Hahahahaha.

“Sorry!” you squeaked, slapping your hands over your eyes to give your brain a moment to reboot. And your heart a moment to return to its normal rhythm. 

“Don’t be, I’m not,” Steve teased, sending you a wink once you were done hiding and trying not to outright stare at him. “Were you waiting around for me?”

“Yes, actually,” your gaze turned shy now as you fiddled with your fingers, feeling Steve’s eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to broach whatever topic was on your mind. “You know how Jake set aside that money for me?”

“Yeah, you need to access it?”

You nodded, peeking over at Steve. “I’d really like to get some new clothes and essentials. With how quickly everything happened, and just, the craziness of that night, I didn’t do a very good job at packing, and there’s just stuff I need, and want.”

“Hey,” Steve moved across the kitchen, until he was looming over you. His hands felt so big and warm as they cupped your upper arms and gave you a gentle squeeze. “It’s your money, and you don’t need to justify using it. I’ll make sure Jensen sets you up so you have direct access to everything. "I'm sorry I didn’t think of that until now.”

“No, it’s okay! You all have been so generous.” You hesitated, biting your lower lip as your next ask teetered on the tip of your tongue. 

“Go on,” Steve encouraged with a soft smile. “I like when you ask for what you want, when you put yourself first.”

Your belly fluttered before you asked, “Do you think maybe you could take me into town to go shopping for everything I need?”

“Of course. We’ll go today–”

“Well, we don’t have to! I’m sure you’re very busy and–” your words turned into a startled squeak as Steve pressed close and kissed you quiet. 

“I’m never too busy for you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a grin. “Plus, I think it will be fun–watching you try on a bunch of clothes.” 

Your face warmed as he winked at you, but before you could respond, Lloyd appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by the talk of fashion. 

“Did someone say shopping spree? Count me in,” he declared, dropping his hands to his hips and giving a thrust. 

Steve rolled his eyes as you giggled, and Lloyd shot his superior a glare. 

“You know I have an eye for fashion,” he sniffed. Lloyd’s annoyed gaze shifted to you, and softened. “Come on, pumpkin, you want me to tag along, right? I’m the only one in this house who actually likes to shop. And we’ll get you all dolled up real fast.”

You peeked over at Steve to see if he truly looked put out at the idea of Lloyd joining in on your outing, but he just seemed amused as he met your gaze and gave a small nod. If anything, he liked that you were getting on so well with the team.

“Okay,” you smiled at Lloyd. “It will be fun.”

“You bet your sweet ass it will be fun.”

You were still buzzing from your outing earlier with Steve and Lloyd, your smile so big as you glanced at yourself in the mirror and gave a little spin. Your cute new dress flared out around your thighs, and you laughed, feeling pretty–and much more like yourself than you had in a long time. 

You’d been under your father’s thumb for so long, in every possible way, even when it came to what you wore, that you forgot how freeing–and soothing–it could be to just… be yourself, wear what made you happy and comfortable. 

It seemed such a small, meaningless thing, but you felt so happy in a way you hadn’t in years. 

So you had a little bounce in your step as you made your way to Jake’s bedroom. You were excited to spend some time with him, because out of all of the mercenaries, he seemed the most normal.

Down to earth, sweet, funny. 

Truly, Jake was just the icing on the cake of your already great day. 

You knocked on his door, and barely a second later, it swung open to reveal Jake grinning big and warm, and wearing a t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo. 

“Your shirt is so cute!” you giggled. 

“Thanks!” Jake’s grin widened as he glanced down at himself. “It’s kind of the only way I could get dressed up for you, so much of my stuff is just tac gear or novelty shirts, so…”

“I love it,” you assured him. 

“And you! Wow, you look…wow,” Jake stuttered, his eyes taking their time inching over you as you stood before him, nervously wringing your hands.

“Thank you,” you whispered, biting back a stupid smile as your eyes flickered down to your feet. 

“So, um, come in!” Jake encouraged you as he stepped back and waved you inside his room eagerly. Once you were inside and glancing around curiously, he closed the door behind you both before stepping up beside you, his gaze following to where yours was fixed.

Jake’s room as a whole was tidy, with everything in its place, but it was the small two-seater table across the room that had your eyes lighting up. 

It had been set like at a fancy restaurant; there were lit candles in the center of it, lending ambiance to the room. You weren’t sure what was in the takeout food containers set between the plates and glasses, but whatever it was smelled heavenly and had your stomach growling loud enough to make you cringe in embarrassment. 

“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled, shifting his weight beside you. “I’m starving too. You wanna eat now?”

You glanced over at him, your eyes soft as you nodded, because Jake looked just as nervous–and slightly awkward–as you. As he went to step away, you reached for him, your fingers touching his wrist, and then finding his hand so you could give it a squeeze. 

“Thank you for doing this, Jake, it’s so sweet.”

He blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, shrugging those big, round shoulders of his as he gave you a small smile. “It’s no big deal.”

“To me, it is. You’ve made me feel special.”

“You are special,” Jake returned, his brows furrowed a little, like he thought this truth was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Belly swooping, you followed Jake over to the dinner setup, giggling as he acted the gentleman and pushed in your chair for you before darting over to take his own seat across from you. 

“I hope you like Thai food? There’s this awesome restaurant a few towns over, so that’s what I got for tonight.”

You nodded eagerly, your tummy rumbling again and making Jake laugh. He was quick to serve the food, until both your plates were full and you both dove into your meals, 

chatting in between bites and learning more about each other. 

Jake told you about his sister and nieces that he missed so much, and how he always used to attend all of their soccer games. In return, you told him about your mother, and how helping her in her garden had always been your favorite way to spend time together. 

“I’m sorry you had to leave it behind,” Jake frowned, pushing his now empty plate away. “I bet that was really hard.”

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, mustering a smile and shrug so you didn’t totally kill the fun vibe that had been brewing between you. 

“Hey, I bet one day, you’ll have a new garden–your own garden–and it will be amazing!” Jake smiled, his eyes bright in a way that made you believe that he really did wish that for you. 

“Yeah, I bet you’re right,” you smiled back at him. 

You took a moment to just really take him in. His fluffy hair and bright blue eyes, his handsome features and ridiculously built body. Jake really was so handsome, but it was the kindness in his eyes that kept drawing you gaze again and again. 

It was so strange, that you had spent so much of your life despised for merely existing, and now, you were becoming surrounded by people who seemed to genuinely care for you, who looked at you like you mattered, like they wanted what was best for you. 

It was Jake’s resulting smile that made you realize you were smiling at him like a dope, and you gave an embarrassed, nervous giggle as you plucked your napkin from your lap and set it down beside your finished meal. 

“You know uh…” Jake hesitated, rubbing his hands along his thighs as he sat back in his seat. He was blushing again–rosier than before–as he continued, “We don’t have to, yanno, if you don’t want to.”

“Oh.” You blinked, straightening in your seat as your fingers fell to twist the hem of your dress. “Do you… not want to?”

“No!!” Jake said it so loudly, you both winced. “Sorry. I uh want to. Like, wow do I want to,” he emphasized, making you giggle. “But also, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything."

Feeling yourself melt at his thoughtfulness, you reached across the table, setting your hand on top of his as you met his gaze and gave him a warm smile. 

“How about we just see where the night takes us? No pressure for either of us.”

“Okay! I’d really like that.”

The two of you moved over to the small loveseat against the far wall, chatting some more. Jake told you how he had joined the team, how he felt like he was making a difference even if most people didn’t know about it, but that he also really missed his family. 

And something about how sad he looked as he muttered that confession had you leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

Jake stilled, turning to look at you with wide eyes, and you found yourself smiling as your gaze flickered to his parted lips, the plumpness of which drew you in closer and closer.

You heard Jake’s breath hitch a second before your lips met his, and then your eyes closed and your pussy fluttered at the guttural groan that rose up at the back of Jake’s throat.  

Something about how careful Jake was with touching you–his hands hesitant to frame your face–and then his thumbs gently gliding back and forth along your cheeks, it made you feel so special, so desirable and wanted. 

It had you clambering into his lap until you were straddling him, and you both pulled away from each other’s mouths long enough to exchange wide-eyed wanting looks before you were sinking into another round of sweet, frantic kisses. 

When you started to rock in his lap, seeking friction, Jake moaned, pulling back and panting as he met your floaty gaze and asked, “You wanna move over to the bed?”

He grinned as you nodded enthusiastically, the two of you nearly tripping over each other in your rush to relocate. You both fell atop the bed together, giggling and breathing heavy as Jake leaned up over you and took a moment to just look at you. 

“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers reaching out to caress along your face. “And so soft. And smell so good.” He ducked lower, tucking his face against the side of your neck and breathing in deep before exhaling a “Hnnngh,” against your skin and making you laugh. 

You continued to giggle as Jake snuffled along your neck, your fingers sinking into his hair, gently stroking the blonde locks as you told him, “You’re very sweet.”

Jake pressed a kiss against the top of your chest before pulling away, his gaze meeting yours–both eager and tentative–as he asked, “Can we take this off?” he tugged at your dress. 

“Of course,” you nodded, the two of you quickly working together to rid you of your new dress. 

“Oh god, boobs,” Jake breathed as his gaze fell to your chest, which was encased by one of your pretty new bras.

