#sub!steve

Opening your door, and then heading off to his side to climb inside, Steve gives you a slightly amused look. 

“Are you saying you want to fuck me?” 

You shrug, all pretty like while buckling up in the passenger seat. Your own teasing smile on your face. “I’m not not saying that.” 

“Right…”

Steve shakes his head. The idea was crazy. Letting you dominate him in the bedroom seemed crazy when you literally cried the other day because your cookies didn’t turn out the way you wanted them too. 

But also, the idea of you touching him? No guiding or teaching? For once, being the one to find out if he liked something or not— turned him on more than it should have. 

And that’s how you’re here now, few days later. Kissing Steve until the both of you started giggling, making you have to break away for oxygen. You gently push at Steve, and he falls to the bed. 

His hair is wet, and there’s a towel around his waist that is slowly coming undone. He looks so beautiful, and you can’t help yourself from biting at his moles. 

“Hey uh—”

Steve’s hand is at your hip and the drops of water are soaking onto his bed, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead watching your eyes as you look up at him. 

“I think… I wanna try that thing now.” 

“The thing?” 

You’re teasing him. He knows you’re teasing him because that afternoon after the gas station, you had a more in-depth conversation about “the thing.” Your favorite part was how his face flushed pink, and his brown eyes darted across the room. 

“Yeah— the thing.” Steve holds up a finger and curls it. You snort as it gets his point across. “Let me get this straight.” 

Your hand finds his damp chest and you feel his cock twitching under the towel. 

“You want me to fuck you in the ass?” 

Steve sighs as you say it so crudely. But he gives a curt little nod no matter how embarrassing it is. You smile. “Could have just said so honey.” 

He scoffs at your words, then feels you pull his towel off. His cock is almost all the way hard, and what you don’t know, is that his own curiosity got the better of him in the shower and he started playing with himself. 

One finger just rubbing around his asshole, only to stick the very tip of it against his hole. He found himself embarrassed, even by just doing it alone. But it was pleasurable, so he’d thought he’d come to you to do the rest. 

Your lips meet the tip of his dick, kissing at it softly while blood rushes down. This already feels good. He almost wants to back out and tell you to just give him a blowjob, something that’s familiar and he knows will feel amazing. But he persists as he feels your lips trail down to his balls. 

Taking one in your mouth, so warm and wet against his skin. Steve chose now to feel guilty about not trimming in the shower. He smelled like dove soap and something distantly him. When you sucked softly, his mind went into a tizzy. 

His balls weren’t his ideal pleasure spot, but it sent a little shock through him and to the head of his dick. What surprised him the most though, was when you didn’t stop trailing downwards. 

His Legs over the bed, your kisses went farther till your nose was nudging his balls and the warm muscle of your tongue prodded at his hole. 

He might have yelped, but he can’t remember. His hand came down into your hair and he felt more than guilty now. 

“Oh— honey I didn’t mean for you to do that.” 

But the end of his sentence was a little breathless. Your mouth was so warm and sticky rubbing over this tight hole. There was a little coil feeling coming from the bottom of his stomach. Warm with every lick over his tight ring. 

You were getting sloppy and he felt your spit trail downwards onto the bed. Only making his dick twitch with every wave of bliss that rolled over him. 

It wasn’t long before you were pulling away and wiping at your mouth. Standing up to look through his bedroom drawer where you knew there was lube. Getting it on your pointer and middle fingers, but bringing it with you as you come back to the bed. 

“You wanna turn around for me, honey?” 

Steve nods, and shifts so that his ass is in the air. It feels slightly degrading and embarrassing to be put in such a position, but the way his cock rubs against the towel underneath him, he knows the pleasure will be worth it. 

You put some lube directly on Steve’s hole. It’s cold at first, but once you start rubbing it in he’s letting out a hazzy sigh. 

“You gotta relax Stevie.” 

“I am relaxed.” 

“Hardly.” 

You push against his hole but the ring of muscles doesn’t give. You circle around and around till his muscles spasm slightly, and Steve starts to huff with impatience. 

You finally shove your finger in. Not even all the way, only just up to the first joint of your finger. He’s so tight, it feels like your finger could just slip out at any moment. 

Steve on the other hand, is pleasure dazed. It burns so good, that feeling to be stretched even just a little bit. It feels better than when he was in the shower. Except, he’s all slick now rather than wet. When your finger goes deeper to the second joint, it feels like he’s choking. 

