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steve’s hand was pressed over your mouth, muffling the sounds of your desperate moans and choked cries as his cock drilled into you from behind. he had his chest pressed to your back and his other hand gripping your hip, his once neatly styled hair now a mess over his forehead from how you tugged on it when kissing him.

“i told you to be quiet, didn’t i?” steve asked huskily, while his hips continued to pound into yours. his mouth was near your ear, his hot breath fanning your sweaty skin with each huff of effort he made as he fucked you.

you didn’t respond, too busy feeling lost in some hazy dreamlike state as steve tore you apart. you couldn’t even think of how much time had actually passed, everything moved in a blur.

steve’s rough pace of his hips served to drive you further toward the edge, the feeling of your release building rapidly. your loud cry was muffled against his hand, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks and pooling at his fingers where they were pressed to your skin.

a breathy grunt left steve’s lips, giving your hip a tight squeeze. “i asked you a question.” he hissed, voice low in your ear. you whimpered against his hand again instead, too fucked out to process his words.

he laughed at that—low and rumbly in his chest—angling himself perfectly just the way you needed him to. the sound of your bodies colliding—mixed with the slap of your skin meeting—made everything feel so intense and so risky. if anyone passed by outside of the door, they would without a doubt hear something.

you were supposed to be quick. the two of you snuck away from the others, steve unable to keep his hands to himself so he had to drag you into the small bathroom with him at the wsqk station.

it was only a matter of time before someone came looking. someone was bound to come knocking at any moment, and the two of you would be caught. no lie would be enough to cover for you both, with the state the two of you were in.

you with your red blotchy cheeks and glassy eyes, and steve with his messy hair and kiss swollen lips. the thrill was what you loved, though. you loved when he was so needy for you that he had to drag you off into some closet or bathroom—bending you over any surface he could to fuck you, or pressing you up against the wall with your legs tight around his waist.

laughter passed outside the door, footsteps going by and your eyes went wide. your breathing was heavy against his palm, steve able to feel the quick puffs of air against his fingers. his hips didn’t stop moving though, even if you froze up at the sound of someone so close.

his cock continued to pound into your cunt, drilling right into that spot that made you see stars. your eyes rolled back, a muffled whine falling into steve’s palm.

“someone probably heard you, baby.” steve teased, once he knew whoever it was was far enough away now. “probably heard how pathetic you sound with my cock in you.”

your cheeks burned hot at his words, shaking your head in reply as he chuckled. “no? you think they didn’t?” he continued on with the teasing, fingerprint bruises forming on your hip due to his tight grip. he slowed his hips just a bit, now dragging his cock slowly in and out of your tight pussy.

you made a noise of complaint at how he slowed, your hips weakly pushing back against his to try and fuck yourself on his cock. he licked his lips, groaning out lowly. “god, just look at you.” his voice sounded scratchy and worn with the effort to keep quiet. “just can’t get enough of my cock, hm? you’re so pathetic like this.”

your eyes were shut, nodding in agreement with him without a care. he laughed again, the pace of his thrusts beginning to pick back up. “that’s right, baby. you know your place.”

his hand moved from your hip to play with your clit instead, his ring and middle finger rubbing quick tight circles over it. your pussy clenched around him, your walls warm and wet around his length as he groaned quietly against your ear.

your release came quickly not soon after, vision whiting out as you came hard around him. he kept his palm pressed over your mouth, keeping your moans hidden from the ears of anyone else. he felt you panting against him, his own release following.

his warm cum spilled into you, steve having to bite down on his lip as he filled you. “fuck, take it, baby.” he continued toying with your clit, while his cock pulsed inside of you. your hand reached down to weakly push his hand away, steve dragging his slick fingers across your thigh.

steve finally moved his hand away from your mouth as well, straightening out as he pulled his cock out from you. your legs shook, your body slumped over the sink in the bathroom.

the feeling of his release leaking from your spent pussy made you press your thighs together with a shy blush on your cheeks. steve looked down to watch, his fingers spreading you open for him shamelessly. a soft whine escaped you—steve grinning proudly as he watched his cum drip from your used hole.

“god, you look so pretty for me.” steve praised, sinking to his knees behind you. you didn’t even realize he did so, until you felt his warm tongue lap at your slick folds and fuck into you.

you gasped, a surprised moan falling from your lips. “steve, i–“ you broke off into a whimper, knowing that what was supposed to be a quickie, was far from over.

The birds were just beginning to chirp outside of the window, the morning sun barely beginning to rise. Through the cracks in the blinds of Kurt’s bedroom, the morning rays had slowly begun to peek through.

