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“That’s it, baby” Steve hums encouragingly, his large hands settled on your hips as you rode him on the pink couch in your apartment. You were still in your baby blue sundress that was bunched up around your waist as your pussy stretched obscenely around him, your slick coating him completely. “Take what you need, sweet girl. I’m all yours.”

You mewl out his name as you roll your hips, your fingers biting into the skin of his shoulders as you grind down, your swollen clit rubbing against his public hair and making it damn near impossible to stop the desperate whimpers that were from falling from your lips.

“Look at you,” Steve groans, having to grit his teeth as he held himself back on thrusting up into you as your warm, velvety walls pulsed around his cock. The wet sounds coming from you bouncing on his cock only further added to his torture, the feeling of your arousal dripping down onto his balls had him sinking his fingertips into your flesh.

“Baby, I need to—”

The sound of the apartment door suddenly swinging open makes Steve’s heart nearly stop. Steve’s hands hold you firm, stopping your movements as for a moment, he fears the worst—someone hurting you, someone coming in and—

“Fucking hell—you guys! Seriously?! On the fucking couch?”

You let out a loud shriek, the sound of Robin’s exasperated yell pulling you from the ecstasy that you had been nearing while Steve breathes a small sigh of relief that you were not, in fact, being robbed.

“Robin!” You shriek, almost pulling yourself off Steve but his hands stop you from doing so. Your face burns, feeling as though it was almost on fire from embarrassment, completely mortified that Robin had walked in on you riding Steve on the damn couch. “What are you—how did you get a—”

Shit. Steve thought as his hands hastily pull down your dress down in an attempt to cover your modesty. He had completely forgotten to tell Robin about the flight.

“I came to water your plants,” Robin explains and when Steve catches a glimpse of her over your shoulder, he can see she was covering her eyes and the sight amuses him. Just a little bit. “Steve said you would want someone to water then while you were on vacation—dude, I swear if you told me the wrong date—”

“—I didn’t! Our flight got cancelled and I—”

“—oh god, please stop talking. I think I saw your penis and I feel sick.”

Your face shifts, from embarrassment to amusement. You can’t help it after that, you begin to laugh. Steve tries his best not to join in but one look at your face and he found that he couldn’t hold back on his own laughter.

“Sorry Robbie,” you giggle, resting your face against Steve’s shoulder in a pathetic attempt to conceal your laughter. “Could you still water the plants? The flight’s tomorrow and—”

“—no! Absolutely not. Ask literally anyone else but me!” Robin practically yells back, scrambling to find the door handle behind her with one hand still covering her eyes. “And I’m never stepping foot in this apartment ever again!”

That only makes you and Steve laugh harder and with a loud slam of the apartment door, Robin was gone. Likely scarred for the rest of her life, definitely going to tell Nancy exactly horror she witnessed when she got home.

“Well,” Steve murmurs, giving your hips a squeeze and looking up at you with a wry smile. “That could have been worse.”

Your laughter dies when Steve suddenly bucks his hips upwards, the ruddy tip of his cock hitting your cervix and making you gasp out in surprise.

“Still wanna keep going?” He asks, smiling at you like he already knew the answer.

You roll your eyes but sink yourself down onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt, your stomach tightening as you feel him deep in your gut.

“Does that answer your question?”

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“Like where?” You hum back a reply, trying to ignore the feeling bubbling up in your gut, one that made you feel every nerve in your body, one made you very aware of the wetness already pooling between your legs. “Cancun?”

Steve smiled against you before his tongue glides across the skin of your neck, causing a small whimper that you couldn’t help to slip from your lips. “Not quite.” He murmurs in a low voice, one that makes your pussy clench around nothing and your thighs to squeeze together.

That he notices. Because of course he does.

“Try again,” he hums, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin as one of his hands dips lower, running along your inner thigh and making your blood sing with want.

“Stevieee,” you breathe in a voice that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper, your head titling back to rest on his shoulder. Steve can’t help but smile at the nickname, remembering a time when it had made his skin crawl and now it made his heart soar when it fell from your lips. “Please, I need—”

He cuts you off by parting your thighs with his large hands, fingertips dragging across the skin in a slow, sensual dance that made your nipples grow taunt, made you forget about everything else that existed outside of Steve and his touch.

“Need, what?” Steve asks you in that lilting voice of his that made you feel conflicted about whether you wanted to kiss him or smack him for teasing you this early in the morning. “C’mon baby, just keep guessing. You’ll get it right.”

You huff, a little annoyed by his teasing but feeling your cunt throb in anticipation as his hands move an inch or so higher up your thigh.

