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They were together for a decently long time, they started dating when you were 18 and fresh out of highschool. Making it until your last year of medical school before they ended things. Which made starting your clinical rotations at Robby’s hospital just slightly awkward.

But now you’re 26 and a second year resident in the PTMC ED. However, things were still slightly awkward between the two of you. This was mostly in part because your mom had cheated on him. But the other part was the fact that you had been harboring a massive crush on the man since he had started dating your mom. Something you had told no one but Trinity, who then told Dennis. Who then accidentally let it slip to Javadi who had been with Samira when he said it.

So everyone knew. But everyone also knew that Robby looked at you the same way you did him.

Which meant that when your clearly drunk text came through reading ‘SOS drunc hornyyyy ned ridee’, no one questioned Robby’s immediate response of being on his way. You weren’t sure who responded to your message barely paying attention to names, but you at least saw the response of whoever it was being 5 min out.

Heading out of the dingey building with your arms around your body for any type of heat you could generate you regretted the decision to wait outside. Your jean microskirt, black tank-top, and sheer lace over shirt did nothing to keep you warm. But you sure as hell looked hot. Scoring at least three phone numbers, including one coming from a bartender who’d given you free drinks all night.

And it was that same bartender who was calling your name while walking out to where you stood on the curb now.

“Hey! I saw you standing out here and figured I’d see if you wanted to head out together?” His proximity was way too close for your liking now that you were just wanting to go home.

“Oh uhm, no thank you” you attempted a step back, “a friend is picking me up, I’m sorry”

Whatever distance you gained was instantly lost as he followed closely. Even going as far as grabbing your wrist fairly tightly.

“Oh come on don’t be like that” he scoffed pulling you closer by where he held you, “you’ve been flirting with me all night. You can’t just lead me on like that and not expect me to want something”

His words had sobered you up in record time, words no woman wanted to hear when they were alone on a dark street. The only self defence ideas you had going for you was the fact someone was on their way, and four moves Jack had taught you when you picked up a night shift once.

“Hey look here buddy! I don’t owe you anything asshole-” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before a familiar scent enveloped you from behind, at the same time your arm was freed from the bartender's grip.

“Touch her again and it’ll be the last thing you do I can promise you that” Robby’s voice wasn’t loud, but his tone told the man and everyone around that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Whatever” the bartender was quick to scoff trying to seem unbothered as he shook out his arms, “the bitch isn’t hot enough for this type of effort anyway”

“The fuck did you just say to her!”

You grabbed Robby’s arm in an attempt to stop the situation from going any further. Granted you skidded a few steps in effort but you were able to at least slow him down. But he only stopped at the sound of your soft and slightly wavering voice.

“Michael please, it’s fine I just w-wanna go home” you rarely called him by his first name, so you knew it would grab his attention.

With a reluctant nod he rested a hand at your lower back guiding you to his truck that he had left at the curb. The bright flashing hazard lights caused you to stumble just a bit seeing as you still had a slight wobble to your step. Your body seemingly not as caught up on sobering like your mind had.

Attempting to step up into the truck you felt a sharp tug on the hem of your skirt holding the material down. Now that you were out of the highly stressful situation you were able to process the feeling of confusion. You weren’t exactly sure why Robby out of everyone was here, or how he even knew you needed help getting home in the first place.

“How did you-”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out here like this?” His sharp words cut you off, “do you know how worried I was when that text came through, and even worse when I tracked your location”

“You still have my location!?”

“That is the least of your goddamn worries right now,” Robby was pissed that much you did know, “and then you had to go and wear nothing but see through strips of fabric out here, you could’ve gotten hurt, you almost did get hurt!”

He wasn’t truly pissed about your clothing choice, you had the freedom to wear whatever you wanted. Robby was just pissed that other people got to see you and touch you like he wanted to. Even now he was trying his hardest not to stare at the way your skirt rode up your thighs, or how your breasts we’re spilling over the confines of your top.

You were his ex’s daughter for god's sake! He shouldn’t be thinking of how your soft skin and pouty lips would feel. Nor should he think about how much better you would be than your mother. But he had, he had thought about you one too many times with his fist tightly wrapped around himself. Imagining it was your hand or mouth around his aching cock choking him down instead.

So he couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective and angry about the situation he found you in. But you didn’t bother fighting back after that, you refused to be scolded like a child. Even though you ended up crossing your arms and slouching like one in his passenger seat. Going as far as to give him the silent treatment while only looking out the window the rest of the ride. Completely ignoring him until you realized the neighborhood he had pulled into was nowhere near your own.

“This isn’t my home” you grumbled, leaning forward to put your address in his GPS. Not getting very far as he slapped your hand away

“Yeah no shit sweetheart, I know where you live and you’re staying at mine tonight”

His sentence barely finished before he pulled into his driveway, reaching over and unbuckling your belt before he hopped out. Your jaw dropped open in disbelief of his curt behavior, one you hadn’t truly experienced outside of the hospital. Pulling out your phone your thumb was poised at the uber app when suddenly your door flew open. Robby stood there with an expectant look on his face.

“I’m not getting out” you refused to move, typing his address into the phone so that you could order a ride.

“Either you get out like a big girl or I make you”

You didn’t believe his words, thinking he wasn’t going to follow through and that he would just give up. But before you could hit submit on your screen, your body was manhandled out of the seat and onto your feet. A large hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you towards his front door before you could get a word out. He all but threw through his door and up to his bedroom before you were able to find the ability to speak.