Everything was still in the room, peaceful and calm. Aside from Kurt’s thoughts. His mind was racing, as you lay next to him sound asleep. He woke up from a certain kind of dream about you, images of you riding him with your tits bouncing in his face as you had a hand wrapped around his throat. The way you called him a good boy, singing out praise as you took what you needed from him. His cock was straining in his sweatpants since he woke up, the amount of precum he leaked during his dream making a wet spot form on the front of the material.

He let out a small whine, his hips shifting as he tried to fall back asleep. He was so turned on, his mind so consumed with thoughts of you and how badly he wanted you. He turned his head to the side of the bed you were on, laying on your side facing him with your pretty lips slightly parted in just an oversized t-shirt and your underwear. His eyes studied you for a few moments with a look of admiration and need hidden in his eyes.

Kurt rolled onto his side and reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand shaky from the way he was holding back against his urges. “Fuck..” He muttered under his breath, reaching down with his other hand to palm at his aching cock as it tented in his sweatpants.

A shaky exhale came from him at the feeling, Kurt’s eyes slipping shut for a few seconds. He bit down on his lower lip, picturing it was your hand on him instead. You always made him feel so good, the way you flicked your wrist just the right way as you stroked his thick cock. He loved how you paid extra attention to his sensitive tip, your pretty pink lips wrapped around it in such a sinful way as you gently sucked and swirled your tongue around it. The way you always kept your eyes locked on him nearly sent him into cardiac arrest every single time. You were so good to him, and he was utterly obsessed with you in every way possible.

Another whine escaped his chapped lips, his breathing growing heavier as his need for you grew stronger. It was getting increasingly harder for him to hold back, he felt filthy. Wrong. You were asleep, he shouldn’t be so turned on like he is and he shouldn’t be fighting back the urge to touch you and take what he needed right now. But the thought of stuffing you with his cock right now consumed his brain, in ways that were driving him crazy.

He moved his hand away from you and his other away from his cock as he turned onto his back again, inhaling deeply and exhaling through his mouth. He was trying so hard to clear his head, to calm himself down and just fall back asleep until it was actually a decent hour to wake up at and he wasn’t so riled up and turned on. But having a clear mind for a few moments only served to help him remember a few weeks prior, when you and him had a talk about boundaries and what sort of things you’d both be okay with.

The conversation came up due to how serious things were headed with the two of you, and due to how often you two were staying the night at each other’s houses now. You’d been together for just a year now, and while you’d had talks at the start of your relationship, this was different. It was deeper, more of the real things coming out with the two of you because of the milestone.

Something you had mentioned—with rosy tinted cheeks and a gaze that met the floor rather than Kurt’s eyes—was that being used in your sleep was something that interested you. The idea of feeling so wanted in that way sparked a certain kind of heat low in your belly, and made your entire body feel like it was on fire. You had a special sort of interest in feeling needed like that—just knowing that your partner couldn’t wait and needed to have you as quick as they could.

When you mentioned it, Kurt’s eyes lit up and his stomach turned as he pictured it in his head. His first instinct was an immediate yes, thinking how that was definitely something he wanted as well. He licked his lips as he thought it over, momentarily tuning you out as you went into more detail about it and the extent of your boundaries regarding it. You had to snap him out of his thoughts, as he shook his head and focused on you again to show he was paying attention.

At the time of, after the question really settled in, he asked you explicitly if you were sure that was okay—with an insane amount of nerves swarming his head and making his voice shaky and stuttery. You had told him yes, each time he asked for reassurance—which happened to be about three times before you huffed and shut him up with a soft kiss to ease his newfound anxiety from the conversation. And that was that.

As time went on, however, Kurt still hesitated. He was always so worried about upsetting you—his biggest fear was losing you and what the two of you had together. Time kept dragging, and he didn’t act on it—instead keeping to your usual way of doing things together.

But fuck, did he want it. Kurt turned his head to eye you down again, how you now shifted and were on your back with your shirt pulled taut over your chest from the movement—your pebbled nipples visible through the thin fabric. He cursed under his breath again, his heart pounding in his chest as he debated it over in his mind. You said you were okay with it, you gave him the green light. He knew you wouldn’t be upset with him, so why was he so nervous you would be instead?

Kurt had a mental debate for another solid minute, the sound of a soft sigh escaping your lips from next to him—as you shifted the slightest bit again—being what broke him out of it. He decided to go for it, after all.

He started first with his shaky hand reaching out toward you again, but instead of your hair—he went for your breast. His hand cupped your tit in his large hand, letting out a whine as he gently squeezed while his thumb swiped over your hardened nipple through the thin fabric covering it. He swallowed the built up saliva in his throat, his cock twitching in the confines of his sweatpants and boxers. He was so turned on that his cock was throbbing with the complete need to be deep inside of your pussy pounding into you.

