[divinekills]

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[divinekills]

Steve was relentless. His thrusts were brutal as he bullied every thick inch of himself into your swollen cunt. He had you folded beneath him, thighs pushed up against your chest in a mating press. Each slide of his cock inside your walls was searingly tight; and when you clenched around him his head dropped forward into your neck, grunting at the feeling.

"Yeah you just— oh sh-shit— take it so good for me, baby," he growled, lips beginning to suck on the sensitive skin below your ear. "Fucking perfect for me."

Your nails raked down his chest, as you released a series of unintelligible whines.

Steve dropped his forehead to yours, laughing softly. "S’that right, baby?”

He slipped one strong arm behind your back, flipping you on top of him without pulling out. The change in position caused his cock to spear even deeper, punching a guttural scream from you. You crumpled forward and steve’s hands shot out to catch you.

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie!" you babbled, panicking at the sudden pressure deep inside. Your pussy spasmed frantically around his hard cock as you tried to push yourself up, trembling arms buckling as tears began to leak down your cheeks. "Too deep! Too— nghhsteve!"

Steve rushed to reach one arm around your waist and the other under your ass, sliding you higher up his chest and cock until only the tip was inside you. He rubbed firm, grounding strokes over your back and placed chaste kisses over the swell of your breast where it rested by his cheek.

"Alright. Hey, hey, hey, you're okay. You're fine, baby.”

Your chest heaved, "m’sorry, Stevie. Just made me— just so fucking big."

"I know, I know," his hand found your cheek, pulling you down to pepper kisses to the flushed skin. "Made you jump a bit didn't it, sweet girl."

"Mhmm," you nodded, cheek still pressed against his lips. "I can take it though. Promise." You held your hand out to him, pinky extended in offering.

Steve linked his pinky with your's, bringing it to his lips. "I know you can, honey. Y'always take it so well. Always being my best girl, aren't you. C'mon, duchess, say it for me."

"'I’m your best girl," you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, lips pressing to his cheek as you began rolling your hips against his. Your kisses trailed down, tongue running over his neck as your hips began rising and falling.

Steve’s head tipped back against the headboard, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. His jaw clenched as he choked out, "holy shit.”

"Love you so much, Stevie."

Steve's hand curled into your hair, giving the tendrils a sharp tug as he chased your lips. His tongue pressed against the seam, slipping inside as your mouth opened in a shrill moan when he thrust his hips up suddenly. His hand slipped round to your throat and squeezed.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

[divinekills]

The shower was scalding hot, just the way you liked it, and exactly how Steve hated it. You’d no doubt hear all about how he ‘almost burned to death’ after he showered later on. Steve had always been dramatic; something he proved that moment when the bathroom door burst open as his voice rang through the room.

“I’m being hunted.”

“Good morning to you too.” You poked your head through the curtain, greeted by the sight of Steve in grey gym shorts, bare from the waist up. You smiled sweetly before rolling your eyes. “Can you get the fuck out? I know there’s no lock on the door but the bathroom is very clearly occupied.”

Steve ignored you, reaching for the toothpaste and his toothbrush.

“Do you not even care that I’m being hunted?” He frowned, beginning to brush his teeth.

“No I don’t,” you stated, irritably. “I care that you’ve just come in here when I’m using the bathroom.”

“Yesh welf itch urrw bawfoom,” his garbled through a mouth of toothpaste. He leant over to spit in the sink before standing straight and giving you a big grin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Joint custody, honey.”

You scrunched your nose up, shaking your head. “You’re so gross. What do you want?”

Steve leant back against the counter, running a hand through his messy hair as he yawned. His toothbrush was now abandoned at his side. “So, mom and dad are pissed because I bailed on dad's work thing last night and I haven’t come up with a good excuse yet so I need you to either come up with an excuse for me or to tell them I’m working all day so I have time to come up with one.”

“Hang on, I’m pissed at you for bailing too!” You exclaimed, adjusting the curtain around you. “I had to sit around with Mr Hendrix’s son William, who is a complete fucking snob by the way, while you were out getting fucking baked with Eddie “the freak” Munson!”

“Hey, he’s not a fr— well no, alright he is a bit of a freak, but he’s got a lotta redeeming qualities!”

“No, Steve,” you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. “We’re not doing a character analysis of, Munson. The point is, you owe me. You owe me for bailing last night, and you’ll owe double if you make me lie about why.”

Steve sighed, throwing his toothbrush back into the glass by his hip. “I’m sorry, okay? Next time you can bail with me.”

“Or next time you could just show up when you say you will.”

