Summary: older!Steve talks you through it cuz heâs just so big
Cw: smut, piv, fingering, finger sucking, softdom!steve, age gap, babying
Wc: 1k
"princess im home" steve called out from down the hall as he began to take off his shoes.
in an instant you jumped up from where you were on the sofa, discarding your half drunk second glass of wine and scuttling down to find steve.
"there's my girl- woah"
he grunted as you threw yourself into his arms, dropping his bag and wrapping his arms tight around you.
"well hello babygirl" he chuckled into your hair, hands travelling to your ass cheeks to haul you up off the floor.
"missed you so much stevie" you whispered into his neck, just below his ear.
"oh yeah?"
"yeah- been waiting for you all afternoon"
you pulled back from his neck, hands running through his hair as you leant forward to hastily kiss him.
wasting no time, he blindly walked down the halls, finding and kicking open the door to your bedroom.
breaking the kiss, you latched onto steve's neck, sucking and biting desperately as you began to roll your hips in his hold.
"someone's needy"
gently laying you down on the bed, steve climbed over you, peppering kisses up your chest and neck until he reached your face.
"stevieeee" you whined
"shh bunny, i'm gonna take care of you"
he carefully removed your matching pyjama set, mumbling about how much he loved it before straightening up and allowing your grabby hands to pull at his own tshirt.
caressing your boobs and toying at your hard nipples with one hand, the other pulled at his belt, removing it and undoing his jeans whilst your shaky hands made a pathetic attempt to help.
âprincess, just lay backâ steve said with amusement, taking your hands in one of his big ones and holding them above your head.
âpleaseâ
âi amâ he cooed, letting go of your hands to cup your jaw.
with your hands out of his way, steve made quick work in freeing himself, his large cock springing out, hard and flushed.
lips parting on instinct, your mouth watered as you stared at steveâs dick with wide eyes.
âdonât worry bunny, itâll be all yours in a minuteâ
âi-â
you began to talk, mouth open just enough for steve to push his thumb into it and cut you off from whatever whiny comment you were going say.
his other hand came between your legs, parting your thighs easily before dipping his fingers between your folds.
the light touch made you dizzy, so desperate and wet for steve, moaning around his thumb.
his fingertips dragged through your slick, smearing it over your lips before finding your achy, puffy clit.
âsteveeeâ
two fingers plunged into you, burring deep into your warm core, curling up and instantly finding the spot that made you squirm.
steve kept his thumb in your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers whilst his other thumb rubbed over your clit in soft circles.
the coil in your lower stomach tightened uncontrollably quickly, making your thighs tremble and back arch as you came undone on his fingers.
as he eased his fingers from your cunt, he removed his thumb from your mouth, rubbing it over your cheek leaving a shiny strip under your eye.
moaning around his own fingers, he cleaned them off, tasting your orgasm on them, making a show of it for you.
âtaste so good- could never get enoughâ
âstop teasing- i need your cockâ
letting go of his fingers with a wet pop, he leaned down to your face, lips brushing over yours.
âwhat do we say?â
âpleaseâ
âgood girlâ
he crashed his lips into yours, settling between your legs as his hand gripped himself, rubbing his tip up your slit, coating it in your juices.
âpleaseâ you whined again against steveâs mouth, so impatient for him.
your breath caught as you felt his head at your entrance, pushing shallowly against the wet opening.
âyou know what to doâ he groaned and you nodded. âdeep breath, baby- yeah there you goâ
you inhaled heavily then held as steve pushed in all the way, slowly but smoothly until he was fully buried inside you.
âatta girl, cmon breath for meâ
you made a few shaky breaths before it evened out, breathing through the sharp stretch of steveâs cock splitting you open until it faded into agonising pleasure.
âgood?â
âso good- feel so fullâ you slurred out, eyes rolling back.
âso full arenât you princessâ he pushed on your lower stomach making you cry out and your eyes water. âfeel that?â
âI- so- ughâ
âso deep you canât even speak? oh my babyâ steve cooed right against your cheek, pressing his lips to the soft skin.
so slowly you almost didnât notice, steve started to roll his hips in a shallow circle, just grazing your walls with each thrust.