“What do you think you’re doing!?”

“Take a shower, change, bed”

“You know you’re not with my mom anymore right? You don’t have to play hero with me.” You go to walk past him and out of his room, but Robby stays rooted in the doorway as an immovable statue.

“Do not make me repeat myself kid”

“Kid, seriously? I didn’t ask for your help Dad”

You were pissed that after all this time he still only saw you as a child. A realization that made your attraction to him feel so much more humiliating. But what you failed to notice in your anger was how his jaw clenched and his pupils dilated at the name you called him. No, you were too focused on his choice of words for yourself.

So out of spite you decided to listen to his previous statement, but carried out his request with an attitude. Turning to his closet you began riffling through his drawers. Throwing pieces of clothing on the floor until you found a shirt you wanted. Doing the same with his other drawers until you found a pair of boxers you felt was acceptable.

And Robby just stood there, arms crossed with a hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He was doing his best to keep his eyes on your face and not anywhere else while you bent over. But he just couldn’t help himself when a small strip of red lacy fabric caught his attention. However he quickly averted his eyes when you straightened up and turned towards the bathroom.

Stomping the whole way into his adjacent bathroom you made sure to slam the door closed, rattling the objects on his desk. If he was going to treat you like a child you were going to give him the whole act. You made sure to take an extra long shower. One that had the water running cold and condensation dripping down the mirror, and you used all of his products out of spite (desire). You also might have poured some down the drain so there wasn’t much left.

Stepping out of the now cold water you took the towel you assumed was his and wrapped it around your body, while making your way to his sink where you used his toothbrush. The heat from the shower had helped you sweat out most of the alcohol you had consumed, making you fully aware of the situation you now found yourself in.

You were alone with Robby. Something that you had been actively avoiding since he and your mom broke up. Especially since she had cheated on him and then blamed Robby for her cheating. You never understood your mom. She had a strong, handsome, well established man who treated her well and she just let it slip away. You weren’t surprised though, she was always reckless with her choices not caring who she hurt.

You wouldn’t do that to him, you would make sure he knew how much you wanted him. So with the opportunity all but dropped into your lap, you decided to take it. Drying your hair with the towel, you look at the items of clothing you brought. A worn grey northwestern shirt and a pair of boxers. Slipping on the worn piece of clothing you chose to forgo the boxers and bra before walking out in just his shirt.

Walking out of the bathroom you saw the clothes you had thrown on the floor were already picked up and Robby was nowhere to be found. But your confusion was stopped short when he came through the door carrying Tylenol and a glass of water. An action that had you feeling slightly guilty for being such a brat.

Wordlessly he went to hand you the two objects, and to his surprise instead of grabbing them you tilted your head back and opened your mouth. Robby knew what you wanted only hesitating for just a moment before dropping the two pills in your mouth and tipping the water glass to your lips.

You kept your eyes on his the whole time, watching how his own tracked the movement of your throat as you swallowed. Tracing the path rivulets of water took with his gaze as it dripped from the corners of your mouth. With a sharp inhale of breath through his nose he hurriedly took a step back. Seeming to realize just what you were doing.

But true to your original intentions, you weren’t about to let him go. For every step he took back you took one forward. Right up until his back hit the door and he had nowhere else to go.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? We can’t, c’mon kid you gotta stop” His voice shook just slightly in questioning, rising into mild panic when you dropped to your knees and ran your hands over his body.

“Again with the kid?” You roll your eyes while lifting his shirt up slightly and undoing the button on his bottoms. Nuzzling your face into the thick patch of dark hair that trailed his soft stomach, “relax dad, moms not here anymore and I am not a child”

Pressing featherlight kisses to his now exposed skin, you watched as the bulge at the front of his underwear grew and jump at the name you used once more. Running your nose over the coarse hair, you took a deep inhale before pulling his boxers down. His heavy cock bobbed up when released from the fabric. You paused for just a moment as you studied him. He was bigger than you imagined, his flushed and angry tip was trailed by a large vein that disappeared into dense and unruly curls at his base

“So fucking big dad” Tucking the band behind his balls you wrapped your hand around him while looking up at his face.

Pressing a kiss to his cock, Robby hisses at the sensation clenching his fists to stop himself from pushing you down further. He was almost refusing to look at you, not allowing himself to give in. So you lifted his cock up, making room for you to take his balls into your mouth. Suckling the smooth skin and rolling them around with your tongue.

“Oh fuck, please” you weren’t sure what he was begging for, but you knew he was finally breaking.

Releasing his balls you dragged your tongue, broad and flat, from base to tip in one smooth motion. Running your tongue under the ridge of his cockhead, watching a shudder flow through his body.

“Did mommy ever touch you like this?” You ask wile collecting his leaking precum and spreading it over his length as he shakes his head, “no, I didn’t think so, she never took care of you like I will. I can take it, I’m a big girl now, remember?”

He opened his mouth to reply, whatever thoughts he had quickly dissipated as you finally took him into your mouth. Taking him as far as you could manage, which to his surprise was all the way down until your nose found its way tucked into his coarse hairs once more. Robby couldn’t control how his hands flew up into your hair holding you there as your throat tightened around him when you attempted to swallow.

