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[djotummy]

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[moonstruckme]

Okay could I request Steve with shy!reader staging over at his place for the first time!! Like not necessarily smut but their first sleepover so it’s awkward and careful but r has a cutie little pajama set that’s driving Steve crazy

Thank you for requesting lovely!!

Steve Harrington x shy!reader ♡ 869 words

“Steve?” 

Steve straightens like a meerkat, head twisting toward your voice. “Yeah?” 

Hesitancy from the other side of the bathroom door. When you speak, embarrassment tinges your voice, like you’re only asking Steve as a last resort (this is probably accurate). “Are you dressed?” 

He can’t help it; he laughs. “Yeah. I’m decent.” 

It’s not like you haven’t seen each other naked before, but you’re funny. You always want to keep things polite anytime Steve isn’t putting some very obvious moves on you. The bathroom door cracks like you’re checking to be sure. Steve’s wouldn’t ever be that sort of cruel, but he doesn’t object to your overcaution. He raises his eyebrows as you peer out. 

“I’ve been dressed for like ten minutes,” he says. “How long have you been waiting in there?”

“Not a long time,” you reply, though your smile is the sheepish grin of a liar. 

He grins back, about to tease, but then the door opens the rest of the way and his thoughts stutter to a stop. 

Steve has seen you naked before, but he hasn’t seen you like this. Fresh-faced and shiny from your quick shower, your feet bare on the cold tile, and in the sweetest fucking pajamas Steve has ever seen. 

It feels shockingly intimate. More intimate somehow than your nude body beneath his hands is the pad of your feet crossing his room and the sight of lace against your skin. 

“You always wear these?” he asks, as you perch uncertainly on the edge of the bed. Your dropped gaze tells him enough of what he needs to know. 

“No,” you answer softly. 

Steve softens his voice in response. “Yeah? C’mere.” He scooches over, moving away from his side of the bed to make room for you. You can have it. You can have anything right now, probably, Steve’s head is half mush. He watches you lay down next to him with his heart thudding against his skin. “Are they new?” 

“Yeah.” You smooth your finger over a crease in the pillowcase. Then, softer still, like it’ll kill you to ask, “Do you like them?” 

“Yeah,” Steve echoes you, his lips tugging. The material of your pajamas is a soft-looking blue lined with gray lace, like that early morning fog in spring. They’re pretty, he’d like them anyway, but knowing you picked them out just for your first overnight stay at his place? They might be Steve’s new favorite thing ever. 

He fingers the lace lining of your shorts, knuckle brushing your thigh. “You look pretty,” he says earnestly. 

Your lashes flicker. Steve’s pretty sure if he pressed his fingers to your cheek he’d find it hot to the touch despite the raised bumps going down your arms. “Thanks.” 

He grins. “You want to get in here?” 

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” 

Steve lifts the covers, and it’s an awkward shuffle, you half crawling up onto his pillow to slip underneath them. You end up closer to Steve than you probably mean to be, the cold of your skin infiltrating his warmth. 

Steve isn’t shy. He hasn’t owned pajamas since he was a little kid, and it didn’t so much as cross his mind to buy them for when he shares a bed with you. He’s grown up in locker rooms and spending summers at the pool; he’s not going to be self-conscious about wearing boxers to bed. He doesn’t torment you by asking if you like his pajamas, too. 

He hisses when your icy fingers graze his abdomen. “Jesus. What are you, cold-blooded?” 

“You’re so warm.” You sound surprised. 

“Yeah, because I’m, like, human. What the hell? Come here.” 

Steve catches your hands, folding them between his. You watch him blow hot air on your fingers with a little smile teasing the corners of your mouth. This close, Steve can smell his body wash on you. It does something insane to him, makes him encourage you closer with a hand behind your back despite the cold contact of your knees bumping into his. He wants to kiss your shoulder, but he wants you to stay here more, so he plays it cool. 

