#sub!steve

In a mature response, you stick out your tongue. Then step into the spray, eager to get rid of the sand stuck to you.

Steve joins you quickly and for once, you're not both battling to be the ultimate shower hog because Steve's fancy-schmancy outdoor beach-house deluxe shower is a waterfall shower.

It's tucked away at the back of the house, meant to let your rinse of all the sand, so you don't track it all inside. Rich people stuff, you guess. But well, you're pretty thankful for it now.

It's spacious, but not exposing. The water is warm. You rub down your arms to free them of salt and sand.

"Honey, you're missing some—" Steve says behind you and you turn for a second, before his hands stop you. "It's on your back, lemme get it."

Then there's his hand, large, fingers spread, tracing along your spine. Warmth follows his touch, his hand washing the water back and forth, agitating the sand free.

"There," He says after a moment, his hand stilled. "All done."

You turn with a smile, "Here I am thinking you just wanted a reason to put your hands on me."

Steve's in the midst of letting the water soak into his hair, rivulets running down his face, dripping from his nose. He pushes his hair back and leans out of the stream, shaking some of the water from his face.

"Wow," He says, lips still collecting stray droplets. "Am I that transparent?"

You laugh at his sardonic tone, which makes Steve smile. He spins around, looking over his shoulder. "Get my back too, will ya?"

You oblige, because he did yours and quite frankly, you also would like to get your hands on him.

The shower does most of it, but you can see what he meant — there's patches of stubborn sand, clinging to him.

You reach out and touch his back, fingers gentle, and Steve gives a little jolt in response. It takes a bit of back and forth, your fingertips passing over his skin, to wash the sand off. You trail down to reach the bit still clinging to his waist.

Then, Steve shivers.

You pause — only for a moment — then continue on smoothly.

You're just stroking along the small of his back now, all the sand already swirling down the drain, but just watching keenly. The shower drums against your shoulder, growing ever so slightly cooler, but you don't notice it.

"Think you got it all, honey?" Steve asks, not bothering to turn his head this time.

You grin at the opening, letting your other hand come up to grip his hip gently. "Uhhh, maybe, let me just..."

The touch of your hand drags forward, curling around his midriff to rest at his navel.

Steve jolts again and you see his head tilt down, can hear the twist of confusion in his voice before he catches on.

"Baby, I got all the... oh."

Your hands have slipped a little lower, settling on the edge of swimshorts. The drawstring toys between your fingers.

"Now who's wanting an excuse to puts hands on—put your hands on- put— shit, you know what I mean."

His fumble makes you laugh, your breath fanning across his back. Either way, you know what a greenlight looks like from Steve.

He's not hard in his shorts, but you know it won't take long to get him there. One hand dips down the front of his shorts, feeling the shape of him in small, delicate motions. The other works open his drawstring deftly.

The strings ping apart with a tug. You can feel his cock beginning to thicken up in response to your touches.

Steve sighs, a big sound, his chest rising and falling. You kiss his shoulder blade.

It's a practiced motion; your thumb dips into his waistband, manoeuvring it to free his cock, and Steve makes a small noise in the back of his throat when your fingers curl around it gently.

Then, you begin to stroke.

It's slow, nearly torturous, all the up and all the way down. There's a bit of friction to it, but with the way Steve hisses, his tummy flexing against your forearm, you can tell it's riding the line between pain and pleasure.

You kiss his back again and silently bemoan that you're missing the show.

"Fuck," Steve mutters, shifting in your hold.

He’s not quite leaning back against you completely, but some of his weight is taken by you. Your other hand holds his hip, keeping him steady. His arms reach out to curl his hands over the edge of the shower wall.

When you stroke him again and receive a hiss in response, you know it’s too much friction. Shushing him dotingly, you pull your hand off his cock and then hold it up, flat, midway up his chest.

Steve makes a little sweet noise when he realises what you want. His hand shifts from the wall, reaching up to cradle it from beneath.

Then, holding your hand still with his, he lets a fat glob of spit pool into your palm.

“Thank you, baby,” You praise him, pairing it with another kiss on his shoulder blade. Steve shivers again — though that might be the slick grip of your fingers around his cock.

You use a press of your hips to angle you both away from the spray of the shower. It’s hitting mainly your lower back now, Steve getting none of it.

Somehow, you’re sure he doesn’t mind.

“Fuck,” he moans, head dropped forward, eyes closing in pleasure. His knuckles grow white with how tightly he grips the wall.

