“Anything for you, Stevie,” you replied, your words coated in a whine as you circled your hips against him harder.

“Want you to suck me off.” Steve matched the rhythm of his hips with yours.

You chuckled, “is that it?”

Did he really need to ask? As if you hadn’t done it a hundred times over.

“No,” he laughed but there was something in it that sounded a little shy, “there’s more.”

You used your grip on his hair to pull his face back from yours. You wanted to look him in the eye.

“Tell me what you want.”

Steve let out a shaky breath as your eyes bore into his. He had that puppy dog look in his eyes. Not like he was trying to get whatever he wanted, more like he was a little sheepish about whatever it was.

“I was thinking,” he started speaking cautiously, “after I… finish, you could–“ he paused to swallow the build up of saliva in his mouth, “–feed it to me.”

You looked at him slightly confused, the feeling of him agaisnt you making your brain a little slow at processing. “What do you mean?”

Steve was really hoping you’d get the jist of it, he felt a little embarrassed having to explain it in detail.

He took in a long breath, organising the words in his head before he spoke. “After I cum in your mouth,” he said slowly, “don’t swallow it all, and then…” Steve tried to mime a feeding motion into his mouth rather than saying the words.

“You want me to spit your cum in your mouth,” you said matter of factly.

“Well when you say it like that it sounds weird.” He scrunched up his face like he was disgusted, even though what you said made his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Hey, no it doesn’t, it’s not weird,” you reassured him. “I think it’s actually kinda hot.”

“Y–you do?”

“Yeah.” You realised that through your conversation, both of you had halted your movements – you started grinding against Steve again. “But I wanna know why.”

“Why what?” Steve questioned, his hands on your hips, encouraging them.

“Why you want me to do it.”

“Does there have to be reason?”

“Well, isn’t there? There must be something that gave you the idea.”

“Hm…” He thought about it for a moment. “I guess I’m just… curious.”

You nodded your head at him in acknowledgment but also to get him to keep going.

“I can taste it a little when you kiss me after and you know how much I love the taste of you.” He stroked over your bottom lip with his thumb. “So, I wanna try me.”

“You’ve never tried to do it yourself?”

“Oh honey, I cannot bend like that.”

You gave him a playful hit on the chest. “No,” you laughed. “Not like that! I mean when you jerk off and it gets on your hand… you’ve never…” Your voice tailed off as it got lower, the image in your head of what you were describing made your hips chase some extra friction.

Steve frowned, tilting his head to the side as if you had just suggested something he had never before even considered. “No… Ha–have you?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hold back the deep whimpers building up from your core.

“Well, remind me to get you to show me that another time,” Steve smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him but there was a glint in them that told him you would do it.

“Anyways,” Steve continued. “I also think it would be super hot for you to spit in my mouth, you know, cum or no cum,” he said, his tone much more casual than before – he was relaxing into it.

You chuckled lightly at Steve. You loved when he opened up to you about his desires. When you first met Steve he was pretty vanilla, and boy did he make that your favourite flavour. But you two gradually discovered new and interesting ways to get each other off, to make love to each other, to fuck each other. It was excitingly intimate revealing those parts of you to one another.

No more than ten minutes later, you had Steve flat on his back on the bed. You had stripped him from the waist down. His shirt bunched up all the way to his arm pits from where you had explored the peaks and troughs of his chest with your delicate yet needy hands.

Your mouth moved hungrily up and down his cock. One hand griped his hip, holding it down. The other reached up his gorgeously hairy chest, massaging at his pecks. Steve’s hand held yours firm agaisnt his chest, his other hand tangled in a mess in your hair as he helped to fuck his desperate length into your warm mouth.

“Aah–oh shit–hmm, baby…”

You could already taste him, you did from the moment you first licked at his tip, precum beading at the top. The thought of giving the taste to Steve, showing him that deep part of himself, made you so wet. You could feel your needy clit throbbing between your legs as you sucked his cock into your mouth. You moaned around him as you took each inch of him, vibrating down his shaft.

“Your mouth’s so good baby, you’re doing so good, so fucking good f’me.”

Steve twitched in your mouth as he forced your head back and forth a little harder.

“Can’t last much longer, gonna cum in your pretty mouth, yeah, you gotta keep it all in there for me.”

You hummed around him in agreement.

“Hmm, just a little more–ugh…uugh–fuck–oh shit, I’m cumming.”

Even with his warning, the shock of him spurting out into your throat made you swallow a bit of him as a reflex.

Steve moved your head back so the tip of his cock was just past your lips.

“Keep it for me, please, need to taste it.”

You took as much as you could before it filled your cheeks to the brim. You pulled your head back out of Steve’s grasp.

You slowly climbed up his body. His eyes locked on yours and he looked almost scared. You gave him a raised brow as a subtle ask if this was still okay. He nodded, a small whimper escaping him as he did.

You closed the final distance, kneeling with your legs either side of his hips, closing him in. You leant over him and held his chin. He looked up at you as if you were the only thing he’d ever seen. He slowly parted his lips until his jaw hung open, waiting, wanting. His eyes flicked between your wide pupils and where you held his release inside you, a drip spilling out from the corner of your mouth like you couldn’t contain him.

Steve squirmed beneath you, you were teasing him and he knew it, denying him the thing he felt so embarrassed asking for. As if to try and break you, he extended his tongue out. Another whimper left him as he did, his eyes holding yours a little longer, pleading with you to just do it. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

You softly stroked his jaw as you held his gaze and opened your mouth to let the liquid drip out of you and into Steve’s mouth.

At the first touch on his tongue, Steve’s eye went wide, and then rolled back as he groaned. After everything had transferred to him, you spat any residual fluids forcefully into his mouth.

You watched has he closed his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed that delicious liquid. It was no doubt diluted by your own saliva, the beautiful mix of the two of you dancing on his tongue.

You lowered your hips down. Your still clothed core pressed against his still very hard cock and you rocked back and forth over it, finally getting some friction of your own. You continued watching Steve as you moved. He parted his lips again and ran his tounge over them like he was savouring every last drop.

“Did you like it?” You said, your voice low, coated in arousal – and him.

“Hmm,” Steve replied with a hum, nodding his head slowly.

The pathetic look on his face faded as a smirk grew on his glistening lips.

Suddenly Steve flipped you so you were now under him, his hips pressing hard into you as he helped you chase the feeling of him.

“Now I gotta see who tastes better.”

You scoffed at him, but it turned into a whine as he rolled his hips and his head nudged at your clit through your underwear.

“You really think you taste better than me?”

“I’ll need to get a good taste so I can compare.”

“You mean you don’t remember how I taste?” you said with exaggerated shock.

“It never hurts to be reminded…”

AN: Thank you for over 200 followers!!! Love you guys <3 I wanna write more of Steve asking you to do freaky stuff but like in a sweet way!!! Any ideas???