"Sober?"
Avengers AU - Chapter 6
Characters: Steve, reader
A/N: FINALLY!!! I got a new chapter edited....anyway these fucking idiots...
WARNINGS: dirty implied stuffs in a closet. Kissing? Touching? NOISES?!?!!
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Steve leaned over you, the cramped space giving neither of you any room to move without pressing against the other. You pressed closer to the table trying to make space without knocking anything over in the dark closet. "-switch.. There's gotta be a switch-" you mumbled, hands blindly pressing against the wall. "Probably behind you-?"
Wisps of telltale red slipped out under the doorframe, not unnoticed by him as he pressed his palms to the wall opposite you on either side of your head. You shifted and Steve hissed, the sound making you freeze as his large hands moved to your hips quicker than you could blink.
Steve pressed his forehead to the crown of your head, before cocking it to the side, lips just barely skipping over the nape of your neck, he bumped his nose to your ear taking a moment to inhale your perfume, no shame when he felt you go still at the movement. "Sorry, tight in here," he felt you shiver pressed so close to him.
You waved your hands, making a little noise that sounded like a muffled moan. A small, "unnff!" Escaping you yet again.
Steve closed his eyes and took in a slow breath, willing himself not to lose composure and grind into you like some horny teenager. For a moment he wanted to slap himself as your hands caught at his wrists, he could hear your quickening breath, felt you squirm to adjust for better accommodations, damn Wanda and her magic. He had spotted Nat just briefly and wondered what her quick wink had been about, of course they had to have plotted together to get the two of you in the smallest closet on the compound.
"S-Steve-" you stuttered his name and pressed back into him without warning, turning your head to look up at him with wide eyes, "th-the light switch?"
Steve let out a groan as your ample ass pressed to the front of his tactical pants. As you huffed out a little breath and wriggled against him, "Jesus fuck-!"