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It was a phone call you had half expected, though you didn’t mind admitting that you wished it had not come at 3am on your Saturday night. Steve had been so excited for a night out with the boys – work seemed to be piling onto him more than usual, and more often than not you’d find him half asleep on the couch by 8pm, arm propped uncomfortably beneath his head and back twisting awkwardly. This night came along with the extra TLC you prescribed him this week, taking on a little extra responsibility around the house so he might relax even just for a moment. Steve was a caretaker by trade, and doing things for himself seemed to hark back to a time where he only did things for himself. It took a lot for him to rewire that belief in his brain – self care did not mean selfish, he was a good person. 

You thought that the time out with his friends would remind him of that; how wonderful he was, how loved he was. He could be without responsibility for a night and simply enjoy himself. And enjoy himself he was… you hadn’t heard such an amused lilt to Eddie’s tone for a long time. You spent the drive over pondering just what kind of state your boyfriend might be in, your eyes heavy, body cooling with the iced air that blew through windows opened in an attempt to keep yourself awake. Eddie at least had sounded coherent, so you figured you would not be alone in the battle to try and haul your boyfriend into your beat up car. 

Dressed for the comfort of your own home, it took one disgruntled look towards a stubborn bouncer to let you past without paying an entry fee. You wondered how often this happened – half asleep partners turning up moments before closing to take their inebriated darling home. The thought made you chuckle softly to yourself, body weaving through the stragglers of the night still dancing to a wrapping up DJ. 

Eddie had told you they’d meet you by the lounges when you arrived, though Steve was nowhere to be seen as you approached your tired looking friend, his face pleased, if not a little weary. 

“Where is he?” You questioned, letting Eddie lean down to wrap his arms around you tightly, his weight pressing heavier on you that you had expected under the influence of what you assumed had been many, many shots. 

“At the bar. I thought he’d crashed half an hour ago, but he’s had a second wave.” 

You felt the short burst of laughter bubble up, an unsurprised uh-huh leaving your lips at the notion, eyes drifting towards the thinning crowd collected for the last call. Eddie let you go with a shrug, stepping back to let you go. 

“Alright, I’ll go get him. I’ll wave if I need you, ‘kay?” The nod you received was answer enough, and you set off leisurely towards your unsuspecting boyfriend. 

Steve was half hunched over the bar, palm rolling an empty shot glass flatly across the sticky surface as he waited for an already busy bartender. You couldn’t see his face, but you could picture the expression with such clarity – eyes heavy, blinking slowly as they tracked blearily across the back of the bar, that sweet, contented smile plastered on his lips for no reason at all. 

Following suit, you leaned yourself up against the bar beside him, elbows propping you up to rest your head in your palms. 

“You getting another drink, handsome?” 

Steve made a soft sort of mumbling sound, his head lulling to the side as he leaned away ever so slightly. “Mm, yeah… think so.” 

You nodded, smiling at the way he swayed on his feet. “Oh, I see. You wanna have some water with me?” 

Steve rubbed harshly at his face, eyes screwing shut tightly before blinking hazily at you. “No, thanks.” 

His gaze turned away, his grip on the shot glass faltering for a moment, reflexes only just catching it before rolling over the edge. You reached slowly to pluck it from his hand, though he recoiled sluggishly at the contact, forcing your brow up into a curious arch. 

“How about I take you home, then? Seems like they’re wrapping up.” 

Steve sighed, hands running through his hair in that same familiar flustered motion you were so acquainted with. Ordinarily, Steve would have been bouncing out of his skin to see you, but right now, he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else. 

“Look, it’s nice of you to ask, but ’m taken. My girlfriend’s comin’ to get me.” 

Oh, how sweet. You’d never seen Steve so far gone that he hadn’t recognised you, but now that you focused your own tired eyes, you could see that his own were barely open to begin with. Your smile widened, amusement settling over you at the sweetness of him. 

“Really? You’re not even gonna look at me? Maybe I’m worth breaking the rules for.” 

He scoffed at that, body straightening up as much as his addled state could allow, his feet stumbling beneath him to put another feet of distance between the two of you. 

“I’m sure you are f’someone else, but ‘m not interested.” His tone was more clipped now, friendliness falling away in the hopes of deterring you. “Not another girl in the world for me but her.” 

God, he was sweet, and more in love with you than you could have ever hoped for a person to be. Your heart ached, entirely overwhelmed with adoration for this man who was waiting for you. 