âthat okay bunny?â
âmhmmmâ
he got more confident, his hips gradually speeding up and hitting deeper and deeper as your whines and mewls got louder and louder.
your hands were in his hair, then around his neck, then gripping his shoulders before your nails scratched down his back. under your fingers, you felt his muscles flex with each thrust of his hips.
he settled into a brutal pace eventually, forcing his cock into you so deep you felt him in your lungs, hot sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins
âyou feel so good baby, so fucking wet. you been thinking about this all day?â
you nodded frantically, messily attempting to kiss his lips in which your missed and just ended up licking over his jaw.
âmissed me so much you needed me to come home and fuck you stupidâ
âyeaaaah- donât stopâ
âwouldnât fucking dream of itâ his hands cradled your face, dropping his forehead to yours.
âstevie- m so closeâ
âfuck- cum for me baby girl, wanna feel you squeezing meâ
the band snapped and you cried out, throwing your head backwards and arching your back, your chest pressing against steveâs.
âoh yeaaah- gonna- fuck- cum. take it princess, be a good girl and take my cumâ
steve groaned into your neck as he frantically attempted a few more thrusts before stilling deep inside you and pumping your fluttering cunt full of his hot cum until it was pouring out from around his length.
the wave of inspiration i just got from being one row behind barricade this evening in lewistonâŚâŚ. trust and believe new fics are being drafted as we speakâŚâŚ..
Steve is lying on his back while Eddie straddles him, moving his hips faster and faster. Steve is so close.
âShow them to me,â he moaned pitifully, tightening his grip on Eddieâs waist.
Eddie lowers his head fixing Steve with large, shining, desire-filled eyes, before large, imposing wings unfurl from his back. Steve barely has time to say âOh, fuck!â before he cums.
summary: Steve wants to prove he's manly enough for you to like him. But you like him sweet and gentle as he is.
words: 1.5 k || masterlist
"So how are you adjusting to a new town? You got bored of it yet?" Robin asks you. You were in fact new in Hawkins. You moved here just two months ago, and luckily, quickly made friends with Nancy from work and she was kind enough to introduce you to her friend group since you were in need of new local friends.
"No, not at all." you laugh. "It's nice here, people are really friendly."
"Thatâs because you don't know them yet." Robin comments.
"Don't be so pessimistic." Nancy tells Robin. "And have you met anyone interesting yet? We can warn you about what they're known for here."
"Like romantically. No, gosh, no." you frown.
"Oh come on! What do you think of our boys?" she insists.
"Oh, well, they're all very nice, very friendly." you simply say, but notice in their faces that they want to know more. "Well, Eddie's very cool. Like he plays guitar and is in a band, and he totally owns who he is. Then, Jonathan is pretty artsy, he's interesting. And then Steve is... really really sweet."
Thatâs all you said. Harmless, right? Well, no.
There was a little mouse hearing what you had to say behind the door of the kitchen. This mouse is known for his amazing set of hair.
Steve was listening behind the door because since you joined their group he's been developing a crush on you. But he sent the girls first to ask what you thought of him. And he is not happy with what you said.
Sweet? He's sweet? Dogs are sweet! Babies are sweet! He's a grown man!
It's safe to say his ego is a bit bruised right now. Which wouldn't be so bad if he werenât so dramatic. The last thing he could take right now is for you to start dating the weirdo that is Munson, or the awkward guy that is Byers (he loves them though, they're his friends).
And Steve had an odd thought process here, definitely not something a guy his age should be doing since it's more of a teen drama clichĂŠ. But he wants to prove how manly he can be.
So the next time you see him, his usual perfect floppy hair is no longer shiny and smooth. Instead, this time looks more low-maintenance, messy, like he just rolled out of bed and came here (he actually spent 35 minutes in front of the mirror for it to look like this). He changes his pastel polo shirts to a simple dark flannel.
Some of the guys came to your apartment to help you with some new furniture. You just got a new couch and some frames to hang on the wall.
