That Goddamn Stealth Suit
Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve takes out his frustrations on you after the events on the Lemurian Star…In Fury’s office…still wearing the Stealth Suit…
A/N: I have no excuse.
(also will someone please teach me how to title things? i’m sick of my shitty titles)
Warnings: It’s just smut. PWP. no plot. filth.unprotected sex, stealth suit porn..language..captain kink..sorta
If you were honest, it was all your fault. You had made a comment to Steve just before he’d left for the mission on the Lemurian Star about the stealth suit. Something about the deep blue of it and how it sat just right across his broad shoulders. He’d laughed it off at the time, but you’d seen the look in his eye. And to be fair, you were the one that suggested a way to relieve some stress and get back at Fury at the same time. Which is how you wound up here, pinned against the inside of Fury’s office door, legs wrapped around Steve’s trim waist and hands in his perfect hair.