“Holy fuck, just like that sweetheart”

His hold loosened for you to move off and take a breath, trying his best to let you set the pace. Almost releasing your hair all the way before you moved his hand back into your hair, silently giving him permission to use you.

With both hands now rested against the back of your head he started off slow and shallow. But when your hands that rested on his legs pulled him forward in a jerking motion, he understood what you were telling him. It didn’t take him long to build confidence. Hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

One of your own hands let go of his legs and came to your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight circles as your cunt clenched around nothing. Moans vibrated from your mouth and onto his throbbing cock pushing Robby close to the edge. He quickly yanked your mouth off with a curse. A small whine left your own mouth from the absence. You went to complain but his hands scooped you from under your armpits and threw you onto the bed.

“Shit sweetheart, you trying to get yourself off while sucking dad’s cock?”

He stepped out of his pants and threw his shirt to the other side of the room, you doing the same with your own. Gripping the back of your thighs Robby lifts your bottom off the bed with a renewed fervor he didn’t have before. A moment passed of Robby just taking in the sight of your glistening cunt before leaning forward and sucking your clit into his mouth with deadly accuracy.

“Oh fuck Robby! Just like that !” A cry sounded around the room as he pulled off and gave a stinging slap to your puffy cunt.

“Don’t call me Robby, not now, not after you’ve been playing out your little fantasy this whole time”

“M’sorry, p-please don’t stop!”

“Then what do we say sweetheart?” Robby caressed the back of your thighs with his hands as he waited for your answer.

“I-I’m sorry dad”

You watched with wide eyes as he smirked in approval before spitting onto your clit. Taking two fingers to spread it around, and plunging those same fingers into your entrance with no warning. The absurd squelching noise that came from where he shoved his fingers into you made your cheeks bright red.

“All this for me?” Robby’s words were followed by the crook of his fingers, as he watched your cunt greedily swallow his fingers “such a dirty girl, practically begging her dad to fuck her. What would your momma say if she could see you now?”

You shook your head playing into the idea of getting caught, Robby chuckled watching you. Leaning forward he placed his mouth on your clit once more. His beard adding a delicious friction to your already sensitive skin. The combination of his movements had your impending orgasm building at lightning speed. He was hitting a spot you could never reach yourself, over and over again.

With your toes curled and hands twisted into the sheets, an unfamiliar feeling followed the tight flutter of your walls. You didn’t think much of it assuming it was because you hadn’t been with someone in a while. But by the squirm of your body, Robby knew exactly what was happening. Doubling down in his efforts he was the only one not surprised by the rush of fluid that coated his tongue and beard when your orgasm finally took over.

You on the other hand had no idea what just happened. At the first release of your peak, pleasure had completely overtaken your senses and ability to process your surroundings. So when you felt an obscene amount of wetness soak your thighs, all you could do was let out the most pornographic moan you had ever made. Mouth babbling nonsense as Robby kept fingering you. Not stopping until he felt your cunt relax around his hand.

Slipping his fingers out he set them into his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste. You however, were already halfway fucked dumb laying silent on the bed in an attempt to catch your breath. But before you could fully get comfortable Robby gripped your hips and flipped you onto your front. Arching your back as he manipulated your knees under you. Feeling his fingers trace your sensitive and overstimulated flesh your body tried to pull away.

“Ah ah ah, you’re the one who wanted to be treated like a big girl, but after only one orgasm you’re already falling asleep?” he chastised your behavior as you struggled to keep your eyes open, “gotta stay awake if you’re going to prove you can take it”

“Please d-dad, I-I can d-do it” your words were hiccuped and sluggish as they left your lips.

“Then take a nice big breath for me sweetheart”

Notching his cock at your cunt, as soon as he heard your lungs fill with air Robby pushed the entirety of his length into you. Smirking at the sound of that same air leaving your lungs at the impact. You had never felt so full before. He was bigger than any other partner you’ve had and you were struggling to hold onto your sanity.

Robby, noticing your intense focus, pulled back until only his tip rested inside you. Letting you catch a false sense of security before thrusting his cock back into you. Doing this a handful of times before creating a consistent deep and brutal pace.

“Feel so fucking good baby,” the new endearment slipped from his lips, “so much better than your mom, taking me better than she ever could”

Your cunt clenched at his words, choking his cock as he bullied it through your walls. His thick cockhead pressing against your cervix with each thrust, almost painfully so. But you were determined to show him that you could handle it. Robby knowing just how much you wanted to prove yourself pushed just a little harder than normal.

With one hand at your hip and the other pressing between your shoulder blades, he created a deep arch in your spine. Your noises were muffled by the mattress with every thrust, but just when you were starting to get comfortable in this position Robby once again effortlessly maneuvered your body. This time ending up on your back once more, but this time with both legs hooked over his shoulders.

Barely getting a breath in before sinking himself into your heat. This new position had you swearing that you felt him in your stomach. Low moans clawed their way up your throat as words were unable to form under the sheer pleasure that filled your body. Each snap of his hips sent a lewd reverberating smack throughout the room as his balls hit your bottom

“Would you look at that, poor thing can barely fit me but you’re doing so well sweetheart” his tone was slathered in honey but still slightly condescending.

