#sam wilson reader

I almost laughed at the pained groan my bodyguard released. I knew I was being difficult. I was also aware that he wasn’t the one who deserved my attitude, but as he was the one acting on my “boyfriend’s” orders, he’d have to suffer.

Just like I was suffering.

“A bottle of champagne, please.” The man behind the bar didn’t even ask for any of my information - a single glance at the blond towering behind me was enough. I was the owner’s property, after all. The very least they could give me was everything that I ordered, and that, they did.

With a complimentary caviar platter, apparently. Whatever.

Picking up my stuff, Steve was forced to give me some space so I could move from the crowded bar towards the VIP area, but I didn’t plan to stay long there. Scanning the room, I locked eyes with one of those trust fund playboys, and then it was just a matter of smirking and winking.

Hook, line and sinker. What a loser. But he’d do it for what I had in mind, even if it wasn’t the same sort of activities he might be hoping he could score later in the evening.

Unfortunately for me, Steve knew exactly what it was that I intended to do.

“Don’t,” he tried to warn me, pulling me by the elbow right when pretty eyes seemed to find the courage to come talk to me. One look at the giant hovering over me and that courage all but disappeared - he still sent me a sweet smile, one that said he’d try his luck if I was able to make my bodyguard for the evening go away.

“Why are you like this?” I sighed, turning away from the bar and moving towards the dancefloor, not needing to look over my shoulder to know Steve was following me closely behind. The way people parted as we walked through the crowd was indication enough, and I would have thought it was pretty cool if I wasn’t so damn pissed.

“What do you mean? Good at my job?” He looked satisfied with himself, having thought of a comeback, but all he got from me was a roll of my eyes.

“A pain in my ass.” I didn’t need to hear his laugh to know that was his reaction. Ever since Samuel Wilson had come into my life, I’d been making his men laugh and cackle at my antics, but it didn’t faze me.

“I’m gonna find a way to dance with someone tonight, Rogers. Or I will have to change my last name.” The man behind me shrugged.

“The boss has been trying to get you to marry him for ages.” I shivered, not wanting to be reminded of that. What Samuel Wilson wanted, he usually got, and for the last few months all he seemed to want was related to me, somehow.

“Hey, Rogers!” Someone called from a distance and both Steve and I turned to look, recognizing another of Sam’s men from a distance. “Need a little help here.”

Steve grimaced, already knowing what was going to happen. “Seems like I’ll get my dance, after all.”

“Is there anything I can do to get you not to do that?” He asked, much to my amusement.

“You could dance with me yourself,” I offered, only to receive another grimace in response.

“Hard pass. I like being alive and all.” It was the last thing he said before he left me, and not even five minutes later, the boy from before was back, asking me to dance with him.

“Told you I’d get what I wanted,” I whispered underneath my breath so the guy wouldn’t hear me, and followed him to the dancefloor, where people were busy grinding and moving all around us.

I started to follow their motions, turning around so that my back was to the stranger, and grinded against his boner for a little while until a much too familiar voice interrupted my plans for the evening.

“Step away from the lady.” I froze, not having expected him here so soon. Turning around, I found Sam looking down at the guy with death in his eyes, but the man didn’t seem to be all that brilliant, because he tried to make a move at Sam.

“Let me rephrase it.” Sam warned, having easily intercepted the punch the guy tried sending his way. “Step away from the lady and I’ll let you get out of this bar alive.”

That was enough to send the guy running, and really, who could blame him? That was much more trouble than a dance was supposed to bring him, and I was aware of that as I stepped into Sam’s embrace.

“I thought you were too busy trying to stop the police from figuring out your deal. Didn’t think you’d find the time in your busy schedule to be jealous about your favorite toy’s dance partners.”

Sam smiled that dangerous smile of his. “I’m not jealous, honey… For me to be jealous, I’d have to be scared to lose you. But I’m not.”

And just like that, two fingers penetrated me, right there in the middle of the dancefloor, with people still surrounding us despite the scene that had taken place only seconds before.

“You said it yourself…” He whispered in my ear, eliciting goosebumps up my neck. “You’re my favorite toy.”

