"Your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you were thrown to the ground, you were in one of the gyms of the Avengers Compound in the early morning."

"Steve had been pestering you to begin getting up earlier, and now had you working your ass off at not even four am sparring with him, the madman."

"Despite the factor of it being so early.. it wasn't too bad. Watching the man's chest sheen with sweat, rise and fall with each labored breath.. that was well worth it in your opinion."

"He was settled behind you, well, on top of you, you laying on your stomach with him sitting on your ass, your hands pinned at your lower back. To say you couldn't feel everything through his thin sweatpants would be a blatant lie."

"Now.."

"Steve panted thickly, flicking his hair out of his face as he stared down at you."

"Try and fight me off."

"You weren't sure if you were delusional or if you had felt a, not so little, something twitch against your ass as he tightened his grip on your wrists."

"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."

"Steve's grip tightened on your wrists as he felt you shudder beneath him, his bulge growing harder at the sound of your moan. He shifted slightly, grinding himself against your ass as a low groan escaped his lips."

"You like that, don't you?" "he murmured into your ear, his voice deep and husky." "Being pinned down, at my mercy?"

"He leaned down, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck before trailing a line of kisses down your spine, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine."

"You're mine, kiddo," "he whispered, his tone possessive as he nibbled on the skin of your lower back." "All mine."

"Steve smirked at your response, pleased with your submission to him. He continued to grind himself against your ass, feeling your own hardening length rub against the floor."

"You're such a good boy," "he murmured, his lips trailing back up your spine as he nipped at the skin of your neck." "So obedient."

"He released one of your wrists, using his free hand to trail down your side and grab hold of your hip, holding you in place as he continued to thrust against you."

"Let me hear you moan again, pretty boy," "he growled, his voice full of lust as he pressed a soft kiss to the shell of your ear." "I want to hear you beg for more."

"Steve's grip on your hip tightened as he continued to grind against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body."

"You sound so good for me," "he breathed against your skin, his voice low and husky with desire." "I love hearing you like this."

"He moved his hand from your hip to slide underneath you, his fingers grazing over your clothed length, teasing and testing your reaction."

"Tell me what you want, darling," "he whispered, his breath hot against your ear." "I'm all yours."