He fondled your boob for a few moments—something he was always a fan of doing as he was obsessed with your boobs in every way—before he finally scooted himself a bit closer to you. The room was filled with his heavy breathing, the way he let out huffs of air from his nose as he slid his hand lower and carefully began to place it under your shirt.

His calloused hand slid up the smooth skin of your stomach, dragging the shirt up a bit as much as it could go while he went. He shut his eyes at the feeling of your soft skin under his rough palm, his hand cupping your tit fully now.

With a nervous look in his eyes, Kurt glanced up at your face again—making sure you weren’t stirring awake yet. He wanted to try and drag this out for as long as he could. He took his time gently playing with your nipples, growing more confident as the seconds passed with his hands on you.

Kurt’s hand slipped out of your shirt, while he did his best to lift your top up with a whine of frustration at how it was trapped with how you were laying. He wanted his mouth on you—your nipple between his lips as he sucked at it and drooled all over you. When your shirt wouldn’t budge, he gave up for now. Instead he scooted himself a bit closer again, nervously leaning down and beginning to mouth lightly at the exposed skin of your lower belly.

His teeth nipped at your stomach just next to your belly button, his tongue poking out next to drag it over your skin. He groaned to himself, lightly sucking a mark in his trace before he pulled back. Kurt paused when you moved again, your legs shifting position on the creaky mattress as you let out another soft sigh when you settled again. His wide eyes stayed on you for a few baited breaths, waiting with his heartbeat in his ears if you were going to wake up right now. Before he could even really get started.

When you remained asleep, he let go of the breath he was holding and shut his eyes to compose himself. Kurt swallowed thickly, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your underwear. He went over it in his head again, momentarily thinking if he should. If that was okay. The question barely left a taste on his tongue before he gave in to his desires, his slender fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.

A groan instantly fell from his lips when his fingers met your folds—already a bit slick with arousal. He began to wonder if you were having any sort of dream about him as well, if sinful images of the two of you danced behind your eyelids as you slept so soundly next to him on his bed.

Kurt dragged his middle finger through your folds, dipping down to graze over your hole as he gathered the bit of arousal that was present. He trailed his finger back up again, before he carefully began to circle your clit. His ears perked up at the sound of a soft whimper escaping you, even in your sleep. He watched while your eyebrows twitched, disrupting your once peaceful features.

Kurt’s eyes were dark with a deep sense of desire, his veins thrumming with how needy he felt. The pad of his middle finger soft rubbed over your clit, while his free hand once again slipped down to grasp his cock through his sweatpants.

He hissed with pleasure, speeding up the circles he was rubbing your clit with. More wetness began to build, another whimper being made from you as Kurt’s ring finger joined his middle in his efforts of pleasuring you as you slept.

Momentarily, he paused what he was doing and pulled his hand out. He hooked his fingers under his own waistbands, tugging both his sweatpants and his boxers down together to free his hard cock. He sighed in relief, the cool air of the fan blowing lightly against his skin while he shivered.

Kurt was quick to return to what he was doing with you, though, his fingers eagerly slipping under the waistband of your panties again and clumsily finding your clit. His free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself with the same speed he was rubbing you with. A needy moan fell from his parted lips, precum leaking from his tip and slipping down the side of his cock.

His cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, hearing the sound of your arousal begin to grow more audible in the otherwise quiet room with the wetter you got for him. Kurt slipped his fingers lower now, pushing his middle one into your tight hole. He hissed with the way your pussy was barely letting his finger in, your walls tight around his single finger as he eased it into you. He had his lip tucked between his teeth, his hips steadily lifting to fuck his hand while he began to finger you.

“Fuck, babe..” Kurt muttered, your pussy practically squeezing his finger. You were so wet for him like this, your cunt dripping before you even opened your eyes. He found this entire situation so hot, your body completely his to use how he wanted right now. He knew you could wake up at any moment, and he was so eager to hear your pretty moans and see the look of momentary confusion adorn your features as you pieced together what was happening between your legs. Fuck, he wanted to witness that so badly. He wanted you to wake up as he finger fucked you greedily, maybe even as he lapped at your pussy and tasted you how he so badly craved.

Once he felt you were ready for it, his ring finger slid in alongside his middle—the two fingers now quickly moving inside of your soaked cunt. His hand faltered on his cock, his body trembling with how turned on he was.

A moan finally came from you, Kurt’s lips breaking out into a smile. “Y–Yeah, that’s right..” He spoke quietly, feeling shy even if you were still asleep. “Knew you’d love this.” Kurt mumbled, his long fingers curling as his pace sped up.

