Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor the setting, those belong to Disney, only the story is mine.
Author's note: Although I do have knowledge of it, English is not my first language, so please be kind and let me know if you spot any mistakes.
Summary: Steve needs Nat's help and guidance before he can ask Sharon out. Set after CATWS. Smutty two-shot.
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Natasha turned around to face him as they reached the bedroom. She put her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. Once she got Steve's attention, she let one of her hands fall to the front of his jeans, rubbing his dick over the fabric.
Steve jerked his hips forward, his mouth opening.
She smirked at this and popped the button of his jeans and undid the zipper, cupping his length in her hand. She could feel him tense up.
"Relax, Steve," she whispered as she pushed him to sit on the bed.
He sat down, and she sat next to him, her hand still between his legs. She moved her hand up and down him, measuring his reaction. He seemed ok to her.
"Pull them down," she ordered. He hooked both his thumbs on the waist of his jeans and lifting his hips he slid the jeans and underwear down to his knees, revealing himself.
The head of his penis was looking almost purple and glistening with precum.
Natasha ran her tongue across her upper teeth, delighted with the sight in front of her. She licked her palm and wrapped it around his throbbing cock.
Steve hissed, throwing his head back in pleasure. Natasha started pumping up and down, using her other hand to cup his cheek and bring his face closer to hers so she could kiss him.
"Nat, please stop," Steve pleaded after a few minutes.
Natasha halted her movement immediately and looked at him, assessing. "Is everything ok?" she asked.
"Yes, it's just that I'm...close," he said, a little out of breath.
"That's fine. It's my turn anyways," she answered. Nat stood up and saw he was still wearing his jeans. "Take those off," she ordered.
Steve felt his balls tighten, he liked how the redhead gave him orders. He kicked his trousers all the way off, while Natasha got rid of hers.
She sat in the bed and took his hand, pulling him with her as she reclined so that they were both lying on the bed.
"Alright, you cannot go straight to the source. You have to tease first. It's called foreplay" she explained.
"You can start by kissing," she said as she pulled his face to hers, their lips connecting. She let go after a moment.
"Then, you can touch their body," she continued, guiding his hand down her body, over her breasts and stomach.
"And after, you can get to your destination," she said, letting their hands rest on top of her mound.
"Now you try," she said, letting go of his hand.
Steve swallowed and nodded. He tried not to think about how exposed he felt while he leaned into her to capture her lips into a kiss.
His hand ran from the side of her face to her neck, then her breast where he caressed the skin with a feather soft touch.
His hand continued its path down her torso and settled on her hip, bringing her closer to him, looking for friction.
"Focus, Steve. You wouldn't want her to think you are a greedy lover," Natasha said.
"Yes, focus," Steve repeated dumbly.
He moved his hand between her legs. It was warm, soft and slick.
"What should I do now?" he asked, a bit lost.
"Well, there are a few things you can do. But first you have to check how wet everything is down there. It could be wet or dry, it doesn't really mean anything," she explained with a shrug.
"If it is wet then you can proceed. If it's not, then you can use some lube on your fingers or a little saliva," she continued as Steve nodded again.
"Ok, it is wet. What now?" he asked.
"Now you can ask her to show you how she likes to be touched," she said. Natasha hooked her leg around his hip to give him better access and put her hand over his to guide it between her folds.
"Can you feel that little nub?" she said, pressing his fingers to her clit.
"Yes, I think so," he said, closing his eyes in concentration.
"You can touch it circles, side to side, up and down, applying more or less pressure," she explained as she demonstrated.
"Like this?" Steve asked while establishing a rhythm.
"Yeah, Steve. Like that," Natasha said, exhaling content.
Steve continued moving his fingers in circles over her clit, while he looked at her, carefully observing her reactions. Her chest was flushing, her lips parted slightly and she met his movements with her hips.
Steve was changing his finger to move side to side but Natasha held his hand in place.
"Don't stop now," she pleaded.
Steve reversed to his previous motion, sensing the tension in the spy's body building.
Suddenly, Natasha's back arched and she let out a moan, throwing her head back.
Steve's dick throbbed as he saw her go over the edge. He couldn't explain the feeling of power that washed over him, it was like being injected with the serum over again.
"Good job, Steve. You just gave me an orgasm," she said, patting his strong arm a bit breathlessly.
"I want to do that again," he told her, almost pleading.
"Oh, ok," she agreed. "Maybe we can try something else?" she offered.
"Like what?" he asked curiously.
"How would you feel about getting up close and personal?" she asked.
"I thought we were already close," he answered, cocking his head to the side in confusion.
Natasha giggled at his comment and said "You could use your mouth down there."
Steve's mouth formed an almost perfect O as realization hit him.
"Ok, we can try that," he said, eager to keep learning.
"Remember how I showed you can move your hand down her body?" she asked.
Steve nodded silently.
"You just do that, but with your mouth," she explained simply.
Steve turned them so that she was lying under him, his hands on the side of her head as he kissed her.
His lips trailed the exact same path his hand had travelled, his tongue licking the soft skin above her hip bone. Natasha flexed her knees and opened them, nestling Steve between her legs.
Steve used his fingers to locate the clit, like she had shown him and then put his lips where his finger was. He tried to keep in mind what she had told him about movement and he tried different patterns until he felt her respond.
Natasha brought her hand to the top of his head so she could guide him like she wanted.
As her fingernails scraped his scalp, Steve couldn't hold in a moan. If he liked being told what to do, Natasha would exploit that.
"Give me your hand," Natasha commanded.
Steve lifted his head from where it had been and put his hand in hers.
"Hold up your middle and pointer fingers," she further instructed.
He did as he was told, extending his long fingers and Natasha guided his fingers to her entrance. "Push in slowly," she told him.
