#Silverfox!artist!Steve Rogers x reader

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Hi, could you circle back to Alpha Mechanic Curtis? Also revisit Silverfox Alpha Steve and his art gallery mate?

“Coniglietta,” Steve’s thick and husky voice cut through the silence with strength as he raised his glass and drew all attention to himself, “my darling omega…”

Heat bloomed in your belly when eyes had landed on you, when attention had been drawn from your fiancé to yourself had rendered you a little speechless. The night was planned immaculately, paired with Steve’s engagement gift of his newest piece in your honour that had been sold for a quarter of a million dollars in which the money was to be donated to charity,

He had planned it all from inviting all your closest friends, making sure Jess was settled and snuggled with Sam, and your parents had checked into their suite before being escorted to the venue.

It was perfect, a breathtaking spectacle to honour your love story.

“I want to thank you all for coming to our engagement party to help us celebrate the next step in our relationship. My darling coniglietta, my muse and omega isn’t just my inspiration but she is the light of life.” Steve spoke with upmost honesty and truth, endlessly and endearingly comparing you to the best portion of his life without every going overboard.

“I won’t keep you with a long speech, we want you to have fun. Eat, drink and be merry, but first a toast to my girl.” Steve raised his glass and others were quick to join him, raising their own drinks as you were toasted upon Steve’s request.

It wasn’t half a minute later that he’d finished his drink and started to walk toward you, slowly and casually as if he wasn’t just undressing you with his eyes. Upon meeting you near the bar, Steve’s first move was to stoop low and kiss your cheek, electricity sparking through the contact made between you and himself.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, darling.” Steve slipped a hand around your waist to the small of your back, his lips trailing along your cheek to your jaw as he nibbled lightly on your flesh. “We can call it early if we want.”

“Steve,” you drew your hands up his chest and further, fingertips curling against his neck while you searched his eyes with your own, “you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“Yes I did,” he hummed into your ear and slowly leaned back at the sound of a voice clearing, “but I promise your mother I wouldn’t steal you too soon.”

“Thank you,” she smiled warmly at Steve and joined your side, “there’s so few men like you, so few good alphas-“

“Mom,” you whined and felt heat warm your belly, yet again, as Steve’s gaze boldened, “stop please-”

“Be good, coniglietta.” Steve kissed the back of your hand before he bid his goodbye, winking at you over his shoulder.