Nancy was helping you choose pictures and deciding where each should go for them to look good. Robin was helping Eddie to move the table and the TV because she claims she's actually stronger than him.
Thatâs until Steve arrives, pushing them aside.
"Let me handle the heavy stuff." he says.
"Oh, thank god superman's here." Robin mocks him and he looks at her badly.
He starts moving the couch which wasnât exactly heavy, letting out exaggerated grunts to help his image.
"You need help? You look like you're gonna get a hernia." Eddie jokes which earns him another bad look from Steve.
"Is that good?" he asks you.
"Yeah, I think it looks good there, right?" you ask Nancy and she nods.
"Great. You need help hanging those frames? I brought a hammer and nails just in case." he offers. "Actually, I always carry them in my car, you never know when youâre gonna need them" he lies, Robin actually cringes at that line.
"Uh... yeah, sure. We can hang them if you want." you agree.
"While I'm at it, you want me to take a look at that leaky faucet you've got?" he insists.
"Oh no, that's fine, I already called a guy to come check it out tomorrow."
"You sure? You don't need to pay some random guy. I know how to work those things." he claims.
"That is exactly what a man would say." Robin murmurs to Nance.
"No, please. Don't even worry about it." you quickly dismiss him.
The "manly" act keeps going for the second consecutive week now. His idea to shed his sweet image to prove he's rugged continues in a painfully obvious way. If only he noticed that instead of you being swooned it's actually weirding you out.
Like one afternoon you were hanging out at The Wheeler's household, everyone chatting like usual. But he was not chiming in with his normal personality. He was leaning against a wall, looking around like he was deep in thought, trying to look mysterious and troubled.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Dustin asks Robin.
"I don't even know anymore." she shrugs, rolling her eyes.
Later that same evening, Steve offers to drop you home when he's leaving.
In his car, the radio starts playing with the last cassette he left in once he starts the vehicle. A loud guitar riff scared you through the speakers. Since when does Steve listen to Metallica?
You remember one night talking to him about how you both liked Michael Jackson and The Police and he admitted he even sings along when Madonna plays on the radio. He even started bickering with Eddie once he started making fun of him for listening to pop music.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot that was playing." he acts.
"Steve, seriously, what's going on?" you frown.
"What do you mean, doll?" oh yeah, he calls you 'doll' now too.
"What are you doing? Why are you acting like this lately? Like a character from a bad western movie." you finally question him.
"I'm not acting like anything. I just like some metal music sometimes." he lies.
"Then why did you tell Eddie it sounds like a bunch of noise all put together?"
"Fine, I'm just... being a man, okay? I'm not some cute little puppy dog!"
"A puppy dog? What?" you frown, he's making no sense at all.
"I heard you saying Eddie was cool and metal, and that Jonathan was 'artsy' and that I'm just sweet!" he explains. "I'm not just a golden retriever, I can be a man!"
You stay staring at him surprised for a few more seconds, then you laugh softly.
"You started acting weirdly because of that?" you keep laughing. "Why did you think it was a bad thing? I meant it in a nice way."
"How can that be nice?" he complains.
âI meant that you really take care of people! You're attentive, you're brave, and you're sweet! Thatâs not a bad thing, it's like my favorite thing about you." you clarify.
"Really?" he looks caught off guard.
"Yes, really! Why would you think I want a crazy macho man?" you frown.
"I don't know... I guess I took it the wrong way." he's still surprised.
"Why did you care so much about how I saw you anyway?" you notice how he started changing everything because of that comment.
"Well... I thought you liked the other guys more than me." he starts. "I just... I think you're very pretty, and funny, and just pretty amazing. Ever since I saw you, but I wanted to know what you thought of me before I asked you out. And I thought you meant I was like... safe, or boring." he finally admits.
"I didn't think that at all. I thought you were also pretty funny and handsome before this whole act." you smile.
"Fuck... okay." he regrets everything now. "Could I still take you out? Next week maybe? I'll fix my hair like I always do and wear my normal clothes. I'll go back to being sweet and funny, I promise." he smiles too.
"Well, I'm actually not doing anything right now." you shrug with a smile. "We can go fix your hair and maybe I could style it in some fun ways..."
