steve x reader
warnings: swearing, basically pure fucking smut, choking.
prompt: getting stuck in a closet with steve rogers and his tight pants while on a mission.
A/N: once again, this is just pure unedited smut so here you go. feel free to send in requests. :-)
“you better not fucking leave me!” you hissed, gripping steve by the arm and looking him dead in the eyes.
“i wasn’t leaving, i was just going to check if the coast is clear.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“of course it’s not fucking clear, there’s hydra agents all over the fucking place, you dumb fuck!” your heart beat was erratic as you dug your nails into his arm, glaring at him.
“there’s no need for that!” steve announced, just to be shushed by you.