You’re still keeping your motions slow, letting your thumb drag over his slit just to feel Steve’s thighs tremble against you.

“Baby—” He gasps, cutting himself off with a swallowed-back whine.

You can’t tell if it’s a plea for more or just pure, desperate affection falling from his mouth.

“Yeah?” You say, unable to deny yourself another kiss on his shoulder.

He’s taut, tense and shivering more frequently now. His cock throbs in your grasp, his hips making aborted rutting motions forward.

You don’t need to see him to know the head of his cock is probably the prettiest pink, drippy and weepy for you. He’s always so wet for you.

“What, baby?” You coo at him.

It’s fun to make Steve talk when he’s like this. He can’t seem to string words together when you take charge, like thoughts are too hard when you’re toying with his cock.

“I— ngh- c-can you,” He gets out, before he grunts as you switch your focus.

No longer long, languid strokes, you focus on small, sweet little jerks at the head of cock. It drives Steve crazy. You smile against his back, using your spare hand on his side to keep him steady when his knees falter momentarily.

“Can I what?” You ask innocently. As if you can’t guess. It’s more fun to make Steve say it.

And it’s worth it, because Steve swears under his breath, opens his mouth to respond and—

He whines. High and soft.

A fire zip up your spine at the noise, at the pure desperation in it. You grin, half delirious at how wound up you’ve got him, half tempted to tease him for it.

He’s stopped trying to hold back his hips, now opening grinding into your hand.

“You didn’t finish your sentence, Stevie,” you say with a pout.

You’re letting him take what he needs from your hand, fucking into it with these adorable breathy, gaspy moans. You’re not keeping your grip too tight purposely — you don’t want him cumming just yet.

“I-” He starts, but it comes out reedy and thin. A whimper clambers out his throat. “I don’t remember, I don’t— please, it’s not enough, it’s- please,”

You hum, “Please what?”

You’d feel mean if you didn’t know Steve liked it so much. The twitch of his cock in your hand is evidence enough, but the soft whimper in his mouth helps.

“You’re gonna have to say it, baby.”

Steve swears again, his head up and eyes open now, even as his white-knuckled grip doesn’t let up. “You’re such a fucking tease,” He groans, still grinding into your hand that’s providing not quite enough stimulation.

You tsk, kissing his shoulder again to soften the teasing. “Those definitely aren’t the right words.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later,” you say amusedly. God, he’s such a brat sometimes.

Steve growls beneath his breath, chest heaving, and you know he’s reaching his breaking point. His head hangs back down, thighs still trembling, and it’s as you begin to slow down your motions, does it burst out of him.

“Make me cum!” He says breathlessly. Like he’s almost worried you’ll leave him here, on the edge. “Please. Please, please make me cum.”

You release his cock. Steve whines, too wound up and disappointed to understand, but you’re only bringing it back to spit it in.

“There,” you say, even though Steve’s brain is probably entirely in his dick right now. “Was that so hard?”

If he could think at all, he’d probably bitch at you right now.

Instead, slicker than before, your fingers tighten around his cock this time and Steve moans, loud and unashamed.

Your soft, wet hand suddenly makes a perfectly snug hole to fuck and Steve mewls at the change. His hips speed up, sloppy noises getting louder, and his own sounds in turn.

It never does take long after a bit of teasing — another twenty seconds and you can hear the tell-tale sounds of approaching the edge.

Hips chasing it desperately, Steve chokes out a whimper, one that makes your thighs clench together, then he’s shuddering. You feel the pulse of his cock in your hand as he paints the shower wall with ropes of cum.

It’s a long one. You keep your hand where it is, letting him wring out all the pleasure he can, while the other pets his hip adoringly.

“There we go, that’s it,” you murmur, another dozen kisses between his shoulders blade. “Good boy, you did so good. That was a big one, huh? Did so good for me.”

The pleasure drags into overstimulation and at the first unpleasant noise from Steve, you’re springing your fingers apart. You reach it back, letting the still going shower rinse it clean so you can get both hands on him as soon as possible.

Both hands stroking soothingly down his back, it takes another minute before Steve releases the shower wall and turns to you. He’s still so pink, down his neck, his chest, and there’s a hazy look to his face. Oh yeah, you fucked him good.

He halfheartedly tucks himself away, then hefts a sigh and turns to you completely. You already know what he wants — meeting him midway to a hug already, arms up around his neck.

“Jesus,” Steve mumbles into your neck. You can feel his still rabbiting pulse. His arms around you are loose, like he’s turned to jelly on the inside.

