Steve.

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Steve had been your team mate since the team was created, but you had never exactly got along with him. You were more like Tony, cocky, flirtatious, confident. Your personalities never seemed to mix right. But, God was he hot. He could simply look at you and you'd almost whimper. You did everything in your power to avoid him at every opportunity you could, but sometimes things just don't go your way.

You stood facing the punching bag in the Avengers gym, laying into the bag like hell

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You stood facing the punching bag in the Avengers gym, laying into the bag like hell. You gritted your teeth in anger and frustration, unable to think about anything but your ex boyfriend. Punch after punch, until the bag teared, sand spilling out onto the floor in front of you. You stopped, taking a break to catch your breath while you watched the sand fall on the floor.
"That's impressive." A voice said from the doorway. Looking to your left you saw Steve leaning against a pillar, his arms crossed.
"No it's not." You shook your head, grabbing the duck tape and taping up your bag again. "That wasn't my aim." You added before starting your punching again.
"Nat sent me in here, she said you were upset." He said, projecting his voice in order to be heard.
You scoff. "Well, Nat's wrong." You lie, hitting the bag over and over again. When you realised how hard you were hitting you stopped, letting the bag swing for a moment before stilling it and leaning your face into it, trying to surprise the sob that racked through your body but failing.
You hadn't heard him move, but he put his hands onto your shoulders from behind, making you tense up. "Shhh, it's alright, Y/N." He said softly, causing you to turn around and lean into his chest. He was extremely shocked knowing you spent the best of your times avoiding him like the plague. But he understood why when you started crying pretty hard, you just wanted comfort. Steve put his arms around you, rubbing your back and letting you soak his shirt with tears.
When you came to your senses, you pulled away from him, hanging your head in order to hide your face. "I'm sorry, Steve." You said, moving towards the bathrooms. "I need to shower." You excused yourself, hating how vulnerable you were acting.
Letting the door shut loudly behind you, you walked into the unnecessarily expensive communal showers, removing your clothes and turning the shower on. You let it warm up for a second, the steam fogging up the glass, before stepping under the water, soothing your shoulders.
You simply stood still for a while, trying to clear your head and just letting the water do that for you, but you were brought back into the real world when two familiar hands rubbed your shoulders. "What-" You tried but were cut off.
"Shhh, just relax." Steve told you, grabbing the loofa and soap, starting to wash your back. "Turn around, Y/N." He instructed, making you even wetter than before.
You did as he asked, turning to face his naked body as he began to wash your chest, not avoiding your tits. "Why are you doing this for me?" You asked, secretly loving it.
He smiled, pecking your nose lightly. "Because you deserve it." Steve picked up the shower head from its mount, rinsing the soap suds from your body but as he got lower down, he put all the contact onto your clit. The water jet felt amazing on you as he kissed your neck softly. You moaned, holding onto his shoulders for support and parting your legs further so he had better access, the water still coming out of the shower head above you so you weren't cold. "How does that feel?" He asked in your ear, smirking when you whimpered.
"G-good." You moaned out, unable to control your self as you chased your climax. "Steve, your gonna make me..." You trailed off.
He latched his mouth onto your nipple. "Cum, Y/N." You moaned loudly when your orgasm hit, arching your back off the bathroom wall so Steve had better access to your tits.
"Jesus, fuck..." You cussed as he pulled the shower head away from your sensitive heat.
He chuckled, rubbing his fingers through your folds and feeling how wet he got you. "We can keep going if you want...?" He questioned, not knowing how much more you could take.
You reached out, grabbing his dick in your hand and starting to rub him slowly. "I do." You said seductively, but he pulled your hand away from his cock, pinning you up against the wall with it.
"Your gonna wish you hadn't said that." He smirked, grabbing your thighs with his hands and pulling them up, making your straddle him against the wall. He pushed his dick inside of you, making you moan at the sudden pleasure, digging your nails into his back. Steve grunted in your ear, finding it hard to control himself in this moment.
He continued fucking you, loving the way you moaned his name and screamed as you humped. He increased his pace when he felt you start to clench your pussy around him.
"Please, Steve, I'm cumming!" You yelled, feeling your heartbeat in your heat.
He grunted in your ear, spilling his load into your pussy. "Yes, Y/N, shit." He said as he slowed down his thrusting, before pulling out.
Setting your legs back down, he steadied you as you wobbled in your feet. "I really hope no one heard that." You laughed, turning off the shower.
"Oh, we did." Tony's voice from near the door said. You and Steve both stilled, you placing a finger over Steve's lips. "Tony? Is that you?" You asked, hoping you could pretend you were alone in there.
"Actually, it's all of us." Sam's voice answered you. "And that was quite the show you put on."

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