Steve RogersXReader Training

You jerked to the side, missing the incoming punch that was delivered where your face just was. You ducked and missed the kick coming your way, before sticking your foot out and sending your 'assailant' toppling over onto the floor.

You lunged and pounced on them, pinning them to the floor. A smirk flushed across their face, along with a lively blush to match your own.

"You're doing really well, (y/n)." Steve spoke, smiling as you released him from your grip.

"Well, I am being trained by the best Soldier there is." You smiled, looking up at him.

"I am far from the best," He chuckled.

You quickly jumped, avoiding the powerful kick he nearly landed to your midsection before grabbing the fist that was coming at you at full speed.

"Nice try," You chuckled.

Suddenly, you were pinned, his face not an inch away from yours. You let out a small soundless shriek.

"Nice try, hm? You forget to keep your guard up, you should have easily avoided this."

You squeaked something inaudible.

"What was that?" He asked, leaning in a bit more, causing your blush to become the deepest shade of red.

"N-not like I would want to avoid it." You whispered, wanting to die of embarrassment.

Suddenly, you felt lips pressed against yours, and a soft tongue slide across your lips, begging for entrance.

You soon succumbed to the kiss, your tongues in a sparring match for dominance until you both had to break away for a breath.

"I'm glad to see you can hold your breath well, (y/n)." Steve panted.