Steve Rogers
While Steve would never hit you, that didn’t mean you would never hit him.
He was bent across the end of the bed and naked from the waist down. The shirt he had worn that compressed to his muscles was hiked up to expose more of his lower back to you and the dip of his waist you always loved to grab onto. His head was buried into the pillow you had given him for some comfort, his cheek red from both the flush lighting up his neck and the pressure of burying himself into it. His eyes were closed and mouth opened to release the gasp that accompanied when your hand stroked up the back of his thick thighs, feeling that firm steely muscle twitch under your palm.
Steve was built like a damn truck. The muscles honed from the Serum and his own intense training he put himself through near daily were something that he couldn’t have hidden even if he had tried. Any clothes he wore always emphasized them, filled out by the curves and bumps. Every actioned made them flex. Whether he was just shopping in the store and reaching on the higher shelf for a can of something and his chest constricted as did the length of his arm, or whether he was attempting to beat his previous record of jogging through the city at a near unbeatable pace. Everything he did emphasized how strong this man was. Naked he couldn’t hide it even more. Your hands appreciated the dip and curve of his thigh that connected to the angle of the backs of his knees. His calves flexed when you ghosted your fingertips over them and you sighed into his lower back. Where he was bent over with that perfectly rounded ass on display, you were standing and able to fold yourself over and against him whenever you pleased.
When you kissed the spot above his ass he twitched and his hands dug into the bed with enough pressure you worried for the state of the sheets.
“So sensitive today,” You teased him and stood back to bring your hands up to his thighs. It didn’t take much encouragement to have him spread them further and your hand disappeared between them. When he thrust forward with a gasp you knew you had found your prize, fingers curling around the length of his cock and angling it back so it pressed to the edge of the bed. It twitched and droplets of pre coated the sheets, the veins pulsing along the underside of him. When you pulled your hand away the muscles in his legs and ass relaxed.
His hips jerked forward, however, when you pressed the flat of your palm to the underside.
“So damn sensitive.” You said again and grinned when his hips rolled to chase that pressure of the bed and your touch before you pulled it back. His gasps and noises fell into sharper breaths and his eyes opened to make sure you were still there before they closed. That flush on his cheeks lit up brighter.
He was so cute when he was embarrassed.
It also helped that when your hands grabbed the globes of his ass to squeeze them in warning, he couldn’t stop his gasp and groan when you finally brought your palm right down across his ass.
Where as Steve’s slap would have hurt you more than a flash of red and maybe a bruise, your hand on his ass provided that pleasant sting that he never expected to like. His head fell back and his mouth parted to let out those sinful noises. Another massage and grasp before you brought your hand up and slapped it right across his ass once again.
Another gasp and this time he thrust against the bed. You bet if you bent back against to look his cock would be absolutely dripping.
“You like this?” You asked. He nodded and you made sure to slap a little harder, watching how his entire body jerked and he pulled up the blanket. “Do you?”
“Yes!” He sharply hissed out and it almost sounded like a whine when you grabbed the reddening skin and massaged it a little harder than last time. His hiss between clenched teeth turned into an actual whine when you slapped him twice in quick succession. Then another. And another. All until his legs were shaking and you finally gave reprieve. His skin hot under your touch and red enough to glow was greeted by your soft kiss. First on one cheek, then on the other.
“Good.” You cooed at him and heard when he released a slow, shuddering breath. "So good for me." He moaned a little softer as you kissed along his back, at the chills that had settled and at the spasming muscles.
Another hit was met with a moan this time.