“Well that’s very lovely.” You cooed, turning sideways to look at him, one arm dropping to your side while the other hand continued to prop your chin up, helping to hide that rosy blush that seemed to stain your cheeks. “I really think you should look at me, though, Stevie.”

You watched as the thought crossed his mind, a slow understanding that something about this interaction seemed out of place. It seemed to take another moment for reality to set in, his body turning and eyes widening comically as they came into focus. 

“Honey!” 

It had you in hysterics, the way his arm gave out from under him, narrowly avoiding his torso from smacking down against the bar top as he lurched towards you. Your arms extended out to catch him, meeting him halfway until his body was pressed tenderly against yours, eager hands creeping up to cup your cheeks, holding your face towards his so he might really look at you. 

“You’re here!” 

Your laughter rang out happily, eyes crinkled at the delight mirrored in his own. 

“Yeah, baby, of course I am. Wanted to make sure you got home safe.” 

If an iris could change shape, then you were certain you saw Steve’s melt into delicate hearts just at the thought of you coming out to take care of him. His thumbs ran adoring lines across your cheekbones, trembling slightly with restraint. 

“S’good to me.” He mumbled, words drowning out within the still deafening music that surrounded you. “Missed you.” 

You felt him slump against you ever so slightly, still conscious of weighing too heavily against you even in his inebriated state, though how he was holding himself up anymore was anyone’s guess. It was your sign to wave Eddie over, though, who without fuss looped a supporting arm around Steve’s back. 

“You gonna let your girl take us home, then? I’m gonna pass out, man, I’m so wrecked.” 

Steve’s brow furrowed, alarmed to have been so suddenly pulled back from you to lean on Eddie, and he reached out a hand in a needy sort of motion towards you. “I wanna dance with her before we go.” 

Too sweet for his own wellbeing, you offered him a sympathetic look, slipping yourself under his other arm to help prop him up. 

“We can dance at home just you and me, okay? In our pjs too — won’t that be nice. We just don’t wanna keep Eddie waiting too long; he’s all danced out.” 

You watched the contemplative look cross his features, leaving him distracted enough for Eddie to start guiding the three of you towards the door without much fuss from Steve. 

“Did you have fun though Ed? Really?” Steve asked, genuine concern threading through his tone as he addressed his friend who managed an affirming nod in response. 

“Loads. We’ll all go out again soon, but I’ve gotta give you back to your sweetheart before she gets too jealous.” 

Steve’s nod was so serious as he processed the words, entirely missing the small look of amusement shared between you and Eddie as you pulled yourselves from the establishment. 

“Yeah.” He agreed, his head lulling sideways to rest on the crown of your own. “She needs me.” 

It had sounded like a joke when he said it, but even you could sense the small severity behind the words, almost reassuring himself of the truth behind them. Of course you needed him. 

“Yeah, she does.” You confirmed, kissing at his shoulder clumsily as you tried to focus on your steps, narrowly avoiding toppling the three of you right over uneven pavements underfoot. “I always need you, honey.” 

You did not need to look at Steve to know that he was smiling — you felt it as you held him, felt it in his touch and the heat of his body carefully wrapped around yours. At least this night felt like a success in your eyes. Steve was happy, and you had done your part to make him so. He’d be awfully hungover tomorrow morning, but he’d be happy, and that was all that seemed to matter to you in the moment. 

Eddie managed to hold Steve upright while you fiddled with the lock of your car door, the boy now contently distracted with regaling tales of the night to the man who had witnessed them first hand. Getting him into the car was easy enough, tucking him cautiously into the front seat, your body leaning over him to click his seatbelt into place, his hand lifting to rub at your lower back in thanks. 

“You’re the best, y’know, baby? The real best. The best best.” 

You paused to smile at him, head shaking in amusement before brushing your lips against his cheek, relishing in the way his hand gripped excitedly at you for the briefest of moments. “I could say the same about you, y’know.” 

“Nuh uh.” 

A groan sounded from outside the car, drawn out and exasperated beyond compare. “Jesus H Christ, I’m begging for someone to take me home. It’s so fucking late, guys.” 

You pulled back with a laugh to witness Eddie’s petulance, your hand coming out to gesture to the back seat. “Then get in the car, dingus, and I’ll take you home.”

“Yeah, what she said!” Steve slurred from the front seat, the battle against his weariness now long lost, eyes closed and head resting heavily against its back, unable to hold itself up any longer. 

Eddie clambered into the back with a half assed eye roll, splaying out across the work back seat until he, too, was one with the upholstery. “You guys aren’t gonna be gross and sayin’ i love you’s all the way home, are you?” 

