Still feeling like shit

Sitting on the bathroom, I stare numbly at the floor.

I don't belong here. I'm not like them. I'm not special.

"Miss Foster, the team has returned from their mission," FRIDAY says over the com system.

I get to my feet and look in the mirror, making myself look presentable. He'll be walking through that door any minute, can't have the golden boy's girlfriend being down.

Input on a smile and walk into the room, sitting on the bed while I wait. The door opens and he walks through, bright smile on my face as he spots me.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, closing the door behind him and setting his helmet on the small coffee table, "miss me?"

I get up from the bed and run to him, jumping into his arms and clinging to him.

"Of course I missed you," I peck his lips.

He looks at me, observing my smile and my eyes and his brow furrows just a bit, concern swimming in his eye.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lie.

"Baby?" He gives me a look.

"I'm fine," I try to be convincing.

"If you don't wanna tell me, that's fine," he removes my arms from around his neck and looks at my inner wrists, "just promise me you didn't do anything."

My smile falls as I look at his worried face.

"I promise I didn't."

"Good," he breathes, cupping my cheek in one of my large hands.

I lean into his touch and a real smile graces my face. It's small and a bit sad, but it's there.

"Alright, I'm going to shower and I'll be right back out, okay?" He says.

I nod and get a small idea.

I go around him and start to undo the zipper on the back of his suit slowly.

"I can take it off myself," he says but doesn't move to stop me.

"I know," I place a soft kiss on the exposed skin and I feel him shudder a bit.

I finish the zipper and run my hands up his back and move to his shoulders, slipping the fabric away from his body.

He helps me get it off of his arms as he turns to face me.

My hands roam his chest as he pull me to him.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you, too."

Our lips connect is a slow, soft kiss as he presses me harder to his body. His hands go beneath my shirt, lifting it gracefully over my head. Having nothing on underneath, my breast are on full display for him.

He leans down and picks me up by my thighs, carrying me to the bathroom as he kisses my neck.

He sets me on the counter, sliding the rest of his uniform off and placing himself between my legs.

I can feel his hardening length against my core and reach for it, stroking him and bringing him to his full glory.

He removes my hand and takes both my wrists into one hand, pinning them against the mirror, making me lean back.

He kisses down my neck and to my chest, sucking on each breast in turn as he grinds his hips into mine. His other hand caresses my curves before settling on my hip as his tip pushes into me.

I moan as he slowly fills me, knowing exactly what I need right now.
To feel wanted.
To feel loved.

His thrusts are slow and steady, bringing us both to our climaxes in a sensually elated slow burn.

"Steve," I moan breathily as he begins to circle my clit with his thumb in time with his thrusts.

"I love you so much, y/n," he whispers, "please don't ever for get that."

A single tear falls from my eye at his words as I nod.

"Never."

We continue like this, wrapped in our own world of euphoria, for several long minutes, the only sound being our breathy moans, soft kisses and the wet glide of his thrusts.

"Steve I'm gonna cum," I gasp feeling close to the edge.

"Cum with me, Sweetheart," he groans lightly, adding more pressure to my clit.

I tighten around him, back arching slightly, as his thrusts come to a halt. I cum, body shaking in small tremors as I feel him fill me.

"I love you," I whisper as he releases my hands to allow my to wrap them around his neck.

"To the end of time and back again," he breathes against my lips before pressing a gently kiss there.

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Yay! Depression!
First time writing a depression smut