“S’that good?” You ask softly. Finger slowly going in and out of his ass. He whines so beautifully. You wonder if this is how he feels when fingering you. Getting to hear noises fall from his pink and kiss bitten lips has delight filling your chest. 

Once he can take your whole finger all the way up to your knuckle, he’s loose enough for little squelching noise to be made, having his face heating up. Every time your finger leaves his ass completely, he’s aching for it back. The foreign pleasure quickly becoming addicting. 

Steve’s neglected cock leaks precum. He’s so hard and his tip is getting red. You want to kiss it better, but hearing the soft hitches of breath every time you push your finger in all the way is almost just as good. 

“Stevie, you want me to add another finger?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

He nods, the curls that are drying in all the wrong ways bounce. When you look over a little to see his face, it’s flushed pink and his eyes are glossed over. He looks a little fucked out already, and you’ve hardly done anything but loosen him up.

You proceed with the second finger, and it goes much the same way. Pushing in and out up to your first joint. His hole stretches in a mesmerizing way, and clenches down hard sometimes. You have to wait patiently till he relaxes again to push deeper. 

“can you—”  

Steve is breathless under your touch. Hardly speaking and he only gestures with his hands to where he knows you put the lube. 

You tsk softy, and pull your fingers away. Leaving Steve to feel empty and needy, gaping hole just desiring to be filled.

“Should have asked sooner, honey. Don’t wanna hurt you.” 

Both your fingers get more lube, and so does his ass. Pushing back in with two fingers to your second joint, you feel his tight sticky walls contract quickly around your fingers. It has Steve gripping at the sheets before trying to steady his breathing. 

“Honey—” 

Steve’s head picks up. His lips are swollen and glossy, and there’s almost a frustrated furrow in his brow along with that dazed expression. 

“Wanna cum.” 

“You do?” 

Your voice is pitched in a soft tone, and he immediately hates you for it because of course he wants to. With your fingers moving like that inside him for the first time, there’s nothing else he would rather do. 

“Please...” 

You get it. You can tell he likes your fingers inside him. But it’s just not enough. Just like when you and Steve tried dry humping for the first time. It felt good, and you were loosing your head with a pillow shoved between your thighs, but it wasn’t enough. If you went on long enough, you could have came. But the overwhelming desire to cum hit way faster. 

So your hand snakes down his body, touching at the tip of his dick has him shuddering. You circle the head a bit in time with your fingers abusing his hole. Precum has weeped everywhere over the towel under him, and it’s already sticky and slick. 

Long drawn out strokes are going up and down his cock and he completely buckled under the touch of your hand. 

“More…” 

“More of what, lovely?” 

Steve shoved his face down into the sheets. He wants to tug at his hair in frustration, but also kiss you roughly in pleasure. He’s embarrassed when a mumbled “both” comes out of his lips.

You bite your lower lip to resist making a pleased smile. Your hand starts going in faster strokes on his cock that automatically makes him bounce back faster on your fingers. 

It’s a beautiful sight to see king Steve with your fingers in his ass begging for more. The sight is so pretty, you feel yourself getting aroused. But now Isn’t the time when Steve gasps softly. 

He’s moaning a little louder now, every once in a while your fingers would graze over a spot too deep and it would have almost a dull pained feeling in his stomach. But it wasn’t pained and it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was only pleasure mixed in with the sting of his hole, and the thrusts of his dick in your hand. He melted into absolute putty in your hands. 

“Oh fuck…” 

His mind was spiraling fast. He knew he was gonna cum but it was so intense this time that it was almost scary. He almost wanted to tell you to slow down, but by that point he was already spilling in your hand. 

“Shit, shit, shit— fuck… Honey, Please—”

His seed is warm all over your hand, and his hole is convulsing around your fingers. It’s sexy and it’s something your mind can’t wait to go to when you get to do this to him again. 

Steve was shaking a little, and breathing ragged. You pull your hand away from his dick and wipe his cum on the towel. Slowly as you can, you pull your fingers from his ass and he whimpers like a kid as you do so. 

He deflated though as soon as you wipe your lubed fingers on the towel too. Your hands touch at his ass first, before smoothing all the way up his back and into his damp hair. Pushing it away from his face. 

“That good?” 

“S’good. I can see now why Eddie is gay.” 

You laugh softly, and you can’t help but look at his freckles and half lidded brown eyes. 

“Not gonna leave me are you?” 

“No— never.” 

