sitting on steve's lap just sucking on his fingers for fun and he has to keep pulling them away because she won't stop legit gagging herself with his fingers, he's just like you're gonna hurt yourself:(( but his gentleness is just soo attractive she's just all over him
you’re curled up on steve’s lap on his couch, the soft glow of the lamp in the corner barely cutting through the dim living room. his thighs are warm and solid beneath you, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist while the other hand rests lazily on your hip. you’ve been like this for a while now, just sucking on his fingers for fun, slow and lazy, your tongue swirling around them like they’re the only thing that matters.
you take them deeper, letting them slide past your lips until they hit the back of your throat. a wet gag slips out, your eyes watering just a little, but you don’t pull back. instead you push forward, sucking harder, the soft sounds filling the quiet space between you.
“hey… hey, sweetheart,” steve murmurs, voice low and gentle, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. he tugs his fingers back slowly, the wet pop when they leave your mouth making your cheeks heat. “you’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that.”
you whine softly, chasing his hand, lips already parted again. “but i like it,” you mumble, voice a little slurred from how worked up you are. you grab his wrist gently and guide his fingers back between your lips, sucking them in with a quiet hum.
steve lets out a soft laugh, but there’s no real scolding in it, just that warm fondness that makes your stomach flip. he watches you with those big brown eyes, half-lidded and soft, as you hollow your cheeks and take them deeper again. another gag, wetter this time, and he’s immediately pulling them back, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
“easy, baby. you’re gagging yourself pretty bad,” he says, so gentle it makes your head spin. his voice is all husky and careful, like he’s worried but also completely wrapped around your finger. “i don’t want you choking on me like that.”
you shake your head a little, pressing closer on his lap, your body molding against his chest. “don’t care… feels good,” you slur slightly, the words messy around the edge of a moan. you lean in and suck his fingers right back in, tongue pressing flat against them, eyes fluttering shut as you bob your head just a little, letting them slide in and out with wet, obscene sounds.
steve groans quietly, his hips shifting under you. you can feel him getting hard beneath your thigh, but he doesn’t push it, doesn’t try to take control. he just lets you have your fun, even as he keeps gently tugging his fingers away every time you push too deep and gag again.
“jesus, you’re gonna kill me,” he breathes, but his hand stays soft on your face, thumb stroking your cheek while his fingers rest against your tongue. “look at you… all over me just from sucking my fingers. so pretty like this.”
you hum around him, the vibration making his breath hitch. you take them a little deeper again, eyes watering, a soft choked sound escaping, and he’s right there pulling them back with that same careful touch.
“c’mon, sweetheart, not so deep. you’re gonna make yourself sore,” he coos, voice dripping with that gentle worry that only makes you want him more. you’re practically melting into him, thighs squeezing together on his lap, your hands clutching at his shirt as you chase his fingers again.
he lets you suck them back in, slower this time, watching your lips stretch around his long fingers with dark eyes. every time you gag, even a little, he’s there, pulling away just enough, murmuring soft little “easy, baby” and “not too much, okay?” that make your whole body feel warm and fuzzy.
you love how gentle he is. the way he could so easily take over but chooses to let you play, only stepping in when you’re being a little too reckless with yourself. it makes you dizzy, makes you press closer, sucking harder, letting the wet sounds and your soft whines fill the couch.
steve’s breathing is heavier now, his free hand sliding up your back under your shirt, palm warm against your skin. “you’re so good for me,” he whispers, voice rough but still so tender. “even when you’re trying to swallow my fingers whole.”
you pull off just long enough to catch your breath, lips shiny and swollen, a thin string of spit connecting you to his fingers. “steve…” you mumble, voice all slurred and needy, before leaning in to take them again, slower this time, savoring the weight on your tongue.
he chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, i’ve got you. just… be careful, okay? don’t wanna hurt that pretty mouth.”
you nod around his fingers, eyes half-closed, completely lost in the feeling of him being so sweet while you’re making such a mess. the couch feels smaller, the air thicker, and you’re just content to stay right here, sucking on steve’s fingers while he keeps you safe with that gentle touch that drives you crazy.
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