Steve’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit, I haven’t said I love you yet!” 

The charming little frown that spread across his face was enough to melt you in your entirety, your hand reaching out to brush his check with affection, his nose nuzzling sweetly into the cup of your palm. “I’m not worried about it; I know you do.” 

“Yeah, but I do love you. I was thinkin’ it the whole time, thinkin’ you’re so pretty n’ all. So pretty that I couldn't remember to say it.” 

Eddie just huffed again in the back seat, his complaints overtly ignored despite the growing expletives.

“I love you too, Stevie. How about we get Eds home and get you some water, then we can be as sweet as we wanna be.” 

Steve’s lips pressed into your palm, his kiss unhurried and uncoordinated as the alcohol hindered his usual grace, a mumbled m’kay tickling your skin as he spoke. 

You looked up into the rearview mirror, dropping your hand to Steve’s knee for the boy to hold, keeping his neediness satiated for the time being as he grasped it between his own eagerly. “You hear that, Eds? You’re in the clear. Let’s get you boys home.” 

A grumbled thank god and the creaks of the backseat window being clumsily wound down was enough incentive to start your travels, a pleased smile gracing your lips to know that Steve had been given exactly the night he deserved after all. 

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“uhm…, stevie?” you called out for him, his slightly dimmed face by the tv moving towards you, giving you his full attention. you were bothered, and really really needy. while watching one of your favorite movies he had not stopped caressing your tights with just the skin of his fingertips, creating goosebumps on your whole body and making you shiver as you tried and stay as still as possible.

“yeah, baby?” he inquired, a sweet smile growing on his lips as he looked at you with those beautiful full of love eyes of his.

“i need to talk with you…” and just as his smile appeared ir faded all at once, a concerned look taking over his features as he paused the film to give you his full attention.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he took one of your hands in between his bigger ones. they were so warm and so soft… his fingers…

you pressed your thighs together, your cheeks reddening due to his beautiful eyes and pretty lips and…

“there’s nothing wrong… i just, uhm…” the throb in between your legs was getting worse with every second that passed by.

he seemed to notice your nervousness, ‘cause he gave you a sincere smile, urging you to continue in that soft voice of his that always made you melt. “go ahead baby, you can do it.”

you blushed even more when he pushed a strand of your hair that had fallen over your face behind your ear, making you tilt your head to look into his eyes when his fingertips pressed against your jaw.

and that’s when he knew. that look in your eyes… he smirked. “aw baby…” your whole body shook, growing in goosebumps when he cooed at you. he was using that tone, that low deep tone that drove you mad every single time. “are you feeling needy, beautiful? want me to take care of you? make you feel good…?” you hummed, nodding as he leant in, giving you a soft but intense kiss, one that made you know that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

but just when one of his hands tried to sneak under your skirt, you pulled away, gasping on his lips, your foreheads pressed against the other. “i want to try something new…” you muttered and he nodded.

“what is it that you want to try, sweetie? whatever it is i’ll give it to you.” he promised, his lips brushing against yours in a mere whisper, taunting, needy… you blushed and looked away, but he cupped your cheeks once again, making your eyes find his. “whatever it is…, i’ll give it to you.”

“i-“ you cursed under your breath. “i want you to fuck me until i pee myself.” you muttered, and his eyes grew on size for just a mere moment before a new smirk grew on his lips.

“what is that?” he teased with a confused look. “i’m sorry sweetheart but you’re gonna need to say that a little louder for me.” you looked at him through your teary eyes, tears pooling on your eyelashes due to the embarrassment.

“i want you to fuck me until i pee myself, until i can’t hold it in anymore and make a mess.” you said, the sudden braveness rushing through your veins. “i want you to fuck me until i don’t know my name anymore.”

“anything my baby wants.” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

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and that’s how you had ended up here.

“steve!” you moaned as you came, your nails digging on his biceps as your head fell backwards, your naked chest heaving and falling with every deep breath, your nipples swollen due to his sucking and playing. you were on his lap, completely undressed and jumping on his cock, which reached so deep inside you that you could feel him in your guts, bruising your gummy walls, making you lose all control.

“that is three, isn’t it baby? good girl, look at you, doing so good for me.” he continued to pound into you, making you whimper at the feeling, at the pleasure…

you cried out when he suddenly pushed on your belly when one of his hands, the other continuing to plan with your clit, making you gasp for the air that had been punched out of your lungs.

his hands shook in fear of having hurt you due to your reaction, trying to push them away, but before he could your own hand was pushing it back against your skin.

