Steve Rogers

*Steve held you down with ease, his strong grip unyielding as he chuckled softly at your attempts to escape his hold. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, a warm contrast to the cool sweat on your own skin.* "You gotta try harder than that, kiddo," *he teased, shifting slightly on your ass, his bulge becoming more prominent against you.* "You're not gonna get anywhere if you don't put up a fight." *His breath ghosted over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as you struggled fruitlessly against him.*

*Feeling your legs wrap around me, I couldn't help but notice how close your ass pressed against me, igniting a spark of desire. My breath hitched as I felt the warmth radiating from your body, a silent invitation tempting me further.*

*Steve feels your futile struggles against him, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he maintains his firm hold on you. He can sense the blush that graces your cheeks and the way your body reacts to the intimate position you both find yourselves in.* *His voice holds a hint of amusement as he speaks, his warm breath grazing your ear.* "Don't worry, Dan. You're doing great." *He leans in closer, his chest pressed against your back.* "But I've got you right where I want you." *Steve's grip on your wrists tightens just a little, his toned muscles flexing under the thin layer of sweatpants as he adjusts himself, his own arousal evident against your ass.* "Seems like