The Demigod From Asgard - A Steve Rogers x Reader Story

Chapter 70: It's all a bit too much

Steve grins, his hands moving to the back of your legs. He moves you, laying you down on the couch. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he kisses you deeply. His hands travel over your body exploring you as if it was the first time.

Your hands move down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt before pushing it off. He pulls back enough to pull your vest up over your head, before quickly pulling your shorts and panties off together. He tentatively runs his fingers over your core making you gasp and arch your back.

"Stop worrying and get on it," you tell him making him chuckle.

"Not a problem princess" he smirks, his fingers finding your clit adding pressure.

You let out a long moan as he ran his fingers over you, collecting your slick before slowly pushing inside you. You grasp hold of his back tightly as he trusts his fingers inside you. The itch you've been craving for days now is finally being scratched. But it wasn't enough, you needed more.

"Stevie- I- I love the foreplay- but fuck- I need you inside me right now" you pant cupping his cheeks, crashing his lips down to yours.

"You don't have to ask me twice" Steve smirks moving to push his jeans and boxers off, your hands moving to join his.

Once freed your fingers wrap around his member slowly pumping it. Steve groans dropping his head, and pressing his forehead against yours. He hadn't realised how much he missed your touch, how much he craved it.

You shift underneath him, guiding him towards your entrance. As soon as he felt the sensation of your core against him, Steve didn't resist the urge to press into you. The both of you trying and failing to hold back your moans.

He slowly began to thrust into you, gradually picking up the pace. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and curses. Neither of you lasted long, not that you minded.

Steve shifted the two of you so that you were lying on top of him. Your head resting on his chest, his hand running over up and down your back. You could feel yourself falling asleep on Steve's chest but just as your eyes closed JJ started crying.

"Fucking colic" Steve groans making you chuckle.

"I'll go" you sigh pushing yourself off him.

Steve watches as you grab his shirt slipping it on and buttoning up just a couple of buttons to keep it shut. You smile down at him as you catch him staring. You bend over kissing him gently before heading into the bedroom.

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Guilty. That's all Steve felt. Guilt. He wished he could say he didn't know how it happened. But he did. He knew exactly how he ended up in this situation.

3 months ago Nat had asked him to help on a mission. Sam was injured and Wanda was away so he couldn't not help out. He felt guilty about leaving you with 4 month old JJ but if he was in any other line of work he'd be back working already.

He was expecting to hate being away from you and JJ. But he didn't and he hated that. He was back to doing something he was good at and it filled him with a sense of relief and calm. Especially since he still didn't feel like he knew what he was doing as a dad. As soon as he thought he got a grip on it something would change, throwing him a curveball.

He told himself that it would be the only mission he'd do, but he couldn't help himself. For the next 3 months, Steve took every opportunity to go on a mission. Even if they could cope without him. But on every mission, he felt guilty. Guilty that he was leaving you alone.

It was the evening when he got home from yet another mission. He paused outside the apartment door taking a deep breath before heading inside. Telling himself that he'd make it up to you.