And there it was - the simmering on the bottom of my stomach, that didn’t tell me if it was fear or arousal that was sparking up my adrenaline, raising goosebumps up my arms.

“Why don’t you ever kiss me?” The question escaped my lips right as my pussy contracted around his fingers, a sigh leaving me afterwards as he pulled the digits from me and wrapped his own lips around them.

The smile he sent me was dangerous, and I felt my stomach plummeting at the prospect of his answer. “Because you are still a toy.”

You’re panting, chest heaving, and body shining with a sheen of perspiration as you struggle to keep your legs open for the assault of the virbator against your clit. You’re crying from the sheer overwhelming nature of the pleasure that Sam is making you endure, and all because you fucked around and touched yourself without daddy’s permission. He’d warned you and it had been your choice not to heed the warning, now you were paying the price for your disobedience.

Sam has you sitting in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, legs splayed apart and a vibrator pressing right against your swollen and overstimulated clit. You don’t even know how many times he’s made you cum so far, but you do know that it’s far from over unless you safe word.

“Look at you, my greedy girl just can’t stop herself from cumming can she?” Sam teases you, watching as you fall apart again. By now your juices are soaking the carpet under you, but you hardly care when your attention is stuck on the reflection of your body on display as it succumbs to the intense pleasure. Part of you regrets breaking the rules, but another part of you loves when Sam pushes your limits like this.

“Daddy please!” You cry out with a broken sob, legs trying to close again only for him to force them apart by hooking them over his. “I said I was sorry, please I promise–ah fuck!” Sam doesn’t buy your apology or the promises one bit and the vibrations land on your overstimulated bud yet again. You press back against him, trying to wiggle away but his body is solid behind you and the look you catch from him in the mirror says he’s very much enjoying this. You last only seconds before your body gives in and you’re cumming with a hoarse cry and trembling like a leaf against Sam.

“You know better than to go touchin daddy’s pussy without his permission, don’t you?” He questions and you nod, hips jerking when you feel his calloused fingers circling over your clit. You’d think his fingers were a mercy but in the state he’s worked you into it’s just another form of the sweetest sort of torture. Your hands move to grip against his thighs, needing something to keep yourself as grounded as you can despite Sam’s insistent fingers. “Yeah that’s what I thought, you knew better and you still decided to break daddy’s rules.” He tsks at you as if he’s disappointed and not entirely enjoying this. You can feel how much he’s enjoying this though, and when you grind your hips back against him he groans in your ear. If you weren’t so overwrought with pleasure you might have it in you to smirk at how easily you get to him.

Instead his fingers are pushing you over the edge again, and you feel like another orgasm might actually break you. Greedily and probably foolishly you want to find out. “Please, please I’m sorry. L-let me be your good girl again, please I’ll make you feel so good.” You beg him, in a desperate attempt to both get what you want and get back into his good graces. Sam smirks against your temple, fingers never stilling against your clit despite your broken sounds at the torturous pleasure. You can tell he’s thinking about it, and you hope he’ll give in and let you have what you both want.

“Do you think you deserve that? Think you’ve learned your lesson?” He questions and you sob out a yes, daddy please! I promise I did! You aren’t sure if he really believes it or if he’s simply had enough of holding himself back because he says nothing and just repositions your exhausted body into hands and knees so you both can watch your face when he sinks into you from behind. Your mouth falls open in a wordless cry, tears threatening to fall at how intense the stretch of him inside you feels after well over an hour of him making you cum over and over again. It leaves you shaking and mindless you stare at your reflection with glazed over eyes. When you whine at his first thrust Sam just shushes you with a quiet “I know honey, I know, but you can take it.”

And then he makes you take every slow, deep, earth shattering thrust until you feel a new type of pressure building every time his cock hits that soft spongy spot of sensitive nerves inside you. It’s no surprise to either of you when cum again and your squirt gushes down your thighs. It’s no less overwhelming though, and you barely keep yourself propped up by your trembling arms when it washes over you. “Fuck, that’s it. Make a mess on daddy’s cock.” Sam praises, still thrusting into you and it’s like he has your body on a hair trigger now because you cum again for him with another gush. You sob in pleasure, arms giving out and your upper body collapsing to the carpeted floor while Sam’s strong hands frame your hips and keeps them dragging back against his cock to make sure every thrust hits you deep. He watches your face loving that fucked out expression of yours and how it twists up in painful pleasure when his thrusts start to pick up in speed and he begins to drive into you harder.