Your body shifted again, more than it did beforehand, and he knew you must’ve been waking up finally. Kurt pulled his hand away from his cock, pausing with you as he pushed himself to sit up on his knees facing you. He resumed the movement of his fingers, now fully focused on your face as he curled them again while his palm slapped against your needy pussy. His free hand nudged your thigh closest to him, spreading your legs further apart so he could have better access to your pussy.

Kurt felt as your hole clenched around him, his eager eyes watching your features shift and your eyebrows furrow. He had a grin on his face, looking like a mess while he fingered you with sloppy excitement. His heart pounded in his chest when your eyes finally blinked open, your bleary gaze instantly landing on your boyfriend.

Your cheeks bloomed a deep shade of red, the realization setting in just how Kurt hoped it would. Your lips parted with another moan, your boyfriend letting out a tiny laugh at how his plan worked out. “Good morning.” He greeted you, sounding far too casual for how he was knuckle deep inside of you. “N–Needed you so badly.”

Your hazy brain couldn’t even come up with a response right away, feeling clouded with lust and residual feelings of sleep as your eyes slipped shut again and your back arched. “I–“ The words fell off into a gaspy whimper, Kurt’s face full of delight at the sound. It was no secret that he loved knowing he was making you feel good, he lived off of it. Any sort of sound of pleasure you made, or any praise you spoke, had him weak in the knees and his chest swelling with pride.

“F–Fuck..” You moaned, feeling like a complete pile of mush as Kurt’s palm continuously slapped against your pussy with a lewd wet sound and his fingers hit the perfect spot inside of you.

Kurt pulled his fingers out after a few seconds, the abruptness making you lift your head again with a look of betrayal in your tired stare. He didn’t give you time to question it though, his hands quickly tugging your panties down your legs and tossing them to the floor. His pupils dilated at the sight of your pretty pussy on display for him, folds dripping with the arousal he caused.

Before you knew it, he was laying on his stomach between your legs and his mouth was on you instantly. You gasped again, your hand reaching down to tangle in his hair as his mouth latched onto your puffy clit. His tongue flicked at it with a sense of familiarity—something he learned over time with your help and gentle guidance as he figured out how to go down on you.

Kurt moaned against you, eagerly sucking and lapping up your slick arousal that coated your folds. He breathed you in for a second, his eyes rolling back before his mouth was back on you properly again.

“Kurt, baby– Slow down–“ You tried to request, your words broken up with soft breaths as he ate you out like his life depended on it. You wondered how long he had been doing any of this for—how long his hands roamed your skin and his fingers fucked into you for before you woke up.

He was in a rush now that you were awake, going all in and devouring you in the best way. You moaned out his name, thighs pressing against the sides of his head and your hand tugging at his hair. Already, you felt like you were close. You could feel that familiar coil deep in your belly, winding tighter as Kurt brought you where you now so desperately needed to be.

Kurt pulled back for just a second, gathering saliva with his tongue before spitting onto your pussy. You gasped, feeling it land directly on your hole before his tongue began to fuck into you. His hands were gripping your thighs, the blunt feeling of his nails digging into your soft skin making your head spin and your stomach muscles tighten.

He was grinding his cock against the mattress, the friction making him moan against you as he grew more frantic with the movements of his hips. He was so wound up, desperately searching for release of his own. He had his eyes shut with full focus on you, the tight grip he had on your thighs leaving a subtle ache that you knew would leave bruises after all of this was done and over with.

Your hips began to shift now as well, grinding against his face as he followed the movements with his mouth. When Kurt ate you out, he was like a man starved. He was so nervous and shy with it at first, but after you helped him learn things and gave tips—he was a completely different person. He could make you see stars with his mouth on your clit or his tongue fucking into your needy hole. He loved to have his face buried between your thighs, and he was obsessed with feeling your thighs clench around his head. The taste and smell of you turned him into a crazed version of himself, and he had no sense of shame about it.

You began to let out a string of curse words, inching closer to your release as your body tensed up and your jaw dropped open. Your thighs began to shake, your hips stuttering against his face as Kurt’s mouth brought you to your orgasm. You came with a near squeak of his name, Kurt moaning into your drenched folds again as he drank up your release—while his own crashed over him as well.

He released thick ropes of cum against the mattress with a needy whimper muffled into your pussy, his own thighs were trembling with how hard he finished. He was breathing heavily against you, yet still so insistent on giving you his all.

His mouth didn't let up, until you tapped out with three taps to his hand on your thigh. Kurt pulled back with a pleased look on his face and your arousal coating his lips and chin, your thighs falling open and still trembling while you panted to catch your breath.

Kurt lifted his hand and wiped his mouth, his own breathing labored and matching yours. He gave you a few seconds before he cracked open the silence again. “Well..” He trailed off, his usual nerves mixed with his jittery pride he felt for himself.