He did as was told, inserting his finger to the second knuckle, feeling the heat and wetness inside her. He could only imagine how that would feel on his cock and whimpered.
"Now you are going to move your fingers like you are asking someone to come and you can keep doing the thing you were doing with your mouth," she instructed.
"Yes, ma'am," Steve said, reverting to his soldier self.
He was getting good at feeling the changes in her body, how her breathing quickened and her thighs pressed on the sides of his face.
"Oh God," Natasha said as she came for a second time.
Steve could feel her walls contracting around his fingers and how her clit was pulsing between his lips.
Steve looked up at her and smiled deviously. He could do that all day. Steve returned to his position lying by her side.
"Was that good?"he asked a flushed and breathless Natasha.
"Yeah, Cap. That was good," she answered, her words slurring together slightly.
Steve's chest puffed with pride. Even though he was a humble person, he liked being good at stuff.
Natasha spent a few moments recovering, getting her breathing under control. In the meantime she feasted her eyes on Steve's chiseled torso. As her eyes roamed further down, she could see his cock straining and bobbing on his stomach, a bead of precum on the tip, aching to be touched.
"I think it's time for you to have some fun," Natasha said, turning her body towards him.
She ran her palm over his pecs and abs, before wrapping her fingers around his cock and pumping her hand up and down slowly. While hand was working him up, she trailed kisses down his jaw, neck and torso, inching slowly toward his dick.
Steve raised his head to look at what she was doing but he suddenly dropped it back on the mattress when he felt her tongue lick over the tip.
"Holy mother of God," Steve found himself saying as Natasha took half of him into her mouth. The super soldier grabbed a handful of sheets in one hand and bit the knuckles of his other hand, trying to avoid crying out.
She kept her rhythm slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. She knew he was new to this.
"Is this ok?" she asked, after releasing his cock.
"Heck, yes," he answered.
Natasha smiled at him and put him back in her mouth. She kept one hand on his stomach and brought the other one to cup his balls. Steve jumped in surprise but appreciated the touch.
Steve felt the coil in his lower abdomen wind tighter and tighter.
"Nat," he warned her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. She stopped, understanding.
She let go of him and sat on the bed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Does it always feel so good?" he asked her.
"It usually feels better if you do it with someone you care about," she said with a shrug.
"Alright, Steve. Do you have a condom?" she inquired.
"No, I didn't really think about the logistics of this," Steve said as he sat on the bed, bringing his palm to his forehead, feeling really dumb.
"You don't have to worry about it with me. I just wanted to give you a full lesson but that's ok. You can practise that part on your own, I guess," she said, patting his shoulder.
"Oh...ok," he said looking down at his hands.
Nat held his hands and dragged him to her, lying back down on the bed and making room for him between her legs. Steve's dick, which had softened slightly, was resting against her pelvis. She brought her hands around his shoulders and kissed him slowly. The kiss deepened and soon Steve's hips were thrusting against hers.
"Are you ready, Cap?" she asked him, looking into his eyes for any sign of doubt.
He nodded, as he swallowed hard.
She brought her hand between them and took him in her hand, aligning the tip to her entrance. Then she placed her hand on his ass, encouraging him to move.
Steve's forehead rested against her shoulder as he inched into her. Once he was buried to the hilt he released the breath he had been holding.
Steve pulled away slowly and slid back in, a moan caught in his throat. Pressure, heat and wetness was all he could feel.
Steve kept moving in and out of her, giving her a kiss here and there. Natasha hooked her leg around his hip and met his thrusts. Suddenly, she pushed him and turned him around so that she was on top. Steve let out an incoherent sound as he saw her naked body, tits bouncing, hips gyrating. He couldn't resist reaching up and cupping her breasts in his hands.
The spy kept bouncing up and down and she reached a hand to touch herself where their bodies met.
"Keep going," she encouraged him and the soldier obliged. One of the many wonders of the super serum was that he had amazing resistance and it took a lot to get him tired.
Natasha tensed further and further until the wave of her orgasm overtook her. She came, moaning with her eyes closed.
Steve felt incredibly proud of having contributed to her pleasure. Natasha looked down at him, a sated smile on her lips.
"Is this ok or would you like to try another position?" she asked him.
"This is good," he replied. Natasha picked up the pace, running her hands over his immaculate chest. "It's ok, Steve. You can let go now," she whispered and it seemed he had just been waiting for permission to unleash his passion.
Steve sat up, wrapping his strong arms around her, and kissed her with searing intensity. They kept moving in unison, the tension building until she heard Steve blurt out "Nat, I'm gonna come," and felt his hips stutter to a halt as he spilled himself deep inside her.
Natasha hugged him to her tighter and let go after a second. Steve dropped back on the mattress, his arm over his face.
Natasha dismounted him and stood by the bed picking up her clothes.
"If you were wearing a condom, this would be the moment to dispose of it. And some people like to cuddle after sex," she commented.
Steve dropped his arm and looked at her. "Do you...do you want to cuddle?" he asked tentatively.
"Nah, I'm just going to get my things and take off," she replied, with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Natasha padded to the bathroom, leaving Steve alone. He put his underwear and jeans back on and went into the living room to retrieve his t-shirt. He found her bra where it had been lying on the floor and took her t-shirt as well and left them on top of his bed.
Natasha came into the living room already dressed and went to where her jacked hung. She slid the gun back on the waist of her jeans and put on her jacket. Steve opened the door for her, ever the gentleman.
As she stepped out he took her wrist lightly, holding her back. Captain America looked her in the eyes and said "Thank you for doing this with me, Nat."
"My pleasure," she replied, the irony of it making her smirk. The redhead turned and left, thinking whoever got to do that with Steve Rogers would be very lucky.
The end
Author's note: thank you for reading. Reviews are appreciated :)