Warning: pure NSFW SMUT

Song: Desire (Slowed) - Hucci

Celeste's POV

Wanda pushed me into my bathroom, insisting I wash Felix's blood off me. I saw the darknesses in my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror, naked. Blood had reached up my arms, my face and even made it's way through my clothes.

I don't think I had ever been so angry at a person or even myself.

I turned the water in the shower on as hot as I could handle. I stepped in, feeling the burn of the water run over my hair and down my body. I looked at the floor to the shower, seeing the blood swirling down the drain.

After I'd washed every inch of my body, I got out and wrapped my towel around myself, leaving my hair to air dry. I walked into my room, pleased to see I was alone. I moved to the fridge, seeing the rest of my bottle of vodka sitting in the freezer compartment through the clear window.

"Fuck it."

I snatched the bottle out, taking out the cork and throwing my head back, swallowing the remainder of the bottle. After I finished that bottle, I found another in the back. I knew it wouldn't help. I knew it wouldn't actually make me not feel what I was currently feeling.

Anger.

Embarrassment.

Disappointment.

Sadness...

But a girl could dream.

I opened the next bottle, taking a few gulps from that too. I wanted to not feel the negative feelings anymore. Even just for a moment.

I jumped when I heard the door open and slam into the wall. I shot around to see an angry Steve.

"What the hell was that?!" He yelled, pulling the door back and slamming it closed, the painting on the wall rattling from the force.

"Steve, please... not now..." I begged him in a soft and tired voice.

"No, you don't get to do that. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Nothing good, I imagine". I sigh.

"Maria had to call NATO, they're most likely going to have to conduct an investigation. I shouldn't have let you come on the mission, you're clearly no- is that vodka?" He asks, cutting himself off.

"Yes it is." I answer, taking another mouthful. I see his eyes drop from the one I'm holding to my mouth to the two empty ones on the floor.

"How much have you had?"

"I only just opened this bottle."

"No... today?" I avoid eye contact in the attempt to avoid answering his question. "How much have you had today?"

"Not much."

"Don't you dare lie to me." He growled out.

I know I shouldn't have, but I felt myself twitch with excitement from the tone of his voice.

"Two."

"Two what? Two mouthfuls? Two glass-?"

"Bottles"

"Just now?" He asks in surprise. I look up into his eyes, seeing he had moved closer into the room towards me. I remain silent, knowing I can't say it out loud. "Today." He doesn't ask, he states it. "You drank before the mission."

"Yes."

The look on his face was pure shock, quickly morphing into anger.

"You have put yourself, and everyone on the team in danger." I feel my heart drop and the calm way he spoke. "You will be suspended from all missions until myself and the team as a whole see fit for you to come back."

"Okay."

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"There's not really much I can say, Steven."

"Wow." Steve scoffed.

"I can't get drunk, Steve. Like you, my metabolism burns it off faster than it can even enter my bloodstream."

"You've never said that before."

"I've only just found out..."

"You've been drinking since you found out. Since you found out about what happened to you? Haven't you?"

"Yes." I didn't see the point in not answering his questions. "I found myself trying to get drunk. I don't want to feel anything. But after the first couple of weeks, I could still feel. I didn't feel the affects of what alcohol tends to do. So I ran some tests. With the help of Dr. Cho, we found out that my metabolism is faster than the average human, and it burns it off like I said, before it can do anything to my body."

He stepped forward, closing the gap to be standing directly in front of me. Something changed in his eyes. The anger and disappointment was still there, but something like understanding was shining through.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, placing a hand on his chest, resulting in a small gasp from him. "I'm sorry that this is causing trouble. But I'm not sorry for doing what I did." Steve's eyes furrow slightly. "The past month... I've only been feeling like shit. Throwing that first punch-" I gasp, feeling a jolt of satisfaction rush through my chest. "I felt more alive than I have in weeks." I whisper, moving my hand up his muscled chest, to the hair on the back of his neck.

"Celeste..." he whispers in a warning like tone.

