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“Come on, Cap. Give me your best shot!” You challenged, bouncing on your toes as you anticipated the next move from Sam. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he fixed you with a look.
“You know you don’t have to call me that all the time right?” He replied, but the smile on his face told you all you needed to know. He was all too happy to entertain your little quips and teasing. The two of you always had this type of fun and teasing relationship, the friendship between you two had been easy to build. That was how you ended up convincing him to train with you that day. Looking at him now you couldn’t remember the last time you’d sparred with him, and you were wondering why you hadn’t done it more often.
“Sir, yes sir.” You teased again, dodging his next blow with a laugh before ducking under his arm and grappling your way into his back. Your attempt to bring him down was short lived, however, and in a matter of seconds he’d managed to reach behind, grab you by the back of the neck and roughly pull you over his shoulder. Your back hit the mat hard, knocking the air out of you with a wheezing woosh, and surprisingly you wanted him to do it again.
Now you remember why you avoided training with Sam.
You groaned, panties already growing damp at the thrilling thought of letting him manhandle you. “You alright down there, beautiful?” He teased, standing over you with a sly smirk on his face.
“I’m good, just trying to figure out if you’re attempting to break me or something.” You countered trying your hardest not to think about his flirty tone, the muscles barely fitting into his shirt, or the imprint of his cock under his sweats. Thank God they weren’t grey or you might have combusted right then and there. His low rumbling chuckle didn’t help either and you were sure he was going to have you ruining your panties by the time this was all said and done.
“Oh, beautiful…if I was trying to break you you’d know it.” Oh fuck him, and his flirting. Yes, fuck him. “Now get your ass up, we ain’t finished yet.” It was like every word from his mouth was meant solely to put the filthiest images in your mind and your poor panties were the one paying the price for it.
“Is that right?” You scoffed, refusing to let him know just how much he was getting to you. “I think that shield and fancy new suit is making you a little cocky, but I would love to see you give it your best shot, O’ Captain, my Captain.” You shot back, getting to your feet and throwing a smirk in Sam’s direction before you were lunging towards him with a series of punches, kicks, and attempts to knock him off balance. On the last kick he caught your leg, spinning your bodies and rushing you backwards until your back hit the wall hard and he had you pinned with his forearm at your throat.
You couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled past your lips, but the moment it did your eyes snapped open. You were expecting a joke, or some slick comment from him but instead you were met with his dark, lustful gaze that heat coursing through you and a heartbeat thumping away between your thighs.
Sam was on you in an instant, arm dropping so that he could hold a hand to your throat, and his body pressing you into the wall so hard that you could barely breathe. His mouth attacked yours in a messy and hungry kiss that you were all too eager to return. Months of flirting and teasing all seemed to pour into one moment, and you were both lost in it until a need for air had chests aching and lungs burning in your ribcage. He pulled away first, a frustrated growl sounding in his throat as if even that small amount of distance was unacceptable.
“Tell me to stop, beautiful. Because if I go there with you that’s it, you’re mine.” His hand not at your throat wandered up your thigh from where he had been holding your leg against his side, and even through the fabric of your leggings his touch felt electric. That was all the confirmation you needed that stopping was the last thing you wanted him to do. You’d be his if it meant more of everything he could give you and make you feel.
“Don’t stop.” They were the only two words your lust addled brain could work out, and the permission from you seemed to ease the tension from his shoulders as his fingers slid between your thighs and he found the wet patch against your leggings.
“I got you soaking through your clothes, huh?” He teased, fingers rubbing you through the fabric and giving you just enough stimulation to need more. You tried to angle your hips to get more friction but the weight of his body pinning you to the wall kept you mostly restrained. It caused a needy whine to slip out of you, your hand moving to grip hard against his arms as the muscles jumped and flexed with each movement. He was so big that it left you feeling overwhelmed and all you could do was let your forehead fall against his chest. Giving a muffled plea into his shirt you huffed, frustrated and needing more than his teasing as his fingers continued rubbing at you through the soaked fabric of the leggings. “Fuck…you beg so pretty. How could I say no?”
He spun you around, a hand pressing you forward against the wall until your back was arching and your ass poking out had him groaning in delight as he curled his fingers into your waistband to pull both the pants and your panties down to your ankles with one hard pull. You sucked in a breath at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare skin, a little mewl coming out of you when you felt Sam spreading your legs further as he took his time admiring your glistening sex.