Steve turns on his side, then fully on his back. He instantly has your shirt fisted in his hand and pulling you close to him. 

“Please kiss me.” 

It doesn’t take much more than that. You press your lips to his and it’s like your mind numbs of everything in the world. You don’t think about clean up, or dinner, just about him under your touch. When you pull away, it’s like he sucked up all the air from your lungs and now you’re the one feeling dizzy with pleasure. 

“Can I return the favor?” 

“You gonna play with my asshole now?” 

“Maybe. Only if you want.” 

You smile and brush the hair out of his face. He looks tired. Still coming down with his post orgasm clarity. You don’t need him worrying about your own pleasure when he just took such a big step with his. 

“Maybe tomorrow.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” 

“You know the rules.”

He huffs. Acts like he didn’t tell you in a drunken stupor two days ago that he wants you to call the shots.

“You’re fun to tease,” you say, leaning forward again, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. His eyes flutter shut, lips pursing, but you pull away before he has the pleasure.

Steve’s hands shoot up from the couch beside him, and you stop them right before he gets his hand on the nape of your neck and the small of your back. You tut at him, shaking your head, and press his eager hands back into the cushion.

“Please,” he whimpers.

You tuck his hair behind his ear, looking at him lovingly. “Please, what?”

His cheeks are pink. “Let me kiss you. Wanna kiss you so bad.”

You hum. “You don’t get to kiss me. You’re not in charge here, Harrington.”

You run your finger down the bridge of his nose. Steve’s eyes almost cross.

“Please kiss me,” he revises. He adds another please, but it’s hardly above a whisper.

“If you insist.”

His eyes shut again, his pretty face relaxing - relieved. You lean forward, cupping his warm cheeks with your hands, and press a light kiss to his lips.

You pull back a little. He’s expecting more, like that was just a warm up.

It wasn’t.

“Happy now?” you ask.

Steve groans. His head falls back against the couch, his jaw clenched.

You simply giggle.

“Baby,” he says, lifting his head to look at you. Beside him, his fingers flex. “What do I have to do, huh? Begging isn’t enough?”

You shake your head, biting your lip. You move forward to press your lips against his ear.

“Tell me every little thing you want me to do to you.”

To be a bitch, you grind down on his cock. He shivers, cock kicking in his jeans.

You know it’s hard for him to ask for what he wants like this. He usually just gets it, no begging required. It’s awkward, takes him a while to find his words. You watch with glee - it’s very hot to bitch him out.

“Want you to kiss me,” Steve starts. He keeps his eyes closed, and you don’t push it. “I want you to kiss me ‘til it’s hard for me to breathe.”

He shifts, groaning slightly as his cock ruts against you.

“And I want… I want you to give me hickeys.”

“Where?”

His hands twitch, but he stops himself. “My neck.”

You lean in once again, pressing your lips against his sensitive skin. He sighs as you kiss along his jawline.

“What else?”

“I want you to ride me,” he groans. “And when I cum… I want you to keep going.”

You grin, nibbling at him. “Where do you want to cum?”

“Inside,” he rushes out. “Please.”

“Hm. I’ll consider it.” You bite his earlobe. “Anything else?”

He whimpers. “Want you to praise me,” he says quietly.

You laugh breathily, making his skin prickle. “Then lose the attitude.”

You feel him swallow against your lips as you kiss along the skin, waiting until he whimpers at a particularly sensitive spot before sucking. He tastes fresh, a little salty. You lick up his neck and he gasps, hips bucking.

“Want me to mark you up so people know you’re mine, huh?” you whisper. “Maybe I should keep you on a leash, show everyone who owns you.”

“Oh my God,” he groans, his head falling back. You smile, sucking on his pulse point.

“Yeah? Wanna be my puppy, Steve?”

He nods, face red and radiating heat.

You kiss downwards towards the base of his neck, featherlight kisses placed against his scar. “Might as well. You’re acting like a bitch in heat.”

“Please,” he groans.

You gently bite his collarbone and pull away. He looks wrecked, face red, jaw clenched. “What is it, honey?”

“Kiss me,” he whimpers.

You trail your finger across his collarbones, staring into his eyes. He’s pleading, really selling the whole puppy thing. “If you could choose, would you rather kiss me or fuck me?”

“Kiss you.” He doesn’t even have to think about it.

Your cheeks heat now. “You’re such a romantic,” you coo. “Are you just being sweet with me to get what you want?”

