Summary: After seeing you dancing with another man, Steve gets jealous and makes a move about it.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Other Characters: Unnamed Male Character, Sam Wilson.
Word Counting: 2.1k
Warnings: Very dirty smut and dirty talk, lots of Spanish. This was vaguely inspired by Despacito. Translation to the words is before the tags.
A/N: A huge thanks to @widowsfics and @som3thingcr3ative for helping me with the Spanish parts.
Steve tilted his head to the side while your body moved to the sound of the music. He’d never seen you like this, so free and open. It was as if you felt like home in that crowd.
Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy
When that hit – the one he would hear all the time on the radio and Tony played just to bother him – started he braced himself to hear Justin Bieber’s annoying voice in the air, but that wasn’t what heard. A male voice speaking Spanish and completely natural filled his ear and the whole place, and you shoot the man in front of you a smile.
You had taken him to the party Tony was throwing and never left his side. You two were glued to each other, attached by the hip, and when the DJ started throwing dancing songs, you were dancing with him.
When your lips moved, he tried to understand what you said. Steve’s hearing was sensitive, but even he couldn’t hear you talking to the guy with all those the loud sounds.
The first steps you two gave coordinated had everyone moving away to watch, and some agents quickly pulled their phones to film the scene.
Your body moved fluid like water and your toned leg peaked from the slip of the red dress, and it didn’t even look like you were wearing the highest heels he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Damn, dude,” Sam exclaimed. “She’s a pro.”
And you really were.
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy
Your hips moved as you didn’t even have bones, and he quickly understood how you were so flexible during missions.
Steve’s mouth was hanging open and the crotch of his pants was very uncomfortable.
Damn him if he wasn’t hard for you right now. You were always so sexy – not even trying –, but now… You were driving him insane.