You’re so far gone that you can’t even process when one climax ends and the next one begins. All you know is that Sam is reminding you just how much control he has over your body. Even when you think you can’t give him another one you do. “Please, daddy…please I–“ it’s all slurred together and you aren’t even sure the words you’re saying are words. Sam has mercy though, and he can see how you’re barely hanging onto consciousness now and he doesn’t hold back his own release, using your body to chase his high and fill you. You sigh at the feeling, body twitching and too sensitive now that it’s all sis and done and lessons have been learned.

Slowly he pulls himself out of you, cooing at you when he hears the sound of discomfort that you give. You know he has to if he’s going to take care of you after, but you’re so tired that all you want is sleep so your body can recover. “It’s okay, honey. We’re done,” he promises and you nod tiredly while he carefully gathers you into his arms. There’s another whine of protest but it’s quieted by his lips pressing softly against the crown of your head. “I know you wanna sleep, but you gotta let me take care of you first.”

“Baby, you have got to learn to take a joke,” I urged, holding his wrist with both hands to get him to stop pacing around our shared bedroom when I locked the door behind us. “You know he’s just doing it to get a rise out of you, when you behave this way, you’re only giving him more reason to keep on doing that.”

“Except I don’t!” He shouted, and I jumped away, startled at the unexpected reaction. I had to blink a couple of times to process that it had actually happened, Bucky had actually lost his mind over some stupid pick-up line Sam used on me. But by the time I was able to tell my body it was okay to move again, he was looking guilty and afraid of getting closer to me.

“What does that even mean?” I laughed, reaching out for his arm again, making it clear that despite my shock, I wasn’t afraid of him. I heard him sigh like he was relieved that I didn’t suddenly hate him because of his outburst, but after staring at me for a couple of seconds, he was back to irritated again.

“I don’t know that he’s just doing this to piss me off. I don’t think he is, actually. I think he wants you, and part of the reason why he gets on my nerve so much is because he’s envious of the fact that I get to have you.” The confession surprised me even more than his previous meltdown, and I could only stare at my boyfriend with my mouth hanging open as he tried to control his breathing after speaking what had obviously been on his mind for so long.

“You’re crazy.” It was instinctive, the deflect, the need to avoid the reality I’d been dancing around for so long. I’d known Sam for so long. Way before I even met Bucky - way before Steve found him and helped him get back on his feet, it was Sam and me against the world. He was my best friend. We trained together, we went to the military together, and when he found a spot in the Avengers, I was already working for SHIELD.

Not even the time we stayed apart could push us away from each other. Not even boyfriends or girlfriends or Bucky Barnes, the love of my life, could have kept me away from Sam Wilson, my best friend.

But I knew a big part of the reason for our closeness is that I’d downright refused to see the signs that warned me our friendship could become something different. I did that willingly because I was scared. I didn’t want to lose Sam, so I ignored the fact that he might have felt something different towards me. In doing so, I ignored whatever not-so-innocent feelings I felt towards him, too.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I watched as she struggled to deal with the reality of my words. I knew I was right. Not only was I aware of what they meant to each other, I knew both of them too well by now. And most of all, I had plenty of experience in desiring the woman before me.

I could recognize the glint of desire in his eyes. It’d been in mine ever since I met her.

Her head was swirling, that much was obvious, and so when she sat by the edge of my bed, I knew it was my job to calm her down. “It’s okay, doll.” When her gaze met mine, it was clear she still wasn’t comfortable with the fact that I knew about her attraction to her best friend - or maybe it was simply that she couldn’t accept it was there. 

“I’m not angry,” I explained, waiting for her to process it, see it in my calm, patient expression. When her eyes darted up in shock, searching for any sign that I was lying, she found none.

“Well, aren’t you jealous?” She, at last, asked, playing with her fingers in that way she did when she was nervous. A small chuckle escaped me before I could reel it in, and knowing how easily she could get fired up when she was feeling vulnerable, I quickly covered her hands in mine, pulling her closer to me.