“Croatia?” You offer, bottom lip pulled your teeth as Steve’s hands gently coax your thighs further apart.

Steve thinks about it, deft fingers now brushing over the damp patch that he formed in your panties from all his teasing. You whimper as they come into contact with your clothed clit, the small jolt of your body making Steve smile before he ducks his head down to suck gently at the spot on your neck that he knew drove you crazy.

“Try again, sweet girl.”

You let out a whine, unable to stop yourself because not only were Steve’s lips sucking at your skin but his skilled fingers were easing pressure on and off your clit over your panties, making your body jolt with each movement and making it difficult to think about anything other than him.

You try to think but all you could focus on was Steve and his fucking fingers, of his lips on your neck. “P-Puerto Rico?”

When he shakes his head, you could have cried. God, all you wanted was for him to touch you. All you wanted was for him to pull your panties to the side and fuck you with those thick fingers of his.

“Stevie, please—”

You couldn’t see Steve’s face but you knew he was smiling, you knew he was absolutely loving every minute this.

“No, baby, you gotta guess,” he tells you, pulling your panties to the side so he could use two long fingers to part your glistening folds. “C’mon, you’re so smart, you’ll get it.”

A soft mewl leaves your lips as Steve’s fingers glide easily through your wetness, collecting your slick and humming as he did so. Fucking tease. Heat was surging to your gut, making it near impossible to think of any vaguely coherent thoughts.

“Ha-Hawaii?” You finally gasp out, your hips pressing back against his achingly hard cock as he slowly—so very slowly—sinks two thick fingers into your sobbing cunt.

“Almost, sweet girl,” he tells you, leaning in to nip at your ear lobe as he begins to pump his fingers into your needy hole. That sensation alone was enough to have your toes curling but with every press of his fingers inside of you, he curls them, pressing the digits against your front wall and making stars burst behind your eyes. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Keep guessing, baby. You got this.”

You were a mess of moans and whimpers, the sounds coming from your soaked cunt were obscene as Steve continued to fuck his fingers into you. He can't help but cant his hips forwards, making you feel his thick, rock hard cock against your ass.

"Cost-oh!-Costa Rica?"

Steve doesn't respond right away, he's too busy plunging two fingers deep inside of you and listening to the pretty sounds that leave your lips as a result.

"Yeah, baby," Steve murmurs and the low rumble of his voice makes your velvety walls squeeze his digits, causing him to groan and seek friction against you. "You got it. Such a good girl f'me."

Those two words alone were enough to make fresh heat surge through your body. But when his thumb nudges against your swollen, puffy clit? You couldn't help the way your body convulses with pleasure, the wanton moan of Steve's name that leaves your lips and the way you were now dripping down his wrist.

"We were on the beach," Steve tells you, thumb expertly circling your clit while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. "And you were wearing this fucking bikini and it got me so fucking hard, baby. I woke up needing to have your sweet pussy wrapped around my fingers, needed to make my girl feel good.”

You could feel it, the tightening sensation in your lower belly that was heightening your senses. The smell of sex that still clung to the bedsheets from last night, the squelching sounds of your cunt as Steve's fingers disappeared inside of you, the sight of your slick dripping down onto the sheets beneath you, the feeling of Steve's cock pressed against you.

"S-Steve," you gasp out, squeezing your eyes tight shut as the feeling of him pressing his fingers against that spongey spot inside of you made the coil in your gut feel close to snapping. "I'm going to—"

But you don't get to finish, because Steve's thumb was rubbing circles over your clit and suddenly—your orgasm was crashing over you.

It was so intense. You felt it in every nerve in your body, the pleasure almost consuming you as your vision whites out and your pussy gushes around Steve's fingers, your release coating the digits and wetting the sheets beneath you.

"Fuuuuck," Steve breathes out, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his cock now so hard that it was almost painful. "That's it, pretty girl. I got you. I always got you."

You were trembling, pleasure still thrumming through you even as Steve withdraws his fingers from you.

You finally roll over to look at him then and feel heat swoop back down to your gut at the sight of Steve licking his fingers clean.

Fuck, how did you get so lucky?

Steve hums at the taste of you coating his fingers, your essence almost as sweet as honey to him. Steve's eyes stay locked with yours as he withdraws his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Tastes like heaven, baby," he tells you, lifting a hand to cup your jaw gently, a look of utter devotion on his face as he stares at you. "You're fuckin' heaven on earth, sweet girl."

You roll your eyes at his words but your face warms, the corners of your mouth twitching as you try not to smile.

"Sap."

Steve laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, his hardness pressing against your thigh and making heat pool low in your gut again.

"But I'm your sap, baby.”

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