Captain America Underwear (Jack Rollins X Reader)

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 Jack Rollins was a real stiff when you first met him, and, you joke with him, not in a good way. He was all about order and orders, but eventually with you, he loosened up. He was a soldier, through and through, but that was one of the things you found most endearing about him. When you told him you were going to Target to pick up some things, he just nodded once, offering you the barest trace of a smile, and told you to 'pick up something sexy just for him'. Now you'd returned to the little place you share with Jack and are trying not to laugh at the contents of one of your bags. Yes, "Sexy" panties for Jack turned out to be spangly Captain America underwear. Yes you intended to wear them in bed. Yes Rollins was going to be pissed. Was it worth it? Hell yes. You slip in to your room, watching as Jack presses his lips into a thin line and follows your form with his eyes. You close the door, slide in to the panties and one of his black tee shirts, and go out to him, your other clothes and goodies forgotten for the time being.  Jack is just outside the door when you open it and he immediately picks you up and lets you wrap your legs around his waist. He's tall, and gorgeous as sin. You loved his little scar on his chin that added to the whole "Bad Boy" aesthetic. You press your lips against his and he pushes you against the wall just beside the door to your room.
 "Jack..." You manage to get out, stroking his hair which was combed neatly to the side. He continues to kiss you, moving his lips from yours to your neck. He lets out a hot breath against your throat.
 "(Name)," He smirks, "I love you."
 "Take me." You goad, and he kicks open the door to your room. You hear the satisfying sound of splintering wood as the door comes partially off the hinges. He throws you down on the bed, sliding his shirt up and off of you. He feels the edge of the panties at your hip and smirks. You smirk right back. You wait for him to look. He does. He has to do a double take when he sees the blue printed words. He takes one of his huge hands and clutches the material, ripping it down the side as if they were wet tissue, throwing the ruined garment on the floor, and proceeds to ravish you.

 Afterwards, you roll over in his arms, pressing your nose against his bare chest. He's panting slightly, and stroking your hair.
 "Are you mad, Jack?" You ask, sitting up slightly to look at him. He smirks.
 "Pull that shit again and I will be." He replies, "Cap underwear? Really?"
 "I thought it was funny." You shrug. He rolls his eyes, grabbing your chin roughly and pressing his lips to yours.
 "Yeah but the day Cap gets to be on you is the day I use my licence to kill." He gets up, grabs the Cap panties, and tosses them in the garbage. "You're mine, doll." And the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine as he stalks over to you, wonderful intent in his green hues.