“Well… yes,” I admitted, searching her eyes for a sign of understanding. But she was still confused, biting her lower lip with her furrowed brows and out-of-control heartbeat. Poor thing. 

“But more than jealous, I’m just really fucking horny,” I finally admitted, watching her eyes widen and her breath hitch as realization hit her all at once.

“Bucky…” she tried to say, but I just shush her, thumbs rubbing the inside of her wrist in a calming pattern.

“Just hear me out…”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I nervously ran a hand over my dress, eyes darting across the room as I waited for Sam to arrive. I still couldn’t believe what had happened, nor what Bucky wanted to happen tonight. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted it too.

So I tried to distract myself by chatting with Natasha until a commotion caught our attention, gazes immediately drawn to the man who couldn’t enter a party without becoming the center of it.

My best friend, Sam Wilson. I watched him greet Steve and then Bucky, eyes searching for me the second he realized I had already arrived. When he did locate me, a grin opened up on his beautiful lips, and I found myself biting down on my lower one.

Now that I felt comfortable admitting to myself how attracted I felt towards him, it was like I couldn’t hide it anymore. My body called out to him, and every time he smiled, I couldn’t help but clench my thighs together.

“Nice to see you’ve made it, beauty.” For the first time, his pet name for me made me flushed and out of breath, and of course, Natasha - being the incredible spy that she was - immediately noticed it.

“I think Wanda’s looking for me,” she excused herself out of the conversation, leaving me alone with the man I wanted to talk to, but not before wiggling her eyebrows in my direction in a way that made it very clear I’d have to deal with her nosiness as soon as she physically could make her way into my life again.

“What was that about?” Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed as he followed the redheaded’s path, but I just shrugged, trying not to focus on the way his chest perfectly filled the button-up shirt he was wearing by looking down at my drink.

“Oh… You know Nat… Probably got some scoop on someone or something.” I cringed at my own inability to play it cool when I was feeling so much inside. I really should have gotten better at this after being a part of the Avengers for so long, and yet, here I was. Acting like a teenager with a crush.

“Huh… sure.” For the first time since we became friends, there was an awkward silence between us, at least from my side. I was kicking myself mentally, trying to snap out of it but thankfully, my best friend always knew how to ease the situation.

“You look hot,” he noted, outwardly checking me out. I knew he’d done it before, but it had never made me feel this way… warm inside, fidgety. He reached out to stroke my hand that was resting on the bar and I nearly melted.

“Oh, fuck me…” I whined under my breath, realizing just how fucked I truly was. And because nothing in my life could never be easy, Samuel Wilson figured this would be the perfect time to tease me even further, by pressing his body behind mine and whispering in my ear, “I mean… I’m free if you want to.”

I knew he heard the way my breath hitched. I knew it because, in a second, he had stepped away and stuttered an apology. “Shit, I took it too far… Sorry, baby girl.” In the time it took me to turn around, wide-eyed in shock at his understanding of what had happened, he was already halfway through the room, almost to the hallway.

“Sam, wait!” I tried to run, but the high heels didn’t help my intentions. “Sam, please!” I managed to yell when I got to the corridor and this time he froze, stuck between turning around or slipping through the door he had opened, but that second of hesitation was all that I needed to catch up to him.

I grabbed his wrist before he could close the door on my face, and so when he stepped into the room, I stepped in with him. “No, don’t run away!” I tried to force him to listen to me, but even though I was strong, Sam was stronger than me. “Please, stop!” I tried, and at long last, he abided. 

Stopping completely, back still turned to me as we both tried to catch our breath, I tried to reason with him. “Sam, be honest with me,” I pleaded, my hand slipping further down to squeeze his, get him to look me in the eye. “Do you want me?”

The world stood still for a second. I think both him and I stopped breathing altogether, me in expectation, him in shock and maybe a little bit of confusion. At last, his eyes softened, hand cradling my face as he breathed out, “How could I not?”

I melted against him, taking advantage of his proximity to press our bodies closer together so I could relish in his warmth. “I mean, you’re really steaming hot,” he added, probably trying to lighten the mood as his arms slid down to cover my lower back, keeping me close to him. “Even your smile is hot.”