"don’t!" you whimpered barely starting to come down from the high of your orgasm, vision still all blurry and foggy from the force of it, but you were drunk on it, on his touch, and you didn’t want it to stop. you couldn’t let it stop. "please, don't stop... please, please steve… " you begged, pleaded, cried, your sore thighs shaking to lift yourself and bury his dick deep inside of you in a needy pace that has him groaning.

through the cotton covering your ears and the blood rushing in them, you heard his moan. “fuck, such a slut…”

a high-pitched whine left your lips and pressed against him when he harshly kissed you, all teeth and spit, tongues languidly brushing each other. his left hand went back to push at your belly, his right clawing at your back and surrounding you to thrust upwards into your gooey and awaiting needy cunt. your tears were making your eyes seem all puffy and red and cheeks redden and shine.

“ah, yes steve, yes please, more, more, more…” you couldn’t even make out the strained sounds coming out of your lips anymore, the pleas, the babbling, the cries…

you were pushing yourself down on him, riding him as if your life depended on it, like you couldn’t get enough of him.

steve shifted his hips and started pounding into your pussy at a slightly different angle that had you reeling, every thrust pushing against that perfect sweet spot that always made you come undone in his arms, making something hot and new pour inside your guts.

a needy moan came up your throat, sobs ripping it when the shaking of your thighs only became worse. the new feeling spread deep in your lower stomach, the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit and his sloppy thrusts making your tears fall down to your chest and your moans to be cut with every new snap of his hips.

"shit, are you crying for me baby? look at you, so beautiful, so pretty taking my cock… you’re so good for me, taking everything i give you and begging me to give you more…” you whimpered at his words, at his praising, at your blurring vision, at your shrinking and burning lungs, the pressure building up in your lower stomach…

you take it. you just take it all.

the wet squelches of your cunt taking all of him got louder and your mind started to get dizzy, your grip tightening on his shoulders and your whimpers ripping your throat…

he could feel it, he could feel you clenching, he could feel your orgasm growing inside of you at a brutal pace…

“are you gonna come, baby? gonna come for me?” you nodded, completely gone, crying out when his fingers rolled your clit harsher, faster, ‘till he had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “yeah, that’s a good girl. that’s my good girl. come on baby, let me have it.” he pushed on your bladder, making you choke and shake in between his arms. “let it happen sweetheart, let go for me. let go.”

and something snapped. if feels like an orgasm, except it's different, much more intense and different, so intense that you cry a loud moan that makes steve’s cock twitch inside you. you’re coming over and over again. it’s long, wetter, warmer… and it goes everywhere. 

as you came down you finally realized what had happened, his brown hazel eyes now completely dark with desire. his thrusts are shallow, slower, just a mere grind to pay attention to what really matters: you.

he doesn’t look disgusted, like you though he would, he instead looks fascinated, dizzy in you. both of you were covered on your piss, his lap, thighs, legs and sofa completely soaked in you.

“oh my god, fuck.” you heard the words turn into a whiny moan as steve’s hips snap back into your gushing cunt, fucking into you at an animal and famished pace.

you’re moaning in his ear, both his arms now surrounding you in a tight hug as he thrusts up into your heat, drilling into you, making you go crazy.

“steve…!” his name came out all slurred up, and he moans.

the wet slaps of your juices filled the living room and sank you in this haze of pleasure that drown you in him. you tugged on his hair, letting him take you exactly like he wanted, like he needed…

“fuck, shit, i’m gonna cum.” he muttered on your shoulder, biting down and sucking bruises in your sweaty skin.

“inside, please, steve, come inside…” and that’s all he needed to pour his cum inside of you, filling you up to brim. and you felt so full you couldn’t even speak.

he groaned as he pumped his seed into you, and you felt it dribble down your thighs even when he’s still plugged inside of your swollen pussy.

you whine when he pulls out, but he has you crying once again once you’re pushed against the sofa and he’s fucking his cum into you with a new growing erection, making your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“i’m sorry baby, now that i know how pretty you look making a mess out of the two of us… i don’t think i can control myself.” he groans, licking at your neck, feeling the urge to mark you up, to let everybody know that you were his and his only. “but you’re gonna take it, isn’t that right?” he hummed. “like the good girl you are. you are gonna take it all baby.”

and you did.

even if the next morning he had you dripping on your way to the bathroom.

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