You talk in whispers about your plans for the next day while Steve warms you up. You’ve got it all laid out—your perfect date, from waking up in the morning together to late in the evening. Steve secretly hopes the morning part lasts a while. He wants to keep you here as long as you’ll let him, warm and whispery beneath his bedsheets. 

You start to doze before long. Words stringing together, mattress shifting as you relax into it, your hand falling to Steve’s chest. Every time you touch him is like the first, tender and asking, even now. He puts an arm around your shoulders to keep you close. 

“How are you still cold?” he murmurs. 

“Hm? Dunno.” You nuzzle your cheek into his pillowcase, lids drooping. “Guess you didn’t fix me well enough.” 

Steve lets out a breathy laugh. Your rare bouts of audacity never fail to surprise him. “Guess not,” he says, hand splaying over your back. He relishes feeling the smooth material of your pajama top beneath his fingers. “I’ll have to keep at it.”

[lacyiris]

thru the panties

summary: reader is insecure. steve shows her she's beautiful while still respecting boundaries!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

classification: smutty blurb

warnings: 18+, not my gif!, cussing, oral (f!receiving), reader has a vagina, not proofread!

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You weren’t the most experienced.

You weren’t a virgin. You’d done some stuff before, but nothing insane. Something that didn’t help was how insecure you are.

When Steve – King Steve “The Hair” Harrington – first showed interest in you, you were beside yourself. Why would the hottest guy in Hawkins feel anything towards a girl like you?

But Steve knew you were beautiful. Everyone knew you were beautiful, except for you. And you knew he wanted you so bad, as much as he (poorly) tried to hide it.

“Just wanna touch you, baby,” he slurs, kissing at your neck. “Won’t pressure you, but… you’re beautiful. I just wanna taste you.”

You can’t deny the way that his words, his voice, send heat straight down to your core. God, you want him so bad, too. But if he sees you in full, if he sees more than just your face, will he still find you beautiful?

You squirm under him, huffing a laugh, weakly pushing at his shoulders. “Stevie… baby, I dunno. I’m not the prettiest… down there.”

He pulls back, looking at you like you just turned into a dog. His brows were pulled taut in that way that made you swoon. “What do you mean, honey?” he murmurs, cupping your face in his hands. “How would you know, hm?” He kisses at your collar, then at your sternum through your shirt.

You run your fingers through his hair, your breathing getting heavier and heavier. He kneels between your legs. “I’ll be the judge of that, baby. That okay?”

You whine. “I dunno…”

He kisses your thighs. “That’s alright, honey. But I wanna make you feel good. Do you trust me to make you feel good?”

Your face goes red. But you manage a nod.

“Words, sweet girl.” Steve presses a kiss to your bare thigh below your shorts.

“Yes, I trust you,” you whisper.

“Good,” he grins, slowly pulling down your shorts. You tense up, your fingers tightening in his hair. He chuckles. “Relax, baby. I’m leaving your panties on, okay?”

He kisses above your panties first, right on your navel. You whimper and feel him smirk against your hot skin.

He slowly kisses lower. And lower. Then he’s hooking your thighs over his shoulders and pressing a featherlight kiss to your clothed clit.

A gasp is ripped from you. Your fingers tighten in his hair again, your nails in his scalp. The sudden, barely-there pleasure shoots up through you like shocks. “Oh, f– fuck,” you breathe. 

He licks up your clothed slit, drenching the fabric even further than your wetness already had. You whine, tugging at his hair even more, causing him to groan into you. A shudder runs through your body, up your chest and out to your fingertips.

Steve hums into you, hooking his hands around your thighs and pulling you closer to his face. He buries his nose and mouth into your pussy as your back arches off of his silk sheets. “Feel good?” he mumbles.

You nod. Your thighs tighten around his head, basically suffocating him, and his eyes just roll back. He pulls back to admire his work.

Your cotton panties are see-through now, every part of you visible. The sopping fabric sticks to your folds and he lightly blows on it. You yelp and squirm in response to the cold air.