Steve shakes his head viciously. “I’m - it’s the truth.”

Taking pity on him, you cup his jaw.

“No hands,” you remind, before pressing your lips to his.

You linger. You don’t quite kiss him hard, but it’s much firmer and longer than what he was previously given. Steve pants against your lips, hands clenching beside you.

You hardly pull away when you ask, “What would you do if I let you touch me?”

“I’d give you everything you want.”

It’s so tempting. There’s not a lot more that you love in this universe than having Steve’s strong arms around you, keeping you pressed to him. He’s always acting like he’s scared to lose you - everyone in his life, in fact - and you can’t quite figure out why.

“If you touch me, will you let me be in charge?”

He nods, coffee-brown pupils blown.

You hop off of his lap and he whines, reaching out for you.

“Relax,” you say, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “Pants and underwear off, honey.”

He moves fast with wide eyes and watches you remove your own clothes. You stay in your bra. It’s thin, and Steve’s eyes immediately hyperfixate on your tits. Your eyes trail down to his cock, painfully hard, tip pink and swollen.

You climb back onto him, straddling his thigh. Steve gasps, hands hovering, waiting for your permission.

“You’re so wet.”

“All for you, pretty boy.”

You take his hands and gently guide them to your hips. His hands immediately find purchase, fingers groping at the soft flesh.

“Don’t try to lead, Steve.”

He shakes his head as if he’d never even think about it.

He sighs as you move, eyes boring into the sight of your slick on his thigh. He sounds like you’re really fucking him, even though his cock is sitting neglected beside you. You glance down to watch it kick on its own, so heavy and lonely.

You bring your hand up to his mouth. “Spit.”

Steve’s eyes focus in. “Huh?”

“Spit, Steve.”

Confused, embarrassed, he does as he’s told.

“Again.”

He gives you much more to work with this time. Your hand snakes down to wrap around his aching cock and he gasps, hips jerking up into your fist.

“Uh-uh,” you chastise, loosening your grip.

“Christ, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please please please give it back!”

You’d never say no to him when he begs like that.

You stroke him in tandem to your hips movements, slow and drawn out. He’s sweating, making such an effort to stay still. His fingers bruise your skin, but you don’t quite mind it.

“You’re so goddamn hot when you beg,” you say, leaning forward to kiss him just a little. “Love seeing you like this. Big, strong Steve Harrington reduced to a little plaything.”

His cock pulses in your palm while his eyes roll back. His neck looks so pretty on display, your hickeys littering the skin, tendons flexing, that little silver scar around his collar like a necklace.

“You really are a good boy, Steve,” you continue, twisting your hand while he pants. “Always so eager to please. So sweet.”

“I love you,” he mumbles.

“I love you, too. Don’t get cute.”

“I need you,” he whimpers.

“Want another kiss?”

He nods, and you lean in. Just as your lips touch, you pull away again, teasing him like before.

He groans, sounding more frustrated than ever. “You’re killin’ me.”

“What’re you gonna do it about it, huh? Gonna pin me down, make me take it? Or is that my job?”

You clit throbs against his thigh, dragging slowly while you watch him short circuit. You bring your hand to your own mouth, spitting before jerking him off again.

“I think you like being out of control,” you sigh. “I think you like it when someone tells you what to do. Don’t you?”

He nods fervently, messy hair falling over his forehead. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if he can’t look at you.

“Then let me give you a task,” you say, moving off of his thigh to straddle both of his legs, the tip of his cock kissing your clit.

You take his hand from your hip and move it between your thighs. “Get me ready for you.”

There’s no hesitation. Steve has two fingers buried inside of you before you can process it, and you moan loudly. His fingers crook up right against the spot you like, making your legs shake.

“Good boy,” you moan, throwing your arms around his neck. “This - this is f-for me, not you.”

His fat cock leaks, anyway. Steve’s knuckles rub against it with every push and pull of his middle and ring fingers.

His thumb swipes across your clit, your nipples perking as he works on you. His eyes are glued to them, lips parted.

“Y’want my tits, too?”

He whines and nods. “Please, please, please give me something.”

“Your fingers in my cunt not enough?”

“I - I -“

“You’re so pussy drunk,” you pant. “Does - does your cock hurt?”

He nods up at you, pouting. His pace doubles down, pressing against your sweet spots firmly and consistently.

“Y’know I need one more,” you say, and he’s slipping his index finger into you, too.