I card my fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck with one hand, feeling with my other the skin on his arm tighten into goosebumps. I move my head up, placing a soft kiss on his jaw, then trailing down his neck.

"I'm so angry with you." He exhales in a whisper. I can feel his rigid body tighten even more.

"Good...," I say, moving my lips to the shell of his ear to whisper, "you can use that..." I press my body closer to his, feeling his strong body and his hardening cock against my thigh. He roughly grabs my wrist that I was moving to his cheek, pulling back enough to look into my eyes.

"Celeste," His voice cracks from the lust, "what are you doing?"

"You know just what I'm doing, Steve."

His breath gets heavy.

"I don't think-"

"Don't think." I interrupt him. "Just do." I feel his grip on my wrist loosen. "I'm here... I'm willing... I want you just as much as you want me right now..." Steve groans as I move my other hand down to rub his hard dick in his pants. "I want you. I wanna feel you. I want you to make me feel."

He spins me around, pushing my back against the wall. I feel myself get wetter than I already was a moment ago. He slowly moves his eyes down, seeing my towel loosening where it was knotted above my breasts. He looked up to me, his eyes telling me he just realised it was the only thing covering my naked flesh.

He tightened his jaw, moving his hand to the knot, keeping his piercing eyes on mine. He roughly pulls the knot free. I gasped from a mix of the action and the burn on my skin from how fast the towel moved against my flesh. Steve looks down, seeing my breasts jostle from the action. When he meets my gaze again, I can see the desire in them.

I move my face forward, hoping to meet his lips in a kiss, but he jerks his head back. I instantly feel embarrassment and rejection creep it's way into my chest, before he slams his lips against mine. I'm initially shocked, but quickly open my lips to him, his tongue fucking into my mouth. I can't help but moan as he then sucks on my tongue, feeling my head getting dizzy from the lack of air. I pull my head back to take a breath, and Steve moves to suck the skin on my throat, knowing exactly how to drive me wild.

When he nips the skin on my throat with his teeth, I feel an electric spark shoot straight to my core, moaning in pleasure as I can't help but rub my thighs together to get some release. I reach between us, trying to loosen his belt. He pushes my hand away, making quick work of removing his pants. I begin to lift his shirt, seeing his muscles ripple and undulate from the movement of removing the item. Once it's removed, I reach my hand into his underwear, grasping and pulling out his thick cock, stroking the velvety smooth flesh.

Steve leans forward taking my face in his large hands and pulling me into a passionate kiss. When I run my thumb over his tip, he groans into my mouth, his hips bucking into me. I smile into the kiss, reaching my other hand to the elastic of his briefs, yanking them over his firm backside and down his strong legs. Steve moves his hands to my arse pulling me into him, before moving them to my thighs and pulling me up to wrap my legs around his waste. My hands quickly move to brace myself on his shoulders as he pushes my back into the wall.

The new position allows me to feel his hard cock rubbing against my wetness, brushing against my clit making me jerk from the pleasure. One hand moves back to the nape of his neck, grasping enough hair to force his face to look up to mine.

"Use your anger, Steve." I breath out.

He reaches a hand down between us, brushing against me on the way to grasping his cock. He then moves it from my wet hole up to my bundle of nerves and back again, spreading my juices around. I lean in to kiss him again which he returns as I feel his tip press against my entrance. Once he lined himself up, his hips snap forward, burying his cock deep inside me.

"Fuck!" I gasp out, feeling the sweet burn from the stretch his cock creates.

Our heavy breathes are mixing together as our foreheads lean against one another. We each move to kiss each other again before he pulls out of me, then slams back in. I throw my head back, moaning out in pleasure as he begins to piston in and out of me.

"Is this what you want?" He grunts, breathing heavily as he continues to move in and out of me at a punishing pace. "You want my cock filling you up? Hey!" I feel the sting of his hand on my arse as he slaps me when I don't respond, halting all movement. "Answer me, baby girl!"

