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Lessons.

Steve Rogers x Reader

I did the thing.

Summary: Steve is having issues with his girlfriend and asks Bucky and Sam for advice. Reader over hears and suggests that he tries going down on her.

Warnings: 18+ only!!!!, This my first fic so if it’s bad, I’m sorry, smutty smut, don’t read if your not supposed to!!!

This heat wave was killer. Y/N was currently sunbathing at the Avengers residential pool area. If this sun was being this brutal, the least it could do was give her a tan. After a while though it became unbearable and she decided to go scavenge for some ice cream in the common room kitchen. She threw on her favorite tank top and shorts and made her way down the hall but three familiar voices stopped her in her tracks. She knew she shouldn’t ease drop but the moment she heard that women’s name come out of her beloved Steve’s mouth, she couldn’t stop herself.

“I’m being serious punk, I don’t know what to do about Sharron anymore.” Steven said. Bucky chuckled in a teasing way.

“Look pal, just try talking to her like an adult.” He said

“You’re both grown, you can figure it out, even if she is being a brat about it.” Sam said.

“That’s my exact point, she will not listen too me. I tell her one thing and she does the complete opposite. It’s frustrating.” Steve exasperated.

This earned a smile from Y/N. It was wrong but she was happy that things were trouble in paradise. The secret truth was that she was jealous of Sharron. She became everything Y/N wanted to be. To be with Steve. Ever since Captain America himself rescued her from a group of mad scientist that were experimenting on her since her capture, she became eternally grateful. In her mind she thought very little of herself. That she was a monster and she could never have a family. She was incapable of love. But Steve, Steve showed her that despite her mutations she was worthy of happiness, she was worthy of love. Over the years Steve helped her out of her fears, nightmares, and out of her shell. And once she came out of it, her beautifully, funny, charismatic, kind, and strong personality shined through. Steve admired her for that. The fact that she had been through so much and became such a powerful women because of those things was spectacular in his eyes. He loved her in ways he didn’t understand. Throughout the years they both wound up leaning on each other for support more than anyone else in their lives. Y/N stayed up late with Steve when he would have his nightmares and Steve showed Y/N that she was worthy. And because of there incredibly intimate bond, Y/N’s heart shattered to pieces at the news of Steve and Sharron. They’ve been dating for about a year now. Although it hurt her, all Y/N ever wanted was for Steve to be happy, if anyone deserved that, it was him. Which is why it pained her to say what she was about to say next.

“Why don’t you try going down on her?” She said reaching for her favorite ice cream pint in the freezer. Steve head snapped up at her and his face began flushing red. Steve wasn’t one to talk about sex so openly. Y/N smirked and dug in the spoon drawer, pulling out a spoon.

“Look all I’m saying is that when a women is acting like a brat and refuses to listen it usually means she wants some release or she just needs it.” She said diving in for the cold treat.

Steve observed her actions and Bucky and Sam couldn’t stop smiling.

“Y/N has a point, she could just need a little tongue action” Bucky snickered as she put the spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“Can you guys stop talking about this, I don’t think that’s what she needs...I’m pretty-I’m pretty...decent. In that-ahem* area.” Steve struggled to get out. Face as red as a tomato at this point. His three friends began laughing .

“Oh Stevie, it’s okay, I’m pretty sure men from your time never participated in that kind of play, I can teach you if you’d like.” She flirted walking behind where he was seated and dragging a finger across his shoulders as she walked by to sit next to him. He shuddered and his mind suddenly filled with explicit thoughts.

“Doll please stop, this is humiliating.” Steve sighed. Y/N gave him a smile and a wink, spoon still in her mouth.

“Nah, punk, I think you need the advice from a women herself, me and Sam will leave you to it, Arsenal.” You smiled at the nickname the Avengers had gifted you way back when. You see, part of your mutation involved being able to use any type of weaponry like an expert, all you had to do was look at it and your brain did the rest. While on a mission, you were assigned to be a sniper along with Bucky, and you complained about the sight on the weapon saying “This stupid thing is getting in my damn way.” Which then led to you breaking it off and effortlessly shooting your target from over 3,000 yards away. It was safe to say that Bucky has never challenged you with a sniper since that day. Soon after on other missions you were in circumstances where you had to use many other weapons, including your fellow avengers’, Clint’s arrows, Natashas guns, one time while down on your luck on a mission in Japan, you had to use katanas. You are also known for snatching weapons off enemies hands and pulling them apart in seconds. Soon after all of this you were dubbed Arsenal, for your incredible knowledge of weapons. The nickname stuck so much through the Avengers and the media that you now use it as an alias for your last name, you never had a true last name. Being an orphan until you enlisted. So you gave yourself the last name your one true family gave you. Y/N Arsenal.

(Back to your regularly scheduled reading)

“Okay so the first step-“ Y/N began

“Doll, please-“

“Well damn, if you’re more of a hands on learner.”

“DOLL.” His eyes widened and he blushed even harder if that was even possible.

“Okay okay, but seriously what’s wrong? I thought you and Sharon were happy.” She asked. Steve sighed and looked down at his hands and then looked up at you with those baby blues. He looked so sad and

Y/N had the urge to just give him a hug and tell him everything is going to be okay

“We are it’s just, I don’t want-“ He was cut off by, speaking of the devil.

