. But, if you point me in the direction of your bathroom, I'll give you a front row seat." Mischief glimmered in his eyes, leaving you confused. Realization begins to dawn upon you, making your cheeks blaze. You began to get shy, as if Steve hasn’t just whispered disgustingly dirty things in your ear not five minutes before.

“I mean, I’ve gotta take care of this somehow. The least I could do is give you free front row tickets to the show.” He smirked at his own comment, making you laugh. You motioned upstairs and to the left, watching him jog towards the top. His long hair managed to stay perfectly in place, making you eager to run your hands through the strands and ruin them. To ruin him.

Steve must’ve realized you weren’t following, his feet coming to a halt at the balcony.

“So you agree to let my defile your shower like the naught girl I know you to be, and then you don’t even act eager to watch? Are you coming or what?”

You swallow the knot in your throat and shakily nod. Steve grins, continuing his path towards your room. To be frank, you were nervous. Not of the act itself, but how you would react. The two of you have never done anything like this, and the stress was beginning to eat at you.

But you swallowed your fears, deciding to make your way up the stairs. You didn’t want to keep Steve waiting much longer, knowing how desperate he can become. But, maybe you wanted to see him desperate? You decided to slow your pace a bit, laughing to yourself when you think about the complete agony your boyfriend must be in.

You entered your bedroom, walking past all of the furniture and opening the bathroom door. What you saw was enough to make your step falter and knees become weak. You moaned at the sight of Steve, unsure where to look. The shower door was open, Steve standing in the middle with his back against the cold tile. His hair was dripping, stray pieces covering his eyes like cowlicks. His chest glistened, the water raining down over his body.

And his hands. Fucking he’ll, his hands. You felt as though you were in a trance, eyes shifting back and forth with every stroke as you watched him with blown out eyes. Your feet mindlessly carried you towards him, reaching out to touch. But he grabbed your hand, halting you in your quest.

“Look, but don’t touch sweetheart.”

You nodded obediently, waking over to the counter for a seat. His moans were like angels singing, making you wetter by the second. The two of you maintained eye contact as he stroked his length, although you had an extremely difficult time. You mouth watered, watching as Steve spread his precum over the tip. You could do this all day. Your thighs clench together upon hearing the words “Fuck, Angel”, causing your boyfriend to chuckle and break the contact. His eyes noticed the way you tried to maintain self control, failing miserably.

“You gonna open those legs and lemme get a look at that pretty pussy?

Fucking hell, he’s so good.

You shimmied your short dress up to your waist, open your legs wide on the counter. You felt yourself clench when Steve moaned upon looking at you.

“Shit, doll you have no idea what you do to me. Touch yourself, please.”

You wouldn’t object to that. You gathered the wetness that settled between your lips, spreading it over you clit. A moan escaped your lips and your eyes shut at the blissful feeling.

“Open your eyes darling. Look at me.” You and Steve maintained eye contact as you began to approach your orgasms, being encouraged by the sound of each whimper and moan.

“I know your fingers don’t feel as good as mine, do they?”

“No, Captain,” you whimpered out, missing the way Steve could stretch you with just a single digit. Yours would have to do this time.

“You’re still gonna cum for daddy, right?”

You whimpered when he spoke to you, several feet away but never feeling more connected.

“Yes Captain.” You rubbed your clit faster, just as Steve increased his own pace.

Your moans began to get louder as your stomach began to tighten, knowing your orgasm was close. Steve could tell, blown out pupils getting even cloudier as he watched you get off to him.

“Steve, I’m gonna cum,” you choked out. He smirked, loving to watch you come undone before him. Your legs began to shake, screaming his name as you reached your peak. Your cries pushed Steve over the edge, shooting thick, hot spurts of him all over his stomach. With jelly legs, you hopped off the counter and towards the shower.

“You want a taste, don’t you?” You nodded, distracted by the white ropes that sat glistening on his abs.

“Go ahead, doll. No one’s stopping you.” Steve watched as you dragged your tongue across his stomach with delight, already getting hard again. He loved how needy you were for his cum, calling you his “dirty little cumslut” as he watched.

You tore off the rest of your clothes, stepping into the shower. You barely had enough time to react before Steve had your face pinned against the wall, kneeling down towards your sensitive core.

“Just want a taste, my sweet girl.”

You moaned and squirmed as Steve’s tongue lapped at your sensitive clit, overstimulating you. He ravaged your body like the starved man he was. No matter what time of day, Steve was always desperate to settle between your thighs. Curling his fingers in just the right way, your Captain pulled another leg-shaking orgasm from your body. Your feet went limp, Steve holding you while you gathered yourself.