IMAGINE: Steve on his way up to fuck yo bitch. No I’m just kidding (not really). IMAGINE: In celebration of his own birthday, Tony decided to throw himself a rather large, and rather wild party. It was rather fun for a while; the drinks were free, the music was good, people were laughing and dancing. You were having a great time, but there was one teensy issue: Steve looked hot as hell and he was serving as a major distraction for you. His royal blue dress shirt clashed beautifully against his blond hair, and those black dress pants were wonderfully tight on his ass. You’d taken every opportunity to ‘accidentally’ brush up against the Captain that night, and you didn’t miss his lingering gaze on your chest or ass. Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes wasn’t being so good tonight. In all honesty, you were shocked at your own boldness when you allowed your hand to brush against his crotch before sauntering up the stairs and away from the party. Steve watched you for a few moments, gulping before he set his drink down. 'That woman will be the end of me,’ He thought as he made his way up after you.