“Jesus, all I’m asking is for you to—”

Steve was cut off by your mother calling your name from the hallway.

“Oh shit,” Steve’s eyes widened and he darted straight towards you and the fold in the shower curtain. “Move! Move!”

“Steve, no!”

Steve barrelled into the shower, flinching as the water hit his back.

“Ow, ow, ow! Jesus Christ, why is the water so fucking hot?”

“Get the fuck out!”

He dropped to his knees to avoid his silhouette being seen through the curtain but his bare knees slid against the wet floor and his hands shot out grabbing at your hips to steady himself.

“Sorry!” Steve whispered, hands sliding from your hips to just above your knee to keep him from slipping again.

The door opened once more and this time your mother’s voice called through to you. "Honey, have you seen your brother?"

Steve's bit down on your thigh, teeth sinking into your flesh as a warning.

"Ow!" You cried loudly, shoving his face away from you and slapping at the back of his head.

Glancing down, you mouthed to him, ‘what the fuck?’

He looked up at you with a finger to his lips, ‘shhhh.’

"What’s wrong? Are you okay?" Your mother’s voice was concerned.

"I—” You looked down again, and the sight of Steve on his knees, soaking through, looking up at you, hungover, with his stupid big brown eyes and flushed cheeks sent a pang of sheer affection through you. He looked so fucking pathetic. “Just got shampoo in my eye. Steve had to go into work this morning.”

Steve sighed, leaning his forehead against your side. His lips pressed against both sides of the bite mark he’d left behind.

"Your father wants to speak with him about last night. He’s not happy.”

"Daddy's never happy with him. Steve had to cover someone’s shift last night and this morning. Go easy on him. He got a job like daddy wanted him to. It’s not Steve’s fault if he then has to actually show up.”

“Well he should’ve said something.”

“He left a note on the fridge. I found it this morning. Can we talk about this later? I’m getting soap in my mouth.”

“Okay, I’ll tell your father. Sorry, sweetheart, I’ll leave you to it.”

With the click of the door shutting, both of them exhaled. Steve stood up, wincing slightly as his joints clicked.

You looked at him and raised a single eyebrow, pointing your finger to his chest. “You owe me.”

Steve smiled, nodding profusely. “I do. Anything you want, I swear.”

Your gaze was still locked on his as he smiled at you.

“Um, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you get out now?”

“Right! Sorry, yeah,” he laughed, eyes flicking down your body as he stepped out the tub. With both feet planted firmly on the floor, he leaned his head back in and smacked a big kiss on your cheek. “I love you. Thank you so much! You’re the best.”

You batted at him with your hands, shooing him off as a small chuckle slipped from your lips. “Go away!”

[divinekills]

Being Steve's bratty girlfriend who huffs and stomps your little foot when you don't get your own way. Standing there with your arms crossed, hip jutted out with a glossy little pout on your face, all whiny.

"Ughhh, Stevieeee!"

Steve who stands there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, lips pursed waiting for you finally stop and just let him fucking talk.

"You done being a spoilt little brat or do you wanna keep the attitude up? 'Cause this act might work on your daddy, duchess, but it doesn't work on me."

Steve who fucks you deep and rough. Caging you in with his arms, fucking you so hard until you eyes are rolling back and the only sounds coming from you smudged lips are choked little ngh ngh ngh's.

The air in his bedroom is thick, and the lewd sound of sticky skin slapping together seems echoes off the walls. Your legs are starting to shake as they struggle to hold you up with the weight of steve’s chest pressing down against your back.

He chuckles, cheek pressing against yours as his lips tickle against your ear panting heavily with exertion. "This all it takes to shut you up, honey?"

"Nghhhstevie."

"Yeah, it is isn’t it. All you needs a big fucking cock in your cunt to stop you whining.”

"Ohmygod,” your words slur together as his hips slam against your ass, driving his thick cock in an out of your dripping entrance again, and again, and again, and again. “Da— dngh— nghh.”

Steve smirks, wrapping a hand around your throat, pulling you up forcefully so your back is against his chest. “What was that, sweetie?”

Your jaw falls slack at the pressure of the new angle and your trembling hands search for anything to ground you. You latch onto his biceps, nails digging into the hard muscle. “S-so good, daddy. Love y-you s-so— ohh!”

“Yeah, listen to you,” he moans, leaning round to kiss your cheek before dropping you back onto the bed. His palm draws back and cracks down onto the plush of your ass before his hands find your hips to pull them up harshly against his, pounding into you faster than before. “Sweetest girl in the world when you’re getting fucked properly.”