A breathy laugh came from you, shaking your head. “Well, good fucking morning.” You breathed out, a grin of disbelief on your face as you tore your gaze away from the ceiling to meet his eyes. “Holy shit, Kurt.”

He grew shy under your tender gaze, blushing deeply as he scratched at the back of his neck. “Was it.. okay?” He asked nervously, and you gave him a dumbfounded look for a second before you tugged him up so he was hovering over you. His cock twitched at the action, still so sensitive as it slowly softened against your thigh.

“Okay? Baby, that was so good.” You replied, pulling Kurt in for a messy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the fact made you moan softly into the kiss. Once you pulled away, you kept your faces close together, “I thought you just weren’t into it like I was, I completely dropped the thought so I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Kurt quickly shook his head at your confession, looking fully serious. As serious as he could be with his cock pressed to your thigh with no barriers of clothing—threatening to get hard again just from the conversation being held. “No, I’m– I’m so into it.” He replied, swallowing. “I wanna do it again.” He spilled his own confession, and your eyes lit up a bit at the words with an eager grin.

You pressed another kiss to his lips, “Next time maybe you can wake me up by fucking me?” You suggested, Kurt’s eyes nearly bulging out of his head. “You’d like that, hm, Kurtie?” You teased once you saw his reaction, looking almost feral as he nodded quickly in response.

“Yeah, I–“ He paused for a second, letting out a shaky breath. “I want that. Wanna do that so bad.” He looked shy above you, yet crazed at the same time as his eyes were widened with lingering arousal and his chin still glistening with your release that was missed when he wiped it. Your hand cupped his chin, swiping your thumb over it before pressing it to his lips.

Kurt parted them for you, allowing you to push your thumb into his mouth as he wrapped his lips around it. He ran his tongue over the pad, his eyes on yours as he lightly sucked. You cracked a small smile at him again, pulling your thumb free and cupping his cheek instead. “You’re such a good boy for me, Kurt.”

He whined softly, his cock stirring again from where it was still pressed to your thigh. He ducked his head, pressing it into your neck as he breathed you in. The familiar scent of your now slightly faded body wash, mixed with a subtle smell of the sweat that coated your skin as he pleasured you filled his senses. “Please, I want–“ He trailed off, shifting his hips forward to press his steadily hardening cock against you a bit firmer. “I need you.”

Kurt moved a bit, settling fully between your legs instead of having your thigh between his. His sensitive length pressed to your core—your thighs spreading further to fit him perfectly between them. His head lifted as he gave you a pleading look with glassy eyes, “Please?” He requested, as you nodded in response.

He smiled at the permission, sloppily kissing your lips. He was so frantic with it, nearly missing your mouth as he dove in with all teeth and tongue. You gasped at the sudden roughness from him, melting into the kiss with a breathy giggle. Kurt pulled back, supporting his weight with one arm as he reached down to wrap a hand around his cock.

Kurt let out a shuddery breath, stroking himself to full hardness as he groaned out. Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sound of it, hands roaming up his body mindlessly as Kurt brought his tip to your cunt.

Both of you were shaky, lost in your own world as the sun was steadily rising higher in the morning sky. The golden rays were peeking through the blinds even more now, casting shadows on Kurt’s face. When he moved a certain way, the sun caught his eyes and made them look so pretty with how the light bounced off of them in a golden shine. You were admiring him with a soft look of love, all while Kurt dragged his tip through your soaked folds.

A shaky sound left the two of you simultaneously—Kurt’s hazel eyes looking at you as you cupped his cheek. He pressed his tip to your hole, pushing in with a hitch of his breath and a gasp from you.

As Kurt sunk in, your hands moved to tangle in his hair. Your cunt was tight around him, squeezing him in a way that had him already feeling done for. He felt like he wasn’t going to last long—not with the way your needy pussy sucked him in so warm and wet around him.

His hips were flush to yours now, taking a few seconds to collect himself with heavy breathing. His breath fanned across your face, the two of you just breathing each other in for a few still moments. He knew if he moved too soon, he would finish after just a few pumps. He was trying so hard to contain himself enough, he wanted this to be good for you. He needed you so badly.

Your hips rolled against his as you grew impatient, making Kurt whine out. He took the hint and pulled almost all the way out before thrusting his cock back in deeply. He picked up a sloppy pace right away, lacking coordination but still fucking you in such a delicious way that made your toes curl and your hands tighten into fists in his messy hair.

He was loud with the sounds he made, pure desperation seeping from him as he fucked you. His skin slapped against yours, the two of you panting together. “Fuck.” Kurt whined, ducking his head as he tried to meet your lips.