He reached for your chest without thinking–his gaze going glassy–and just a beat before he touched you, he remembered himself. Pulling up short, he gave you a sheepish grin as he asked if he could touch you. 

Feeling all fluttery that he was seeking consent, you nodded again, shyness creeping up on you as things got steamier. 

You gasped as Jake groped your tits, his hands so big against your softness, the weight of him settling over you now too as he shifted closer. 

His thumbs caught in the edge of lace cupping you, and he tugged it lower, until your nipples popped free and he could pluck at them, making you gasp and arch up into his touch. 

“This okay?” Jake asked, his voice deeper than before, huskier, as his lust-darkened gaze flickered up to yours.

“Y-yeah,” you trembled, licking your dry lips as you told him, “You can take it off if you want, my bra.”

“Hell yeah I want,” Jake nodded, his hands already moving to slip off the pretty, lacy piece. “Fucccck me, you’re so hot,” he groaned once you were bare save for your cute panties. 

His touch was firmer now as he cupped both your breasts and squeezed until you were gasping and writhing beneath him. When he dropped his head to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, you moaned, spreading your legs and rutting up against Jake’s hips, desperately seeking friction. 

Groaning, he pulled away from your tit with a wet pop before showing the other just as much attention. 

“Jake, please,” you begged, your body nearly vibrating with need now as you pawed at him. 

“Wait, I… there’s something I wanna do first, before we, yanno,” he confessed. 

Pressing your thighs together, you tried not to pout as you asked, “What?”

He blushed so hard, he resembled a tomato, as he asked, “Can I please uh fuck your tits? I just… I’ve always wanted to do that, but always felt weird asking, but you… you make me feel brave.”

“How are you being this sweet right now?” you marveled before reaching for the back of Jake’s neck and yanking him in for a very ardent kiss. “And yes, you can do that,” you whispered, too shy to say it out loud, but your pussy was leaking a small river at the idea of fulfilling one of Jake’s naughty fantasies. 

“You’re the best,” Jake grinned, nearly falling off the bed in his excitement to undress. 

You giggled, reaching out to help steady him, and then your eyes were going wide as dinner plates once Jake was completely naked and you realized just how built he was.  You swore every single one of his muscles was either bulging or defined, his body looking like that of a Greek god as he hovered over you. 

“Wow,” you breathed, reaching out to trail your fingers down Jake’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful, Jake.”

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, meeting his gaze and giving him a soft smile. “Really, really, really beautiful. Like a work of art.” 

He puffed out his chest, looking very pleased–and genuinely surprised–by your admiration. “Thanks.”

Your fingers kept trailing lower, and you bit your bottom lip as you caressed along the head of his cock, your fingers coming away sticky and covered in his pre-cum. You met Jake’s gaze as you sucked your fingers into your mouth, making a delighted sound at the briny taste of his cream.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Jake grunted, his cock twitching as he dropped a hand to grip himself. “You keep doing stuff like that, and I’m not gonna last long at all.”

“Well then you better hurry up and get to the good stuff, huh?” you grinned at him. 

In the back of your mind, you were surprised at yourself–at how playful you were being, how teasing–but something about Jake made you feel confident. Maybe it was the way he had this genuine air of awe for you–to be with you–but it made you feel sexy. 

And it made you want to make him feel good, too. Really good. 

So you didn’t even cringe or shy away at all as you cupped your breasts and held them together in offering. 

“Ohhh my god, it’s happening,” Jake whispered, his gaze glossing over and his lips parted and he moved to straddle your torso. 

His gasp when he pressed his hard, warm cock between the softness of your tits was so wrecked already that it had you gushing into your panties, squirming beneath him as you stared up and watched–mesmeraized–as Jake began to gently rut against your chest. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned as you pressed your curves around him more firmly, increasing the pressure around his cock, until his head was dropping back in ecstasy, and he lost himself to his pleasure. 

When his tempo increased, his rhythm starting to falter, you found yourself sticking out your tongue, trying your best to catch the flushed, leaking crown of Jake’s cock on his next thrust. 

At the first feel of your tongue lapping at his head, Jake’s eyes shot open, his head darting up, his gaze big and shocked and so turned on as you did it again, then again. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, curling over you and gripping the headboard as he stilled. 

“You can,” you told him, “I don’t mind, I want you to.”

“Wanna cum inside you,” Jake whispered, staring down at you in awe. “And I wanna make you cum, too.”

“So do it.” 

Laughing at your cheeky grin, Jake scrambled away from you, then on top of you properly, not even asking–not that you minded–as he yanked off your underwear and carelessly tossed them behind him. 

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed once his fingers dragged along your slit and found you soaked and messy for him. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Well, you put on quite the show, Jakey,” you grinned shyly at him. 

“Yeah?” he looked very chuffed that you found all of this–found him–as sexy as he found you. 

“Mmmhmm, now please, I’m so worked up,” you whined, spreading your legs wider. “I think I’ll cum without any real effort at all.”

“Thank god two point oh, because I’m ready to blow,” Jake laughed, sinking down between your thighs and lining himself up. 

You both moaned as he drove into you slowly. The sharp gasp was spilling past your lips before you even realized it, because Jake was so thick. Like, yes, you had seen he had a very impressive cock, but to feel it inside of you, stretching your inner walls to their limits... 

It had your head falling back on a ragged, “Oh my god!” as Jake finally bottomed out with a primal grunt and a sharp rut for good measure. 

“You feel incredible,” he panted, dropping his forehead to yours. 

You fluttered wildly at his praise, making him moan and rock against you in response.  

“Oh god, I’m really not gonna last, please don’t judge me,” Jake laughed nervously, but he looked a little panicked as his chest heaved and he tried to remain very very still. 

Concentrating less on how desperate you were to cum, and more on Jake–on his momentary insecurity–you opened your eyes and met his gaze without wavering. Cradling his cheek with your palm, you gave him a soft smile. 

“Jake, I never would. You’ve been amazing, in so many ways,” you assured him. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll be right there with you, so, let’s just… do this thing.” 

Snickering, Jake dropped the rest of his weight on top of you, making you murmur in approval as he curled one of his arms over the top of your head and began to fuck you. 

You moaned on his very first thrust, arching up against him as you begged him to go, “Harder, faster, please!”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he started to pound into you. 

You keened as he hit a spot that had your body lighting up in a brand new way, making a choked squeal of a sound as you cried, “Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop!” 

Hnnnghing against your sweaty neck, Jake doubled down, fucking you like you wanted and having enough functioning brain cells left to dig his free hand between your bodies so he could rub your clit to hopefully push you to the edge before he himself fell over it. 

You gasped at the added stimulation, your eyes slamming shut as you felt that delightful build up start deep in your core. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted, your hips rocking and rising to meet the thrust of Jake’s cock, your words dying away into unintelligible gasps and cries as you got closer and closer to your climax. 

“Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, Jesus Christ,” Jake’s string of curses and nonsense, along with the way he was relentlessly plowing into you now, rocking the whole bed as he desperately sought his own orgasm–found so much pleasure in your very willing body–it tipped you right over that glorious ledge. 

You came with a sharp, ragged cry, each and every muscle in your body locking up tight as your pussy went wild–fluttering and clenching so hard it sent Jake rocketing over the edge right after you. 

You were still riding the wave of your pleasure as you felt Jake cum inside you, his spend a thick, warm gush that made you moan and flutter all over again as you squirmed beneath him. 

“Fuccccck,” Jake groaned against your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to have you whimpering and clenching around him until he was babbling as you milked his cock of every last drop of cum. 

The two of you clung to each other tightly, both breathing hard–like you had just run a marathon together–as Jake sank against you, feeling just as boneless as you yourself felt. 

There was a long, pleasant stretch of silence as the two of you took your time coming down from your highs. You were nearly dozing with your lips tilted into an almost smile as Jake nuzzled against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin like he was wordlessly thanking you for making him feel so good. 

“I have one more surprise for you,” he eventually murmured, his head popping up as he looked as mussed and wrecked as you were sure you yourself looked right about now. 

“You do?” you smiled like a dope. “I hope it’s close by so we don’t have to move because I don’t think my legs will work after that.”

Laughing, Jake shook his head, pouting a little as he broke the bad news that, “We have to walk just a little, but not far, I promise. And I’ll shoulder your weight so you barely need to walk at all.”

“My hero,” you giggled tiredly, groaning as Jake finally pulled away from you before helping you out of bed. 

You didn’t even feel self-conscious to be naked and leaking his cum, still feeling nothing but giddy and satisfied as you curled close to Jake’s side and allowed him to lead you just a few feet away to the closed bathroom door. 

And when he opened it, he stole your breath away yet again, because awaiting you in the small space was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the sink counter, and a bath tub rim decorated with candles and rose petals, setting the mood for what you knew would be a relaxing, luxurious bath. 

“Oh my god, Jake! You’re so sweet! I can’t believe you did this for me!” 

His smile was shy as he led you over to sit on the edge of the tub before kneeling beside it and cranking on the water. You watched as he doctored the steamy rush with a bubble bath that smelled incredible, and once the tub was perfect for soaking, Jake took your hand and helped you settle in.   

“Join me?” you asked hopefully. 

