Sore bodies and Baggy Shirts - Sam Wilson
Warnings: allusions to sex Summary: The aftermath of one of Tony's parties with Sam
You woke up later than you usually would, groaning as you sat up properly. There was no denying the fact that you were sore from the night before. You leaned on the edge of the bed, reaching for Sam's discarded shirt laying on the floor, and pulled it over your head.
You dragged yourself to your closet, finding a pair of clean underwear and tugging it up your naked legs. You moaned in pain as you headed for the wooden door, eager to get a warm cup of coffee.
You couldn't care less if another team member saw you in this state: they were basically your family, and had seen you and Sam leave the party early after all.
Once in the kitchen, you headed for the glowing red coffee machine in the corner. You had you favourite mug clutched tightly in your hands. Your breath picked up its pace when you felt arms slowly wrap themselves around your torso.
You relaxed a little bit into Sam's arms. You felt his smirk against your shoulder and heard him murmur quietly. "How're you feelin' babe?" "'M good." One of his hands trailed down to grip your thigh tightly and you squealed lightly.
He chuckled and you admitted to him. "I'm sore. 'M really sore. Don't get too cocky though, it's whatever." His smirk turned into a toothy grin. "I know. It's obvious. Super obvious, if you ask me. Have you seen the way you're standing? Your body's all stiff and your legs look like they're going to give out from under you."
You turned, still in Sam's arms and cocked an eyebrow. "Then why did you ask?" You took a sip of your warm coffee, sighing in satisfaction as you awaited an answer. "Because I knew you'd say you were okay and that gave me an opportunity to touch your body." He whispered in your ear.
"Creep." You muttered, but a shiver was sent down your spine at the tone of his voice and you were sure he felt it too. Sam set your mug aside and placed a longing kiss on your lips. He gripped your slightly bruised hips and lifted you up onto the counter.
"Didn't get enough from last night?" You asked, lips brushing against his. "I could never get enough of you." Just as he pressed his lips to yours again, hands trailing up your thighs, a cough interrupted you.
Natasha stood, leaning against the kitchen doorway, staring at the booth of you with her arms crossed and an amused smile on her face. "Some of us would like to have breakfast, if you don't mind." She stated.
"Sorry Nat." You said and at the same time, Sam said. "We do mind." Natasha raised her eyebrows at Sam. She didn't know his sex drive was so high. She turned to you and her famous smirk found its way onto her face.
"Oh don't worry (Y/N), I can only imagine how sore you must be so I'll give you some sympathy. We all heard everything during the after party. Lucky for you guys, the guests left minutes after you retreated to the bedroom. Didn't know Sam had a daddy kink but you learn something new everyday, right?" She trailed off and Sam leaned into you, his back pressed up against your chest. You could only imagine the proud look on his face.
You pushed Sam away and hopped off the counter only for your legs to buckle and fall to the ground. You could feel both their gazes on you and you huffed, looking down and trying to ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks.
You didn't want to meet any of their sly or cheeky smiles so you kept your eyes on the ground as you got up, wincing as you left the room. Sam's eyes were on your ass until you were out of eye and earshot. "She looks great in my shirt, does she not?"