It had the intended effect because I immediately giggled, rubbing myself against him, feeling how hard he was against my stomach. When his breath hitched, I knew the mood had gotten electric again.

“Well, if you really feel this way…” I whispered, eyes slowly running up his body until they met his again. “… indulge me.” I saw the question in his eyes before it made its way to his lips, so I nodded to reaffirm that I was certain about this.

He didn’t hesitate another second. Bending down to kiss me as I rose up to my tip-toes, our lips met in the middle, and I melted as Sam’s strong arms embraced me, his big hands rubbing my back and making me feel small.

“Your lips are so sweet.” His voice was barely a whisper when we were forced to part to catch our breath. I think he was afraid of breaking the spell, afraid that I would regret what had happened. “Are you this sweet everywhere else?”

Needless to say, I wouldn’t. “I guess you’ll have to taste me to know,” I whispered, a teasing smirk on my face at his answering groan. His fingers squeezed my hips when he held me close, keeping me pressed tightly against his front, and even though it was clear he didn’t want me to leave, he still asked, “What about Bucky?”

“I’m standing right here.” My boyfriend’s voice broke us out of our reverie, and I watched as Sam jumped in shock, but still didn’t release me. His stance made it seem as if he was scared of some sort of retaliation from Bucky, and he was prepared to defend me through it.

It only made me fall even deeper for my best friend.

I tried not to think about what Bucky might have felt when he opened the door to find us entwined. For what it was worth, he seemed to be enjoying, and I let my eyes fall further down his body to check that he was in fact struggling against a boner already.

“Isn’t she a tease?” He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned on the furthest wall from us. “You don’t have to look so scared. I was hoping she would do this.”

It took a while for Sam to understand what my boyfriend was implying, and when he finally did, he didn’t seem ready to accept it.

“Is this…?” Nodding, I curled my hands around his wrist, licking my lips in the desire to kiss him again. “You really want this?” He asked, disbelief clear in his voice. 

How could he not know that I wanted him more than anything?

“Yes,” I assured him, cradling his face between my hands. “I really want you.” There was no further hesitation in his eyes. His arms slid down my back until they reached my ass and he mumbled a, “Come here,” capturing my lips in his once more. 

“I knew my teasing would eventually get to you,” he joked once we parted, prompting me to start laughing and bury my face against his chest.

“You’re ridiculous.” I could feel his smirk against my skin, and although his desire was very obvious against my stomach, there was an annoying insecurity nagging at me, begging me to question, “What about you?” When his eyes met mine in confusion, I clarified, “Do you want me?”

The smirk that spread over his lips had all of my worries fading away instantly. “Please!” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again. “I can’t even look at you without getting hard.”

He deepened the kiss when our lips met this time. I was drunk on his cologne, drunk on his manly presence, desperate to drown in him. 

“You sure about this?” He asked me once again, and I was quick to nod. But then, much to my surprise, he looked over his shoulder, to where my boyfriend was standing. “What about you? Are you comfortable about this?”

Bucky’s smirk had me creaming in my already drenched panties.

“It was my idea.”

It seemed to be the only thing missing for Sam to attack. I blinked, and he was already on his knees before me, hands running up the back of my thighs and slipping under my dress so he could cradle my ass cheeks, bringing me closer to him.

“God, I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you.” My underwear disappeared in the sound of a single rip, and I was left naked under the skirt where he was now hiding, nose bumping against the cut of my cunt. “Fuck, look at you…” I didn’t get a chance to tease him about not really being able to see me, buried underneath my dress, because his tongue ran up my pussy and in the blink of an eye, I was reduced to a stuttering, begging mess.

“Oh…” I tried to pull my dress up so I could hold onto the back of his head and keep him attached to me, sucking and licking and eating me out so hard, my knees were buckling. But every time I managed to pluck the fabric from over him, it escaped my fingers as he swiped his tongue around my clit once more and I lost every train of thought I could possibly envision, throwing my head back as I relinquished my entire body to him.

Thankfully, my boyfriend always seemed to know exactly what I needed.