“Actually,” Jake looked the shyest you had seen yet. “If it’s okay, I’d really like to bathe you.”

You blinked at him, your shyness creeping up again at that, but you couldn’t help the small smile that curled your lips as you sank back against the porcelain with a quiet, “Okay.” 

“Yeah?” Jake perked up, looking more hopeful and less shy as you met his gaze. 

“Yeah.” 

Smiling, he settled on his knees, reaching for a colorful loofah and pouring some body wash onto it. “I know I’m not as suave or experienced as the others,” he confessed. “But I just… I want you to feel appreciated. And beautiful, because you are.”

Feeling your belly flutter, you caught Jake’s free hand, twining your fingers together as you replied, “I feel both of those things, Jake, thanks to you.”

And it was the truth. 

You felt beautiful, appreciated, and so very, very cared for as Jake gently began to wash you, looking so focused and intent as he drew the loofah over your skin, and lulled you into a state of utter, boneless bliss.

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He hadn’t done anything more than present you with a very see through negligee and told you to change so you looked as pretty as he’d been fantasizing about, but you didn’t think he’d have the same gentle patience and soft touch as Steve, or the kind of calm confidence that would make you feel safe and grounded like Curtis.

No, as you stood before Lloyd now, unable to meet his gaze as he slowly circled you like a hungry predator gearing up for the feast of his life, you were just plain old nervous.

Too lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize that Lloyd had moved away, retreating to sit on the foot of his bed. 

“Come here, doll face.” 

You startled at his voice, eyes wide as your head snapped up and you met his smoky gaze. He seemed simply delighted by your deer in headlights demeanor, shooting you a wicked grin as he patted his thick thigh in invitation. 

As you hedged closer, he nodded toward you, his eyes drifting over the length of your barely clad body. 

“Do you like it?” he purred. 

You swallowed as you stood right before him now, glancing down at the lacy lingerie because it seemed less daunting than trying to hold Lloyd’s hungry gaze. 

“Um, it’s very pretty, thank you.”

“It’s sexy, just like you.”

“Oh my goodness, I’m not sexy,” you denied that claim without even thinking, feeling your face burn as you hugged yourself to try to hide, just a little.  

Lloyd groaned, licking his lips as he rumbled, “Fuck, you know how long it’s been since I’ve fucked a shy cupcake like you?” 

He reached for you, tugging you into his lap and grinning as you squeaked at the sudden movement as you sprawled against him, your wide eyes darting to his.

“M’gonna eat you alive,” he hummed against your temple, his nose skimming along your skin before he pressed a shockingly innocent kiss to your very warm cheek. 

You squealed as Lloyd suddenly turned and manhandled you to the center of the bed. He urged you up a little further, positioning you on your hands and knees before he was  pressing a large, warm palm between your shoulders and easing your head down. 

“Relax, pumpkin,” he cooed at you, feeling the tension in your body as he shifted closer. 

He touched you with both hands then, taking his time as he mapped your body and the thin fabric keeping a majority of your skin from his. Lloyd massaged your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the knots holding most of your tension, and you could only moan in surprise at how good it felt, your body going more and more pliant the longer he touched you. 

“Good girl,” he purred, his hands falling away from your shoulders to cup your sides. 

You gasped as he reached around you to palm your breasts, giving them a firm grope that had you mewling as you squirmed before him.

“Fuck, you’re such a responsive thing. I’ve barely touched you, and look at how needy you are already.”

Whining, you buried your face into the blanket, your face flooding with another wave of warmth as Lloyd let out a raspy laugh behind you. 

Still, despite his teasing, you sensed there wasn’t anything mean or malicious about it. If anything, he sounded truly pleased by your reactions to him. 

That’s about as far as your brain got with thinking before you felt Lloyd easing your negligee up, until it pooled along your upper back. You shivered at the cool air of the room, or maybe it was the way that Lloyd’s fingers were curling against the sides of your panties. 

He tugged them down, maneuvering one of your legs and then the other until he could pull them off you completely. Even though you couldn’t see him in your current position, you could hear the way Lloyd inhaled deeply before giving the kind of primal, obscene groan that had your pussy fluttering wildly as you realized he’d just sniffed your panties.

A beat later, you felt him shift behind you on the bed. Then his hands were back on you, sliding up the back of your thighs and rounding the curve of your ass. Lloyd gave another groan as he palmed an ass cheek in each hand before tugging them apart and giving them a lewd jiggle.

“God damn, you’ve got a body on you, cupcake.”

Laughing at your muffled embarrassed whine, Lloyd pressed a kiss to the small of your back, then to each of your ass cheeks. He shoved your legs as wide as they could go before his tongue was on your cunt, dragging up along your slit in a broad stroke that had you keening and rocking forward on the bed. 

Humming at the taste of you, Lloyd lapped at your clit, chuckling into your folds as you squeaked and squealed some more as you writhed as his sudden lustful onslaught. 

“What a tasty pussy you have,” he cooed, thumbing your folds apart so he could tongue at your drippy hole. “M’gonna make you ride my face one night, you just wait. But not tonight, cupcake. We gotta save some stuff for later so we have something to look forward to.”

And then he stopped talking and started eating your cunt with relish.

You’d never been in such an open, vulnerable position. All you could do was writhe and rock and keen as Lloyd devoured your pussy like he’d been waiting his entire life to get his mouth on you.

He wasn’t shy about it either, slurping and groaning, his fingers joining in to tease your clit until you were begging him to make you cum and he was tutting, “Not yet, you don’t get to cum until it’s around my cock,” into your messy folds before going at you all over again. 

You were genuinely teary after what felt like the umpteenth time Lloyd denied you of your orgasm, shoving back against him with a pitiful whine as his tongue dipped just inside your needy hole before dancing away again. 

“Please! Please!”

“Such a needy and messy cupcake,” Lloyd teased, rubbing at your sopping, slick-smeared cunt with his entire hand before giving it a smack. 

You shrieked as pleasure!pain zipped from your clit through the rest of you, feeling your insides flutter and yearn for more as Lloyd nuzzled along your thighs before skimming his lips higher.

The next time you felt his tongue, it was lapping at your virgin rosebud, and you yelped as you jerked forward, trying to clamp your legs closed against that.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Lloyd laughed, wrenching your legs wide once more before he tongued at your tightest hole until you were moaning and sagging against the bed in supplication. “Thatta girl.”

He continued to kiss and tongue at your asshole, his fingers straying back to your swollen clit to reward you with some rubs and swirls that had you whining again–babbling for more–as you rocked back against him. 

“Fuck,” Lloyd groaned, giving your rosebud a final lick before he was rising up behind you. “You’ve got me so hard, it hurts. C’mere, cupcake, time to return the favor.”

Your entire body was trembling with need, your skin slick with sweat and your brain foggy as you eased up to your hands and knees and looked over to Lloyd with glossy eyes. 

He was in the middle of undressing, and completely shameless about it as he bared his ridiculously fit body and all of those finely toned muscles that you couldn’t help but ogle. 

When your dazed gaze returned to his, he was grinning big and proud before shooting you a wink and shucking off his boxer briefs before standing before you completely naked. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide as his hand fell to take his big, hard cock in hand. “C’mere, cupcake. Get on your knees for me, I want that pretty mouth on my cock.”

Your lips parted in surprise, nerves fluttering through your chest even as your pussy fluttered for an entirely different reason. Eyeing his thick length with uncertainty, you gingerly moved closer to him before easing off of the bed and sinking to your knees between his spread legs. 

“I-I’ve never…” you trailed off, shyly humiliated as you confessed the level of your inexperience to Lloyd. 

“Well isn’t it my lucky day?” he grinned at you, winking as you shyly peeked up at him from beneath your lashes. “No need to be embarrassed. We all start somewhere, and I’ll coach you through it.”

And Lloyd did just that, urging you closer as he continued to slowly stroke and squeeze his cock as you got an up close view of the way the crown of it dribbled with beads of pre-cum. 

“Go on, have a taste. Fair’s fair.”

It felt like your face was on fire, but you couldn’t seem to stop your body from swaying forward, your wide eyes mesmerized by the sight of Lloyd’s cock, the way the vein at the underside bulged and a new wave of pre-cum overflowed, just for you. 

Tentatively, you pressed your hands to his thighs to give you proper balance, your eyes flickering to Lloyd’s and finding his gaze so dark it looked black as he aimed his cock your way and gave a gravelly hum of encouragement. 

Unable to look away from his searing gaze, you hesitated for a brief second before you were lapping at the head of his cock with your tongue, and tasting the salty brine of his cream exploding all along your taste buds.

“Fuccccck me sideways,” Lloyd groaned, his head dropping back for a beat before he was once again eyeing you up like he wanted to eat you alive. “Do that again.”

You did, allowing your tongue to linger this time. And then your curiosity got the best of you–and overrode your nerves entirely–as you reached for his cock with trembling fingers. 

You took a moment to allow your soft touch to glide up and down the stiff length of him, then your thumb was tracing that bulging vein and your pussy was fluttering and clenching as you wondered if you’d feel it once he started to fuck you. 

Lloyd groaned out a shaky breath as your hand encircled his shaft, his own hands falling away to grip the edge of the bed as you started to slowly stroke up and down. 