You're already picturing yourself braiding his hair, or trying some funny hairstyles just to mess with him.
"I don't just let anyone touch my hair." he warns you with a smirk.
"And what about me? Am I just anyone?" you play along.
"No, I guess you're not." he smiles. "And I guess it would be nice to have a pretty girl play with my hair."
"You're gonna be my barbie doll." you mock him.
"Hey! No."
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" you lie... he will be. You're already thinking of getting face masks as well.
You lean into him with a smirk. "So, can I? Please?"
"Yeah, you can." he smiles too, then leans in a little bit more and kisses you softly.
You smile into the kiss and bring him closer, his hands grab your waist, caressing your back over your top. He even moves your hair out your face, placing a strand behind your ear.
Yeah, he is sweet. He's the sweetest. And that might just be your favorite thing about him.
âˇ(just an idea of what if you offered an alternative payment for the delivery guy. p in v sex, unprotected sex, back shots, ass slapping, fluff, cream pie (getting stuffed <33))
imagine kurt deciding to do food delivery alongside his spree rides. you order pizza after a long day and wait patiently, you're starving.
imagine when he arrives you don't have the cash on you and he's about to leave but you're sooo hungry and tired from the day you beg him to let you take the food. you dont know he's already willing to let you off because he's so enamoured with you already but you quickly offer to let him have his way with you...
imagine his eyes widening, he can't believe you're offering yourself to him like that... you must really be desperate. he is too, so desperate to touch you, fuck you, do anything to you, after all you said your body would be all his to use.
imagine eating pizza with him first, you don't want to food to get cold after all. he abandons the rest of his rides for the night, opting to talk and connect with you over pizza. he tells you all about his channel, you tell him all your wishes for your future.
imagine the second that you're done he's already on you, already hard. he's been hard since the second you offered yourself to him, cum already leaking through his shorts -you can feel the wet spot as grinds his hips against your ass.
imagine kurt bending you over your kitchen table, fucking you from behind, hard and fast and sloppy. your pussy is so wet for him, so puffy from his assault and he relentlessly drills into you.
imagine the sound of your creaking kitchen table as he quickens his pace, him whispering dirty, desperate thing into your ear from behind as his cock abuses your insides, this angle is just too good for the both of you.
imagine him leaning back, running his hands over your ass, softly squeezing it like he's kneading dough. he uses his thumbs to separate your ass and watch as his dick enters you, watches your pussy fluttering around his wet slippery cock. the sight is too much for him and he's crying out your praises, saying your pussy takes him so well, how your ass jiggles with each thrust.
imagine him smacking your ass, watching in desperation how it recoils under his palm as you cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain. he watches, obsessed at the sight of this. your ass red and swallowing him whole, your pussy wet around him, you bent over the table and it's all too much and he's cumming right inside you. you cry out at the feeling of his seed filling your insides, you gurgle his name, so fucked out it's the only thing on your mind.
imagine feeling so tired out from your long day and being thoroughly fucked from behind you let yourself lay there on the table for a while, his cum still leaking out of you, tired, babbling about how good he was to you.
imagine him softening at the sight, gathering you from the table and laying you down on your couch, covering you with a blankent. he's about to leave- this was only for a payment after all- but you grab him down with you. no way you let someone fuck you as good as he did and just let him walk away.
thank you for reading <3 if you liked it pls lmk if you want me to make this into a full story!
âËęŠď˝ĄSUMMARY: you walk in on steve pleasuring himself in the bathroom
âËęŠď˝ĄTAGS: no y/n, steve x reader, reader insert, college setting, desperate!steve, nervous!reader
âËęŠď˝ĄTW: NSFW 18+ content, minors do not interact!! | male masterbation, voyeurism, hand job, praise, multiple orgasms, a tiny bit of overstim
âËęŠď˝ĄWC: 1.8k
âËęŠď˝ĄA/N: for my djoups<3 this is based on a dream i had in 2023:) enjoy!!