You didn’t understand what he meant until he set a hand at your lower stomach, as he pressed down just slightly there was an increase in the pressure you felt as he fucked up into you. Peeking your eyes open you saw what he was so mesmerized with. A fairly prominent bulge was puffing up in your lower stomach with every single movement.

Throwing your head back, you reached a hand down placing it on top of his. A moment later you felt his pace pause just a moment and the stretch of your thighs pulled as he leaned over for just a moment. Eyes screwing shut while his cock pressed against the deepest part it could reach as you heard him grab something. You didn't think much of it before he resumed his movements, restarting at a rougher pace.

“Tell me how good you feel right now” Robby’s voice rattled around your otherwise empty brain.

“S’good, feels s’good”

“Now tell me, fuck, whose the only one who can touch you like this from now on”

“Y-you dad, o-only you” the clench of your cunt began building as your second orgasm crept up. Robby angling his hips to bullying that one spot he knew would have you waking the neighbors.

“That’s right baby, and your gonna let dad fuck a baby into you aren’t you? Give your momma a grandkid with her ex”

A resounding ‘yes please’ came in a high pitched mewl, as his words were paired with the start of a thumb circling your clit at the same pace his cock was moving.

“Open your eyes and say it to the camera baby”

Your eyes flew open watching how he moved the phone from where it had been recording the slick movements of his cock up to your face. That was the exact moment that your body decided to tip over the edge. Seizing up every single moral you could’ve possibly held onto and threw it out the window.

“Yes please, I want dad to give me a baby so bad!” Your sentence was spoken straight to the camera as he zoomed in.

He held it there for just one moment before setting it to the side while still recording. Grabbing your hips with both hands he brought your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your mouth hung open in a silent ‘o’ as his motions prolonged your orgasm. You were on the verge of tears when he finally let out a graveled grunt.

“Fuck baby! That’s it keep squeezing just like that ” he pressed forward bending you in half before seizing your lips with his for the first time that night. You felt the white hot ropes of his cum coat your walls as he lets out his own noises, letting them get swallowed up in your kiss.

Pressing himself deep as his hips continued with shallow thrusts, lips never leaving yours. Swiping his at the seam of your mouth you opened up, tasting the slight tang left over from yourself on his tongue. It was a long time before either of you came up for air. And an even longer time before he shut off the recording and went to grab a warm damp cloth from the bathroom.

After cleaning the both of you up, Robby settled in beside you promising to talk more in the morning about what this means. He made mention of how he didn’t deserve you, how it was wrong for him to do this and he should be the better example. Shushing his doubts, you told him that no one would have to know. The two of you fell asleep not long after that.

However, you had woken up at around 3am to the sound of soft snores leaving Robby's lips and the low volume of the tv in the living room. Getting an idea you sat up you searched for his phone. Unlocking it you saw how the old man didn’t have a lock on it, so you didn’t feel bad when you rifled through his photos and sent yourself the video he took.

As he slowly approached the shower door, his foot caught on the underwear you discarded. An impossible amount of heat built inside him at the mere sight of the white cotton. Steve picked them up and inspected the drenched fabric – drenched in your sweat and your slick. He held it to his nose and sniffed the gusset deeply, feeling the warmth that was still there from your body, inhaling it into his. On the exhale, Steve groaned, intoxicated by the scent of your secretions.

He quickly threw the fabric in the laundry hamper, feeling slightly guilty, when he heard a high pitched moan echo out of the shower cubicle.

The image in front of him when he opened the door would have made Steve come right there and then if he hadn’t gotten some of it out his system just five minutes ago.

“Christ…”

There you were slumped back against the tiles, your wet hair stuck to your face and your neck, drops of water danced on your chest, your nipples perked up and inviting. Steve’s eyes followed a single trickle of water as it cascaded down between your breasts, all the way to where you held the shower head between your legs.

“Honey,” Steve groaned like he was somewhat disappointed but also so very turned on. “I said I–“

Another one of your moans cut Steve off, your hips twitched forward when one of the jets hit directly on your needy clit.

“You took too long–nuh,” you whined.

Steve wanted to say ‘I took like five seconds’ but he was completely unable to form words when your breathing started to labour, your back arched off the wall and you called out his name like a prayer.

He stepped into the confines of the shower, leaving the door open behind him so he wouldn’t feel too claustrophobic – he didn’t think about the fact that the bathroom was about to get absolutely soaked.

A chill ran up Steve’s spine when he felt the cold water pool at his feet as it flowed through your folds and down the drain. You held the shower head steady and moved your hips in circles over the gushing water. You were already so close but now that Steve’s body took up your field of vision, your thighs trembled at the sight of him.

Even though you were hogging the refreshing water, Steve was still very much soaked by his sweat. Evidence of his earlier release stuck to his tummy, swirling into his scandalous trial of hair that met the base of his cock.

God, that cock of his.

It stood tall, pressed against his belly. Already it looked ready to pop again and you just wanted it everywhere. In your hand, your mouth, your pussy. You’d even take it rubbing against your thigh if it meant you got to feel him.

You moved your hips in smaller, more frantic circles, your hand gripped the shower head like your life depended on it. Steve looked you dead in the eyes, his stare so intense you felt it burn your retinas.

Suddenly, he snatched the head out of your hand.

A desperate whine left your lips followed by an annoyed grunt. “What the fuck, Steve,” you snarled at him.

You had to use every last thread of your self respect to hold your ground and not drop to your knees and beg him to let you finish.