The kiss lasted for just a second, Kurt having to pull away as his stomach was already tightening from how quickly the pleasure was building up. His cheeks were warm, his eyes shut and his bottom lip now tucked between his teeth while his head tilted back. You watched as he lost himself in you, your legs wrapping around his waist. The slight change in position caused his cock to hit inside of you deeper, a sudden moan falling from your lips at the feeling.

Kurt’s arms were shaking as he had his weight supported, his chest brushing yours—you so badly wished your shirt was off so you could feel his chest hair brushing your sensitive nipples. “I’m close, I– Shit.” He gasped out, feeling you slip a hand away from his hair to bring it down between your bodies.

Your fingers circled your throbbing clit, now searching for your own release as Kurt neared his. You wanted to finish with him, to coat his cock with your juices as he filled you with his warm cum.

“I’m close, I’m so close.” He whined, throbbing inside of you with the need to fill you. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling so needy for him as much as he was for you.

“Please, Kurt, please.” You begged, your lips parted and your eyes threatening to shut. “I need it, baby. Please cum for me. Fill me up, baby, please.” Your words made him instantly groan, his face falling to your neck again as his hips stuttered and he began to finish inside of you. His warm cum shot into you, his hips losing their rhythm even more. Kurt let out a cry against your skin, your fingers gaining speed on your clit.

Your thighs began to tremble as you followed him in finishing, your cunt so tight around him as your body seized up. Your head was thrown back, feeling Kurt messily kiss your neck as he struggled to keep fucking you through it with how sensitive he was. A pathetic whine tumbled from his lips, finally slowing to a stop as he let his weight slump over top of you.

The only sounds in the room were the two of you panting, Kurt’s breathing labored and shaky. You pulled your hand away from your clit—both of you so tired and finally feeling fully satisfied. Birds were chirping outside, the neighborhood slowly waking up as it now neared seven in the morning. Kurt felt just about ready to sleep some more, his eyes drooping and a soft yawn taking over him for a second.

When he lifted his head as he finally came to, he moved his hips and slowly pulled out of you. The two of you winced at the feeling of slight overstimulation—both of you so sensitive from everything—as Kurt rolled over to plop on his back beside you again with a huff of exhaustion. You felt his cum slowly leaking from your used hole, your thighs clenching together with a blush on your cheeks.

Kurt looked at you as you sat up suddenly, scooting to the edge of the bed. He pouted, “Where are you going?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t want your little bubble popped so soon. He wanted to lay with you and enjoy the moment together, listening to the sound of your soft breathing and the birds waking up outside.

You smiled as you looked at him, “Shower. Come on.” You replied, turning to head to the bedroom door. Kurt whined, feeling too lazy to move. You turned back toward him again, grabbing the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head.

Heavy pants and soft whimpers filled the room, the air thick with tension and pure need. Steve had you bent over the counter, your skirt bunched up over your ass and your panties pushed to the side as he had two fingers fucking into your soaked pussy.

He was breathing hard from behind you, his jaw was clenched and his hair a mess hanging over his forehead from how he ran his hand through it moments ago out of frustration. In a haze of pure pleasure, you had knocked over various items that were once organized on the countertop. Hand soap was knocked over, someone’s razor and aftershave were on the floor, the toothbrush holder tipped over. Neither of you cared to pick up the items, the two of you entirely focused on each other.

The party kept on outside of the door, the bass thumping through the walls as Steve took you apart in the bathroom he pulled the two of you into. You pushed him well over his limit today, you knew that. You had been acting up all day — leaving him high and dry after a quick makeout early that afternoon, giving him attitude and snide remarks, pressing your ass against his front while you two stood and talked to mutual friends, bending over to pick something up just so he could get a view of your ass in the lacy panties you had on. He had enough of it. Each time he tried to act on anything, you were wagging your finger at him and saying you two had things to do and people to hang out with. You didn’t give him more than a few moments alone with you at a time, despite how badly you wanted his attention and kept running your mouth all day with dirty whispers in his ear.

It all led to him snapping, gripping your hand tightly as he led you down the crowded hallway. He ignored everybody on the wall through, paying no mind to the friends who tried to greet him. Once the two of you were in the bathroom, he slammed the door and locked it — wasting no time in bending you over the sink and shoving your skirt up.

You were paying for it all now. Your pussy was clenched around his fingers, while you shut your eyes tightly. “Steve, fuck!” You gasped out, in a shaky voice. “Too much, please–” You whimpered, receiving a chuckle from Steve in response as you tried to writhe away.

He grabbed ahold of your hair in his fist, pulling your head back as his hungry eyes met yours in the mirror. “Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” He asked, with a false sense of care and tenderness. “You wanted to be a brat all day just to get this, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks grew hot, feeling like your entire body was on fire under his dark gaze in the mirror. Your lips were parted and nothing could leave you in reply, just another pathetic whimper slipping from your lips.