He kneads his fingers into your thighs to soothe you. “Shh, babygirl. I got you, don’t worry.”

He dives back in with even more desperation than before. You cry out, trembling under him, tugging at his hair. Your eyes travel to his hips, hopelessly grinding into the mattress while he whimpers into you.

Your abdomen begins to tighten. Your thighs start to shake. He rubs your hips, mumbling nonsense into your heat, gently coaxing you to break.

So you do.

You babble moans, gasping his name, bucking up into his mouth. Steve guides you through it oh so carefully, pulling back when you collapse so you don’t get overstimulated. He presses tender kisses to your soft tummy while your chest heaves. 

“You okay? Was that good?” his honey-like voice mutters.

You weakly pull him up to your face, brushing a kiss against his lips. “Thank you,” you whisper.

A smile spreads across his face. Not smug or sarcastic like usual, just genuine. He presses his lips to your forehead. “Of course, pretty girl. Of course.”

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a/n: ok it's been like two months but i'm back! (sorry lol) i'm on summer break now yay so hopefully i'll be posting more. i have an idea for a possible steve series and i'm thinking of making a smau on twt so keep an eye out! (my twt is djosfools)

[djotummy]

[bbgbelle]

belly bulge with stevie 😵‍💫

steve loves it when you ride him, when you try to take control and use him for your own pleasure. he loves the way your ass slaps against his thighs with each thrust, he loves how tight you clench around him when you ride him faster. he loves the way your nails dig into his shoulders for balance, and the moans that leave your lips while your eyes roll into the back of your head when you sink down almost too deep. but none of that would ever compare to this. you’re riding him again, gripping onto his bare shoulders, letting out long whines with each drag of your hips. steve’s hands sit loosely on your thighs bracketing his legs as he leans back against the headboard. his eyes trail down your body, from your head thrown back in pleasure, to your neck exposed to him covered in fresh red marks, down to your tits jiggling with each bounce, and when his eyes reach your stomach, steve’s mouth goes dry. each time you sink down on his cock, steve can see it protruding from the skin of your stomach, the tip of his large cock leaving a bulge in your tummy. he watches it slip away once as you lift your hips, then reappear the moment you sink down, and steve swears he gets harder. “look at you, baby…” he whispers. he lifts one of his hands to rest it against your belly, and the next time you slam your hips down against his, steve feels the bulge press against his hand. immediately his arms come around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest as he starts thrusting up into you, fucking you up and down on his cock with his own strength. you moan out immediately, your face disappearing into his neck, drool slipping from your lips. “fuck, steve…” you whimper, but he shushes you, picking you up and fucking you at a brutal pace. it’s relentless, he needs you now. “gonna fill you up, baby. look how deep i am, i gotta keep you nice and full, honey.” he groans, pressing his palm against your tummy again, feeling his cock bulge out of it with each hard thrust. you just moan, but you do your best to lift your head and look down into the space between your chests, and there you see it, the way your skin stretches out each time his dick fucks into you, and you moan at the sight. “fuck, yeah, you feel so good, baby. you take me so well. fuck, ‘m close.” he groans and you whine. “stevie, please fill me up, please. i need it.” you beg, eyes rolling back into your head as your orgasm washes over you. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” warm ropes of cum fill you deep inside your pussy as steve cums with another loud groan before his grip loosens and you collapse on top of him, completely fucked out.

[levanswrites]

grumpy s5 boyfriend steve and ‘want me to get you a pillow’… are you picking up what i’m putting down

18+ yes...... i think for me, the main difference between s1 mean!steve and s5 mean!steve is that s5 steve would be really great at pretending he doesn't give a shit.

like: oh, i'm sorry, is this uncomfortable? my foot pressing on the back of your head? is it tough when I pin you to the carpet while i use this pussy? too bad.

this man is tired and angry and resentful and sad—too many things he couldn’t fix, too many people expecting him to be stable when he feels anything but stable—and he's so fucking done with trying to pretend like it doesn't get to him.