“You really think this thing can get you off better than I can?” Steve waved the head around, water splattering everywhere, before he turned it back on you and blasted water on your heaving chest. You yelped at the sudden coldness and you could feel some of your arousal washing away.

“He was about to,” you spat, literally spitting some of the water that found its way into your mouth back at him.

“He?” Steve chuckled. “Does he have a name?”

You nodded wordlessly and Steve moved the head down past your quivering cunt to the inside of your thigh, just out of reach of where you needed it most.

“I named him after you, Stevie,” you said softly, trying to appease him.

“That’s cute.” His condescending tone made you clench around nothing.

With his free hand, Steve held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting it up to him so he could brush his lips against your wet ones as he spoke.

“Maybe two Stevies are better than one.”

Before you could question what the fuck he meant, Steve flicked the shower head over to shoot water with pinpoint accuracy into your pussy. One tiny jet hit your swollen clit, another spluttering at your entrance.

“Oh my–fuck, Steve,” you yelled at the sudden intensity. It made your knees buckle but Steve was quick help support you, his hand pushing your hips agaisnt the cold tiles.

“Your Stevies making you feel good, huh, baby?”

You replied only by gripping his shoulders tightly to stop yourself from slipping down the wall. Which earned Steve a smug smile to plaster on his lips.

Like you did before, your hips started moving in tight circles, faster and faster as you felt tension build in your core again.

Steve ducked his head down to capture your lips in a hot and wet kiss. You opened your mouth against his in a groan, not really kissing back as the water pressure became too much for you to do anything other than hang your jaw open.

“C’mon, honey,” Steve coaxed you, his wrist flicking minutely to get you over the edge.

“Is… ugh–“

It’s too much, is what you tried to say – too much and not enough. Your hips twitched uncontrollably from the water jabbing at your clit. You were painfully close, teetering on the edge of release, not quite able to jump.

Your nails dug into the back of Steve's neck in a silent, desperate attempt to communicate. As if he could read your mind, Steve relinquished his harsh hold on your hip and reached his other hand down between your legs. Two of his fingers, without any teasing or fanfare, thrusted deep and fast into your clenching cunt.

You cried out a blubbering version of his name. Your eyes were wet and you had no idea if it was from the shower, sweat or tears – probably all three. Your head fell forward onto Steve’s shoulder, your breath hot as you added to the wetness on his skin by drooling over it.

“You got it, baby. Come for Stevie.”

Was he talking about him, his fingers massaging deep over that spongy spot inside you. Or was he talking about the shower head annihilating your clit. It didn’t really matter. Either way, that wave crashed over you. Your ears rang out, the sound of running water became just white noise buzzing through you as your whole body vibrated.

Steve removed his fingers from you to help hold you up against him, but he kept the shower head exactly where it was. You were too delirious to move your hips out the path of the water. If you thought it was too much before, now it felt unbearable.

“Ste–ugh–Steve…” you whimpered quietly, your voice only just audible over the sound of water gushing from between your legs.

“S’okay, I got you.” Steve placed a kiss to your wet hair as he finally removed the head from you and hung it up on the holder above.

The water sprayed the top of your head and you slumped further into Steve. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, your bodies slick, his hard length between your tummies although you were too drained to take much notice of it.

Steve on the other hand could not ignore the feeling of you pressing against him each time you tried to regain air into your lungs.

It was the rumble in Steve’s chest that helped you regain some composure as he lost all of his. He groaned deeply, rubbing his cock against you. Water filled the gaps between you making everything slippery.

“Fuck, honey,” Steve mumbled, water spilled into his mouth and he let it dribble out onto you as his lips parted.

You finally lifted your head from his shoulder. Somehow, Steve looked just as wrecked as you did, even through his only half open eyes, you saw the wanting in him. With the haze of your orgasm still clouding you, it didn't take much for you to whimper at him. So the sight of Steve, wet and desperate, much like he was earlier that night in bed, elicited a needy squeak from your throat as if he hadn’t already got you off good.

With the shred of energy you found deep within yourself, you grabbed Steve’s head and pulled his mouth roughly to yours. A mixture of his warm saliva and the cool water flooded your mouth. Your tongues licked together as you drank each other in. The kiss quickly turned sloppy, an all too familier ache brewed in the pit of your stomach right where Steve rubbed his cock over the outside of it.

“Steve…” you moaned.

“I need you so bad.”

Much like the running water, his words washed over you causing your eyes to flutter shut for a moment. When you opened them Steve had left your sight and it took a beat too long to process that he was now on his knees.

His strong hands gripped the back of your thighs as he guided you back against the cold tile of the shower wall. Your legs were still shaking as he hoisted you up onto his shoulders but Steve kept a stable hold on your hips. Your hands found his dripping hair for something to hold on to.

“Steve,” you whined when you felt his breath on your cunt, a heated contrast to the water spraying your skin. “No, I–“

A soft peck to your folds halted your protest. Sure you were already ruined, still feeling the sensitising effects of Steve and Stevie, but his mouth felt so soothing, you wanted him to kiss you better.

“Please let me taste you, honey.” Steve's voice was muffled between your legs but his eyes reached up to you, wide and expectantly. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

You nodded your head looking down at him and gave his hair an encouraging tug. His mouth was hidden from your view but the smile on his face filtered up to his gaze..