Steve tugged at your hair again, his fingers continuing their brutal pace and succeeding in scrambling all of your thoughts in your head. “What? Can’t speak now, doll?” Steve continued to taunt you, the back of your head aching where his fist was curled.

You bit your lip, desperately trying to come up with some sort of response for your boyfriend. Something to bite back at him with. As soon as your lips parted again—barely even sounding the first word of what you were going to say—Steve angled his fingers in just the right way that made a shaky moan come out instead. Your eyes rolled back, and you gave up entirely while you focused only on the feeling of his skilled fingers fucking into your aching cunt.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Steve smirked, as his eyes drank in the view of you falling apart more and more for him. He craved you in each and every way possible. His favorite thing to do was watch you as you come apart for him, able to see you be ruined by whatever he was doing.

You desperately searched for something to hold onto, something to ground yourself with as you felt the pleasure begin to fully take over and your legs begin to shake. You reached back, clawing at the side of his thigh that you could barely reach. “Pl–“ Your words broke off into a breathy whimper again.

Steve’s gaze dipped down to your hand at his thigh, watching as you tried to grab onto his jeans the best you could manage as he ruined you with his fingers.

The sound of his laughter made your cheeks feel even hotter, the tips of your ears red as you tried to press your forehead to the countertop. His hand held you in place instead, keeping your head lifted as a slight ache formed in your neck from the position. “Been a brat all fucking day, and now you wanna try and be sweet?” Steve slowed the pace of his fingers, making your eyes open with confusion.

Your hips pressed back against him, searching for the same speed he was giving you just seconds before. “I– Please.” You begged, finally managing to push out a shaky plea.

Steve hummed in reply, almost as if he was thinking about it for a second. He withdrew his fingers instead, hearing as you whined with furrowed eyebrows in pure confusion and desire for him.

“Stevie?” Your voice was shaky, your head almost falling forward as Steve let go of your hair unexpectedly. You lifted your head on your own, seeing him bring his fingers to his lips to suck and lick them clean. His eyes remained on yours in the mirror, your needy pussy clenching around nothing.

“What are you–?” You cut yourself off when Steve’s hand rested lightly on the curve of your ass. His fingertips dragged up slowly, his saliva smearing on the lacy material of your panties that barely covered your skin.

You swallowed as you watched him in the reflection, about to question him again when his hand suddenly lifted and came down hard against your ass. You gasped, the smack causing your body to jolt and your knees to almost buckle.

The sharp sting made you moan, tipping your head forward as you rested your forehead on the cool countertop now. Your eyes were shut, breathing in deeply and anticipating your boyfriend’s next move. From behind you, you heard the sound of Steve’s belt being undone and your heart picked up in speed.

You lifted your head again, perking up like a dog at the sound, your eyes eager and alert, as you met his eyes again in the reflection. He had a sly smirk on his face, mixed with a look of hunger as he pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. You wished so badly you could take in the sight of him fully, but you knew better than to turn around right now.

Your body jolted again when Steve’s warm palm rested gently on your ass again, any form of touching lighting a fire inside of you and sending sparks up your spine. You were so wound up, desperately needing something from him.

Steve grabbed the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down to your mid thigh, while you watched as his focus was entirely on your soaked pussy being revealed to him.

He licked his lips, stepping closer behind you. You stayed still, your heart pounding in your chest and your stomach in knots while you waited for him to just do something already.

Both of his hands came to your ass again, spreading you open for his hungry gaze. Your face flushed a deeper shade of red, tipping your head forward again to hide from him in a way. You could hear his deep chuckle behind you, before you felt a glob of his spit land directly on your puckered hole and slowly began to slide down to your pussy.

A wave of slight embarrassment and a feeling of need came over you again, whining as you shifted your hips back a bit. “Please.. Just–“ You swallowed, trying to make your voice less shaky. “Do something, please.”

The head of Steve’s aching cock slapped against your hole, the sound of your slick arousal making you whine. “You can do better than that. Come on, beg for it.” Steve demanded.

“Please, Steve..” You breathed out obediently, sounding pathetic. “Please fuck me, please. I need you inside of me.” Any sense of embarrassment left your body as you shamelessly begged for your boyfriend’s cock, bent over and looking like a mess in the dimly lit bathroom as people passed by right outside the shut door. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked or sounded, you just needed him. All you cared about was getting his cock inside of your needy cunt, for him to fuck you until you forgot any form of attitude you had prior.