so when you offer to be, let's call it an... emotional outlet to ease the burden of his... frustrations, so he can fuck you until he feel like there's a shred of normalcy back in his life, well... what's the problem with that?

and he's still careful, the love underneath it hasn’t gone anywhere—if anything it's gotten stronger, more fierce after all the shit he’s had to go through—but now it's more: tell me if you want me to stop, rather than: is this okay?

it's more: don't move, stay right there.

it's more: no, look at me. you're okay. just breathe.

it's more: yeah, that's it. you’re fine. you can handle this, can't you?

it's more: what, is this too much? thought you wanted this, baby. i'll stop if you can't take this cock. just say it.

[hoekeery]

Joe Keery performing on March 5th, 2017 - Post Animal | Daytrotter Session

[winter103x]

he's so extra why did he do allat

[stars-bean]

Spirited Away | 千と千尋の神隠し (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[anxietyatthecoffeeeshop]

The cozy boyfriend hoodie, the stache and the chunky black frame glasses he wants me to suffer

[lengthofropes]

ST5.04 Steve Harrington

[hoekeery]

Joe Keery takes a tour of the Green Monster. (x)

[marveldaily]

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

[piouscoffeelover]

i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you super nanny phil coulson. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔

[mcbeanzontoast-deactivated20230]

Em… since those photos of his scars were circling about em… I drew this…

I em… I have no explanation tbh

There was no need for the slutty thigh tbh… but… it’s there…

[joekeerysbellybutton]

HELLOO i love love LOVE your work it's absolutely insane and keep it up please :D

can we get some HEINOUS breeding kink smut like just the most baby fever drunk steve trying to make sure it takes even after it's over :D

Omg thank you so much!!!! <3 <3 <3

Hmmmmm I have spent way too long thinking about this… I can’t believe I used to actively avoid breeding kink smut and now here I am writing this – thank you Steve Harrington fanfiction for making me an absolute FREAK

Let me know if this is heinous enough…

Baby Fever

WC: ~3.5k

Tags: MDNI, SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected p in v (obvs), mating press, overstimulation, fingering, brief mutual masturbation, nipple play, lots of talk of fluids

Part of the ‘Baby Fever’ collection

Masterlist

Steve drove the two of you home with his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

You had been visiting your friend who just gave birth to the most precious little baby girl. You were completely in awe of her, and Steve even more so. He held her in his strong arms, her tiny body snuggling into him, making the cutest noises. You watched how he looked at her, how his eyes seemed to glow, the lightness of her new life reflecting in him.

He, somewhat reluctantly, passed her over to you. Giving you instructions on how to hold her as if he was the baby expert. But damn, did seeing you with a baby in your arms do something to him. His stomach flipped at the sight, butterflies blooming in him in a similar way they did the first time he saw you.

Steve was down bad with a case of baby fever – and it was terminal.

On the drive home, you rambled to him, gushing over the little one. How cute she was, how tiny her baby fingers were, how she looked at the new faces with such wonder – everything new.

Steve only added the odd ‘uh huh’ in response to what you were saying, his mind too preoccupied to really listen. He fixed his eyes on the road ahead as thoughts ran through his brain. Thoughts of you.

Of you and him.

Of him getting you pregnant.

Filling you with his seed.

God, what would it feel like to have it finally take.

“Oh my God! I know I keep saying it, but she is just the most adorable little thing, isn’t she,” your rambling continued as you walked through the front door, shaking off your jacket and shoes.

Steve, again, stayed silent, also removing his outer clothes in the hallway. He slowly approached you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, “I want one.”

You chuckled, “I know you do, baby.”

It wasn’t unusual for Steve to express an interest in having kids with you someday.

“I want one – now.”

“Steve.” You turned in his grasp. “Kidnapping is wrong,” you joked.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said with a smirk, lowering his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow, Steve feeling your lips on his gently until you parted for him. Then he let himself give in to his most primal urges.