It was a typical Tuesday night. Nearing around 11pm. You sighed, treading down the hall, back towards where your dorm is. Your slippers lazily scraped across the floor, not being bothered enough to fully pick up your feet with each step. You held your towel in one hand, drying your hair as you walked, humming a quiet tune to yourself. The other hand held your overflowing shower caddy.
You preferred showering late at night. The bathrooms were quiet. You were able to actually take your time, not having to rush through your routine.
As you turned the corner you noticed the door to the menâs bathroom was cracked, a soft warm light shining through. You didnât think anything of it. As you got closer you could hear faint noises coming from inside. You ignored it, too tired to care. Just as you were about to pass it, the sound of muffled moans stopped you in your tracks.
Keep walking. Keep walking.
Your feet betrayed you and began stepping towards the door before you could stop yourself. Your heart began pounding as the noises grew louder the closer you got. You peeked through and what you saw was enough to make your stomach drop.
There stood your best friend, Steve, planted in front of the bathroom mirror. The room was foggy. The air thick and filled with steam from a hot shower. His hair was dripping wet, causing beads of water to fall down to his bare skin and onto the floor.
Your eyes raked down his body. He has one hand on the counter in front of him keeping his balance. His basketball shorts were pulled down in the front just enough so that his other hand could pull and jerk at his aching, leaking cock.
You watch as his head falls back with a quiet moan as he strokes for his own pleasure. The sight has your jaw slacked. Weak. You feel weak. You know this is wrong. You shouldnât be standing here watching him. Watching your best friend in such a vulnerable state.
And yet, your feet donât move. They donât even try. Your stomach tightens. You feel yourself squeezing your legs together to try and subside that stupid annoying feeling thatâs happening inside you.
You always knew Steve was good looking. Youâre not blind. But you never actually thought about him like this.
You donât actually know how you never looked at him like this before. I meanâŚjesus. It was like you were in a trance. His wet hair, the way his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes shut tight. The way his stomach was twitching from the sensations he was causing himself. The occasional flex of his bicep while he jerked himself off.
His hand moved at a steady pace. You almost fell to your knees when he let out a quiet soft whimper of a moan as he worked higher towards his tip.
Oh my god.
Then of course. The universe decided to play its own version of a sick joke on you. Before you could react or even register what was happening, your shower caddy decided right now was the perfect time to finally give out. All of your shower products flew out of the basket and onto the floor with a loud bang.
Steveâs head whipped towards the sudden noise, his eyes immediately finding you. You froze. You looked at all the bottles on the floor and then back at him. Then back at the bottlesâŚ.then back at him again. What exactly are you supposed to do in this situation?
âIâumâIâsorry I was justââ you stumble over your words, unable to find anything to say that could possibly make this situation better. You look anywhere but at him, too humiliated to even glance in his direction. âI umâŚIâm sorry. I didnât seeââ
âShh, hey itâs okay.â he finally spoke. You were terrified. What he said next was the opposite of what you expected. âCan you help me?â he asked.
Your breathing hitched. You almost choked on your own spit, your body tensing immediately. Itâs almost like the world was put on mute. All you can hear is the deep drum of your heart beat. A shiver runs down your spine and you can literally feel your throat close up, struggling to get any words out.
What the fuck? What the actual fuck is going on?
You should leave. You should grab your things off the floor and lock yourself in your room and never come out again. Maybe even transfer schools and forget this ever happened.
Thatâs not what you do though. Instead, without even realizing it, you find yourself nodding your head to his question.
He speaks again, âCâmere.â His voice was quiet and soft. It was laced with traces of need and want. Maybe even some desperation.
You exhale shakily, setting down the rest of your things. You slowly step into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. He watches you carefully, as you start to inch towards him nervously.
âIâHow do you wantâ?â
âGet behind me. Can you do that for me? Please?â
Normally youâd be embarrassed by how fast you complied. But right now you couldnât care less. Your whole body feels like itâs on fire and thatâs all you can focus on. Along with the ache between your thighs.
You swallowed hard, your throat feeling dry and heavy. He could see the nerves in your body language. Feeling it radiating off of you.