“No, just me,” you tease, then turn to press a kiss to his head. You run a loving hand down the back of his neck, teasing at the hair. “Okay?”

Steve hums to answer your question. Then, voice raspy, says, “Yeah. Just— yeah, Jesus Christ. I think I need a nap after that.”

“C’mon then,” you say, pulling back but staying close. You reach over to shut off the shower and lead Steve to the towels, letting him follow you in a drowsy haze.

Still damp from the shower, barely towelled off, you both collapse into the king-sized bed. Steve doesn’t even make it beneath the covers before his eyes are shut. He doesn’t need it. He runs hotter than the sun.

You smile at him, peppering a dozen kisses to his forehead, and then get bundled up yourself.

“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.

Tomorrow, Steve's life would change for good. Or for bad, we couldn't be sure. Though they'd said it wasn't very likely, there was always something that could go wrong. You just hoped you'd get your Steve back in one piece.

But you weren't the only nervous one, though. Steve was tough, for sure, but he had a soft heart and you yearned to protect it.

So when he was laid out here in front of you, panting so hard you worried for his lungs, you couldn't help the fond smile creeping its way onto your face.

You'd been kissing around his thighs for a bit, just softly teasing him, trying to get his mind off tomorrow.

But Steve was never one to handle teasing well. You hadn't even been at him for that long, before he started whining 'please' and how 'he wants more'.

Taking pity on him, and remembering you were doing this to help release his tension, you gave in to his begging.

"Stevie, sit still for me," you scolded him as he squirmed when you finally touched his leaking cock. You knew he couldn't do that, though. He never could. Other times, you might be a little mean about it, but not tonight.

He was trying, really, but the sensations were so intense and he loved you so much and he just wanted to come.

So he whined softly, not being able to keep quiet when you got him like this, licking his tip while you fondled his balls as he could do little else but lay there and take it.

It had taken a long time to get him this comfortable, though. You remember the beginning of your relationship, when he was so shy he could barely look you in the eye, much less while you were in a compromised position such as this one.

He didn't understand how he'd gotten so lucky. But he had, you chose him, every day again and again. You saw the kind of man he was, his goodness and his pureness. How he defended those who didn't dare defend themselves, even if it was at his own expense. How he was always ready to extend a helping hand to those who needed it, taking care of the community around him like it was his sole mission in life.

But who took care of him? You had taken on that role, making sure he knew how cherished and wonderful he was. It could still sometimes make him turn pink when he realised the intensity of your love for him. He didn't think he deserved that kind of high praise.

"Love you, Stevie," you smiled before engulfing his cock in your mouth.

He gasped out, eyes screwing shut as he pushed the back of his head deeper into the pillow. He could feel you smiling around his cock, and the slight scratch of your teeth send his mind reeling.

You took him deeper, moving your hands to the part of his dick that didn't fit as Steve let out little huffs above you.

Switching gears, you popped your mouth off his cock and moved down lower, sucking his balls as your hands continued stroking him. Steve felt himself ascend to nirvana, whimpering as his back arched up.

"Does that feel good, Stevie?" You grinned at him from your position at his balls. He moaned out as your thumb swiped over his slit, "Yes! Please, don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not planning to."

Steve knew he should be worried by the devilish glint in your eye, but he was too engulfed by the current pleasure to care.

You gathered the spit in your mouth, letting it drip down onto his tip before you tried to take him all the way in your mouth. As you did so, nose pressing against his pubic bone, Steve let out an unrestrained shout, hips bucking into your face as he came without warning.

You grinned as you moved off of him once again, but you didn't let up the movement of your hand. The other hand came to fondle his balls again, now drained by his orgasm.

"Look at these," you cooed. "Think you can give me some more?"

"Please," Steve whimpered as he turned his head from side to side, not knowing what to do with all the extra stimulation to his sensitive cock. "I can't, I can't..."

"You can, Steve, and you will." You punctuated your words with a squeeze around his hardening shaft, causing him to whine out as he squirmed.

As you moved to engulf him in your mouth again, Steve couldn't help the sounds flying out of his. He was so sensitive, and he knew you well enough to know there was no taking a break.

You licked a stripe from his balls to his tip, one hand scratching and massaging his thigh as the other stroked his dick.

But as Steve kept squirming below you, you moved a hand to his hip bone to push him down.

"Sit still, Steve. Thought you didn't want me to stop? Then take it."