"Yes!" I scream out, flexing my hips forward in an attempt to get him to move again.

"You gonna answer me from now on?"

"Yes, Steve. Just fuck me! Please!"

He begins to move again, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room.

"Grab my hair." Steve orders. I do, pulling his head back sharply, so I can look into his eyes. They're black with lust as I can feel them staring straight into my soul.

My lips meet his again and I pull his bottom lip into my mouth before I bite it, causing his hips to stutter, making his pelvis grind right into my clit. I inhale sharply from the pleasure it causes. When he gets his rhythm back, I find my hands reaching behind his back, my nails scratching into his tight skin.

"Shit...!" He moans out loud. I make an effort to try to move my hips in rhythm with his, adding a grind when they meet. "Keep doing that." He orders. I begin to feel the fire in my lower abdomen.

"Faster, Steve. I'm so close!" He halts his movements completely. "What are you doing?!"

"You're not getting off that easily." He pulls us away from the wall, turning around and carrying me to my bed.

I keen when he pulls out of me, but it's quickly covered up by a squeal as he throws me onto the mattress. I look up at his glorious, sweaty body towering over me, chest heaving from exertion. The look in his eyes should have scared me, but I could feel myself clench from how hot he looked right now.

He reaches a hand down to my left knee, flicking his strong wrist, forcing my body to flip so I was now laying on my stomach. I quickly felt his chest against my back, his arms landing either side of me, caging me beneath him. His knee nudged my right leg out, allowing him to slip between my thighs. I feel his hand reach in front of my left hip, pulling my arse into the air towards him, the cool air hitting my sex, making me hiss from the sensation. As his hand slaps my arse once again, I can't help but move my body back into him, feeling his glorious cock hit my clit in just the right way, making me gasp aloud.

"Steve, please!" I beg.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me, Steve, please! I wanna feel you inside me."

He grips my hips, slamming his cock into me again, making me croon. His hips are slapping against me at an unbelievable pace, and I feel my climax building again as he continues to fuck me. I move my hand under me, reaching for the spot between my legs. Steve must notice this, as his arm reaches around my chest pulling me up onto my knees, pressing my back against his chest.

"Don't even think about it." He growls out, causing my walls to clench around him.

With my back pressed against his chest, it made it easier for him to grip my breasts, squeezing them tightly. I can't help my moans, feeling my pussy clench tightly around Steve's cock.

"Fuck...!" He grunts, moving his hips impossibly faster, biting into the space between my neck and shoulder. His hand reaches around to my jaw, turning my face toward his and pulling me into a kiss.

I was so close, and Steve could feel it. His other hand reaches down my front, finding my clit and starts rubbing in tight circles, matching the pace of his hips.

"You cum when I say." He orders in his Captain voice. I can only nod in response.

The sound of our skin slapping, our moans, and the smell of our sweat and sex in the air around us only helped push me further into my impending climax.

After a while, I stutter out, "St-Steve..."

"Yeah? You close?" He grunts.

"I can't hold it much longer, please...!" I mewl.

After three more thrusts; in, out, in, out, in and finally out, "Cum now!" He orders me.

And I do.

I can't help but scream out my pleasure, my vision turning white. I faintly feel Steve coating my insides with his cum, and his hands tightening even more around my body, pulling me tighter into him. He continues to fuck me through our joint orgasms, my body spasming from my climax.

Once I come back down from my high, I notice I'm lying on my front, my face turned to the side in my pillow with Steve still inside me, his heavy breaths on my neck. I can feel my body getting sticky from our drying sweat mixing together.

We lay there for a moment, before Steve's weight begins to make it difficult to breath.

"Mmm, Steve...?" I moan out, moving my hips sideways slightly.

I notice his dick twitch once again inside me, feeling it getting harder once again.

"Just a moment." He huffs out, exhausted, as his hand moves to sit on my hip halting my movement.

I can't help it, I have to test the boundary. So I wiggle my hips a bit more.

