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If you looked up the definition of irate, there’d be a photo of Darcy Lewis sitting in Steve Rogers’ lap.
In this photo, Steve would look like the paragon of truth and justice on a relaxing Sunday morning, smiling up at his girlfriend who he’d just finished moving in with the evening before. Coffee, bagels, and various toppings would be spread out across the table in front of them, making it look like the couple was far too wrapped up in each other to finish the breakfast that Steve had gotten up early to go get.
Darcy though...Darcy would look livid. If you look close enough at the photo, you’d see the grey sweats (because it’s always those fucking grey sweats ) slung too-low to be decent. You’d see Steve’s hand buried between her thighs, and if you really, really paid attention, you’d see where her panties were shoved to the side to make room for his fingers to torture her clit, and his cock to fill her pussy.
You’d see her hands gripping the table, nails filed into perfect red claws that scratched at the shining surface as she tried her best to be still, because she had to open her goddamn mouth and make a bet and now look where she was - stuffed full of her boyfriend and unable to do anything all because her ego wouldn’t shut the fuck up.
Yes, she bragged that she had been just fine without any combat training until now, and that last week she dodged a mugging attempt with some clever words and semi-decent cardio. Her bravado kept her from noticing the strain that spread through Steve’s smile as he pulled her into his lap to enjoy breakfast, pressing kisses to her cheek and encouraging her to tell him more about this incident that she apparently forgot to tell him about altogether.
Steve of course was fucking livid, but his brat of a girlfriend likes her freedom, and his cock had been hard since he woke up. He had to physically wrestle himself out of bed to leave her alone since they’d both passed out with him inside of her.
Blessing their shared space and all, you know?
It throbbed as she wiggled in his lap, too proud, with no coffee in her system to shut herself up as she moved around until the heat between her thighs pressed against his hard cock, rocking against it.
Coffee surely would have saved her when Steve’s hand angled her face to the side, letting him press a bruising, biting kiss to her lips that shocked her into paying a little more attention when he mutters, “Since you think you know better than the soldiers, veterans, and security specialists that have all created a program for your safety that you agreed to , how about we make a bet?”
Fuck.
A scowl twisted her face and before she could stop herself, she agreed when he laid out the terms of the bet - she’s going to sit on his cock, unmoving, until the movie playing in the background is over. If she makes it she can review her training and they’ll reduce it reasonably.
His fingers had been lazily touching her all morning, stroking her sides, along her breasts on top of and under her tshirt, fingertips dragging against the fabric covering her pussy, so when he shifted them over and slid inside of her she was more than ready to take him, even if she was a little sore from their celebrating the night before.
God, she really thought that she could do this as the first few minutes passed and she relaxed back into his arms, all bravado as she lounged on the muscle bound form of her boyfriend like he was a throne.
Minutes ticked by and his hands never stopped - never quite touching her center, avoiding the peaks of her nipples clearly visible underneath the shirt she stole from him, but making sure to drag against the warm, soft skin at the back of her knees, scrape his nails along her inner thighs hard enough for fine red trails to mark where he’d been. Soon enough, she couldn’t focus on the movie, and sat herself up to try and put distance between their bodies, as hers started to rise and fall with his, too-hot and too-close as he drives her to shaking in his lap.
That smirk of his went crooked as he crooned, “What’s wrong, babydoll? I thought this would be easy for you, all that stubbornness and all you have to do is sit still and pout, just like this?”
It wasn’t fucking fair.
She couldn’t squirm, couldn’t bounce on his cock, even as she felt herself get so wet she felt beads of her arousal trickling from her body to his. She thought she’d be smart once and clench around him, squeeze him like she’s trying to milk his cock to end it early - that got her a sharp, stinging smack to her clit that had her shrieking and grabbing onto the table - and now we’re here.
If the photo were a gif, you’d see her strung so tight there’s a tremor running through her, making her legs shake where they’re spread out over his tree trunk like thighs. You’d see the rotation of his hand as he rubbed her clit - either torturously slow, so it did nothng but constantly build the ache twisting inside of her, or fast, almost painfully chafing her clit so she couldnt cum from that either, but instead drug her nails down the table with a shriek as she fights herself from fucking back onto his length.
She really needed to fucking move.
Steve - the fucking cheat - had lifted his knees up to knock her off balance and back into his lap, leaving her supported by nothing but him, her toes barely brushing against the floor. She trembled against him, trying to hold back pathetically high, pleading sounds as he toyed with her, his deeply satisfied hums leaving him and vibrating down her neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses there, accented by the sounds coming from between her legs where she was wet enough that she could hear the slip of his fingers as it rubbed between her sensitive clit and where he split her open.
Steve’s head gently knocked at hers, firmly enough to turn her head enough for him to drag his beard along the apple of her cheek before he pressed a warm kiss to her temple, humming softly to her as he started to stroke her clit between his pointer and middle fingers, fingers picking up speed the higher her legs lifted, moving on their own as she started to bear down on his cock, firmly not fucking moving-
“You did so good, babydoll” whispered out against her temple, and before she could gasp in, spit out a mean little reply about how she did because she’s still doing- Steve’s fingers twisted, trapping her clit between his nails and pinching down hard.
She got too comfortable, needy and stubborn and so trusting and the sudden pain shot through her like when she accidentally touches something hot, the pain burning straight through her - making her jump, and setting her off so fast it was violent how she arched away, legs kicking uselessly as she tried to rock and hump down into his lap to fill herself completely.
Darcy was deaf to the splashing sounds leaving her pussy, the wail that left her and ended in her babbling nonsensically, the smug laughs of her boyfriend as he gripped her hips to hold her in place as his hips started to snap up into hers, thrusting once, twice, until he was spilling inside of her as she still spasmed and shook in his lap, a raw groan leaving his throat.
“Congrats sweetheart, this counts for your cardio and endurance training today” rumbles out from his chest on a laugh.
She’ll get him back eventually.