Closet Pervert - Steve x Dom! Reader

"You would not believe what Tony found today! He has apparently found new technology belonging to this one race of aliens with crazy..."



Ah, the typical weekday with your wondrous Steve. His curious, innocent mind made you smile, though it made you want other things. 'Hmm...What I would love to do to that mouth, Mr. Rogers.' You would muse in your head. Leaning precariously on the palm of your hand, the sunlight softly cascaded against your [h/c] hair. Honestly, you could watch him all day not caring if life passed you by. If given the chance, you would forcibly bound your boyfriend to make him always wear those sexy colors of red, white, and blue....colors he was unfortunately not wearing right now since he just came from training.



Now do not misunderstand. Your thoughts were mild thoughts driven by your hormones. Of course, you were no sadist neither were you some deranged psychopath. It was just that...you were a closet pervert. Yes, you admitted it. How shocking.



It was somewhat embarrassing to have to admit to yourself but you realized your fantasies would get out of hand very quickly. For example, yesterday you were calmly talking to your boyfriend about the peculiarities of music today versus music back then, you abruptly noticed the way his suit clung to him during on one of your missions. Naturally in this mission, Clint and Natasha were on point while you and Steve had the fabulous job of breaking into another terrorist base located in the deep Sahara. 





While you were supposed to be watching for any incoming assailants, after gunning down a dozen at the entrance, you managed to take a quick glance at your Steve. However, once you saw Steve's sweat dribbling down the side of his face to his muscular neck, you stared.



'Damn...' Soon, your fingers itched to run themselves along his neck. What would it feel like right now? Sweaty? Pleasantly slick? Ever so slowly you watched the water droplet slither down into his suit to uncharted territory. You had never touched him farther down the neck...what would he feel like there? With your body warming against the already sweltering desert heat, your breathing accelerated. 



Sad to say that you didn't realize your own body's malfunctioning breathing pattern until he spoke. "Er...{First} are you okay? You're blushing."



Holy crap. Staring into his azure orbs made your body flare up more! "I-I'm fine, Steve. Its just a little hot." You growled, hating the fact he caught you in a vulnerable state. Fortunately your lover decided to drop the subject of your preexisting condition to whisper, "I think there isn't anymore ter-"



Bang! Bang bang bang! Bang! 



"Shit!"



You weren't sure whether it was you or Steve who cursed but the next thing you knew, your body sprang into action. Gun clicking, you swooped your arm up in a circular motion training it to focus on your target. Many shots fired from your trusty gun when suddenly you clicked the trigger to find you ran out of ammo. Cursing, you were about to reach for another clip when a terrorist trained his gun at you!



Adrenaline pounding, you flew down behind a sand dune and bullets flew past your head. Thinking nothing but to load your gun, you forcibly jammed your clip into your gun and flipped up. One eye closing to see your target against the bright white sun, you found him. "Gotcha." Once you got a clear aim, the terrorist who tried to gun you down with his automatic assault rifle was already pummeled down by a certain Vibranium shield. 



Finding the owner of the said shield was easy and he calmly walked over to you, bodies around in his wake. "Huh. Nice job, Cap." You left the sand dune you were standing in.



The Man with a Plan flashed you a grin. "Anytime, babe." 




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More assailants came and after five minutes of fighting and shots galore passed, you found Steve grinning at you. "What?"




"You look beautiful when you are flushed."



Uh, he thought you looked great even though you were probably drenched in stench-filled sweat? ...Well its better than being called disgusting, right? "Thanks, I guess," was your reply. Wondering why he kept staring, you looked for a distraction. Thankfully this came in the form of Clint via earpiece. "If you two lovebirds are done flirting, I think we have more coming."



"Seriously?" You huffed. How many more of these people were there?



Clint responded, "Yep. Sorry to cut your romantic session short." You could practically hear his smirk in his voice.


Both you and Steve reddened. Damn Clint and his bluntness. Faintly, Natasha's voice was heard behind him saying, "About eight more are coming out from the building; South side." Clint's response was unheard but it was clear he understood. A second later, you heard a sound of a sniper bullet contacting bare flesh and the terrorists started screaming. Now that was your cue when you saw the first head round the corner of the building. 



Cocking your gun, your eyes briefly glanced at your boyfriend's well-defined ass. "Steve, we've got company." 