“That’s it, get it a little wet too. Spread my pre-cum around and use your spit if you have to.”

Cheeks blazing, you did as he said, smearing his pre-cum up and down his shaft before letting your saliva pool on your tongue and licking your way up his cock, then doing it again, and again, until his erection was shining with your spit and your hand could glide easier along the length of him now. 

“Yessssss,” Lloyd moaned, his hips rutting into your grip as he panted, “Grip it firmer now, you won’t hurt me. It’ll feel fucking divine.” 

Following Lloyd’s direction, you gripped him more firmly, moving your hand up and down a little faster now and watching as his defined ab muscles flexed and jumped as he moaned without shame. 

He didn’t even need to tell you to use your mouth some more, you wanted to. You wanted to see what it felt like to have the weight of his cock on your tongue, and you were dying to see how he’d react, too. So you leaned forward, guided his cock to your lips, and parted them around it before easing him into your mouth.

“Hnnnngh,” Lloyd husked, his hand shooting out to grip the back of your neck, just resting there as you slowly started to bob your head and suck him off. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re a natural.”

A wave of pride swelled within you, even as a wave of slick gushed from between your legs, and you worked Lloyd’s cock with your mouth more enthusiastically before pulling away to catch your breath. 

You wiped the pool of spit from the side of your mouth, leaning back in to tongue at the head of him. You took just the tip of him into your mouth, suckling on it gently before licking the new drops of pre-cum from his head, ready to draw him back into your mouth when Lloyd gripped your shoulder and told you to ease up. 

Looking concerned, you pulled away immediately, but Lloyd was grinning at you, his cheeks flushed and his nostrils flaring. 

“I did okay? It was…good?” you asked hopefully. 

“So good I almost blew my load down that pretty throat of yours, but I’d rather fill that sweet cunt with my cream instead.” Lloyd waggled his eyebrows at you, grinning wider as you visibly squirmed in response to his words. 

“Come on, you’re gonna ride me until we both cum.” Lloyd slid back on the bed and stretched out. 

He patted his lower pelvis before tucking his hands behind his head and waiting for you to hop to. 

Feeling shy all over again, you slowly followed suit, pausing beside him on the bed before your eyes fell to his hard cock that was pressed against his belly. 

God, you really wanted to feel it inside of you. 

The thought overtook your mind entirely, and you were like a moth mesmerized by a flame as you carefully straddled Lloyd’s hips before reaching for his cock. You rose up on your knees, guiding him between your legs and gently dragging him against your soaked folds.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Lloyd encouraged you on a gritty rasp as you moaned and rubbed his cock against your aching clit. “Fill up that needy hole so I can fuck you like we both need.”

Once again, you did exactly as Lloyd directed, guiding his hard cock to your entrance and slowly easing down on him little by little. 

Lloyd wasn’t so casual now, his hands reaching to grip your hips and his eyes glued to wear your pussy swallowed his cock, inch by inch. He didn’t rush you though, enjoying the way you took your time, the way you kept letting out sharp gasps and little, “Oh”s each time you thought you reached your limit but realized you could take more. 

By the time you were settling against him, and he was buried to the hilt, his fingers were digging into your flesh so hard it hurt, and you were whining at being so full and needing so much more still. 

You started moving of your own volition, first just rocking against Lloyd, writhing as your cunt clenched and fluttered around him. You barely noticed when he reached up and tugged off your negligee, baring your naked body to him completely. 

He palmed both your tits and gave them a squeeze, plucking sharply at your hard nipples and making you squeak before he once again gripped your hips in his hands and encouraged your eager movements. 

“Rise up a little, cupcake, let me fuck this tight cunt.”

Moaning, you pressed your hands to Lloyd’s firm stomach for balance, easing up before sinking back down on his cock with a delighted keen. 

“Fuck, that’s it, keep going,” he groaned. 

Soon, you were bouncing on Lloyd’s cock so enthusiastically that he could barely keep up with you. 

It felt so good, the way he filled you up over and over again, his cock thrusting so deep in your pussy, making your insides clench and release, grip and flutter. But still, it wasn’t quite enough to get you there. 

“Please, I need…I need…more,” you whined, exhaustion slowly seeping its way through your body even as you desperately yearned for release.

“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” Lloyd hummed. 

He gathered you against him, arranging you so you were laying on top of him, chest to chest. Then he planted his feet on the bed and began to pound into you, making you squeal and moan and keen his name. 

The sound of skin clapping filling the room, but that wasn’t the only sound ringing out around you. You could hear how absolutely soaked your pussy was, the way it squelched each and every time Lloyd’s cock shoved its way inside you. 

Moaning without shame, you rutted against the eager, relentless thrusts of Lloyd’s cock, digging your hand between your bodies to rub your clit. Just as your thighs started to shake, Lloyd’s hand eased around the curve of your ass. 

You felt his touch dip between your legs, and then his slick-covered finger was suddenly at your asshole, pushing against the tight ring of muscle that had never been breached before.

You squealed at the unexpected intrusion, gasping as Lloyd’s thick finger began to fill your ass. He fucked you with it in time with his cock pounding into your pussy without relent, and before you could fully process the fact that both of your holes were being filled now, you were cumming so hard, you nearly blacked out. 

Your keen of release was loud and ragged, your body clenching and releasing over and over again as bliss speckled along every inch of your body from head to toe. 

Vaguely, you were aware of Lloyd reaching his own release, gasping as you felt him shove into you hard and deep and give shallow ruts as he pumped you full of his cum with a throaty, wordless drone.

As he went still and boneless beneath you with a satisfied groan, you just laid atop him–dead weight–as you panted and trembled with stray aftershocks as you clung to him. 

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt Lloyd gently thumb away the trail of tears along your cheek. 

“You okay, pumpkin?”

At the sound of his genuine concern–which was like another little shock all by itself–you tilted your face up, blinking owlishly as you tried to string together a sentence. You nodded instead, words still lost to you, but Lloyd’s responding smile was soft and warm and had your insides fluttering for a different reason now. 

“Goddamn, you’re a fantastic lay.” He laughed as you shyly buried your face against his chest to hide, gently petting your head in a way that had you sinking against him more and more, your body so pleasantly pliant now. 

Once you started to yawn and struggled to keep your eyes open, you sighed, peeking up at Lloyd. 

You had done what you had come here to do, and even though you were learning that you enjoyed affection after sex–needed it to reground after being so vulnerable–you weren’t sure if Lloyd was into that or wanted company now that the deed had been done.

Even though your stomach sank as you did so, you murmured out a quiet, “Do you…want me to go now?”

“Fuck no,” Lloyd answered immediately, looking a little offended by your question. At your reticent look, he softened, giving you a small smile. “We’re gonna get you all cleaned up and then you’re warming my bed tonight, cupcake. Don’t tell anyone, but even exceptionally scary!hot mercenaries like to cuddle.”

The giggle was spilling from your lips before you could help it. Feeling relief, and something more–something soft and needy in a different way–you couldn’t help but ask, “Can I kiss you? Please?”

Something in Lloyd’s twinkling gaze warmed exponentially, and he was sporting his own soft smile as he murmured, “Yeah you can. Get over here.”

Gripping your bare ass in his hands, Lloyd hefted you up his body, tipping his face back and catching your lips with his before he kissed you with the kind of desire–for just this, just tasting you in a more innocent way–that had what felt like a million tiny butterflies taking flight in your belly. 

Murmuring wordlessly, you sank against him more fully, framing Lloyd’s face in your hands and losing yourself to his kisses. To each and every press of his lips against yours, to every stroke and tease of his talented tongue. 

Until getting cleaned up–and ending this moment between you, this gentle intimacy that you craved so much–was the furthest thing from your mind. 

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Their conversation paused abruptly at your appearance, and you felt your face warm to be on the receiving end of so many knowing gazes, but luckily Curtis spoke up, breaking the awkward tension after just a quick beat. 

“Steve’s finishing up breakfast,” he nodded to the kitchen doorway. “Go get yourself a plate before it’s all gone.”

Despite the way you couldn’t see Steve at the moment, you could hear him, or rather the faint sound of him whistling a jaunty tune as he cooked.

“You have him in there whistling while he works, cupcake,” Lloyd’s smile was wolfish. “You must have a magical pussy to have disappeared the stick from up his ass after just one night.”

Your gaze fell away shyly as Jensen choked on his eggs and Curtis glared at Lloyd from across the table. 

“Oh please,” Lloyd rolled his eyes at Curtis’ death glare. “You’re all fucking thinking it, too.”

“That’s not the only thing I’m thinking about,” Robert’s gravelly voice purred. 

When you glanced over at him, he touched his tongue to his teeth and gave you the kind of blatant onceover that had all of your hair standing on end. 

Suppressing an eep of overwhelm, you still mustered a genuine smile for all of them, meeting Curtis’ warm gaze and feeling your cheeks reignite as he winked at you, before you darted past the table and scurried into the kitchen. 

Steve looked over his shoulder at the sound of your arrival, his smile warm–and his eyes more so–as he drew you close with his free hand and kissed the crown of your head. 

“Good morning, sweetheart. I made you up a plate,” he told you, pulling your plate of food from the oven and handing it off to you. “Don’t be shy to ask for more, okay?”

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, in awe of the way just being in Steve’s presence could make you feel so good. 