"Celeste..." He grinds out in a warning, his hand tightening its grip on my hip.

I then lift my hips up, pushing my arse back up into him as best I can with his heavy body on me.

"You never listen." He groans, his hand tightening even more to the point I know I'll have bruises on my skin.

Before I realise it, his hand is grubbing my hair and yanking my head back, his body moving off me before he pulls his dick out, and then slams it back into me. I don't even register that I scream slightly from the action due to my surprise, but soon moan loudly.

"You like disobeying your superior?" He grunts, starting a rhythm with his hips slamming in and out of me. I'm still in shock, so I can't answer him with anything more than my own gasps and moans. "Yeah, you do. Let me see if this will change anything."

He was pulling my hair back, but quickly forced my head back down into the pillow, turning my face so I can still breath, and I see him out of the corner of my eye. I reached a hand back trying to grab onto his thigh, but he slaps it away. Halting his movements, he manipulated my arms to reach above my head, trapping my wrists within one hand. His other moved back to the top of my back, ensuring my body would remain down on the mattress.

He started up a punishing pace once again. Moving in and out of me so fast the wet noises from my dripping cunt filling the room. This had became more than just feeling anything now, but more animalistic, with the sole purpose of getting off and Steve trying to teach me a lesson. What exactly it was, I don't know. But I do know it was exactly what I needed.

I can feel my cunt getting tighter the closer my climax was getting, so tight that Steve started to falter in his movements.

"You better hold out, Celeste, I haven't said you can come yet!"

"Yes, Sir." I grunt out, doing what I can to not let myself cum, not realising what I said.

"Oh fuck!" He yells. "Doll, say it again."

"Say what?" I moan, my mind becoming foggy.

"Sir. Right now, you call me Sir!"

"Yes, Sir." He moans loudly in response. "Sir... please... I can't hold out much longer." I whine out. "Sir...!"

"Okay, cum!"

I scream out in pleasure, feeling my orgasm rip through me, and Steve pull himself out. I faintly feel spurts of hot liquid on my back, Steve grunting as he cums as well.

As soon as I come down from my high, I feel my vision coming back, my breaths puffing out of me and moving the hair that had fallen over my face. Steve soon drops his back into the bed beside me, eyes focusing on the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. We stay this way for a moment as our breathing slows.

"Steve?" I whisper looking at him.

"Yeah?" He answers, eyes remaining in the ceiling.

"Thankyou." I see his eyes squint in response. "Steve, look at me." He doesn't. "Steve, please."

He swallows, then he turns to look at me. I can't identify exactly what it is in his eyes, but it looks something like confusion.

"I needed that, Steve."

"Hmm... yeah..." he turns away.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" He looks at me again, confusion definitely on his face now.

"I just... I used you in a way. That's not... that's not what we are..."

"I think I just did the same thing, Celeste..." I make to move closer to him. "Wait. Stay there." He gets up, moving to my bathroom.

Lying on my front still, I can only hear the water running. Before I know it he's returned and I feel a wet cloth wiping down my back.

Oh yeah, that...

"Thanks." I say again as he joins me in bed again.

"I've never... I've never done something like that."

I can see his face screw up in disgust with himself.

"Steve, no. I know what you're thinking." I push myself onto my arms, moving so the top half of my body was over his, arms on either side of his torso. "You didn't do anything I didn't like. If I didn't want it, you know I would have said so."

"Celeste, I-"

"No, you know I am powerful enough to have gotten you off me. Steve, I really liked it. All of it. I wanted you to make me feel something else. And that's exactly what you did."

We look into each others eyes. He lifts his hand to caress my face.

"Okay." He whispers.

"Good." I respond, closing the gap and gently kissing his soft lips.

"You're still suspended." He says after we break apart.

"I didn't expect that to change."

"I'm still angry."

"I didn't expect that to change either." I smile softly at him.

"Good." He pecks my lips again.

"I think I need another shower..." I say after a moment of silence.

"Probably not a bad idea..." he says, running his hand over my lower back.