Cool mist sprayed off Steve’s back and on to you as he kissed around your folds. Some quick and fleeting, others long and insistent. The sting you felt morphed into a dull ache with each press of his lips.

You shifted your hips a little, angling your cunt against Steve’s mouth wanting to feel more of it. A deep groan echoed off the tiles from his mouth, picking up your signal – he knew you so well.

Steve opened his mouth wide over you, eliciting a groggy squeal from your throat. You felt his warmth radiate through you so you reached a hand out to the running water in an attempt to keep yourself cool. It didn’t last long. When Steve’s tongue licked through your dripping folds, you needed every morsel of strength to stop yourself from crashing to the shower floor.

“Ugh–fuck,” you gasped.

Steve drank in the mixture of your fresh arousal and the water, practically inhaling it in a way that made you worried he might actually drown in your cunt. He sucked as much of the liquid into his mouth as he could before spitting it back on to you in a messy, forceful spray.

“Nuh– what happened to gentle,” you questioned breathlessly.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t resist.”

Steve dove back into you with the kind of hunger he usually reserved for his favourite meal – right now that was you. His hands pulled your thighs tighter around his head – how is he still breathing – and you locked your ankles together behind his back.

After each curling lick through you, Steve spat back your juices onto your clit and into your hole. The way he fluctuated between long strokes and quick splats, had you disoriented, never quite getting the rhythm you needed until, finally, he sunk his tongue into you.

“Ugh– my God,” you moan and Steve does the same as he felt your pussy suck him back.

He groaned into you sending sweet vibrations all the way to your toes – and he kept doing it. Like he got off on the taste of you, the way you pulsed on his tongue and clenched around his head.

Everything was so loud. The running water, your increasingly strangled whines, Steve’s low and breathy moans, the sound of him slurping you up and spitting you out like mouthwash.

Then something else joined the chaotic symphony. The slapping sound of wet skin on wet skin. You looked down and all you could see from your view above him was Steve's arm as it moved rapidly.

Fuck, he’s fucking touching himself.

For the second time that heat heavy, early morning Steve had his fist wrapped tight around his cock all because of you.

This time not because of some untouchable fantasy, but the real you. You in his hands, on his tongue, and you griped him like you needed it just as much.

As Steve grew closer to his own tipping point, he drank from your soaked pussy. He sucked you in but no longer gave it back, letting your sweetness coat his throat as he consumed you. His tounge jabbed back into your hole and you thrusted yourself into his face for more.

One hand twisted around his throbbing length, the other came all the way to the around your back to the other side of your waist to pull you close.

Seriously, can he breathe?

The feeling of Steve’s tongue flicking inside you, his hot mouth wide over your cunt, his teeth grazing your aching clit, his increasingly desperate moans, had you a complete mess.

You bounced on top of his shoulders, the speed at which he fucked his fist making you juggle. Just as you felt yourself start to slip to the side on the wet tiles, far too gone to keep yourself upright, your whole body tightened. You suffocated Steve within your thighs, forced his face into your pulsing pussy as you soaked him. Your hands pulled at his hair from the root making him hiss into you.

“Steve…” was all you could muster as he sucked up your release.

Steve’s mouth and body vibrated against you as he pumped himself just one more time before he shot his cum straight down the drain.

“Oh, baby, tastes so good,” he said, his lips against the ones between your legs.

He held you in place as he made sure to squeeze every last drop from his cock. There was no place Steve would rather be than buried in your cunt and if it had drowned in it, he would have died a happy man.

Luckily for you, Steve was very much alive, even if it seemed his soul wasn’t quite back in his body as he helped you off his shoulders. It was like blind leading the blind, the two of you completely dazed for your orgasms, as you tried to keep each other steady.

When you came face to face, Steve pressed his lips to your forehead, a comforting pressure to help centre you and him.

It was a good couple of minutes before either of you were able to form anything that sounded like a word and not a breathless whimper.

“You feel cooler?” Steve asked, his voice quiet and groggy.

You laughed. “I feel like I need a shower.”

Steve returned your infectious giggle. “Good thing we’re in here then.”

He captured your lips in a soft kiss, humming contently against you when you kissed him back slowly.

The two of you took your time washing each other, foaming soap over each other’s skin. Steve massaged your shoulders when you complained they hurt from being pressed against the tiles.

“Sorry, honey,” he mumbled, ducking his head down to peck your soapy skin and nuzzle his nose into the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, it was so worth it.”

It felt like your own little world inside the shower, cold from the water but warm from stolen kisses and soothing touches. You didn’t want to leave and go back into the world that was so full of a more oppressive heat.

But your eyes started to feel heavy and each confronting touch of Steve’s skin on yours made you drift closer to sleep.

“Honey, we should go back to bed,” Steve said into your ear startiling you from your haze.

“No,” you grumbled like a child about to throw a tantrum.

“You’re literally falling asleep.”

“Am not.” Your eyes betrayed your words as they fell shut for a moment too long to get away with being a blink.

Steve chuckled sweetly. “C’mon.”

He shut off the water and stepped out the shower soaking wet. What’s another few drops when your bathroom looked like a tsunami hit it. He grabbed a big towel and held it open to beacon you into his arms. The softness of the fabric on your skin as Steve wrapped it tightly around you made your journey to the land of sleep much faster. Steve pressed a kiss to your head before leading you carefully out the bathroom to make sure you didn’t slip.