You felt as his tip teased your hole, before dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds, your hips pushing back to try and guide him with desperation. Your resolve shattered even more, whimpering out his name. “Fuck me, please. Put it in, Stevie, I need it.” You pleaded with him, gasping with surprise as he nudged your feet further apart with his foot so your legs were spread more for him.

“Please, I’ll be so good for you. I need it so bad, need your cock.”

When you felt him begin to push in finally, you moaned in relief. You clenched around him, your pussy sucking in his thick cock as Steve groaned from behind you. He cursed under his breath, his large hands holding tight onto your hips as he sunk into you.

“Fuck, thank you.. Thank you, Steve.” You panted, feeling the way his cock stretched your pussy perfectly. He barely gave you a second to adjust, before his hips were already moving with a brutal pace right off the bat.

You gasped and searched for something to grab onto again, your hand curling around the hand towel just in reach at the edge of the counter. You squeezed your eyes shut as your jaw dropped open, Steve’s hips snapping against yours with a sense of urgency and need.

“This what you wanted, baby?” Steve asked, his voice husky and dripping with pent up tension as it finally unraveled inside of him. “Had to be a brat all day, because you just wanted me to stuff you with my cock, huh?”

You nodded mindlessly in response, moaning loudly without a care of who happened to hear through the door. All you could bring yourself to care about was Steve, his cock, and how good he was making you feel.

One of his large hands lifted from your hip, coming down against your ass with a sharp sting as his skin met yours. A red mark was left in his trace, Steve’s pace never faltering as he fucked you dumb.

"Ran your mouth all fucking day, now you can't even speak." Steve grunted, every thrust of his hips turning you into more of a mess for him. "So pathetic."

Everything felt like too much and not enough all at once, your pussy clenching around him as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space. The room felt stuffy and hot, reeking with the smell of sweat and sex while the mirror fogged a bit around the edges. You tried so hard to open your eyes again, to meet his in your messy reflections, but the pleasure was too much to handle that your eyes were no more than a lidded hazy gaze as your lashes fluttered.

Steve grabbed hold of your hair again, a sharp moan leaving you while he tugged harshly. “Poor baby, can’t even open her eyes?” He taunted again, his rough pace making your body tremble. “You’re so ruined for me. All this is for me.”

The only thing that came in reply from you were shaky moans, Steve’s cock fucking deeply into you and stretching you out while his hand tugged again and curled your hair in his hold. He used your hair as leverage while his hips met yours over and over, the two of you completely absorbed in each other and not thinking of anything else.

You felt your lower belly tighten, a familiar warmth beginning to spread as your soaked cunt clenched around his cock. You gasped out, ruined moans and whimpers sounding from you while you reached back again to try and grab onto him. Your nails grazed his thigh, whining loudly as the pleasure built up rapidly.

“Steve–“ You gasped, your boyfriend snapping his hips harder into yours in reply. He could tell you were close. He could pick up on each and every little signal your body gave, each telltale sign that you were about to finish. “I’m gonna– Please–“

Steve could feel his own release building as well, grunts of pleasure starting to melt more into breathy moans from him. His cock twitched inside of you, his breathing heavy from his nose. Steve’s hand gripped your hip with a bruising hold, his other letting go of your hair to grab your other hip again as well. The speed of his thrusts increased, his pace rough and unrelenting. Your head was slumped forward, hand still reached back and nails digging into his thigh.

A loud gasp came from you as your orgasm finally washed over you, making your eyes fall shut as your vision whited out. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, your hole pulsing around him as you coated his cock with your release. Steve fucked you through it, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled out, quickly stroking himself as ropes of his warm cum shot out and landed over your ruined pussy, some landing on your ass as well. He groaned out your name, a string of dragged out curse words following as he finished across your skin. “Fuck, baby.” He breathed out, greedily drinking in the sight of you covered in his release with blown pupils.

The room fell quiet, apart from the two of you panting as you both came down from your intense orgasms. You were completely slumped over the counter, cheek smushed to the cool surface and looking like a complete mess covered in your boyfriend’s cum with your hair tangled from his fist.

Steve finally moved again, reaching down to lift your panties up and settling them back at your waist. You felt his sticky cum smearing against you, making you lift your head. Usually he’s soft and sweet after sex, even if he was rough during it. He usually always took his time to clean you up. “What–?” You paused your question, seeing the look in Steve’s eyes from behind you. You could tell what he was up to the second you saw that stare. You were really in for it. Clearly this wasn't the end.

“You’re gonna spend the rest of this party just like that.” He began, fixing your skirt over your ass again. “Got it?” Steve asked, and your eyes widened a bit as the implication fully set in. Thinking of walking around, talking to your friends like normal, with your boyfriend’s cum making a mess of your panties made your cheeks burn and your heart race. You nodded wordlessly, his smirk melting into an easy smile.