So happy. 

So safe.

Realizing you were staring and grinning at him like a weirdo, you quickly dropped your eyes to your plate, cradling it between your hands. 

You only had a moment to dwell in embarrassment before Steve stepped close again, kissing your cheek before murmuring his encouragement for you to go eat your breakfast with the team, promising he’d join you all in just a minute. 

You tried not to squirm too much as you stood near the foot of Curtis’ bed. 

The seemingly quiet one of the group was looming close, taking his time as he slowly circled you. Something about the way he was taking inventory of you was both predatory and savoring, and it had your body thrumming in anticipation as Curtis finally stopped to stand before you once more. 

You nervously peeked up at him from beneath your lashes, finding his gaze dark and avid as he eyed you up some more, and shamelessly so as you stood before him in your nightgown.

It was long and much more cutesy than sexy, and the longer you stood there with Curtis silently observing you, the more embarrassed you grew about your outfit of choice, and the way it had a dumb ruffle along the top of your chest and little flowers littering the soft fabric.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, twisting your fingers together in front of you as you dropped your gaze to the floor. 

“Why?”

You plucked at your nightgown. “It’s all I had, I just…know it’s probably not what you’re used to.”

Without your permission, your eyes strayed to Curtis once more, and now you were the one taking inventory. 

He was tall and lean, his shoulders broad, the muscles beneath his black henley and cargo pants obvious. His skin was pale, his beard and shorn hair nearly black, and his eyes - they were the lightest blue you had ever seen, and despite their icy color, they kindled with the opposite of coldness as he watched you.

Somehow, you just knew, that someone who looked like Curtis, who had such an air of danger and intimidation about him–of confidence, too–didn’t often find himself locked away in a bedroom with a near virgin who couldn’t stop fucking squirming. 

“You probably prefer your women sexy,” you babbled suddenly, your eyes widening at your own verbal diarrhea that you couldn’t seem to stop. “Like, sex pots or something. Confident, like you. I dunno. You just…seem experienced?” Curtis' mouth twitched, and you couldn’t tell if it was in an almost smile or an almost scowl, and it only made you more nervous–and regretful–as you hurried to assure him, “But not in a bad way. I just…” 

You swallowed hard, your frantic gaze darting from him and flickering around the room before landing on the trunk against the far wall and how it was piled high with medical supplies. 

Oh god, you thought as your breath hitched and you once again found yourself word vomiting the panicked thoughts racing through your mind. 

“Are you…into like, rough stuff? Sex wise?” your face flamed as your stomach fluttered with fear at the thought. “Like the kind of stuff that will hurt?”

Frowning in confusion, Curtis followed your gaze, and his eyes twinkled as realization hit. “I’m a corpsman, well, was.”

You blinked at him, uncomprehending. 

“Like a medic, in the marines,” Curtis elaborated. 

“Oh,” you squeaked, mortified that you had been so wildly off base. “I guess that makes more sense, the team needs someone to patch them up, right?”

“Right,” Curtis hummed, stepping closer and purposefully moving into your line of vision. His hand reached for you, and he touched one solitary finger beneath your chin and tilted your face up until your gaze met his. “And you’re right about something else too - I haven’t really been with many women who are as…innocent as you.”

An embarrassed kind of shame washed over you at that, but when you tried to glance away, Curtis’ grip on your chin grew firm, holding your head in place, keeping your gaze on him. 

“Which is why I can’t fucking wait to eat you alive, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened as your pussy clenched hard at the husky purr to Curtis’ words. His eyes seemed to dance at you despite the way the rest of his features remained stoic. He watched you for a moment longer before his knuckles caressed along your cheek–a touch so surprisingly soft it had your breath catching–and then he released his grip on you and stepped back. 

“As cute as this is,” he said, tugging on the collar of your nightgown. “I want you to take it off.” 

“Okay,” you whispered shakily, your eyes wide as you moved to do as Curtis instructed. 

He took your nightgown from your grip once you pulled it over your head, draping it over a nearby chair before he caught your wrist just as you raised your arm to cover your bare breasts. 

“No hiding, not from me,” he rumbled. “Lose the panties, too.”

Your pussy fluttered wildly at his directive, and you could only nod in agreement–a silent promise to obey him–before shimmying out of your underwear and kicking them away. 

Curtis resumed his loose grip on your wrist, turning toward the small loveseat across from the foot of the bed and leading you over to it. He sat down, his legs naturally spreading as he tugged you close. “C’mere.” 

He seemed pleased as you immediately, and carefully, straddled his lap, your breath coming in quick, shallow bursts now as you found yourself perched on Curtis’ thighs completely naked while he was still fully dressed. 

Vulnerability rose up within you, and you had to once again stop yourself from your natural instinct to cover yourself and hide. But along with that vulnerability, you felt something else stir within you - excitement.

Because right now, Curtis really did look like he wanted to eat you, if his much darker than before gaze that wouldn’t leave your bare body was anything to go by. And you had a feeling that you’d really, really like it if he did. 

Despite the sinful promise in Curtis’ gaze, he surprised you when he let his hands fall down to his sides and away from your body altogether. 

“I want you to touch yourself,” he murmured, that twinkle back in his eyes when he watched your own gaze grow big.

“Uh,” you squirmed in his lap. “When you say ‘touch yourself’--”

“I want to watch you play with your pussy. So put those little fingers of yours to good use and get your cunt all wet and sloppy for me, so I can clean you up with my mouth before filling you with my cock and making you messy all over again.”

“Oh boy,” you breathed, feeling your nipples tighten into hard peaks as your pussy throbbed its delighted anticipation. “This is escalating very quickly.”

“Go on.”

Touching a hand to your chest, you took a deep breath before slowly dropping it lower. You froze as it hovered between your legs. 

Once again, you found yourself shyly peeking up at Curtis from beneath your lashes as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

“I’ve never…done anything like this,” you whispered. 

“There’s a first time for everything,” Curtis teased. “Go on, put on a pretty show for me, like a good girl.”

You shivered, something about being called a “good girl” melting away the resistance in your brain, and before you knew it, your fingers were shyly trailing along your slit before they found your little nub and gave it a few rubs. 

When you gasped and rocked your hips, Curtis hummed another, “Good girl,” his hands finally lifting to frame your hips and keep you safe in his lap as you began to move with more enthusiasm. “Keep going, I want you soaked for me.”

Between Curtis watching you so hungrily, and your own bold actions–and intimate touch–you were well on your way to soaked for him. The very thought had a quiet moan bubbling up your throat and spilling past your lips. 

Curtis grunted in response, and having such an effect on him, being here with him like this, it bolstered your confidence in a way you’d never felt before. The last of your reservations faded away entirely as your head dropped back and your eyes closed as you sank two fingers into your cunt and felt yourself clench around them. 

You rutted into your own touch, nearly bouncing in Curtis’ lap and distantly aware of the way his grip on your hips tightened–more groping than holding now–as your body writhed atop him. 

You had touched yourself before, of course, but it had never felt this good, this exciting. You knew it was because Curtis was there to bear witness to your sinful endeavor, demanded it of you, really, but still…your own fingers weren’t quite doing it for you. 

When your eyes fluttered open, they met Curtis’ knowing gaze, and you couldn’t help but pout at him. Just as you went to drop your free hand between your legs to find your clit and work yourself closer to orgasm, Curtis shook his head, growling a quiet, “No. No cumming yet.”

You froze, and he leaned closer, his next words a warm wash against your parted lips. 

“Let me have a taste.”

Your chest hitched at his request, but your body was obeying it before your mind could even think to resist. You pulled your hand from between your legs, getting a glimpse of your own shiny fingers before Curtis caught your wrist and pulled your hand close. 

His eyes smoldered at you as he sucked your fingers into his mouth, groaning as the taste of your arousal coated his tongue. 

You couldn’t help but gasp as you felt Curtis’ tongue brush against your messy fingers, lapping up all of your sticky juices before he was pulling back with a quiet pop.

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you breathed, squirming closer to Curtis.

He watched you for a moment, and then he moved so quickly–so unexpectedly–that you squealed and clung to him as he rose from the loveseat, relocating you both over to the bed in the blink of an eye. 

Your head was still spinning–and your pussy pulsing in need–as he quickly undressed. Once Curtis was as naked as you, he pushed you up the bed, shoved your legs open as wide as they could go, and dove in.                                     

A ragged keen spilled from your lips as Curtis tongued up the cut of you before sucking on your clit hard. He kept one hand on your inner thigh, holding your legs open as his other arm settled over your hips to keep you in place. 

He was much more feral than Steve as he ate you out, groaning into your folds and shoving his tongue into your drippy hole. He fucked you that way for a long moment before his tongue was retreating and swirling it’s way up to your clit. 

Whining Curtis’ name, you writhed against him, your hands gripping his head now as your hips rocked against his face and every logical thought in your brain melted away one by one. 

You rode out your first orgasm against Curtis’ face, bucking against him and feeling his beard prickle all along your sensitive flesh, adding to the myriad of sensations lighting up your body from head to toe.

He barely let you catch your breath before he was focusing on your clit now, tugging back the hood of your mound and alternating between broad, lapping licks and the kind of relentless flicks of his tongue that had your eyes rolling back in your head as he tore another orgasm–then another–from your trembling body.

