#like hellooo

it was summer time, the indiana heat was unbearable. it was just you and steve alone so you had chosen comfortable clothes, purely comfortable. a soft thin top (no bra, it was too fucking hot for a bra) and a short little skirt, you knew what you were doing.

steve tried to pretend to be interested in the game, but he didn’t have the patience. not when you were sitting across from him, twirling your hair around your finger as you wait for his move.

his eyes linger on your legs, the supple skin of your thighs as you uncross and recross your legs. the way the thin fabric is clinging to your chest, nipples hard and so painfully obvious he can feel his cock twitch.

the chess piece tickled as it ran against the plush of your thighs, making heat flow to your core, arousal slowly pooling as you part your legs, letting steve in. his knuckle gently nudging your covered pussy each time the chess piece was brought to your inner thigh.

an involuntary whimper leaves your lips, his eyes shoot up, looking at you with lust as a playful smirk curls on his lips.

“something wrong honey?” he asks innocently, you move to close your legs but his hand stops you, thumb massaging into the meat of your thigh.

your hips buck up, chasing more as his thumb roams so so close to your heat, “steve…please.”

“please what, angel?” head tilting to the side, his knuckle nudges your clit again, and you bite on your lower lip.

with the chess piece in hand, he parts your legs further, giving him a proper view as he scoots the table aside. “enough of this damn game,” he mumbles, dragging the piece down your damp panties. “gonna use this for something better.”

a shiver runs down your spine, another whimper leaves your lips. you reach for steve, grabbing the collar of this polo and tugging him closer. “need you stevie…” you whisper, lips ghosting over his until he closes the gap. the kiss is long, gentle, desperate for you. his arms wrap around you and before you know it, you’re on the floor.

he kisses down your neck, thumb circles your nipple as the other enters his mouth. he laps and sucks on your clothed breast, leaving wet marks on the thin material. he groans against the see through fabric clinging to you. he keeps the chess piece between your legs, applying more pressure to your aching pussy. the head of the horse swirls around your clit and you gasp, “stevie please!!”

“please what?” he coos, pinching your damp nipple, palming at hour breast.

“i n-need you…y-your tongue…your finger…your cock, something!” back arching off the cool wood flooring.

“promise we never have to play chess again.”

you lift your head up when you hear what he says, “what??”

he tries to bite back a laugh, “i’m a simple man, honey.”

you feel his finger hook on the side of your ruined panties, pure want courses through you, heart hammering. “fine!! never again! please steve oh my god!!”

two of his fingers slowly circle your clit, making you sigh with relief. your hand finds the collar of his shirt again, tugging him down over you, his hair tickling your forehead.