“There you go, sweetheart.” And just like that, my dress disappeared, taken over my head as Sam’s body became exposed to me once more, and as he opened his eyes to look into mine, drinking in the sight of my naked skin for the first time completely available for his gaze to explore, Bucky pressed his torso against my back, both hands coming up to squeeze my breasts.

Sam’s P.O.V.

“You just relax and let Samuel take care of you, hm?” Hearing those words come out of Barnes’ mouth only made the situation feel more real, and yet ethereal at the same time. “You’re gonna be a good girl for him, aren’t you, darlin’? You’re gonna let him take care of you.”

His hands had begun to travel down her body, resting on the inside of her thighs to help open her up to me. He rested her weight on one of his thighs, and I got to work on making her cum for me, right on the tip of my tongue.

“Yes… Take care of me, Sam,” she moaned, throwing her head back and resting it on Bucky’s shoulder. My God, she was a work of art - and I couldn’t believe I was allowed to touch her, feel her, give her the pleasure that she deserved to feel every second of her life.

“Can’t believe you were wearing thongs around me all this time.” The garment was destroyed by now, but the image of how she looked seconds before I managed to finally get my hands on her would forever be imprinted in my brain.

“I was so wet, too,” she teased, earning herself a growl and a spank on her ass cheek because I was only a man. “I always get so wet around you. You’re getting me even wetter, Sammy. God, I’m dripping on you…” 

And she was. It was the most beautiful mess I’d ever witnessed, and I was cherishing every single moment of it, every drop of her nectar that my tongue collected…

“Not good enough,” came the voice of Barnes, ruining my moment of exhilaration. “Is that how you pleasure a lady, Wilson?” He tsked, obviously disappointed even if I knew it was only to rile me up. “I expected more from you.”

She laughed, obviously in on the teasing, but by then it was a matter of pride.

I was going to make her cum on my tongue or die trying.

As soon as I upped my movements, she responded, grinding up against me in search of her release. In need to take a breath, I slipped two fingers into her, keeping her right on the precipice of cumming, without allowing her to do so just yet.

“Look at you,” I taunted, in love with the sight and in more lust than I’d ever felt before. “Does he ever lick you this nice? I bet that’s why he’s been teasing me, he can’t stand the way you’re singing for me, right?”

She laughed again, clutching Bucky’s arm that held her, letting him know it was nothing but a joke, but we both knew better. This was everything, and there was more at stake than just the friendships we screwed up with this act.

“Does he ever say that you are a whore?” I asked as I dove in once again, enjoying the way her eyes widened in shock before she let her head hang back in response to my licks. “Does he ever fuck you like the slut that you are? Give it to you so good, you can’t even speak afterwards?”

Her moaning was my only answer, but it was the one that I was counting on. While Bucky threatened me with his stare, I made his girl cum with my mouth, screaming loud enough for the party to hear, while all he did was watch. 

She was still moaning as I let her go and rose to my feet again, licking away the remnants of her from my lips. “Delicious,” I recognized, and something flashed in Bucky’s eyes - recognition. I now knew what my best friend tasted like, and I wouldn’t know what to do if I couldn’t taste it again.

“Okay, class.” I clapped my hands together to gather everyone’s attention, turning around to face the blackboard. “Today, we’ll be talking about…”

It was easy to ignore his magnetism while I was teaching. I loved what I did, I loved sharing my knowledge and watching the spark of understanding shine in my student’s eyes.

It’s just that every time my gaze swiped over one specific student, I seemed to get hypnotized. The class went by in a whirl, and even through my conversation with the last few remaining students, eager to get a word in with me, I could still feel his gaze, heavy on me.

I knew it was only a matter of time until I heard the familiar knock against the door to my private office.

“Can I come in?” I drew a sharp breath, letting go of the files I was trying to sort in an effort to distract myself - like I hadn’t been waiting for this precise thing to happen.

He didn’t wait for my answer. The second I turned around to meet his eyes, his arms were already wrapped around me, head dipping to capture my lips in his in the sort of kiss I’d never seen outside of television.

“Mr. Wilson…” I tried to pull away. I really did. Even though my body ached for him, even though I absolutely, 100% wanted this…

I tried to do what was right. But his kisses were already trailing down my jaw, making breathing a particularly difficult activity as the scent of his cologne made my head swirl.