“Are we going to talk about us or not.” Sharron said to Steve while eyeing you.

“Well that’s my que to leave, goodbye.” You said getting up as quickly as possible. You rushed straight to your room with your half eaten pint of ice cream. Your room was right next to Steve’s. Which meant you could hear the couple arguing but you couldn’t make out what they were saying, they were yelling at each other for quite sometime, you stopped trying to make out the words until you heard your name. Before you could react, Sharron and Steve came bursting into your room. Sharron angry as hell dropped what looked like a bunch of sketch books onto your bed.

“Look at them.” She demanded. You looked at her confused and picked one up. You studied each sketch and were taken aback, each sketch was of you. Page after page after page. You looked up at Steve who didn’t have the courage to face you.

“Every. Single. One. You can have him, because he obviously doesn’t want me anymore.” Sharron said and stormed out. She slammed the door behind her.

You the first to break the silence. You handed him his sketch books.

“Here.”

“You’re not going to ask me what happened?”

“You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

He pulled you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him. Once apart you led him to your sofa.

“I’ve been trying to break up with Sharron for a long time but for some reason, she couldn’t take the hint, or she just wouldn’t listen too me, I even told her that I had feelings for y— uh, someone else, but even that didn’t work.” He spoke slowly.

You started putting the pieces together..and your heart grew three sizes that day.

“So you showed her the sketchings of the women you caught feelings for.” You smirked teasing him. He looked at you, studying you waiting for a response.

“So who’s the girl you keep drawing?” You asked acting aloof. He looked at you like ‘Really?’

“There of you.” He said with a ‘duh’ tone

You laughed. “What? I can’t hear you, there of who?” You looked into his eyes and suddenly something changed. Those Crystal blues turned navy blue. He looked at you up and down. An idea popped into his head. What was your advice about girls who don’t listen and act like brats? What do they need? He watched you walk to your little microwave area the sway of your hips tempting him even more and he waited. He waited for some sort of signal of consent. He wasn’t going to touch you until he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Well, if I’m honest I think you should tell her how you feel.” You turned around slowly and bit your lip. His eyes instantly meeting yours. You leaned against your counter arms crossed under your breast to give them a little lift. He noticed. He always notices.

“She might, feel the exact same way.” You said as innocently as possible, although the thoughts in your head was anything but that. That was all he needed he stood up and practically lunged towards you, hands diving straight for the back of your legs to spread them and prop you on the counter. His lips met yours and he kissed you like he’d never been kissed before. You could feel his hard member against your wetness and you could’ve came right there with the way he was kissing you. Hungry, and he was, he was desperately hungry for you. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged slightly, letting a moan slip out of his throat. You broke apart, forehead to forehead, his hands kneading your backside.

“What was that you said sweetheart, I’m a hands on learner? Are you still willing to teach me?” He asked out of breath. All you could respond with was a moan. He went for your neck and his hand sunk up into your shirt.

“No bra? Naughty girl.” He said in a low raspy voice. He continued his assault on your neck and kneaded at your breast. Placing your tender nipple between his fingers. This touch was amazing the dopamine levels going of and he felt amazing. But he needed more. Unable to control himself around you, he ripped your tank top. You looked at him somewhat angry. That was your favorite tank top.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He smiled and in seconds his mouth was on your other breast, sucking, licking, nibbling. Fuck you needed him to go lower. You were so close already and he wasn’t anywhere near where you desperately needed him.

“Captain I’m so close.” You moaned. And Steve wanted you to come but not like this. He had to taste you, he had to show you that men of his time did play this way and he was damn good at it. He released your breast and kissed down lower and lower, in one swift motion he took off your shorts, underwear along with it. You got shy all of sudden and shut your legs. He looked up at you and spread your legs apart. He kissed your thigh.

“You’re gorgeous doll.” He said running his hands up and down your legs.

Slowly he kissed both your thighs getting closer and closer to where you were practically dripping for him. He swiped up once and you gasped the sensation taking over your entire body, he looked at your lustful eyes.

“I’m sorry doll, but I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

You looked at him confused but before you could respond he was eating you out as if you tasted like heaven on earth. And to Steve you did. He licked at your sweet juices, focusing on your little bundle of nerves and you were a moaning mess for him. You slipped out a few Captain’s and Sir’s and fuck did those almost make Steve cum. The coil in your belly wound up with every lick, every suck, he was too damn good at this. Way too good. You were a moaning mess and finally.

“Fuck, Cap-Steve, I’m going to.”

He added a finger.

“Cum for me baby, let me feel it, let it go sweetheart” he cooed and the coil snapped. You wrapped your legs around Steve’s head and began shaking from your orgasm. Once you finally came down, Steve carried you over to your bed and gently laid you down. He gave you one sweet kiss and laid beside you.

“So I guess you didn’t need those lessons after all.” You said tired. He chuckled and brought you to his chest.

“How long?” You asked looking at him. He looked down at you.

“Doll I fell in love with you the night I saved you from that lab, I just didn’t know what the feeling was until the first night you stayed up with me because of my nightmares.”

Now it was your turn to blush.

You noticed that Steve was still hard. You reached for his buckle. He grabbed your hands.

“What are you doing doll?” He asked

“You took care of me and now I’m going to take care of you.” You winked.

(Thinking of writing a part 2)

Any suggestions y’all ?

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