âHey, sâokay. I got you.â he looked at you through the fogged mirror, unable to make out any features. âSâjust me, mkay? Your best friend. Your Steve.â He reached behind himself, grabbing your hand and rubbing it gently. An attempt to calm your nerves. âNeed your help so bad. Would you be a good friend and help me?â
You nod, nervously. You lift your hands to his shoulders, letting them trace gently down his arms all the way to his wrists. Your movements are slow and unsure. You feel him shiver underneath your touch, only to melt into it once your hands find their way to his bare chest. Your fingers gliding over top of his chest hair.
The second he melted into your touch it was like all nervousness left your body. Without a second thought you leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. He exhaled in pleasure, biting his lip to stifle a moan when your hands rubbed up and down his body.
âBeen thinkinâ âbout this for so long. âBout you.â he spoke through deep breaths.
The heat in your stomach only grew at his words. The fresh panties you were wearing were certainly growing wetter by the second.
You pulled your arms back, causing him to frown. The sound of you spitting in your hand quickly replaced that frown with a lazy smile. Your left hand wrapped around his torso, running up and down his chest while your other hand found its way to his aching cock.
He hissed the second you grabbed onto him, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Your hand finally began to move up and down his length. You started off slow, teasing, pulling a quiet âfuckâ from his lips.
Your free hand roamed all over his chest and stomach, wanting to feel every inch you could reach. Keeping your movements slow, you placed a trail of kisses all over his upper back, causing a deep exhale to escape his lips. You squeezed slightly tighter, a real moan finally coming out.
Music to your ears.
It was right then that you stopped holding back. All you wanted was to hear that sound over and over again. The sound of your best friend completely at your mercy. Weak over your touch.
You picked up your pace, your hand moving up and down in a corkscrew motion. His head fell backwards, landing on your shoulder. The bathroom was quickly filled with sounds of his erratic moans and the sound of you jerking him off.
âDoinâ so goodâfuckâmakinâ me feel so good.â he spoke in between moans.
âYeah?â you smiled, watching his face scrunch tight through the mirror in front of you two.
You kept a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. His noises and little twitches encouraging you to finally ask whatâs been on your mind since he said it. âYou said youâve been thinking about this? You and me?â
âMhm, ahh fuck.â he leaned into your touch, trying to steady himself. âYou came over one dayâshit go faster. Please, please go faster.â a loud moan rippled through the bathroom. âYou were wearing that one skirtââ
Before he could finish his sentence, your hand reached the top of his shaft, right underneath his tip. He jolted in your hands, a literal whimper escaping from his mouth.
Your lips immediately quirked up into a wide smile, knowing youâd just found his spot. âThat feel good?â you ask, keeping your movements focused on that one spot.
âAhhâfffuck yes.â
âThe skirt. Tell me about the skirt.â
âThe short black oneââ he struggled to talk coherently, his breathing growing heavier as he reached his climax. ââyou came over wearing it. Dropped your keysâmâso close.â
âI know, I know. Deep breaths, you can do it. Keep tellinâ me.â
âY-you bent over to pick em up. Your little pink panties on complete display fâme.â
Your face reddened. You donât even remember that.
âEver since then, been wanting to get my hands on you.â
His words made your knees weak. Like actually weak. You suddenly felt like jelly. Your core clenching around nothing, begging for some kind of relief.
Your arm was burning but that didnât stop you from going faster, determined to get him to his release.
After a few more moans and curses, Steve threw his head back once again, landing on your shoulder. A loud, breathless moan ripped through him as his come shot all over your hand and his stomach. But you didnât stop there. You kept your movements going up to his tip, wanting to hear those whimpers from earlier.
He cried out, knees buckling. You stepped back, his sudden body weight almost knocking the both of you over. You didnât dare stop.
âAhh fuck I canâtââ he whined loudly.
You paid extra close attention to where his shaft and tip met, rubbing up and down in tiny movements. He was putty in your hands. He tried to talk but nothing coherent could come out. The overstimulation too much.
Only when a second orgasm ripped through him did you finally stop. He was completely and utterly spent. His chest heaved, struggling to catch his breath.
You released him from your grasp, bringing your hand up to your mouth. He turned around and watched with awe as you licked his come off each of your fingers until your hand was clean.