The stretch is uncomfortable, but you’re happy to take the temporary pain.

“So good.” He’s praising you.

You laugh. “You’re my good - my good b-boy, stretching me out so sweet.”

You sink down onto his cock without much warning. So little warning, in fact, that he shouts. Let’s out a little “ah!” and swiftly bucks his hips upward, his hands grabbing your waist. You wince hard, the stretch too much, pain shooting through your pelvis.

“I’m sorry!” he says quickly. He breaks the no-hands rule to cup your cheeks, wiping stinging tears from your eyes. “I didn’t - you didn’t tell me —“

You shake your head, taking a deep breath.

Steve, his own eyes watering, grabs your hips and tries to haul you off, but you glare at him.

“Don’t pull out.”

You hear his breath catch in his throat as he stills. He looks confused, thick brows furrowing together, his chest and face red.

“Need a second,” you whimper. “No apologies, Stevie, my fault for not warning you.”

Kindly, Steve’s thumb finds your clit and he rubs gentle circles into it. You relax a bit, the pain slowly - so slowly - dulling.

“Good boy,” you whisper. “Making me feel so good after splitting me open on your cock.”

He groans. A bead of sweat trails down his temple.

Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath, to focus on anything other than the stretch. “Tell me how my pussy feels.”

Steve swallows hard, his thumb still helping you through it.

“It’s - it’s really - uh, it’s really t-tight. So goddamn tight. And wet, and hot… You - you’re soft.” He shakes his head, widened eyes meeting yours. “I’m not gonna last.”

Steve’s words and work on your clit have your stomach tightening, the pain subsiding.

“You’re going to last, Steve,” you say, lifting up slowly. The relief is immense, but you feel so empty. “You better hold it until I cum. Got it?”

He groans but nods.

“Might as well keep touching me,” you say, giving the tip of his nose a quick kiss. “Need you to keep rubbing my clit, ‘kay? You wanna touch my tits?”

He nods again, eyes hooded. Probably feels so cold without your cunt on his shaft, just the tip inside.

You take one of his hands and move it to your breast. “Not allowed to touch anywhere else. No moving your hips, either. You’re going to take what I give you.”

“I’ll take it,” he agrees.

You sit down without warning and Steve gasps loudly. His thighs tighten under your ass and he grits his teeth, throwing his head back.

“Come on, Steve,” you strain, “touch me.”

He rambles while you ride him, his fingers pinching and pulling at your lace covered nipples and clit. You ride him slowly, looking down at him with your brows stitched together. He’s so gorgeous, so pretty when you get on top. So frazzled and needy. Your hickeys have since turned purple, the bruises on his skin blooming like violets.

You attach your lips to his neck again.

“Ohhhh phhhuuuck,” he groans, the hand on your breast squeezing.

“You feel so good, Steve.” You nip at his jaw and tickle under his ear with the tip of your nose. “Fat fucking cock fills me up so good.”

His eyes roll back. His throat vibrates under your lips.

“Shouldn’t … I shouldn’t have taken i-it so easy on you.” It’s hard to speak, your pleasure growing. “May- maybe I should just sit on you- your cock, keep it warm instead.”

“No no no no no,” he rushes out, shaking his head. “Gotta cum, please let me cum, oh my God.”

“But we just started,” you breathe, picking up your pace. You lift your head to look at him, watching him desperately try to keep his head on. “What’s the fun in that?”

You notice that his thumb has began to move faster, too. He’s clearly trying to get you to cum quickly. And it almost works. Stomach tightening, cunt throbbing around his shaft, and you know it would feel so good to clench down on him and take his cum.

But you maintain your composure.

“No cheating,” you pant.

“Not… I’m not,” he slurs. “Want you t’feel good.”

You laugh breathlessly. “Aren’t you sweet?”

“Lemme help,” he whines, rubbing his thumb over your nipple. “Wanna taste.”

Your pussy aches. “Through my bra.”

He lurches forward to suck and kiss at your tits, dampening the fabric with his spit. It feels so good, the rough lace rubbing against your nipple with each swipe of his tongue. He’s a great multitasker, too, still doing his best with your clit.

You’ve never heard him sound so slutty. He moans, groans, sucks, licks loudly. It’s such a turn on, your stomach flipping, your breaths growing heavy.

“Good boy,” you whimper, moving as fast as your legs will allow you. “So fucking pretty and hot, Steve, l-look at you, Christ. Make - make me feel so good. Y’r so big, f-fillin’ me up - y’gonna cum in me?”