By the time you came for the fourth time–with Curtis’ tongue inside of you and his thumb circling your swollen, oversensitive clit–you were trembling so hard you felt like you could no longer control your own body. Gasping for breath, you became aware of the tears streaming from your eyes down to your temples, and whined pathetically once Curtis pulled his tongue from your channel and lapped his way up your wet, sticky folds. 

“Please, wait,” you begged as his tongue touched your clit once more and you tried to twist away from him. “Please, I’m sorry.”

At the wrecked wobble of your voice, Curtis finally relented, easing his hold on you and gently petting up your sides as he kissed his way up your belly before hovering over you, face to face. “Don’t be sorry.” 

Your lashes fluttered as Curtis kissed the tip of your nose, and you suddenly found yourself desperate for that kind of touch. 

Something just a little bit softer, and a little less wicked.

“It’s just, a lot,” you whispered, clinging to Curtis’ sides as he continued to rain soft kisses all over your face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. 

You shook your head so quickly that when your eyes fluttered open once more and found his, Curtis’ own gaze was twinkling with warmth and something else you couldn’t quite place. 

“Can you please kiss me, for real?” you asked. 

Curtis’ face softened and he drifted closer, his eyes flickering to your lips as he hummed, “Yeah, I can do that.”

Your belly swooped as Curtis’ big, rough hand slid against your cheek, gently cradling your face as he dipped even closer. His thumb caressed along your skin, his nose knocking yours, and then he was tilting his face and pressing his lips to yours. 

Curtis kissed you slowly, thoroughly, taking his time as his lips got acquainted with yours. You sighed as you kissed him back eagerly, your arms curling around his neck and pulling him even closer as he deepened the kiss and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

He didn’t stop tasting you until you were a pliant puddle beneath him, and chasing his retreat despite the way you could barely catch your breath. You clung to him, your gaze glossy, and Curtis’ nostrils flared as he pressed flush against you, groaning as his hard cock jutted against your soft belly. 

“God, you’re so fucking sweet. I need to be inside you,” he rumbled, and you could only nod silently, your own desire just as desperate as his, and the only thing you could focus on now.

Pulling away, Curtis urged you over onto your belly. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at him, probably looking as unsure as you felt because he was quick to reassure you.

“Just relax, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Gonna make us both feel good.” 

The press of his lips to your bare shoulder had you shivering and sinking against the mattress. Much like Steve, there was something about Curtis that had you trusting him on instinct. As he shifted behind you, straddling the back of your thighs, his big hands gave your ass a grope before smoothing up your spine and giving your shoulders a firm rub, encouraging the release of more and more tension from your body. 

Once you were pliant beneath him, you felt him moving again. He urged your left leg up, until your knee was bent and your wet pussy was on display. You gasped as you felt the hot, hard press of Curtis’ cock against you, moaning quietly as he just rubbed along your center, coating himself in your arousal.

And then you felt the crown of his cock at your entrance. He groaned as he teased your hole, dipping in slightly–earning a sharp gasp from you for his efforts–before he was pulling away and then doing the same thing all over again.

Just as you were starting to squirm beneath him, breathing his name in a needy plea, he pressed into you for real this time, going slow and steady as he patiently fed you each and every hard, thick inch of his cock.

By the time he filled you to the hilt, you were panting, fisting the blankets at either side of you as you squeezed your eyes shut tight and whined at the stretch of him so deep inside of you.

Guiding your leg back down so you were laying flat on your belly–prone for him–Curtis moaned as he stretched out over your back, his bare body flush to yours as his lips found your ear and he husked, “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, pretty girl.” He gave a shallow rut that had you keening for him. “Fucccck, you feel incredible.”

A light nip of your earlobe was all the warning you got, and then Curtis’ hips were retreating, his thick cock dragging against your tight, velvety walls, before he surged forward again, filling you up with a deep stroke that had you crying out and fisting the blankets even tighter. 

Maybe it was the position you were in, but every single thrust of Curtis’ cock was hitting a sensitive spot inside of you that was driving you absolutely wild. You panted against the sheets as your pussy fluttered and clenched. The feel of his big, heavy body atop yours just added to all of the sensations driving you closer and closer to your next release.

Curtis’ throaty grunts were filling your ears when he dug a hand beneath you, his fingers resting along your overworked clit as the heel of his hand pressed against your lower belly and his cock shoved into you over and over and over again.

“Fuck, that’s it, cum for me,” Curtis groaned as he felt your cunt start to flutter. 

Softly crying his name, you did just that, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth hanging open as you trembled beneath Curtis’ weight and allowed your orgasm to sweep you away on a wave of bliss. 

Moaning, Curtis began to rut into you without rhythm, his hands gripping your hips before they were palming both of your ass cheeks. You were too dazed to be embarrassed when he tugged your cheeks apart, watching the way your creamy hole swallowed his cock over and over again. 

His thumb teased along your rosebud, and it was the sound of your sharp, scandalized squeal–and the way you clenched around him almost painfully hard–that finally had Curtis cumming with a quiet hiss of ecstasy.

He shoved into you as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing inside of you as the warmth of his spend filled you up. You moaned at the way he continued to rut into you, pumping you full of him, until your swollen, overworked pussy had milked him of every last drop of his warm, sticky cum.

Curtis was still for a moment, one of his hands straying from your ass to smooth up your spine. He pulled out of you slowly, lips twitching at your throaty moan. He waited a beat, humming as he watched his cum trickle from your pussy before catching it on his fingers and smearing it all over your swollen folds.

“Told you I’d make you messy all over again,” his voice was a husky tease as he pulled away.

“Hnnnngh,” you groaned into the rumpled blankets beneath you, your eyes already growing heavy as your body continued to shudder with stray shocks.

You didn’t resist when Curtis eased you over onto your back, and you watched shyly–remaining still for him–as he cleaned you up before tossing the soiled towel aside and then climbing back into bed with you. 

He stretched out beside you on his back, looking as relaxed as you had ever seen as he raised his arm in invitation. You shimmied close with a grateful smile, tugging the blanket up as you sank against him.

“Fuck, you were incredible,” he sighed, fingers dragging along your bare arm. 

You tried to hide your pleased smile, your belly swooping at his praise and gentle caresses. “You did all the work really, I just laid there and reaped the benefits.”

Curtis laughed, and your head snapped up, your eyes big and soft as you met his warm gaze and drank in the very first smile you had ever seen adorn his handsome face. 

You just watched each other for a long beat, and then you were returning Curtis’ soft smile with one of your own. 

“Thank you for being good to me,” you whispered. 

Something in Curtis’ features softened even more. He was quiet for a moment, his knuckles touching your warm cheek before he leaned in and kissed you gently. When he pulled away, he murmured, “Sleep now, sweet girl. You definitely earned the rest.”

Giggling, you snuggled even closer to him, sighing happily as you allowed your eyes to drift shut and stay that way, hyper aware of the way Curtis kept up the soft, soothing caresses along your arm until you were fast asleep. 

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“She’s inexperienced and soft,” Steve gritted, his eyes flashing at the wild card of their group. “She agreed to this arrangement because I told her we would be good to her and keep her safe—“

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” Robert smirked. 

“Oh, I’ll keep it.” Steve leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at Robert. “If I even get a hint that any of you hurt her or scared her, you’re done. Understood?”

The others nodded and murmured their agreement, everyone except Robert who just raised a brow at Steve in challenge. 

Steve stared back at him. “You’re not getting in this lineup until you agree, Pronge, and if you don’t wanna play nice, you don’t get to play at all, simple as that.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, understood, sir,” he sassed, waving a hand at Steve. “Just do your stupid little game thing and tell us the schedule.”

The room was silent for a long, tense beat, and then Steve stirred the folds of paper within the mug with his finger before pulling out the first one and opening it up. 

“Night two goes to Curtis.”

Curtis looked as pleased as he was willing to look in front of the others, subtly nodding at Steve in acknowledgement. 

Steve unfolded the second slip of paper and read the name aloud, “Next up is Lloyd.”  

“Lucky number three,” Lloyd purred. “Like the number of sweet little holes she has for me to ruin.” He grunted as Curtis slammed his elbow into his side. “Jesus, calm down, dick.”

“Jake’s fourth,” Steve read the next random pick, lips quirking at Jake’s big grin and quiet, “yay.”

“Guess we’re saving the best for last then, huh?” Robert jeered.

“If you say so,” Steve snorted, sinking back against his chair. “So, that’s the rotation. You fuck up, and you’re out. She’ll have two free days and nights to herself each week, and what she does with them or who she chooses to spend them with, if anyone, is up to her.”

“You think we can sweet talk her into some bonus time?” Lloyd’s grin was wolfish. “I can be really nice if that’s the case.”

Steve rolled his eyes, shrugging. “Like I said, how she spends her free time around her occupied nights with us is fair game and her decision.” 

“What about protection?” Curtis murmured. 

“She confirmed she’s on birth control, and if you’re clean and she’s okay with going without,” Steve shrugged. “Go for it.”

Lloyd’s wolfish grin returned. “Nothing like watching your load leak out of a well-fucked cunt.”

He quickly dodged away from Curtis’ elbow, sneering at the other man. 