With wide eyes and dilated pupils he finally spoke, âJesus fucking christ.â
You smiled. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close. âCâmere, itâs your turn.â
18+ smut!! light nipple play, curvy!reader, established relationship, pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader with boobs, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.
wc: 852
You huff at your reflection, your favourite bra that had once been a perfect fit now feeling a little too snug. You watch as the tops of your breasts begin spill out over the cups as you try to adjust the straps.
"I think I need to get remeasured," you say to your boyfriend, who had definitely not been watching you get changed for dinner from his spot on the bed.
âHmm?â Steve hums distractedly, too busy staring at your chest to really notice that the book he was pretending to read was upside down. âSorryâwhat did you say, baby?â
The corners of your mouth lift and you turn to look at himâone of your nipples peaking out over the top of your bra which causes Steveâs eyes to widen comically.
âI said,â you begin, making no move to adjust the cup as you watch his tongue dart out to lick his lips. âThat I need to get remeasured. My tits are spilling out.â
âAre they?â Steve asks nonchalantly, his eyes shifting up to your face and sparkling with amusement. âI didnât even notice.â
You laugh, shaking your head as you turn back around to look once again at your reflection. âYouâre so full of shit, Stevie.â You tell him affectionately, your cheeks warming and stomach fluttering as you hear the creak of the bed as Steve gets to his feet. You watch in the mirror as he walks toward you with that look on his face that made heat flare in your gut.
âI can measure them for you, baby,â Steve insists, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. You try not to react as he presses himself against you, the evidence of his growing arousal now pressing against your ass.
âHow would youââ
But you get your answer in the form of one of Steveâs large hands cupping your breasts and squeezing.
âSteve!â you scold him but make absolutely no attempt to swat his hand away as he kneads the flesh with reverence.
âJust being thorough,â he tells you, leaning in to press a wet kiss to your neck, his tongue stroking the flesh gently just to watch you squirm in his arms. âStand still, sweetheart. Mâtrying to concentrate here.â
âYouâre notââ
But words fail you as soon as Steveâs free hand reaches behind your back to unhook your bra.
The moment that your breasts spill free, Steve lets out a low groan that shoots through your body like lightning. he wastes absolutely no time in throwing it unceremoniously across the room while his free hand turns you around to face him. His eyes drag over your bodyâover every curve, every dip that he had been obsessed over the past few months of being together.
âBeautiful,â he murmurs, causing your face to warm as both of his hands squeeze and knead your breasts. You have to bite back a moan as his thumb brushes over one of your nipples, the feeling sending heat straight to your core.
âStevie,â you whine, arching your back and pressing your breasts even more into his palms and causing a smile to break out across his face as he catches the all too familiar signs of arousal dancing across your face.
âYeah, baby?â he asks you gently, dipping his head down to run his tongue between the valley of your breasts. Your head tilts back and you let out of a soft whimper as his lips meander their way towards one of your pebbled peaks, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
âYou wanna know what I think?â Steve murmurs, his lips hovering a breath away from your sensitive skinâthe act making every nerve in your body buzz, makes the blood running through your veins hum. His other hand still kneads your other breast while the wet heat of his tongue darts out to play with your nipple like he had all the time in the world, like you didnât have a dinner reservation in twenty minutes.
âI asked you a question,â Steve murmurs through a mouthful of your tit, his eyes on your face as he swirls his tongue around your stiff peak. âI saidâyâwanna know what I think?â
âYes,â you gasp breathlessly, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt as you try to pull him even closer, as though trying to fuse your bodies together.
Steve pulls his lips away from you, your nipple now coated in his saliva and you whine at the loss of contact. Steve tuts at the sound and gives your other breast a final squeeze before he pulls away from that one too.
âI think theyâre the perfect size,â he tells you with a toothy grinâone that plainly told you he was seeing the want in your eyes but wasnât going to do a damn thing about it. Yet.
âSteveââ
âLater,â he promises with a smug grin before he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth as though his hardening cock wasnât pressing against your hip. âWeâve got a dinner to go to.â
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