"Little fucking brat." Steve muttered to himself just quiet enough for him to hear, no one around him. He hated watching you grind on guys, he hated how your mouth was so dirty. What could he do with that mouth? He kept rambling questions staring off into space until his attention snapped back to y/n...and if y/n knew what was going through his head...she would pray he didn't snap his attention back. There in front of him was y/n grinding her amazing ass on the guys hardened dick while he muttered dirty things in her ear.
Sadly Steve could hear every word he said. "You're a dirty thing aren't you?", "such a slutty girl.", "sad you don't have a man to take care of that wet pussy and juicy ass of yours." Was all Steve heard but what set him off was the last sentence he muttered. "Why don't you let daddy take care of you." With those words Steve snapped with realization as he studied your body language. Reacting the way Steve had thought. Fighting the littlespace that battled your normal headspace.
"Alright. That's enough!" Steve said coming into view of the very surprised y/n. "Steve what are you doing?!" She hissed as she continued to grind. "Who's this baby?" Vitaly huskily whispered in her ear. "Just an annoying ass co-worker." She hissed again making Steve visibly shake with anger. "I've had enough!" Steve shouted causing some attention for people who could hear. Steve tightly gripped your arm, sure enough to leave a bruise in the morning. He pulled you away from the man and out of the club.
"What the fuck is your problem Steve?!" Y/n asked evidently pissed off. "My problem?! Are you serious right now?!" Steve asked shoving you into your car that you took but can't drive. "You don't have my keys fucker." She laughed like an insane person before stopping quickly as she saw his expression harden. It took Steve's will power to not grip her jaw and talk to her like a child. "You don't need keys to start the car you idiot." He rolled his eyes pressing the start button and driving away.
Y/n stayed quiet scared shitless that Steve was going to scream when we get back...and oh did he. As soon as the elevator opened to the living room his voice boomed. "YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING SLUT! GOING OUT IN A DRESS LIKE THAT, GRINDING AGAINST SOME RANDOM MAN, AND THEN HAVING THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?!" Y/n sat at the barstool shrinking in her seat feeling small as his muscles tense and veins popped.
She drooled at the sight of him but the more he continued to call you degrading names, and swearing something he never does...your fight between your headspace and littlespace became more difficult. "Y/n..." he finally softened but it didn't help you one bit. "Listen y/n I just don't think the best thing for you to do is grind a random man you find at a club. Next time you want to dance just ask me please." You stared at him looking up and down not acknowledging a word he said, you heard it but didn't care to interpret it in your mind.
"Y/n?...Y/n!" He snapped your attention back to what he was saying but the way you looked at him through your eyelashes with a childlike grin he knew what he did. Even if it was by accident. You shifted your head to the side looking at Steve as your eyes sparkled. "Hey y/n." He stroked your hair while kneeling in front of you. "Are you alright?" He used a softer tone then he normal had in general. "What?" She questioned not exactly sure of it. He furrowed his eyebrows discreetly as he stood crossing his arms while looking down at you.
You fought it off decently well so by the time you snapped out of your headspace Steve was pretty worried. "You're staring off into space. Look I'm sorry I didn't mean it. Why don't you go to bed?" He smiled one of his Steve Rogers smile and helped you off the barstool without giving you an option to reply to him. Before Steve could even walk you out of the room, Tony walked in.
"Hey guys! Let's watch a movie!" He laughed pulling y/n to the couch while grabbing the remote. Steve sighed knowing this most likely wasn't the best idea but he took the spot in the corner on the L sectioned couch. "What do you want to watch?" Tony turned to y/n asking with a huge smile on his face knowing exactly what you wanted to watch. "Fifty Shades. All three!" She laughed as she grabbing the blanket that was on the back of the couch maneuvering herself underneath. "Steve?" Y/n called out to him.
"Yes y/n?" His head popped up from the other side of the couch. "You don't have to sit so damn far from us we won't bite you!" She laughed not realizing that a small swear word slipped through her lips. "Language y/n please." He sighed bringing his hand up to his face rubbing it slightly debating on what he wanted to do. "Come on. Come share the blanket with me Captain Language." Tony laughed at the nickname without a doubt knowing that it'll stick.
"Alright move over then." Steve slightly smiled as y/n moved from the other corner on the couch. Steve sat himself down stretching his legs as y/n sat up throwing some of the blanket on him. Steve contemplated on making a bold move but wasn't sure about doing it. As the movie started Tony made his way to the other corner of the couch mimicking Steve's position as he laughed at Anastasia falling on the ground in front of Christian. A part he laughs at every...single....fucking....time!
An hour into the movie y/n stared at the screen in amusement even though she's seen the movie multiple times. Without thinking she crawled onto Steve's lap settling herself in between his legs with his chest to her back. Steve stiffened only for a moment thankful he didn't have to make the bold move. Causally he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders not thinking anything of it. As Christian fucked into Anastasia y/n started to slightly move her thighs creating friction not going unnoticed by Steve.
The smirk that plastered his face was priceless but y/n didn't notice. He quietly took in the scent that filled his nose. Your arousal. The heightened senses he has from his serum made it pretty easy for him to be able to easily smell you. As you kept creating the friction your stomach coiled causing you to let out a very tiny whimper as you released. Steve only smirked more when he released his thumb rested in your mouth like a pacifier.
Maybe reprimanding you on your language and teaching you a lesson will be easier than he thought.
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Language!!(Steve Rogers x Reader)
FanfictionY/n had the worst mouth there was in Stark towers. It was always fuck this. Fuck that. Goddamnit. Although the rest of the Avengers absolutely loved it there was one person who absolutely hated it. Steve Rogers. Captain Moody. It drove him insane wh...
