eheheh [hurried] with knight!steve
[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.
cw: little bit of blood in this one!! reader beware!!
You both know you shouldn’t, but that’s what makes it fun.
The stone stairwell is not the best place for this, but Steve’s in a hurry, a job to attend to. You’re in a hurry, too, but only because the ache between your legs has persisted for days. Everything is rushed, from the way you kiss to the way Steve’s big, calloused hands push your skirts up to your hips.
“Hold this,” he mumbles against your lips, shoving the fabric into your fists.
You’d usually complain about him being bossy, but you don’t mind the tone he’s using right now. Nor do you mind the way he manhandles you, tilting your hips forward and guiding himself to your entrance.
“Can you keep quiet?” he asks, rubbing his tip through your folds, nudging your swollen clit.
He crooks a brow at you. Then sinks in.
You bite through your bottom lip, the taste of metal spreading bitterly across your tongue. The fit is almost excruciating, but it feels good being split open by him. He may be gone for a week again, on a campaign, and you don’t mind feeling the stretch for as long as he’s away.
“There you go,” he coos, looking between your bodies before his eyes flick up to your twisted face.
Quickly, with another little noise of affection, he kisses you, his tongue laving over yours. Blood isn’t exactly a taste Steve craves, but it’s something he’s used to. And — truly — it’s a little nice to taste someone else’s for once.
“I have you,” he murmurs, lips moving softly against yours. “Tell me you want me.”
Mercifully, he doesn’t ask you for more.
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