Summary: When you disobey a direct order, Steve wants you to know exactly who is in charge, or so he thinks. Word Count: 2,381 Warnings: Rough explicit sexual content, dom!reader, some dub!con I guess Author’s Note: Requested by @maaaaryx Could you write some Steve x Reader smut, maybe the reader got in trouble or disobeyed Steve and, well, Cap wants to punish her? – Sorry, there’s no real punishment here. GIF Credit
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You stormed off the quinjet, hands balled into fists at your side, muttering through your teeth. You were pissed… no, you were in a rage, and it was all because of Steve Rogers. He was calling after you, demanding that you stop your retreat, “Immediately, soldier.”
Everyone else in the hanger stopped what they were doing, their voices trailing off, their attention on you and Steve.
With your jaw clenched and murder in your eyes, you turned around. “I ain’t your fuckin’ soldier,” you spat at him.
Your blood was surging and if you weren’t careful, your powers were going to flare up and no one would be safe. You stormed out of the hanger and into the compound, the doors slamming behind you with a little too much oompf. Once inside your room, you let loose a shout of unadulterated rage that made the windows rattle, made the glass on your desk start shaking, made the still-lit bulb in your lamp explode.
God, you wanted to punch Steve in his perfect fucking face.
It was supposed to be a simple mission; sneak in, rescue the prisoner, and sneak out, but things didn’t go according to plan. The entire thing had been a set-up, and several members of the team almost paid for it with their lives. Had you not been with them, they would have, but Cap didn’t see it that way.
He said you were, “Careless for jumping into the fray like that. Could’a fuckin’ died!”
“But I didn’t,” you shouted in his face. “And neither did anybody else!”
“That’s not the point, Y/N,” Steve raged, his face red. “You defied a direct order.”
Bucky was facing his friend, hand on his heaving chest. “Ease off, punk.”
Steve’s eyes flashed as he shoved Bucky’s hand away. “You’d do best to listen to me, or else.”
“Oh, really?” you sassed, rolling your eyes. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“You’re fucking grounded,” Steve bellowed, that vein in his neck pulsing heavily, looking as if it were about to burst.
This face is what I see him giving before the kiss!
Steve’s jaw clenched once again before he snarled, “Fuck it,” and kissed you.
His tongue was in your mouth, his fists were in your hair, and he was kicking the door shut. Raw lust surged through your body, igniting everything it touched, and it sent you into Steve’s chest, your hands fumbling at the buckle on his waist, desperately wanting to see and touch every inch of his glorious body, wanting to see that dark blue stealth suit on your floor.
Oh, yes, Roarrry. That is the face I envisioned when I wrote it.
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