Steve comes back from an undercover mission where he couldn’t shave. The reader is excited to experience the extra pleasure it brings.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, uniform kink (?), dirty talk, teasing, open ending
Word Count: ~1460
Note: Felt the need for Steve. I’m still trying to work on my dirty talk, so please let me know if I’m doing okay (or if I’m improving if you’ve read my other stuff.) Leve me a comment or a note if you reblog. Likes are great too. Let me know if you’ve got an idea for a fic, or if you would like to be added to a tag list. Now please enjoy!
The clock couldn’t tick fast enough. You were practically bouncing on your heels watching the seconds and minutes creep by until Steve would be home.
Three months.
Three months undercover on the other side of the world. No communication. No intel coming in until the end of the mission. No time for pleasantries when it did. It was a success, of course, but then came the extra few days to wrap everything up, and the paperwork to do at the local base, and then the long flight back to the tower.
You knew he would be tired. You worried that something might have happened and stirred up old hurts. You feared the nightmares that might come, waking you both up with his cold sweats and shouts in the darkness.
But you also looked forward to working out post-mission adrenaline.
Finally, you heard the tell-tale sound of the crew filing out of the garage. Tony was proudly talking about some invention of his that had worked “perfectly.”
“Yes. Right up to where it blew up in our faces.” Barton scurried past you towards the kitchen. “Sweet chocolate chip cookies and good coffee, how I’ve missed you.”
You chuckled and stood on your tip toes looking for Steve. Your eyes glanced right over him at first before landing on the new addition to his face.
“How’d this come to be?” You grinned and walked over to run your hand over the rough growth. Mentally, you took note to the arousal blossoming within you.
Steve leaned into your hand and pulled you close. “I’ve got a face that kinda sticks out. It wasn’t the best plan to wear glasses all the time. Tony suggested that I grow it out.”
He steadied you as you stood on your tip toes. “Don’t tell him,” you whispered in his ear, “but he’s a genius.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that secret,” he laughed.
“What secret?” Tony asked poking his head around the corner.
“Nothing,” you both replied in unison. After Tony went his own way you gave Steve’s scruff a slight tug, grinning wickedly as his slight groan.
“I bet this will feel good.”
Steve looked down at you quizzically. His eyes glittered and darkened as he placed his hand over yours still resting on his face. “I bet it will.” You shrieked as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. It was next to yours, but you spent more time in his than your own.
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