Pushing Buttons (Part 2)
Steve x Reader
Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (wear a condom, pee after), oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, bossy/demanding Steve, rough sex, mentions of being tied up, ass slapping. Also, swearing
AN: I told you there’d be a part two. I’m sorry I’m such a wordy mother fucker but it’s worth it. (so fucking worth it). Enjoy.
After Steve left, you took a long, hot shower. You needed to wash the mission off your skin and you scrubbed long and hard until you felt clean. Then, you turned the water as hot as you could stand it and just stood under the stream.
You had no idea what possessed Steve to kiss you. You were kicking yourself for not kissing him back but you had been shocked into inaction. One minute he was yelling at you, the next, his lips were against yours. You brushed a finger up against your lips trying to make sense of what had happened.
You were also stalling. You didn’t want to go down to dinner and face everyone. You were upset that you’d have to sit out the next three missions. Three! You could feel yourself getting angry again and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. You were also embarrassed at your behaviour. You had let your anger get the better of you. But, dammit, you still didn’t know why he was so pissed during the mission.
Eventually the water turned cold and you quickly dressed and headed down to eat. You were hoping it wouldn’t be a full house since you didn’t want to have to answer any questions but luck wasn’t on your side because almost everyone was sitting around the table eating together. As soon as you into the room, everyone stopped talking. You knew they had been talking about you and it made your skin prickle.
“Oh, come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking your seat.
“Sam told us what happened,” Wanda spoke, not unkindly.
He had the decency to look embarrassed.
“Really Wilson? You couldn’t wait for me to share?”
“I’m sorry! After I came to check on you everyone wanted to know if you were okay. It just came out.”
You didn’t respond, instead, choosing to ignore him and eat in silence.
“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m just impressed you got him to yell at you,” piped up Natasha from the other end of the table. “He never yells.”
“Lucky me then,” you replied, sourly.
Just then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” you turned around. “Does that count as subordination, too, Sir?”
Steve rolled his eyes at you, “No. That’s just you being a brat.”
You could feel your nostrils flare. Standing up abruptly, you picked up your plate, “I’m not that hungry after all,” you said leaving the table before you could get in any more trouble.
No one followed you out.