The bedroom was now cast in an early morning glow, with it came a slight breeze that rustled through the trees before blowing to the window. The fresh feeling of the air lifted the thick tension that inhabited the room earlier. Your skin even caught a slight chill as Steve ushered you past the window and sat you on the bed. You quickly flopped back to snuggle up to the pillows, giving in to the heaviness in your eyelids.

Although you could not see him, you heard Steve move about the room, his wet feet on the carpet, drawers opening and closing.

“What’re you doin’,” you mumbled from your cocoon.

“Just getting you some clothes,” Steve replied. A smile was evident in his voice from hearing your sleepy words.

You shook your head against the pillow even making a disapproving grunt. “Get over ‘ere.”

Steve turned to look at your form curled up in the towel on the bed. How can he say no to that.

You don’t even hear him cross the room, you just felt the mattress dip and then his chest against your back.

His arms wrapped around you, slightly drying himself off on your towel.

“Tell me if you get too hot,” he murmured in your ear just as you were on the precipice of dreams.

You simply pressed your body harder into his. You’d take a bit of heat over not having him close any day.

A/N: I did a bit of a rush job editing this so hopefully it makes sense!! lol <3

Steve managed to sleep earlier in the night, somehow. But the discomfort built to a head to rouse him at 03:30AM and he had laid there ever since, unsuccessfully counting burning sheep.

He looked over to his other side to see your figure sprawled out atop the sheets. Your limbs were stretched out, trying to circulate the air around you. You and Steve had moved far apart to stop your body heat from radiating off each other.

You, by some miracle, were fast asleep. Your brow a little furrowed, like you were fighting the heat in your sleep. You wore nothing but your most comfortable cotton underwear that still clung to your hips, sweat seeping through the white fabric, turning it translucent. Your breathing was heavy, making your chest perk up in a delectable way. Sweat collected in between your brow, your breasts, in your belly button. Steve wanted nothing but to lick it off you. But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t touch you. Not when you had been given the gift of sleep in this heat, with him miles away on the other edge of the bed.

You two had tried to have sex earlier in the night, but the way your hot skin rubbed against each other was too uncomfortable. You tried different positions to make it work but you eventually pushed him off. The feeling of Steve between your legs has never been something that cooled you down.

Steve’s cock never really softened after that. And after waking up in the middle of the night, seeing you lying there, the moonlight casting your glistening body in an angelic glow, he just got so much harder.

Steve brought his hands up to rub the sweat off his face, only to find that it deposited the buildup from his palms. Something had to give. The heat he could do nothing about, but the other problem could be solved embarrassingly quickly. Maybe if he took care of one issue, it would make the other a little more bearable, he thought.

One of his hands trailed down the matted hair on his chest, following its path down his stomach to the base of his cock. His touch was so light as his grazed a finger over his hard length right to the tip. He held in a deep breath. He was going to have to be quiet.

He turned his head to you again, none the wiser of his desperation just next to you.

Steve shifted to face his body in your direction. He propped himself up on his elbow, his throbbing cock pointing toward you like it knew what he needed. He gently wrapped his hand around himself, thumb rubbing at the dampening head. He bit his lip to stop any involuntary sounds escaping him. The precum leaking from his tip and his sweaty palm was more than enough to get his cock sufficiently wet.

He started slow, not wanting to make any sudden movements that might creep into your dreams and alert you. But as he lazily stroked himself, his eyes darting over your skin, he couldn’t help but chase his release a little faster. A squeaky whine escaped him. It probably would have been a much lower tone if he wasn’t trying so hard to stay silent.

Silence was hard when wet sounds started eminently from between Steve’s hand and his cock.

“Shit,” he whispered to himself involuntarily, he froze.

His eyes shot to your face to try and see any signs that you might have heard. If anything, Steve thought your face relaxed a little more, that crease in your brow shallowing out. He breathed a shaky sigh of relief.

His eyes fell to your lips, open around puffs of air you let out. Steve’s hand resumed moving over his rock hard length. His eyes traced down the side of your jaw and over your neck. They settled in your collar bones, little pools of sweat filling the indents of your skin.

With much restraint, Steve worked slow. But it was hard. He knew he could probbaly cum in seconds if he just let himself go wild and fuck his fist. Hell, he could cum just as quick if he shook you awake and begged you to let him feel your insides. Both of those would mean disturbing your precious, yet precarious, slumber.

Steve held back a groan as his gaze fell further to your chest. What he would give to lean over, kiss between your breasts, lick your skin clean and suck one of your nipples into his mouth. He was drooling.

Against his better judgement, Steve spat his saliva into his palm. It felt cool for just a moment before it heated up in his hand. He lowered it back down to his cock again. Just a little more wouldn’t hurt, he thought, as he rocked his hips ever so gently into his hand.

The sheets rustled beneath him and you stirred. A slightly heavier breath left your mouth and you stretched your legs out wider. It was like you were taunting him and you didn’t even know it.

“Fuck,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

This time he didn’t stop. As much as he’d feel awful if he was to wake you, he started to find the whole situation thrilling. The thought of you catching him red handed in this vulnerable position. You finding out he was using you as his own personal Playboy. What would you do? Would you be mad? Scold him? Tell him he was perverted and make him go sleep downstairs. At least it would be cooler down there.