Steve sighed, tapping his fingers on the table top, brows furrowing as he looked again to each man one by one. “She comes from a background of physical abuse by her father and brother, so I mean it with no violence or extreme rough play. We’ve been given a gift here, gentlemen, let’s cherish it.”

“Christ, you’re such a fucking sap,” Robert scoffed, rising from his chair. He stretched, cracking his neck and grinning at the dirty look Steve was shooting him. “If we’re done here, I’m gonna go stretch my legs.”

Steve waved him away, his eyes steely as he watched the other man’s retreat, then his gaze flickered to Curtis. “We need to keep an eye on him, I don’t trust him with her at all.”

Curtis nodded, “We’ll keep him in line.” He watched Steve for a beat, waiting for the others to vacate the room before his lips curled, just a little. “You’re already smitten with her, huh?”

Steve glared at him, then he thought of you and couldn’t suppress a smile as he glanced away, shrugging. “Can you blame me?”

“Not one bit,” Curtis chuckled, rising to his feet. “Enjoy your evening, number one,” he winked before sauntering from the room. 

You rifled through your duffle bag, grimacing at all of your plain, boring clothes and sleepwear. 

You didn’t really have anything sexy or even cute to wear for your first night with Steve, your first night…entertaining his team of big, scary mercenaries.

You still couldn’t believe that you agreed to his proposal, and so quickly, but also, there was a part of you–a part that grew a little bigger with each passing moment–that relished in the idea of being wanted, and by so many.

There was another part of you that was terrified of being alone, of being thrust out into the “real world” with no home, nowhere to go, and no one but yourself.

Besides, Steve promised you could withdraw your yes any time you wanted, that you were in control here, and you trusted him. You hardly knew him, but you knew he was trustworthy. It came off of him in waves, and you witnessed his earnestness each and every time your eyes met his.

Realizing that you were staring off into space with a dumb smile on your face as you thought of Steve, you blinked back to the present moment, scrambling to pull something worthy of your first night with him from your bag.

Sighing in defeat, you settled on the soft and cozy cream-colored pajama button up with little pink roses on it. At least it was kind of cute, and you had a pair of pink panties that would almost match. You could just leave a few buttons undone on the shirt to try to look a little sexy.

Even if you weren’t very sexy, at all.

“Oh god,” you whined to yourself, feeling your face warm. 

You were so out of your depth here.

Jolting as your phone alarm began to chime, warning you that you had a few minutes until your “date” with Steve was to begin, you scrambled to get dressed, hanging the damp towel from your recent shower on the bathroom door before darting toward the bed.

You reclined atop the neatly made surface, trying to find a position that was alluring and felt natural, but really, you just felt like a complete and total idiot.

So when Steve gently knocked on your door and peeked his head inside, smiling softly, it was to find you seated in the center of the bed, criss-cross applesauce, and frowning.

Steve’s smile dimmed as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He was dressed in red and blue flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt, all those big muscles of his barely contained by either, and you instantly felt your body start to thrum with…something.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Steve asked as he moved closer. He sat on the edge of the bed, gently taking one of your trembling hands and caressing over your knuckles with his thumb. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, really, I mean it.”

“No, it’s not that,” you quavered, clearing your throat to try to suppress the way your voice shook. Peeking up at Steve from beneath your lashes, you admitted, “I just, kind of feel ridiculous. I’m not a seductress, Steve. I really don’t understand why you’re interested in me, why any of you are.”

Your eyes fell away from his and fixed on the way his big hand was so, so gently touching your own. Everything about him was big and lethal, and yet, he seemed like the softest teddy bear each time he interacted with you.

“Hey.” Steve waited until you were meeting his gaze again. “You’re beautiful.” When you started to shake your head, his voice grew a little more firm. “You are.” He cracked a smile when your eyes went big at his authoritative tone. “Sorry, it’s the former captain in me.”

Your giggle was nervous as some of the tension eased from your shoulders. “You were a captain?”

“In the army,” he confirmed, gently turning your hand over and stroking along your palm with his thumb. “I don’t want you to be a seductress,” he murmured. 

His touch trailed higher, until he was gripping your arm and tugging you against him without warning. His eyes twinkled at your quiet, “oof” as you fell against his chest, your hands unintentionally groping along his firm muscles as you scrambled for purchase.

“I just want you to be you. So stop putting so much pressure on yourself to be something or someone you’re not, and just be you, okay?”

A lump of emotion swelled in your throat, your eyes tingling with the onset of tears that you tried to blink back and keep at bay. “I think I’m so used to trying to be what others want me to be that I’m not really sure who I am.”

Steve’s face softened at your whispered confession, hand raising to gently touch your face. “Well maybe we can discover who you are together.”

“Okay,” you breathed, not resisting as Steve slowly reeled you closer. 

Your breath hitched as the space between you diminished little by little, and just before your lips touched Steve’s, your eyes met his and found so much warm desire awaiting you, that you eagerly closed the rest of the gap between you both and kissed him.

You weren’t sure where your sudden desperation came from. It was almost like a switch had been flipped. It was something about the way Steve looked at you, so soft and wanting, something about his kind words of encouragement, how he made you feel more than you ever thought you were.

It all made you so desperate for his attention, for his touch. So much so that as you frantically kissed him, quiet whines and mewls were falling from your lips, giving voice to your desperation.

“Hey, slow down, sweetheart,” Steve murmured. His smile was kind as he pulled away, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I wanna take my time enjoying you.”

Your chest was heaving as you watched Steve settle against the headboard before motioning you closer. Once you were within his reach, his hands settled on your hips and guided your body until you were straddling his lap and he was smoothing his warm palms up the length of your back. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Was that bad? I don’t really have any experience, so if I’m a terrible kisser or–”

Steve pressed a finger to your lips, instantly silencing your babbling.

“It was amazing,” he promised, trading his finger for his thumb so he could trace along your kiss-swollen lower lip. “But we can take it slow, and if you want to stop, say the word. I want you to feel safe, okay?

You nodded, swallowing nervously as you asked, “If I want to stop, you won’t be mad?”

“No, not at all. You’re allowed to say no, to any of us, at any time. This is about making you feel good, too. In fact, that’s my priority tonight, making you feel good, because that’s what you deserve.”

The burn of oncoming tears was back in an instant, your voice wobbling as you spoke, 

“I’m not used to people being nice to me, let alone wanting to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes twinkled as he touched a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up. “Well you better get used to it, because there’s nothing I want more than to take care of you.”

“Why?”

Caressing your cheek with his knuckles, Steve spoke softly, “I mentioned before that the lives we live, they’re brutal, full of darkness, full of violence and death.” Something about Steve’s gaze grew more intense as he continued to lightly trace along your skin. “You’re such a breath of fresh air, sweetheart, like a soothing balm. You have this sweet light, and we need more of that in our lives to chase away the darkness. I can only speak for myself of course, but,” his eyes met yours. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you for a long time. You give me hope and remind me of why I do what I do.”  

Your heart ached for Steve, for his whole team. You couldn’t imagine what it was like always living life on the run, never having a home or family to call your own, or any heartfelt connections really. Your whole existence revolving around violence, death, and eliminating bad guys.  

It sounded like such a harsh, unforgiving way to live.

Actually, it didn’t sound much like living at all.

Honestly, that was something you could relate to. In fact, you could relate to a lot when it came to Steve and the others. You didn’t have a happy home or any heartfelt connections either. You had experienced your own share of violence, too.

When you thought about it like that, when you realized how much you actually had in common with Steve and his team, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you were meant to meet them.

To take care of them.

And for them to take care of you in return.

Something about that, about maybe, finally finding your place, brought you a kind of comfort that you hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. 

“You deserve to feel good, too,” you whispered to Steve, leaning into his touch. You reached for him, your hands careful as they framed his face, and you really took a moment to drink him in up close and without rush.

His skin was flawless, his hair a blond so dark it almost looked brown. His beard was dark and neatly trimmed, emphasizing the perfect angle of his jaw. Steve’s lips were so plump and kissed with cherry that you felt a small stir of envy deep within you. But his eyes were the feature that always got you. Bright blue and always warm when fixed on you, even when the shadow of sadness shined deep within the depths of his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” you told him, your fingers gentle as they traced along his beard. Leaning in, you got a glimpse of that warmth in Steve’s gaze now mixing with something else, something that looked very much like a desperate kind of desire, and then your eyes were fluttering shut as your lips finally met his.

Steve hummed into the kiss, his hands holding you more firmly as he urged your body to sink against his. When his tongue teased along the crease of your mouth, you gasped, and he purred his amusement before cupping your cheek and sweeping his tongue into your mouth to really taste you.

You swear when Steve’s tongue touched yours, you felt actual electricity zip from the base of your spine and all the way up, wracking your body with a shudder that had your fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Moaning at the talent of his mouth, how good he tasted, and the way it made you squirm and ache for more, you twined your arms around Steve’s neck and kissed him back just as fervently. 

By the time Steve shifted you both and pressed you into the mattress beneath him, you were gasping for breath, your head swimming with a pleasant kind of fog.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging on your sleep shirt.

You nodded without hesitation, shivering as Steve patiently worked open the buttons along your front before parting the folds of your shirt and baring most of your body to his hungry gaze. 

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart,” he praised, resting his big hand on your stomach and slowly moving it higher.