He grabbed your head with both his hands, holding your face close against his as his tongue explored the hollow of your mouth. A low groan vibrated out of Steve’s throat, down into yours, finally settling in the pit of your stomach. Your fists gripped the sides of his shirt at his waist and he pressed his body against yours, needing to feel more of you.

You were both breathless as Steve pulled away but kept his forehead resting on yours. “I wanna put a baby in you.”

“Steve–”

He cut off whatever you were going to say when he attached his lips to your neck. He sucked, licked, nibbled, at your exposed skin. Your hands drifted under his shirt, sighing into his touch.

With his lips still on you, he reached down to your ass, urging you to jump into his arms. You leaped up, wrapped your arms and legs around him as his mouth returned to yours. He slowly made his way upstairs to the bedroom through a messy haze of his tongue and your hands. Every so often he stopped to press you up against whatever surface was closest, grind his quickly hardening length against you and make you whine into his mouth like he was collecting the sounds for safe keeping.

He threw you to the bed like you weighed nothing, stripped himself of his shirt like it was burning his skin. He looked a mess already, lips swollen from kissing you, hair all over the place from your grabby hands. His eyes were hungry. Big, black pupils filling the voids, sucking you in.

He crawled on top of you, he felt so heavy as he pressed his body on to yours. His hands travelled up under your blouse, roughly kneading at your breasts through your bra like no clothes could stop him from feeling you.

“Steve, just–“ you cut yourself off with a gasp, “–take it off.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, he ripped open your top making you yell his name disapprovingly.

“No time for buttons,” he mumbled to himself.

He didn’t even reach around to unclasp your bra, he just pulled it down. His mouth was immediately at the peak of your nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he took it into his hot mouth. He moaned against your breast and you felt the vibrations right through you all the way to your core. You tilted your head back against the pillow, your hands tangling in his hair as he practically drooled over you. He circled his hips over your thigh, grinding his aching length on you.

“You’re so desperate Steve…” You weren’t even trying to tease him, you were just stating a fact, but even that seemed to make him hungrier.

His hands massaged at the flesh of your waist as he came back up to kiss you. A string of saliva connected his swollen lips to your nipple before it broke dripping to his chin. He looked wrecked already. You almost felt sorry for him.

“Need to be inside you,” he said breathlessly.

Wanting to help him out, you reached between you as you kissed and palmed the growing bulge in his jeans. He whimpered into your mouth at your touch, breaking his lips from yours. Both your pairs of hands scrambled to release him from his confines. The metal of his belt clanked desperately as he shoved down his jeans and underwear enough to feel the air on his dick. You pumped him with your fist, he was already so red, throbbing, leaking from the tip. His hands clawed at your panties, tugging them down to your knees where you kicked them off the rest of the way.

He couldn’t even get either of you fully undressed, just needed to reveal the most desperate parts of you. He bunched up your skirt above your waist where it joined your disheveled bra. You parted your legs but for Steve it wasn’t enough. He gripped the inside of your thighs and pushed them open wide, making more than enough room for his broad hips.

He looked down at your cunt so intently as he thrusted hard into you without warning.

“Steve!” His name rang out from your throat, wrapped in a strangled groan.

Usually, Steve would work his way up to plunging his cock into you. Get you wet on his fingers or his tongue, or both, until you were begging him to let you take him. But tonight was different, Steve didn’t have it in him to work you up when he was already about to burst.

“Sorry,” he tried to apologise sweetly but with the way you tightened around him it came out in a whine. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”

He sounded so pathetic – which was helping soften you up.

“It’s okay, just give me a sec to–“ a whimper caught in your throat as you felt Steve twitch inside you, he was trying really hard to hold still.

He bit down on his lip and hummed like he was trying not to think about it. You reached your hands up the back of his shoulders, dragging your nails up into his hair.

“Not helping,” he said through gritted teeth.

You quickly released your hands from him, dropping them to the pillows next to your head. His eyes were closed tight so he didn’t see the expression on your face as you looked at him like he was a lost puppy you desperately wanted to take home.