Steve sighed picking up his shield, "Yeah, I guess we do." Stepping forward, he raced with you into the chaos.









Now here you were, daydreaming again with Steve continuing to babble. 



You felt rude that you weren't really listening save for the occasional "Mhmm" and "Yep". Yet you couldn't bring yourself to actually engage in the conversation. Did that make you a bad girlfriend? You hoped not because what would he say when you told him you had certain "dreams" about him?



As if just merely thinking about admitting these dreams, something triggered your subconscious. BAM! 



'Oh no! Please! Not this again!' You had to stop thinking like this! You tried so hard to not think about this fantasy but your Dominant side sensually whispered, "Don't you wish you could see your boyfriend like this?" As you closed your eyes to see what your other half was saying, it was too late. You were now in the fantasy.



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"{First}?"



"Eh?"



"Were you even paying attention to what I just said?" Steve softly spoke, face filled with worry. Curses! Why was he such the perfect boyfriend?  'How embarrassing! Getting caught fantasizing by my own boyfriend! But woah; that was one intense fantasy.' You had thought. Lightly you cleared your throat. "Yeah. Continue." 



He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face, "What were you thinking about?"



Dammit. He was going to continue questioning you, wasn't he? "Its nothing."



"Come on you can tell me."



No."



"Please?" 



"No." You shifted awkwardly away from him. This really was frighteningly similar to your fantasy. 'Please stop begging Steve! You are making me think dirty again.'



"Pretty please?"



Ack! You hated when he used that irresistible doe-eyed look. "Fine..." You finally said defeated. It took all you had not to look away from his face when you said your next words. "I think-" Shit, were you going to really do this? "-I think about you and me...." He urged you to continue, "...about us- or rather me- doing various sexual acts."



He was quiet for a moment. Thinking every possible worst case scenario, you instead found him blushing before looking down.



"I also have been thinking things like that...with you."



Shocked, you barely managed to speak. "The most innocent man that I have ever known actually has sexual thoughts?"



Cheeks darkening he glared at you, "Just because I haven't done it yet doesn't mean I don't think about it." You bit back a chuckle. He looked so damn adorable. Softly taking his hand, you gently kissed him. "So...you don't think I am a pervert?"



"No, not at all. Why would you think that?"



"Well," Your grip on his hand tightened, "I have been think about you a lot. Like A LOT."



His interest peaked. "How much?"



Justly, you answered, "Every second I'm with you."



"Wow"



You glanced away, "You must think I am the ultimate perv now."



He smirked as he lightly grabbed your chin, "No..in truth it turns me on, ma'am. You want me as much as I want you."



Freaking fudge popsicle on a stick, he is telling the truth. The heat growing within you was growing unbearable but you were determined to keep your cool. "Don't call me ma-am."



He almost pouted as a naughty idea popped into his head. Let's see how you would react. "Yes, mistress~." He said to taunt you but the word sent a searing jolt through your nervous system.



"That's better." Face lifting to meet his, you whispered, "Wanna see how my fantasy played out?"



Steve though cutely embarrassed, nodded, "I would like that."







And that's how sometimes being a closet pervert could help you with your Captain. 




Agent 13, aka Sharon Carter, was sent by Nick Fury himself to deliver the next bout of orders to {First}. She expected her to automatically answer her apartment door at the first knock, as per usual, when she heard strange sounds coming from the room. Almost immediately she heard the deep groans of Steve. Sharon gasped, what was Steve doing here with her?



Little did Sharon know was that {First} heard her outrageously loud gasp. {First} knew Sharon had a crush on her man so in order to destroy any hopes of her trying to even attempt to take her man, {First} snapped her hips downward, smirking. Steve groaned and then skin started to slap.



Sharon was appalled to what she was hearing and then the next thing she heard was the most shocking. 



It was {First} yelling, "Beg Steve beg!"



"Yes, mistress!"



Upon hearing this, Sharon choked on her own saliva. What in the hell? Pink smeared across Agent 13's face. Did Steve's virginity get claimed by that domineering woman? And why was he begging?!



Feeling she was invading an 'intimate moment', Sharon wanted to leave. This was too much! She hastily dropped and slid the classified documents under {First}'s door, before running away embarrassed and bothered.