“Sam—oh fuck…” You had been prepared to complain about him teasing you, but the feeling of his tongue dragging against your folds had you letting out a keening whine as you pressed your hips back in search of more. A startled gasp flew out of you next at the sudden slap to your ass, the sting of it causing pleasure to shoot straight to your core as you clenched around nothing. You took the hint and stilled yourself as you felt his tongue dragging against you again, this time sliding through your folds before dipping into your heat. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, fighting to keep yourself as quiet as possible while Sam’s tongue worked against your dripping cunt. It was easier said than done when his fingers found your clit.
The combination of that and his tongue inside you had you panting and moaning almost too loudly. “Fuck, fuck you’re gonna make me cum.” You whined, forehead thumping against the wall as you felt the rapidly approaching climax as you hurtled towards it with each circle of his rough fingers against your clit. He was relentless, greedily dipping into you again and the groan that vibrated against your sex only served to push you right over as you clapped a hand over your mouth to try and cover the sound of your cries as you came on the man’s tongue. As good as he was making you feel you were very aware of the fact that anyone could walk in and catch the two of you.
Wouldn’t that be a story, Captain America caught with his face buried in some pussy.
You didn’t mean to but the thought made you let out a breathless little giggle, and that made Sam go still. He stood up behind you, and though you couldn’t see him you could picture the narrowed look of suspicion he was likely giving you as you heard the rustling of fabric. “Something funny?” He questioned, and you were sorely tempted to make a joke but the feeling of his cock sliding against your slick sex shut you up in an instant. You felt the excited swoop in your belly, and dared a look over your shoulder at him.
“I was just thinking about someone walking in on us.” You admitted, watching the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes before he was ever so slowly guiding himself inside you with a smirk.
“You think us getting caught while I’m rearranging your guts is funny?” He ground out, cursing under his breath at your tightness as it squeezed around him. You couldn’t find the words to answer him. “That why you’re being so fuckin’ loud?” He gave a hard thrust that had the air rushing out of your lungs before a low moan rattled its way out of you. “You want someone to come in here and catch you getting fucked so good you can’t even think?” All you could do was nod dumbly, hips bouncing against him as he began to move behind you. Each thrust was hard, hitting deep as you dragged your nails down the wall in front of you. Sam had barely given you any time between that first orgasm and him splitting you open, and you swore you’d never felt anything better than the way his length stretched you around him.
And he did nothing to quiet you down as your moans steadily grew louder. Honestly you had no idea how many people were in the building at the moment, or if they were close enough to hear you but it hardly mattered to you at the moment. Clearly Sam didn’t care either as he railed into you from behind. It didn’t take him long at all to fuck another orgasm out of you, and you were sure that he’d follow after you. Sam only cursed, his head thrown back as he relished the feeling of your cunt strangling his cock as he continued to thrust into you until you were trying to pull away.
“Where you goin’,” he chuckled, one hand pulling your hips back before dipping between your thighs to strum against your clit, while his other arm moved to snake around your throat until he was pulling your shoulders back against his chest. Your gasp was caught in your throat, body jerking in his hold as your hips tried in vain to run from the pleasure. “Daddy ain’t say you could go anywhere.” He growled into your ear, hips pumping relentlessly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You felt like a doll in his arms, far too easy for him to handle however he wished and you loved it. And hearing him call himself Daddy hardly helped you stave off the orgasm he was so clearly demanding from you. “Be a good girl and give me one more.” He husked against your ear, arm tightening around your throat when you whined. “One more and I’ll take you home and spend the rest of the day making you feel real good.”
Your body answered for you, the intense, pressure building and building until it reached a breaking point and the mind numbing pleasure crashed over you like a wave. The pressure of his bicep against your throat restricted your air just enough to turn your cry of pleasure into a choked moan. Eyes rolling back you felt the trembling unsteadiness in your legs as you squeezed so hard around Sam’s cock that he couldn’t hold himself back from spilling inside you as he buried his face in your hair to muffle the sounds. Warmth bloomed in your stomach and spread throughout you, and for a second you felt both heavy and weightless as the high settled in. “Fuck, been waiting to do that for months.” He grunted, keeping himself inside you as your pulsing walls milked every drop from him before he finally pulled out of you. You merely hummed a soft reply, enjoying the moment before you felt him moving behind you. Hands at your ankles he began to pull your leggings and panties back up your legs to cover your sex as his spend began to drip down your thighs.
“I think that’s enough training for the day, I got a different kinda work out in mind for you.” He teased, tucking himself back into his sweats before pulling you into his side to support your unsteady steps. Grabbing up your bags he led you out of the training room, ignoring the looks of the few people scattered outside the door. If they knew what you two had been doing, which he was sure they did, he hardly cared. Sam’s only focus was getting you back to his place so he could make good on his promise and spend the rest of the day having his way with you.