You shifted a little under him, getting yourself acquainted with his size. Every little move you made seemed to make Steve suck in the air around him.

“Baby…” he pleaded. “Let me move, I gotta–ugh–fuck your tight pussy, you feel so good. Please, I need to fill you so deep, so fucking deep in your warm cunt.”

His begging sent heat straight to the pit in your stomach. You weren’t quite ready, but at this point you didn’t really care. You wanted to give him everything.

“Stevie, look at me.” You cupped his jaw urging him to open his eyes to you, they were completely glazed over. “Do it.”

He almost came right there and then. Steve roughly pulled his hips back then collided them with yours, again and again in frantic thrusts. No real rhythm, just pure desperation.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whined with each jab of his hips. “Such a good girl for me.”

It was rare Steve was this rough. The speed at which he drilled into you was excruciating. Your whole lower half felt like it was on fire, burning around him and under his palm where he pried open your legs. He propped himself up over you with one elbow next to your head. The other hand held up one of your thighs allowing him to fill you deeper with his thrusts.

He looked down at where your bodies met, mesmerised by the way you sucked him in like you wanted him to live inside you forever. He noticed the mixture of your juices gather around him, the wet noises coming from there too loud to ignore.

He started to slow down a little as he shifted his position. He knelt back, picked up your legs from under your knees and slung them over his shoulders. He leant back over you, pressing your thighs between the two of you, your knees either side of his head. He was slower now, more deliberate, grinding a bit as his hips met yours. He sunk deeper into you from the new angle.

“Fuck! Steve… you’re so deep,” your voice was barely there between your wet breaths. Your mouth was filled with saliva, Steve making you wet from every orifice.

“Christ, been wanting to get this deep in you since the ride home. Get your pussy so full of me and breed you, yeah–fuck.”

His tip nudged at that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. You clenched hard around him and Steve let out another desperate whimper right into your mouth.

"Should’ve pulled over and just fucked you by the side of the road,” he continued, his hips speeding up again. “Where everyone could see how fucking good you take it–oh shit–” His voice got lower with each word he spoke, something darker coating his throat as he got closer to his climax. “They’ll see when you walk around all round, carrying my baby, yeah, part of me inside you. Fuck, baby! I want it so bad.”

“St–“

“You take me so good–so fuckin’ deep–gonna breed your pretty cunt like you deserve, yeah? Get you pregnant. You want me to fill you up, get you–ah–so full of my fucking cum?”

You could hardly respond. The way he rambled desperately dirty things across your face as he fucked into you hard, it made you completely unable to form words. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling on his luscious locks trying to tell him you wanted it.

Wanted everything he was saying.

Wanted to feel him release his hot cum.

Wanted to feel his baby live inside you.

“C’mon baby,” he panted, “tell me. Let me hear how much you want it too, I know you do, know you’re fucking desperate for me to fuck a baby into you.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, air caught in your throat – he wouldn’t do it until you said the words, encouragement was always the thing that pushed him over the edge.

“St–ah–ummmf.” You were really trying.

It was Steve’s turn to give you that look you gave him earlier, the one like he felt sorry for you for how wrecked you were. As if it wasn’t all his fault.

You pulled harder on his hair with one hand, the other dug into the back of his neck, it hurt him, you knew it did, you didn’t care, neither did he.

With your tight grip, you pressed his face right against yours. Your sweaty foreheads colliding hard, his nose jabbing into your eye, his hot mouth against yours.

You finally spoke, “yes–ugh–I want it. C–um in me, breed me–ah Steve–just do it.”

His lips latched to your top lip as your mouth hung open, drooling over his chin as he gave you a few more thrusts hard and deep.

“Atta girl.”

His cock throbbed inside you and you were clenching so hard every time he hit that spot. It all made him feel so much bigger than normal, you were so damn full.

You felt his warmth pulse through you as Steve came.

