This is a request for Dashyspegrime. I know that you wanted a part where Tony teased Steve, but I thought that it would distract from the most important part, which is Steve and reader being together. So, I hope that you will forgive me. This is SMU, or I suppose my version of it. I hope you all enjoy.

(Y/n) hummed wearily as the hot water raced down her naked flesh. A river of refreshing liquid running down her face and in between her breasts as she attempted to immerse herself in the torrent of drops that streamed from the shower head. She had tried everything since he had had to go on the latest mission. Everything she could to take her mind off him. To take her mind off the taste and smell of him. To stop herself from thinking about his naked body pressed up against hers. His strong arms wrapped around her. To try and forget how much she missed the feel of him inside her. The exquisite noises he would make as the pair of them worshipped one another's bodies.

Damn you Steve Rogers for being so perfect. Damn you for making her need you so much. Damn you Hydra for forcing him to have to go on yet another mission. And damn you Stark for insisting that she was needed in New York, rather than on the mission.

(Y/n) knew that there was no opportunity for love on a mission. In fact, it was the last thing that you ever thought about when you were being shot at by enemy agents. Feeling as though your life could end at any moment. But just to be near him would be enough. To see his face. To know that he was safe and coming home, would have been all she needed. But instead, here she was, frustrated, unhappy, and concerned. They were due back in three days. Three whole damn days. That was seventy one hours, thirty three minutes, and...........fifteen seconds away, and (Y/n) wasn't sure that she could last even one second of that, without losing her mind.

Everything seemed to make her need worse. Tony appeared to mention Steve's name every few moments. Like the billionaire knew that her body was aching for that of her lovers. And was doing it just to torture her. Exercise didn't help. Her thoughts drifting to Steve in his tight shorts every time she tried to do something. The image of the sweat glistening on the skin of his naked back as he punched the bag, making her insides twist and turn in the most terrible way. Cold showers had just annoyed her, making her wish that her super soldier was there to warm her up. She had tried to read. Yet every time she did, the dashing hero would become Steve. The Captain, appearing in her minds eye, like Mister Darcy emerging from the lake. His wet white shirt now see through and sticking to his flesh. The touch of her own hands and fingers, nothing compared to the gentle, yet passionate touch of her lover, despite her mind picturing him sweaty and breathless. His body resting between her legs as he looked down at her, lovingly. His muscles moving hypnotically, like those of some great cat, stalking its prey.

Suddenly she gasped. The feel of a familiar toned chest pressed up against her back. His arms holding her tight, as a pair of soft lips kissed her neck.

"Did you miss me?" He cooed softly. (Y/n) biting her bottom lip and trying not to moan as his large hands began to caress her form. Her body bucking as he took her breast in his palm. His fingers pinching and rubbing as her hardened nipple.

"Me. Miss you? Why would I do that?" (Y/n) sighed. Her own hands slipping down his large thighs. It obvious that Steve had most definitely missed her. The super soldier unable to stop himself from rubbing up against the cheeks of his girl's backside.

"Well, if you haven't missed me, I might as well go away again." Steve hummed, pretending to move away. A large smile spreading across his lips, as (Y/n) grabbed his wrist and pulled him back behind her. His strong body pushing her up against the cool tiles. The hot water doing little to dampen the lover's ardours, as Steve bit softly into (Y/n)'s shoulder. The old soldier not sure how much longer he could deny himself the one thing that he had wanted since he had had to leave.

"I have missed you. I just didn't want you getting a big head if I told you how much I truly had missed you. How much I've thought about you. How I've dreamed, awake and asleep, about just this thing. About you taking me. About you doing all those wonderfully sinful things that you know how to do. About you making me moan. Making me confess all my deepest, darkest desires as you show me what it is to be loved. Making me scream your name and beg you not to stop as we cum together." (Y/n) confessed. Her heart beating faster. Her stomach bursting into a thousand fireworks as she felt Steve move his hand between her legs. Her womanhood twitching. Screaming for more as his finger caressed her. A low moan coming from the super soldier himself, as his fingers found their warm, wet, wanton home. Every time he left, he felt as though he would never experience this again. So, each time he returned, he found it impossible to not give in to the primeval need to take what was his.

"Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you, (Y/n)? Would you like to know that I am going to continue to pleasure you with my fingers until you beg for me to make you cum. Then I'm going to have you kneel before me. Have you take me into your mouth. To lick and suck until I can't take anymore. Then, I'll bend you over, and thrust into you over and over again until you scream. Until you plead for me to allow you to release. Until you moan my name for all of the compound to hear. And then, and only then will we both cum." Steve growled seductively into (Y/n)'s ear. The breath catching in his throat as she took him firmly in her hand. Her palm and fingers moving effortlessly up and down the shaft, as she already knew that she needed to beg him for more than the two stiff fingers that were inside her. The feel of him, already making her weak at the knees and her mind foggy with lust and passion as her lover nipped and licked at her flesh.

To anyone else, this would not seem like Steve. To the outside world he appeared straight laced, proper. So, boy next door. No one would believe that under that red, white, and blue outfit beat a passionate heart. Lay a man that knew just what he needed. A man that wanted to give as much pleasure as he received. And with (Y/n) he was able to do that. To be that. To not have to hide. She was everything he wanted. Desired, Needed. And he was never going to lose her.

"I love you, (Y/n)." Steve groaned, as (Y/n) placed his rock hard cock between her legs. The super soldier sure that he would cum there and then as he ground himself against her form. Wishing that this moment. This night, never had to end.

"I love you too, Steve. Now, make me scream, baby." (Y/n) replied. Praying that the world wouldn't need her lover again, too soon.