The rough drag of his palm along your bare skin had your pussy fluttering, and you pressed your thighs together as you felt a gush of slick seep into your panties. Your nipples felt rock hard already, and once Steve started to grope your breasts, the ache just intensified.

When his mouth joined the fray, you moaned loudly, your head falling back and your eyes slamming shut as Steve’s mouth closed around one of your nipples and sucked hard. You gasped as his tongue lapped at you, your fingers finding purchase in his hair as you arched your back in silent encouragement.

The fleeting graze of his teeth had you squeaking, and Steve huffed a laugh as he pressed up over you and pulled off his shirt.

It was like your mind instantly short-circuited at the sight of his bare torso, and for a second, you could do nothing more than stare at the landscape of perfection that was his mass of muscles and toned flesh. 

You wheezed a quiet, “Wow,” before your hands were reaching for him without your permission. 

Steve seemed amused by your careful exploration of him, the way the pads of your fingers trailed along his chest, teasing around one nipple before gliding down to travel the dips and divots of his stomach. When you saw the front of his pajama pants twitch the lower your touch went, you froze, your big eyes meeting his as a new kind of heat burned your cheeks. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart, we’re just getting to the good part,” Steve teased.

You giggled, feeling some of the tension between you ease slightly. When Steve shed his pajama pants next, leaving his body completely bare to you, you watched avidly as his hard jutted up against his firm stomach, feeling a pang of unease at the thought of all of that fitting inside of you.

Your trepidation must have been easy to read, because Steve was dipping close to kiss your forehead, murmuring, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make sure you’re nice and ready for me. Remember, I want you to feel good.”

You nodded, and then shuddered as Steve began to kiss down the curve of your jaw. His lips trailed along the length of your throat next, making a quick stop to mouth along your breasts again before he was kissing a line down your belly. You felt the tension easing from your body, something new and anticipatory taking its place, as he tongued at the skin just above the band of your panties.

Steve surprised you by continuing his descent, and you felt his warm breath through the thin cotton of your underwear before he was gazing up the length of your body until your eyes met his. He licked over your cunt right through your panties, slowly dragging his tongue up and making your clit throb as you whined and writhed beneath him.

“M’gonna take these off too, okay?” Steve’s voice was huskier than before, smoky in a way that had something deep inside of you clenching and another gush of arousal oozing from your pussy as he gripped either side of your panties.

He waited for your nod of permission, grinning at your wide-eyed look and the way you held your breath as he removed your last article of clothing before tossing it aside. 

“Look at this pretty pussy,” Steve rumbled, his dark eyes fixed on your core as he planted a palm on either of your thighs and spread your legs open wide so he could get a better look.

The heat that had once only burned your cheeks now flooded through the rest of you, and you clawed at the bedding beneath you as need and vulnerability went to war within you.

When Steve drew his thumb up the cut of you, and you keened, your body arcing so harshly you nearly vaulted right off of the bed, he chuckled. 

“You’re such a sensitive little sweetheart, huh?” he murmured, teasing along your folds with his fingers and watching as more slick leaked from your weeping, clenching hole.

You moaned when his finger glanced off of your entrance before he was painting up your pussy with your own arousal then rubbing light circles around and around your clit. 

“Steve!” you gasped, clawing at the bedspread as you spread your legs wider and tilted your hips. “Please!”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Dipping low, Steve kissed up your folds, tugging back the hood of your clit before lapping at your sensitive little bundle. He shushed your whining as your hips began to rut, teasing your hole with a finger before slowly easing it inside of you.

The gentle invasion punched all the air from your lungs, and your body went rigid as something inside of you coiled tight and kept on pulling taut. Once Steve’s finger started to move, pressing and dragging along the smooth, hot walls of your cunt, you groaned your delight. 

Reaching down to grip his hair, you held his face to your cunt, crying out when he gave your clit a harsh suck before flicking his tongue back and forth until every single thought in your mind evaporated from existence. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, let go for me,” Steve husked against your cunt before diving back in. A second finger joined the first, and he fucked your pussy harder now, stretching you open and drawing more seep from your drippy hole as he worked you over until you were mindlessly begging to come.

And you did.

Despite the exquisite build up, your orgasm still took you by surprise, the force of it drawing all of your muscles taut for a beat before your body was trembling with pleasure and you were breathlessly keening Steve’s name. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned as he watched you writhe in delight, his fingers still gently working inside you until your pussy finally stopped fluttering and clenching.

As you sank back against the bed, gasping and looking dazed, Steve rose up from between your legs, stretching his big body over yours and dropping his weight against you. His lips found yours and he kissed you with the kind of passion that had your eyes glossy once he pulled away. 

Steve smiled down at you as he lined himself up with your entrance, taking advantage of your boneless, blissed out state to push into you for the very first time, and sliding into you with ease until he was bottoming out and groaning against your lips. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d feel good, but you feel even better than I imagined,” Steve hummed, stealing another kiss from your lips before planting his muscled forearm above your head and touching your warm cheek with his free hand. “You still with me, sweetheart?”

You blinked a few times before your sluggish brain was able to process Steve’s words, your mind as overwhelmed as your body to be so full for the very first time ever. You nodded, reaching up to grip Steve’s shoulders and tugging him flush against you, enjoying the way his massive body blanketed your own and made you feel safe.

“You okay?” he murmured. 

“Yeah,” your voice was faint and wispy as you leaned into Steve’s touch. “I’m good. Really good.”

He smiled. “Happy to hear it.” At last, he gave a gentle rock of his hips, and you gasped, holding him tighter as he asked. “How’s that feel?”

“Good, but not enough,” you answered honestly.

Laughing, Steve shifted, settling more heavily between your legs. His eyes met yours, avid, as he withdrew until just the tip of his cock breached your hole before driving in hard and deep.

“Ohhh my god,” you breathed, your eyes rolling back in your head as Steve started to really fuck you. 

“You’re so tight,” he grunted, settling into a hard, steady pace that had your body jolting and writhing beneath him with every push and pull of his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good. I knew you would.”

You could only moan in response–in ecstasy–as Steve’s pace increased. Soon he was fucking you into the mattress, the headboard thumping against the wall with every surge of his hips, your pussy squelching loudly as your body clung to him and weeped with joy in a creamy deluge.

It was the quiet, primal groans that Steve was panting against the crook of your neck, seeing him so undone and because of you, that had that coil inside of you twining hard and fast. When his hand snuck between your bodies so his fingers could play with your clit, you saw stars, pleasure streaking up your spine and rushing through the rest of you as your orgasm crested.

Steve hissed as your pussy clamped around him, squeezing his cock so hard he could barely move as your body twisted in rapture beneath him. Moaning your name, he drove into you without rhythm now, desperately seeking his own release as his hips snapped against yours. 

“M’close, sweetheart,” he panted against your ear. “Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, curling your legs around Steve’s hips and keeping him close–inside of you–as he groaned his relief and rode you hard until he was cumming with a quiet snarl.

“Fucccck,” he grunted, shoving into you so deep you squealed. Gripping your shoulders hard to keep your body in place, Steve gave a few more deep, forceful thrusts, his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he lost himself to his pleasure and pumped you full of his cream while he was at it.

Feeling warm and so deeply, deeply sated, you laid beneath Steve feeling like you were in a waking dream. The soft pants of his warm breath against your shoulder had your eyes fluttering, your tired brain and body so close to dozing off entirely, until you felt the soft press of Steve’s lips against your skin.

A second later, his head lifted and he looked at you in concern, his eyes flickering all over your face like he was taking visual inventory of you and your current state. Which he probably was. 

You gave him a sleepy smile, pulling him closer and tipping your face up until you could touch his lips with your own. This kiss was much softer and slower than all the kisses that came before. It was languid and reverent as your mouths worked against each other until you needed to catch your breath all over again.

“Let me clean you up,” Steve hummed, smoothing a hand over your head before carefully pulling out of you and extracting himself from bed. 

You enjoyed both the view as he padded to your connected bathroom naked, and the feel of his cum seeping out of you in the aftermath of your coupling. A moment later, you were blinking up at him like a sleepy kitten once he returned with a washcloth to clean you up and a glass of cold water for you to drink.

For a split second, you worried that Steve would leave now that you had had sex–and your duty, so to speak, was complete–but the fleeting thought was soon replaced by a quiet sense of joy when he slid into bed beside you and gathered you against him.

His smile was soft as you shimmied as close as possible, hugging his chest and nuzzling against his warm skin. 

“Thank you, for making my first time so perfect,” you murmured, your words a little slurred as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

“Thank you for letting me be your first,” Steve returned.

Your own lips curled when you felt him press a kiss to the crown of the head, and you couldn’t help but reach for his hand, pressing your palms together and getting a glimpse of your joined hands resting against Steve’s stomach before your eyes blinked closed and stayed that way.

As you drifted off to sleep, happy as a clam, Steve slowly inched closer and closer to joining you in the Land of ZzzZzZzz. The peaceful soundtrack of your slow, steady breaths lulled him as he held you just a little bit tighter, his own eyes fluttering shut as he finally succumbed to sleep, feeling content–truly content–for the first time in years.

Crying in the safe house 😭I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please do take a moment to screech with me, I love it so much!! ❤️

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