Marvel imagines

(8)Steve Rogers

A piece of textile catches my interest, so I pull it out. I hold it up in Tony's direction and notice that it is the American flag. 

"Ah, Capsicle, your time to shine," he says with a grin brightening his face.  

I simply return the flag to Stark with an indifferent expression. I know I did not even want to play, to begin with, but I am slightly disappointed with my selection. I have nothing against him, actually, I am quite fond of him. However, I would not dare to think of him like that. He is way too uptight and would probably reject any sort of romantic affection I would send his way. Although I am not going to express any dissatisfaction because I do not want to be disrespectful to the captain and I do not want Tony to think I am actually invested in this stupid game.  

Steve immediately gets to his feet and makes his way over to where I'm standing next to Stark. As he is walking up to me, I scan his breathtaking body, so tall and muscular. Does not matter what he wears, his muscles are always on display and they always seem to catch my attention as soon as he walks into a room. But I must not think like that right now. I do not want my fantasies to get the best of me. 

"Ladies first," Steve says with a polite smile. 

Always the gentleman. 

I simply smile at him and start making my way towards the lonely closet down the hall. When we arrive, he opens the door for me, obviously, and steps in after me. Clint locks the door and leaves shortly after.  

Most people would not be annoyed with a person because they are well-mannered, but the way Steve acts around me makes me feel like there is no way of getting under the surface with him. Our relationship feels so trivial and official. I do not expect him to tell me everything, but our conversations sometimes feel awfully meaningless. I would do anything to be able to see a new side of him.  

I catch myself staring at the soldier who is standing in front of me with his arms crossed. 

"Everything okay there?" 

"Yeah, I just got lost in my thoughts." 

"What were you thinking about?" 

"You, actually." 

He snickers a bit and takes a step closer to me. 

"Is that so?"  

"I was thinking of how polite you are." 

"Why, thank you." 

"It's just that you never seem to let loose, not even at any of Tony's parties." 

"So, you don't think I'm any fun?" 

"That's not..." 

"Because I am fun, I do dauntless things all the time." 

"Really? I could never see you do anything wildly inappropriate." 

"You mean something like this?" he says while pushing his body against me and wrapping his hand around my neck.  

"Oh, I like that, captain." 

"Oh yeah?" 

His grip on my neck gets tighter and his eyes darker. Then he gives me a wide smile but not the regular polite one, a devilish one, filled with desire. As if I was not trembling enough, he uses his free hand to roam my body that is pressed against the wall. When his hand finally settles on my waist, he presses his lips against mine, its rough and concupiscent. Although the kiss is cut short when Steve pulls away. 

"You like that, huh?" 

"Very much." 

I smile because I know that Steve is trying to find the sexiest ways to get my consent for every move he makes. I like it, kinky and respectful.  

Once again, his lips find mine and his tongue strokes my lower lip for an invitation. I grant his wish and let his tongue explore my mouth with unexpected impatience. I let my hands find his soft hair and give it a slight tug so his head tilts and gives me better access. He grunts at my action, moves both of his hands to my breasts, and kneads them gently. All my senses are consumed by Steve. He smells like aftershave and tastes like strawberry candies. He is making sinful sounds that are getting me more and more excited and touching him makes me feel safe. Yet the sight of him is something that will stay on my mind for a long time. His hair is a bit tousled; his eyes are dark, and his lustful smile never really goes away.  

I swear he is going to be the end of me. 

Suddenly he backs away slightly and gazes into my eyes. When I smile at him with reassurance, he moves closer again but kisses my neck this time. As he leaves dark marks on my neck and chest, his hands form a tight grip around my waist, pulling it closer than before. As I feel my core stroking against him, I let a sensual moan escape my lips. He finds the sweet spot on the crook of my neck and when he realizes that my breathing just got heavier, he smiles and stays there for a while. The nibbling and sucking continue for a couple of seconds before he trails back up to my jaw.  

All of a sudden, I recognize that he is doing all the work, probably because he is trying to prove something. Nonetheless, I want to show him equal affection, so I start kissing his neck instead. He seems hesitant at first, he wants to be in charge this time, but his pleasure convinces him to stay still. As I leave wet kisses up and down his neck my hands explore his hard chest and soon his even harder member. My hand rubs against his clothed crotch which earns me some dark moans coming from his mouth and he grabs the red, velvet fabric I'm wearing.  

Before I can go any further, he grabs both my hands and pins them over my head. 

"Too much for you, captain?" 

"Not at all, but I like being in charge. I'll make you feel real good if you just let me." 

His lips don't dance on my skin for longer than 5 seconds before we hear a knock on the door. Clint then opens it without a word. I stand in my spot with messy hair, wide eyes, and lips swollen. Wildy embarrassed, to say the least. Not Steve though, he is acting as if nothing had happened, only a polite smile is once again gracing his lips. He starts walking and when I stay frozen in my spot he turns around. 

"Are you coming?" he asks and holds his hand out to me.  

I do not answer, I simply make my way over to him and take his big hand in mine. We start walking in content silence and when we reach the common area the group start giggling uncontrollably. They probably spotted my rosy cheeks and stunned expression, now my cheeks are even redder.  

"Wow, Steve finally got some," Sam exclaims. 

"I knew she would be the one to break him," Nat says with a smug smile.  

"Shit, I didn't know you had it in you, cap," Tony continues.  

"That's enough, you guys," Steve says. "And, Tony, language." 

When the group quiets down and continues the game, Steve leads me to the couch and sits down while pulling me onto his lap.  

This was not the new side of him that I expected to see tonight but it is the one I always have longed for. The memories are circling in my mind and make me giddy. I want more of it. I just hope that from this point forward he will let me in more.  

He slips his arms around my waist and I lean back into his chest, I could stay like this forever. His gentle embrace warms me up and makes me feel protected from everything horrific this world could ever throw at me.  

I turn my head to whisper in his ear. 

"Apparently, you can be excitedly reckless, captain." 

"For you, I would do anything. The more inappropriate the better." 

With that being said he kisses my neck lovingly before resting his head against my neck.

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Don't know which one I should do next:/.

Btw I think I'm gonna save Loki for last since I have weak spot for him. I wanna make his part more detailed and give it even more intriguing dialogue;). Just so u know.