“We can’t do this…” My objections were lost to the room as he just kept on going, hands pulling up my skirt to squeeze my thighs as my chest heaved.

I was fighting my attraction to him because I had to, but the truth was, I didn’t want to. It’d been years since I felt this desired, especially by someone his age.

Of course, there were the lingering looks and flirty comments, but no student had ever wanted me badly enough to just take me. And now that he had gotten his hands on me, I wasn’t sure I could find it in me to stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted with my body.

“You’re so fucking sexy…” he groaned, hands exploring every inch of skin he exposed. “This goddamn outfit…” I hadn’t even thought twice about the tight skirt when I pulled it out of my wardrobe to wear it this morning, but I knew it was going to become my favorite piece of clothing after today. “I couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it from your body. You’re so fucking distracting.”

His mouth was everywhere, lips warm as he groaned against my throat once his fingers bypassed the barrier of my panties and found my cunt.

“God, you’re so wet.” He wasn’t wrong. I knew I’d been dripping since he first laid his eyes on me. It was as if he had a superpower and I was but prey to his dark desires. I knew I should be the one in control - I was older, I was his professor - but now that he had his fingers inside of me, I was completely under his dominance, and I loved every second of it.

“Does this feel good?” He panted against my cheek, and I wanted to roll my eyes like some sort of teenager because the question felt so damn stupid.

Couldn’t he tell that it did?

I was biting down on my lower lip so hard to stop my moans from pouring out that I was sure it was about to split. My wetness was dripping from my cunt, aiding his incessant exploration, the sound of which reverberated on the walls around us.

I was about to cum and he had barely even started.

“Tell me you like this,” he insisted right as I slapped a hand to my mouth to stop my sounds from escaping, even though I wanted to scream out his name. “C’mon, Professor.”

The title - the reminder of the forbidden nature of this moment we were sharing, had shivers running down my spine, my nails undoubtedly breaking skin as they ran down his arms.

“So good…” I barely recognized my voice, so hoarse and wanton as I answered his plea without even acknowledging it. His answering grin, so boyishly proud, awoke me to the fact, but how could I regret it?

“Yeah…” He panted against my cheek, fingers quickening on their onslaught. “There you go… I knew you needed this.”

I could only thank his clairvoyant powers.

His kisses were making me weaker the lower they descended along the lines of my body. First trailing my jaw until it reached my neck, I didn’t expect him to follow the line of my shoulder until he reached the sleeve of my shirt.

“This won’t do.” It was all that preceded his ripping of the fabric - just enough so he could expose half of my arm and pull the offensive clothing down to show my breast.

I heard his breath hitch as the soft curve was revealed to him. I’d anticipated some sort of touch there, but not the one he surprised me with.

His head fell over my chest, teeth working on pulling the cup of my bra down, just enough to release my nipple, and that’s when he attacked. His tongue traced my nipple before he bit down on it, hard enough to leave his imprint behind.

“Oh…” In a true demonstration of the submission I was gifting him, I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as I gave him more of me. This was so dirty, and it felt way too good to be true - I was all but certain that it was a dream. It had to be, so what hurt could it bring me if I just… let myself go and enjoyed it?

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to taste you?” He whispered against my chest, eliciting goosebumps as his warm breath hit my sweaty body. “You’ve been so stressed lately… Why don’t you just let me fuck your problems away, hm? Leave that wonderful, intelligent brain of yours completely numb, until you’re acting all silly and dumb, just for me?”

His words were my undoing. My orgasm hit me and my release dripped from his hand on the desk underneath us, but as I tried to sit up to clean his mess, he moved his fingers inside of me again, keeping me lowered with his other arm.

“Stay right there…” I squirmed in his embrace but relented and allowed myself to relax against the cold wood. “That’s a good girl…” My mouth fell open on a pant as he slowly pulled away from me, fixating that dark gaze on my exposed body. Despite the age difference - how I was older than him - he always managed to make me feel like a silly teenager again.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered, lowering down to his knees as my eyes bulged out. “You know you want to be mine…” He teased, and I did. I wanted so badly that it hurt, but I couldn’t. 

We both couldn’t, and he knew that.

“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.