Or would you like it? Would it make you wanna touch yourself too? Sex didn’t work, but maybe you could get yourselves off from opposite edges of the bed.

Every possible scenario filled Steve’s dizzy head as he felt a much better feeling heat build in his stomach. His grip tightened as his gaze fixed between your legs, imagining the feeling of you squeezing around him. Those little sighs that slipped your lips as he filled you. Would you still be wet from earlier?

“Yeah, so fucking wet,” Steve said, not expecting it to actually come out rather than stay im his dirty mind.

You reacted with a little whimper, like you were losing that battle between sleep and consciousness. Your body curled in on itself, rolling on your side towards Steve. As far as he could tell, you were still asleep and he was about to break.

He flopped on his back, slapped his hand over his mouth, and stoked himself faster. He twisted and tightened his hand, trying to make it feel like you. It never did, but it was enough. He was getting so close. His palm tasted like desperation against his tongue as he tried, but failed, to stifle his moans. He was never good at keeping quiet.

“Steve…”

He heard your voice cut through the thumping in his ears – soft like butter wouldn’t melt on your tongue even in this heat. Steve couldn't be sure if it was actually you or if he was so close to the edge, his mind created a perfect replica of your voice. He should have known he couldn’t possibly recreate something so sweet himself.

Then he heard it again.

“Steve.”

Slightly more sure of itself.

He turned his face to you, still covered with his large hand. Your eyes were open, wide but clouded by a darkness in them. You were closer, just out of reach but near enough to feel your heat collide with his.

“Shit!” Steve groaned as he reluctantly pulled his hand from his cock like it burned him. It kind of did.

“Honey, I–fuck–I’m so sorry,” he blabbered breathlessly. “I just– I couldn’t sleep and we didn’t get to do much earlier, and you were there and you looked– you look so…”

“Keep going,” you said, voice level like you were unaffected.

“Wha–?”

“Finish what you started.”

With your green light, Steve’s hand was back on his aching cock. He gasped as soon as he made hot contact again. With his mouth free of his hand he let out all the needy sounds he had been holding.

You felt so hot as you watched Steve intensely. Not down at his hips thrusting, hand twisting, but his face – his gorgeously blushed, sweaty face. His head was now flung back against the pillow, his eyes screwed shut so tight he looked uncomfortable. You scooted closer, paying no attention to how your thighs stuck together. You leant into him, not quite touching, and blew cool air on his neck to sooth him.

He whimpered.

“That feel nice, baby?” You asked.

“Real fucking nice,” Steve groaned.

“How long have you been like this?”

“Dunno–ah–feels like forever.”

“Got yourself so worked up, huh?” You teased as you blew some more cold air out from your delicate mouth.

“That was all you, honey. You wouldn’t let me–hmmm–fuck you in this heat–ugh. Christ, it’s so fucking hot.”

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, Stevie.”

“You don’t sound very sorry,” he whined

“Well, you did wake me up. You expect me to just give you what you want? You can do it yourself, that’s what you were doing anyway.”

“N–ugh, but you’d feel so much better.”

“Yeah I would,” you shrugged. “But I wouldn’t get to watch you desperately fuck yourself then, would I.”

“You like seeing me like this, all needy for you?” Steve turned his head to you and opened his eyes.

You gave him a sly smile. “Uh huh.”

“You wet?”

“Uh huh.”

“Uugh fuck!” Steve’s breathing was so short and fast it was almost nonexistent. “Gonna co–uuuh, ha.”

“Let me see you come. Show me how desperate you are for my pussy.”

You knew a little dirty talk sent Steve soaring. He loved to hear obscene things come out of your pretty lips.

Your name slipped from his mouth, wrapped in a groan and tied in a bow with a whimper. Steve came hot ropes over his tummy as you blew that delightful cool air over his neck. He continued to stroke himself as he sputtered out his tip until the heat and sensitivity made it unbearable. His breathing slowed and you finally made physical contact. You brushed the stray stands of hair out his face with extreme care not to put too much of your burning finger tips in his scalp. Steve hummed contently as he looked at you taking care of him.

“I am sorry, really, for waking you,” he said, his words still a little breathy.

“Don’t be,” you replied. “I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that.”

Not even the searing heat could keep Steve from you now as he flung himself on you, rolling your body underneath his.

“Steve,” you giggled, trying to sound stern. “You’re so sticky.”

He caged you beneath him and took your lips into a passionate kiss that almost made you forget it was half four in the morning.

“I have an idea,” you said, your palms coming up to his chest to push him back from you slightly.

“Please, do share.”

“Why don’t we take a nice, cold shower, together,” you suggested. “There is no way I’m getting to sleep after that.”

“Now who’s worked up, huh?” Steve teased.

You pushed Steve harder so he fell to the mattress beside you.

“You better not tease me, Steve.” You got up from the bed and started walking backward towards the bathroom. “Or I will leave you here while I see to myself with my good friend, the shower head.”

“Oh honey…” Steve groaned. He crawled to the end of the bed. “You wouldn’t.”

“You gonna make sure of that, or what.”

You slipped into the bathroom and Steve heard you turn the water on. He practically fell out of the bed as he scrambled to catch up to you.

He would make sure.

A/N: dipping my toe into perv!steve and i like it… part two in the shower?? Maybe?? What do we think??