A/N: Here’s a headcannon, Steve- the blond guy- Yeah, he likes it rough. It’s true.
Drabble: Steve’s alone time gets interrupted.
Word count: 709
Pairing: Steve Rodgers x Reader
Warnings: Mature language, smutty-themes. Just a general NSFW warning.
“Hey, Miss Daisy,” Tony’s voice breaks over the speaker, loud and scaring Steve. He fumbles to pause the video he’s watching when tony asks. “You mind breaking out your wheelchair and coming up? I need a second opinion.”
Steve gives himself a minute to calm down, wiping his hand down his face, and shaking his head.“Christ, Tony, when do you ever need someone else’s opinion?”
Tony’s already gone.
Tipping his head back, Steve thunks his head against his headboard and sighs. Whatever it is, it better be goddamn important. Pushing his laptop off of his lap, Steve slides and scoots to the edge of his bed, before reaching down and pulling up his sweatpants.
‘It's…..it’s not too noticeable,’ Steve thinks, but then he’s standing and it’s abso-fucking-lutely noticeable. He’s got half a mind to jump into the shower real quick, and turn it all the way down, but then Tony’s back on the speaker.
Steve opts to just tuck his dick into the waistband of his underwear and…it doesn’t really work, and he’s not vain by any means, but he’s big. Big enough that there’s a good portion of him sticking over his waistband. Okay, whatever, he’s already pissed off, so he just pulls his waistband up a bit more, and hopes for the best.
The best is in Tony’s lab, bent over, palms flat on the floor. You let your feet slide, and start lowering your self to the floor in a split. Slowly. Jesus, you’re flexible with a capital F.
“Wo-oh-oah,” Tony frowns and points towards Steves crotch. “Is there a flood?”
Steves still got eyes on your ass when you look over your shoulder at him. Shit, he blinks and looks at Tony, arms crossed over his chest, definitely not suspicious. Nope.
Tony walks behind a desk and turns on a hologram of a stealth suit. “Your fucking pants, Steve, why are they jacked up so high?”
“Uh, ah…” He’s got nothing. He makes the worst mistake by looking at you, and-Christ-you’re in full split now. Looking over your shoulder, waiting. “Um.”
“T-T-Today, Junior!” Tony looks between you and Steve, shaking his head. “I don’t know what’s going on in that mind of yours, but maybe we should get Bruce.”
“I’m fine.” Steve says, clenched jaw and all. “W-What did you want?”
Tony puts his hands up in surrender and points at you. “Bendy needs a new stealth suit,” he turns and motions towards the blue hologram behind him. “It’s equipped for her, got everything from elastic micro-fibers, to heat protectant. I needed your opinion on it-”
Tony turns to Steve with this hellish grin on him. “-seeing as you both work in close, close, quarters.” Tony leans towards him and drops his voice. “You sure you can handle that responsibility, Steve-O?”
Steve looks over at you, and ohmygod, you’ve got your hands flat on the floor on either side of you, arching your back to get a good stretch.
Steve makes a O face before nodding. Fuck, he’s gotta get it together or else he’s gonna-
“Is it hard?”
Steve slow blinks, trying to really understand what the hell you just said to him. “Sorry, what?”
You shake your head. “No, I was talking to Tony.” You look over to the billionaire, genius, playboy, phila- “Making these suits, is it hard?”
Tony shakes his head. “Nah, not as hard as you’d think It’s-hold on-” he turns to Steve again. “You can go.”
Steve’s out of the room before you get a chance to congratulate him on last night’s mission. He’s almost, almost, to the elevator when.
“Oh, and Steve?” Tony jogs up behind him, and whispers. “Next time you wanna’ watch porn try to not use the main server? F.R.I.D.A.Y picks up on all of it.” He whirls his finger towards the ceiling, and Steve most look like a goddamn idiot because then Tony’s laughing, and saying. “I’m not judging, really, but I wouldn’t have pegged you for a rough kinda’ guy. I mean choking? Really?”
“I-I was just, Y/n she-”
Tony shakes his head, and starts walking backwards, hands in a faux surrender. “Don’t worry, Captain Kink-ster, your secrets safe with me.”