what they didn’t expect, however, was shane inventing new levels of downbadisms and basically defends his husband and/or justifying his actions every time. he basically “yeah but” his way to ilya being a perfect angel who can do no wrong

Rise Again!

“gotta keep quiet baby,” steve’s voice rasps out softly into your ear, “don’t want anyone hearing your pretty sounds right?” his rhetorical question goes through one ear and out the other, the constant thrusts of his hips fill the room and your bed lightly creaks but you’re way too fucked out to care.

his hand grips your chin to hold your head steady. he can’t help but lightly drag his tongue across your cheek ( in a heart shape of course♥︎), i mean he just thinks you look so cute like this, drooling with your eyes rolled back all because of him. you’re panting under him, body sweaty and your baby hairs sticking to your forehead, head empty with no thoughts just steve steve steve…...

his other hand travels under you to rub at your clit as he presses kisses into your cheek. “f..f-fuck..i” you whimper out, struggling to even let out a moan as his tip hits you deep inside over and over again. you just feel so good, and he does too. “s-shit..i have to marry you” he murmurs to himself, kinda wishing you weren’t too fucked out to register it.

“s..stevie” your voice comes out all pouty and it makes his stomach tingle with butterflies, a feeling so bittersweet that he knows will never leave. “yes baby, what is it hm?” he turns your face to him, slowing his thrusts down to deep grinds, his hips pressed flush to your behind. a whiny groan leaves you as he rolls his hips into you, “…kiss..please” you struggle to ask for the closeness you desire the most.

steve grants your wish and pecks your lips once then twice then again and again. you run your tongue against his bottom lip, clenching tightly around him as you feel your stomach coil. “ ‘ya gonna cum baby?” you let out a hum and nod, lost for words. “wanna cum together huh? we can make a baby” he’s so close, soft voice in your ear, the delicious smell of his cologne stuck to you. yes, of course you want to make baby with him who wouldn’t?

“y-yes yes yes” you whimper, eyes watering as you feel your legs go weak. steve leans up a bit to balance himself as he speeds his thrusts back up, his arm snaking around your neck and he flexes his bicep, the circulation around your neck not too tight but enough to feel snug. your mouth falls open, drool slipping down your chin, broken moans leaving you. “fuck..fucckkk i can feel you, there you go, let it out lovie” his hand trails to pinch and tug at your nipple and you lose it. a high pitched moan leaves your mouth and your eyes flutter shut, “bite me baby” steve grunts out and you easily muffle your sounds, biting into the huge muscle—legs shaking and all. your wetness leaks out of you as steve releases into you, moaning deeply into your ear.