“Please!”

Your legs are sore, shaking at the exertion. You press yourself against his chest, bracing yourself on him.

Your lips ghost over the shell of his ear. You feel him shiver.

“Fuck me.”

Ever obedient, he obeys. Planting his feet, he adjusts his hand to grip your hip and snaps his own up into you.

He fucks like it’s the last time he ever will. Like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel your sweet cunt around him. He groans expletives into the crook of your shoulder, biting your skin, sucking on your neck.

“Shit!” you gasp, your back arching.

Steve moves his arms to wrap around you, keeping you pressed against his chest.

He’s not allowed to do that. But you feel too good to stop him, so you decide to create some equilibrium. Your hands curl into his hair and you tug harshly, forcing his head back, the prettiest noise sneaking out past his lips.

“Gonna make me cum?” you grit, feeling your climax nearing. You don’t even need him to coax you with a finger on your clit. “Y’gonna f-fill my pussy up?”

“Fuck!”

You smash your lips against his, teeth colliding. It’s not a loving kiss - it’s ownership. You own him.

The moment Steve licks into your mouth, you’re done. Body tensing and trembling, you tighten around his cock and cum, hard and swift. He fucks you though it, though he’s whimpering loudly.

He won’t cum until you tell him to.

Using your remaining strength, you put your lips to his ear once more.

Smiling deviously, you whisper, “Fuck a baby into me.”

It’s comical how fast it takes him over the edge. His teeth bite into your shoulder and he groans, slurs out some words that you can’t understand. His warm cock pistons in and out of you until he buries himself all the way inside of you. The pressure is immense, but feeling the warmth of his cum fill you makes it worth it.

Steve’s still panting when you pull back. He’s blissed, fucked out, sweating and red. He smells like sex and sweat and sandalwood. You lean forward to kiss him, nice and soft and sweet, cupping his burning cheeks.

“So good for me, Stevie,” you murmur between kisses. “My beautiful boy, did so good.”

Steve nods, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, eyes almost closed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Your legs still shake, but you do as he requested before. You don’t stop. Your cunt is swollen and sore but you slide up and down his shaft slowly, gasping softly with each rise and fall.

“Hey,” he gasps, digging his nails into your skin. “Baby - woah.”

“You said you wanted me to keep goin’.” You play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He throws his head back, groaning long and deep, writhing beneath you.

“Too much,” he breathes.

“Thought you wanted this, honey. Doesn’t my pussy feel so good? All full of your cum?”

He jerks violently. “Honey — oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Gonna cum again?”

He exhales loudly from his nose. Shakes his head, then nods, then shakes his head again. His stomach ripples and tightens, chest rising and falling rapidly while sweat pools at his hairline.

“Such a fucking slut,” you continue, smiling when he reacts with a whine. “Wanna cum again? Huh? Greedy.”

“I was good,” he chokes out.

And he’s right. It’s his first time, after all. He wasn’t bad for a novice.

“You’re right,” you coo. “Good little slut for me. So handsome when you’re fucked out… cum feels so good in me.” You sink all the way down, resting on his balls, swollen and sensitive. “Look, sweetheart, you’re fucking your cum right back into me.”

You run your nails through the hair on his chest. You lift up once, then down, and he’s cumming again, his back arching and burying himself as far inside of you as he can go.

You kiss around his face, his sweat salty on your lips. With a final peck on his hot cheek, you pinch his side and slide off of him gently, both of you hissing. You press your forehead against his and nuzzle your noses together.

“Hi,” you say softly.

Steve’s still planting. He nods. He can’t speak yet.

“You okay?”

He nods again.

“Let’s lay down, okay?”

You hurt between the legs as you stand unsteadily to let him lay down on the couch. He throws an arm over his eyes and sighs deeply, his spent cock softening on his lower stomach.

“C’mere,” he says hoarsely, reaching for you.

“I’m messy,” you whisper. “And so are you.”

His hand slides downwards, finding your cunt again. You gasp as his fingers weakly slide between your folds, and he groans when he feels his cum slipping out of you.

“Messy,” he repeats, a stupid smile on his face.

“Yeah, you are, too. You want a bath, or just a washcloth?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t go.”

You bite your tongue, trying to suppress a smile as you look at him. “If you get in the bath with me, you can do whatever you want to me tomorrow.”

Steve sighs again, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

“Might need a sec,” he pants.