"I will, I will! I can take it, please, wanna come," he babbled as he continued to buck his hips up, despite your warning hand on his hip.

As you popped your mouth off once again, feeling he was close to his second orgasm, you moved the hand on his hip to his balls once again, squeezing them tightly. Steve let out a yelp, eyebrows scrunching up as his back arched again.

"Are you close, sweetheart? Hmm? C'mon, cum for me like a good boy, Stevie."

That set him off, fucking your fist by himself as he cried out. "Oh, hng, I'm, I'm—"

And then he went quiet, mouth opening in a silent scream as white liquid spurted from his tip. His hips continued to buck wildly until his orgasm had subsided and the stimulation grew to be too much.

Then, he collapsed on the sheets, completely still for a moment to recover.

You grabbed a wash cloth, cleaning your hand and then him, making him whine softly at the cold sensation.

Only when you got into bed with him, did Steve's eyes suddenly fly open in horror.

"Sweetheart, you didn't come."

"Shh, it's okay. This was about you."

He rolled on his side, facing you. "But I can make make you feel good. Promise."

You smiled tiredly at him. "Tomorrow, if you still want to. For now, rest. You need it."

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're being so good for me, Steve. Staying still and everything.”

Hearing your soft praise, Steve's eyes lit up and a blush blossomed across his cheeks. You made him feel like a high schooler again. He'd never done this before, but he trusted you enough to relinquish control. Taking a shaky breath, he nodded and spoke up again.

“I want to be good for you, sweetheart. Please, keep going.”

“Okay. Just keep taking deep breaths for me.”

Not wanting to overwhelm him, you shifted on your knees and slowly sank down onto his length. You made sure that you were taking every inch without moving too fast. Feeling comfortably full, he was buried inside, and you took a steady breath.

Steve's face was still flushed, and his back had slightly arched due to the sensation of your warmth around him. His eyes instinctively screwed shut, but you quickly corrected him. “Eyes open, baby. I want you to watch me ride you.”

“Sorry, honey.”

“Don't apologize, just listen.”

He obliged and opened his eyes again. Steve's gaze roamed your bare body, and he let out a soft whimper at the sight of you on top of him. Usually, he'd hold your hips while you rode him, but they were still restrained. Part of him felt useless, and he hesitantly spoke again.

“What am I supposed to do if I can't hold you?”

“Just look pretty and lay there like a good boy. This isn't about me making me feel good. Getting you off is enough for me.”

At your reassurance, Steve had to bite back another whimper and nodded. You wanted him to just lie there, so that's exactly what he was going to do. He was going to be good for you, damn it.

You made sure he was ready before starting to ride him. Your breasts bounced. You settled into a rhythm, and felt his hips buck. Instead of reprimanding him for moving, you leaned forward and kissed him. Steve whined against your lips, and the sound turned you on even more - if that was possible. His chest was heaving, and you knew he wasn't going to last long. You didn't mind, though. Pulling back, you gently caressed his bearded jaw and stared at his face for a moment.

“You gonna come for me, baby? All you gotta do is ask.”

Nodding eagerly, Steve's hips jutted forward again and he let another needy mewl. There was no way that he was going to last any longer. Typically, he'd be embarrassed by this kind of reaction, but he could tell that you were also close by the way your cunt was pulsating.

“Yes, please. Can I come?”

“Good boy. Thank you for asking. Let go for me.”

Steve's cock twitched when you gave him permission to come. His body spasmed slightly as he gave in to the pleasure and spilled inside of you. You continued riding him through his orgasm until yours followed. Letting out a loud moan of your own, you allowed your body to fall forward and laid your head on your boyfriend's chest. The two of you were completely spent and glistening with sweat.

You caught your breath before reaching up and untying Steve's hands. There were faint red marks on his wrists, and you pressed a kiss to each rope burn. Pulling back, you saw the dazed expression on his face and grinned. You'd fucked him dumb.

“You were perfect, Steve. I bet you're exhausted, huh?”

“I'm so tired, sweetheart.”

Your smile softened, and you moved a damp piece of hair away from his forehead. Steve had been so good for you, and did everything you asked. Now, he could rest. You kissed his temple and settled back onto his chest. He clearly wasn't in a rush to pull out.

“We can sleep like this, baby.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Relaxing at the idea, Steve nodded and nestled his face into the crook of your neck. The idea of sleeping while still buried inside of you proved him with the best kind of relief. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes. The two of you laid like that until you both drifted off.