stuck in the attitude era

You were so worked up that you didn’t even hear the bedroom door open.

It was late at night, and Steve came home earlier than expected. He assumed you'd be asleep at this hour, but instead he found you lying on your back in the middle of the bed, buried under the covers with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, touching yourself.

His eyes were glued to the sight of you.

He didn't move.

He didn't make a sound.

Instead, Steve silently watched as you played with yourself, the corner of his mouth twitching because you were completely oblivious to the fact you were being watched by him.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you shamelessly pleasured yourself, and Steve took notice of every detail. He noticed the way your breath started hitching when your hand began moving with increasing urgency beneath the duvet and how your hips lifted in a desperate grind against your own touch.

And then he heard it: a broken, breathy sigh that was unmistakably his name.

A self-satisfied grin spread across Steve's face. The sound of his name on your lips, dipped in pure, unadulterated need, sent a jolt of possessiveness straight to his gut.

'Well, I'll be damned', he thought, his eyes darkening. 'That's one hell of a way to greet me.'

But still, Steve was in no rush. He let you get a little further, let you moan his name again: a little louder this time, a little more frantic.

Finally, when you were trembling on the very edge, a thin, desperate whine building in your throat, he decided he had seen enough. Steve pushed off the doorframe and crossed the room in three long, silent strides.

Your body was beginning to shake with a desperation that was starting to border on actual pain as your fingers circled your clit rapidly, chasing your orgasm. You were so close, lost in the memories of him talking you through it, his voice growling in your ear while pounding into you…

Suddenly, the mattress dipped next to you.

Your eyes flew open.

You jerked upright with a startled gasp, yanking the blanket up to your chest as your heart nearly jumped out of your body. For one terrifying second, all you saw was a broad figure sitting next to you in the dim room.

"Oh my god—" you breathed, your face burning. "You scared the shit out of me!!"

"Didn’t mean to scare ya," Steve chuckled, leaning over you. His eyes were dark and amused, a small smirk playing on his lips. "But I heard you from down the hall… sounded like you were havin’ a real good time in here. I figured I better get in here and see what all the fuss was about."

How long had he been standing there? Your mind spun, a flurry of anxiety as you realised you had no idea when he’d arrived or just how much he had seen—and heard.

"What’s that face for? Disappointed to see me?" he tilted his head, but you didn't miss the playfulness in his voice.

"What?" You were caught off guard by the question. "No—that’s not it. I just… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon," you stammered.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh. He slowly dragged the blanket down, revealing you wore nothing but one of his oversized shirts.

"Been busy, huh?” he teased. His gaze drifted over your body and your flushed, damp skin before flicking back up to your face. "Am I interruptin’? Want me to leave again?"

"What?? No!" you blurted out, the need for him finally overpowering the embarrassment of being caught. You reached out, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt, tugging him down towards you. "I missed you so much!"

Steve let out a deep, knowing rumble of a laugh. But before he could say another word, you pulled him down and crashed your mouth against his.

The kiss was messy and a little clumsy from how badly you wanted him. Steve made a surprised grunt against your lips before kissing you back, sweeping his toungue into your mouth.

As he leaned further over you, his hand slid under your thigh, gripping it firmly and pressing you back into the mattress. He savoured your desperation, and the way you clung to him.

When he finally broke the kiss, you tried chasing his mouth, but he already shifted positions, rolling you onto your side, spooning you from behind and pulling your back flush against his chest.

"Missed me, huh?" he repeated your words right at you. His thick arm wrapped around your waist, and you nodded against the pillow.

"Yeah?" he murmured into your neck, his lips grazing your skin. His hand slid from your waist, moving beneath the hem of your shirt until his fingertips traced the underside of your breast.

"And why's that? What’s got ya so worked up, baby? Kinda curious now…"

"I was—" you hesitated for half a second. "I was just thinkin' about you…" you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, I got that part," he huffed out a quiet laugh against your neck. "That's real flatterin' and all… but ya gotta be more specific."

He paused for a second, gently taking your hand in his.

"Why don'tcha tell me exactly whatcha been doin' while ya missed me so damn much?" he drawled, his voice dropping even lower, guiding your hand back between your thighs.

The touch was electric, your skin feeling hypersensitive now that he was watching.

"Or better yet, why don'tcha show me?"

You squirmed.

"C'mon," he coaxed, "you were doin' just fine before I got here. So don't stop now. Keep touchin' yourself… and tell me what ya were thinkin' about."

His lips brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't wanna miss out on seein' ya play with your pussy."

You let out a shaky breath but ultimately did as you were told, tracing slow, tentative circles over your clit, while he stayed pressed tight behind you, his voice indulgent and cocky at the same time.

"That's it," he praised you. "Now talk to me."

"I was thinking about your arms..." you whispered, "…and your hands—"

"My hands doin' what?" he pressed. "Tell me."

"Pinning me and—" you breathed, "h-holding me down."

"Hm, that's real sweet," he rasped. "But I bet that ain't all."

Steve shifted, his own hand sliding down between your thighs aswell, teasing your entrance now.

"Where ya layin' here thinkin' about my cock, too?" he continued, sliding two fingers inside you.

You cried out, your hips jerking forward instinctively.

"Hey," he warned, a dark, possessive authority in his voice. "I told ya: don’t stop. Keep touchin’ yourself while I help ya out."

You obeyed, but when you started circling your clit again, you couldn't suppress the broken moans from tumbling out.

You were getting so close again, fueled by his proximity and his voice right in your ear. Your fingers started working against your clit feverishly while his worked inside you, massaging your g-spot. You were losing yourself in the sensation, the coil in your stomach tightening dangerously quickly.

"Were ya thinkin’ about me haulin’ ya over my lap and havin’ my way with ya? Stretchin’ ya out real good?" Steve asked.

You nodded, your voice lost in a single, long moan, trying to keep up with the mental image he was painting. "Mhmm... yes—!"

"Yeah? Ya miss that feeling?" He let out a satisfied hum that vibrated through your whole body. "Missed being stuffed full of my dick?"

"Yes!!" you panted, your hips jerking against his hand.

"And—and—and I missed your voice," you admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush.

"How it sounds in my ear," you added after a moment. "Just like right now…"

Steve let out a low, rough chuckle. "That right? You like it when I talk dirty to you, bunny? Me tellin' ya all the dirty things I wanna do to ya?"

You were almost there. You could feel the orgasm bubbling up, ready to burst.

"Easy," he growled, sensing you starting to peak. He didn’t pull his fingers out, but he slowed the rhythm, his hips grinding slowly against your backside, his hard length still trapped in his pants. "I just got here. Don't you go finishin' already without me. Ain't done with ya..."

He nipped at your neck and you whined in frustration, your body begging for release. "B-but I wanna cum so bad…" you whined into the pillow.

He kept pumping his finger in and out of you for a few more agonizing seconds, seemingly contemplating his next move.

Your pussy clenched desperately around his fingers.

"That bad, huh?" he teased, an indulgent little chuckle in his voice. You whined when he pulled his fingers out.

But he didn't let you wait long: after freeing his cock, his hand slid to your thigh, lifting your leg to create the perfect angle for him to slide inside.

"Alright, alright... guess I better help ya out, can't have my girl goin’ crazy before I even get a turn."

You purred as soon as you felt him lining his cock up at your entrance, dying for him to start fucking you.

But he took his time.

He sank into you slowly, filling the void his fingers had left. You moaned, your breath hitching as you felt him bottom out. The ache that had been building all night finally began to fade as you melted against him.

"Yeah... that's it," he grunted.

He stayed still for a few seconds before pulling you closer to him by the hips.

"There ya go.. takin all of me," he rasped as he started a slow, rhythmic pace. Every thrust hit deep, making you gasp and arch your back.

"Just like ya were dreamin about," he teased.

You groaned, your body shaking with relief. “I missed you so so f-fucking much,” you whispered, your voice strained.

Steve let out a dark, satisfied chuckle."I can tell. You were in a real bad way when I got here," he taunted. "Moanin' and callin' my name like ya were dyin'..."

You whimpered, your own fingers now gripping the sheets, your body wound tight.

"I gotta ask, bunny…" he coaxed, his voice low and dangerous. "Be honest with me, if I hadn’t come home now… if I hadn’t interrupted ya… how many times would ya have stuck your fingers in there? Only once?”

You shook your head, moaning as he increased the pressure of his thrusts.

“Or would ya have gone right back at it..?" he teased. "Tossin’ and turnin’, tryin’ to get off again and again ‘til you finally fell asleep at four in the mornin’?"

Your cunt squeezed his cock. "M-mhm yes…I wanted you sooo bad I would've … I would've touched m-myself so many times..."

His hips snapped forward.

"So damn needy," he drawled, his fingers finding your clit, "rubbin' that pussy raw 'til your mind goes blank."

He snickered, "I’m gonna have to go round after round just to keep up with ya tonight."

You whimpered, your hips pushing back against him.

"That what ya want?” he murmured. "We can do this all damn night. Start one way, switch it up....see how much ya can take.”

His fingers flicked over your clit, and your whole body jerked.

"Maybe next I’ll roll ya over and pound ya into the mattress," he continued, voice rough and cocky against your ear. "Or maybe I’ll let ya climb on top and ride me for a while."

You clenched around him hard. Steve groaned.

"Mhm, you like that idea, don’t ya?" he hummed. "Me too. Y'know how much I love watchin’ you work for it on top."

You gasped, your breathing coming in shallow bursts. "I—I—"

"Both sound real damn good to me,” he drawled. "We're gonna be busy for a while."

"Nghh—" you gasped, your body beginning to spark with that familiar, overwhelming electricity. "I’m gonna cum—"

Steve responded by shifting his weight to drive his cock even deeper inside you, while flicking your clit in perfect circles.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, and you couldn't hold it back anymore.

Your whole body trembled violently as your inner walls convulsed, clenching around his cock so tightly it took all of Steve's mental strength not to lose his own control right then and there and spill his load.

He let out a guttural groan, his heavy chest heaving heavily against your back as he anchored you to the mattress, letting you ride out the intense, blinding waves of pleasure.

For a few long moments, the only sound was your ragged, shuddering breaths. You were completely melted against Steve, your limbs heavy and useless, your mind blissfully blank.

Steve pressed a hot, damp kiss to the sweaty skin of your neck.

"Good girl," he husked, his voice oozing with satisfaction.

He let you rest for just a second longer before he slowly began to pull out of you.

You let out a weak, wrecked whine at the sudden emptiness, your hips chasing him, pleading for him to stay inside. But his cock slipped free and Steve turned you onto your back to face him.

You were blinking up at his face before you noticed Steve had one hand wrapped around his dick. It was still rock hard, thick, aching, throbbing and soaked in your cum. There was so much of it that it coated his entire shaft, dripping down over his fingers as he started stroking himself.

You were still coming down from your first climax, but your pussy throbbed again with renewed hunger at the sight.

Steve’s eyes flicked down to your face, catching the way your lips parted and your eyes followed his thumb rubbing over the swollen tip of his cock.

He groaned quietly under his breath, clearly enjoying the feeling of his own hand and the way you were staring at him.

"Still horny, ain’t ya?" he murmured, voice thick and teasing. He stroked himself again, slower this time, from base to tip, letting you watch.

"Told ya that was just round one."

He leaned down until his face was hovering right above yours, still lazily stroking his cock between your bodies.