“Take it, yeah just like that.” His pace never stopped as he worked his cum into you.

The feeling of him made your orgasm so close, you were fluttering around him, aching thighs shaking even as he held them pressed between you.

“Fuckin’ milk me baby, want you to take it all.”

You hiccuped pathetically, “yes!”

“Gonna be such a pretty mommy. Gonna get this belly so fucking full.”

Steve was clearly spent, breathing hard, face red and slick with sweat – but he didn’t let up.

“I got you baby.” He reached between your bodies to find your swollen clit with the roughness of his finger. You cried out in pleasure as he circled over it with speed.

“Steve… please–ah uugh.”

Steve felt the way to started fluttering around him again, it was almost enough to make him cum again. “Squeeze me so good baby, cum for me, wanna feel it – please.” There was a slight uptick in the pitch of Steve’s voice at the end of his words that pierced in your ear and ricocheted down to your core.

You grabbed another mean fist full of his hair as you came around him.

“That’s it–fuck–” he groaned, feeling your wetness mix with his.

The pressure felt almost too much, his cock stuffed inside you, his finger still working your throbbing clit, his chest hard on top of you, his mouth gaping over yours. Completely surrounded, invaded, by him.

He slowly came to a stop. Both of you still pulsing against each other wherever you connected. Your hard grip on his hair morphed into gentle scratches in his scalp. Steve's hands stroked your thighs as a dull ache started to spread through them.

You stayed like that for an unmeasurable amount of time just listening to each other's breathing return to normal. Well, as normal as it could be when he still felt so thick inside your cunt.

Steve’s lips finally closed together, pecking yours in the most chaste way, like he hadn’t just fucked your soul out your body. He gave you a bit of space, enough so that you could flop your limp legs to the mattress with a thud.

He slowly pulled out of you, the mixture of your releases spilling out with him. As if trying to patch a hole in the hull of a sinking ship, Steve’s hands immediately covered your leaking pussy. You gasped at the shock of it, you were so sensitive.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” Steve said almost clinically.

He gathered up the wetness around you and stuffed it into your hole with two of his thick fingers. Your back arched instantly off the mattress.

“Steve…too much.”

“You can take it baby, keep it all in that pretty pussy. Do it for me? You’re so good to me, such a good girl.” He dipped down to place a comforting kiss to your hip.

Steve was working almost scientifically between your legs in an attempt to keep as much of his cum inside you as he could. You were writhing beneath him. His fingers dipped in and out, collecting, stuffing. You were so sensitive, twitching at every movement.

Fresh arousal was building within Steve from the sights, the feel, the sounds, the smell, of in between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy, even prettier when it’s full of my cum.” You couldn’t quite tell if he was talking to you or to himself.

You screwed your eyes shut, listening to the wet sounds of Steve’s fingers dragging inside you and his heavy breaths. He then started moaning louder, more wet sounds joined the obscene symphony.

You just about managed to lift your head and look down the bed at Steve to see him jerking himself off with one hand, while the other worked on you. You gasped at the sight. He looked so engrossed in his own world, where all that mattered was keeping his cum inside you.

“Steve,” you drew his attention up to your face.

He whimpered as your eyes connected.

“Baby…” he sighed. “I’m gonna–shit–I’m gonna fucking cum again, you look to fucking good full of my cum.”

His hand on you had stilled, resting his wet fingers on the inside of your thigh. His other hand sped up as he fucked his fist, desperately close to another release.

You involuntarily spread your legs. Sitting up on your elbows, you spoke to him in a sweet and encouraging voice that was scratchy around the edges. “Give it to me Steve.”

Your breathing picked up again, the ache between your legs being replaced with a different kind as arousal flooded your body once again. You reached your hand between your legs and rubbed at your clit. You and Steve watched each other build up that glorious tension in your bodies again.

“Get my cum on your fingers, yeah, yeah, just like that, and fuck your fingers baby–fuck–you’re so sexy. Fuck my cum into your–ugh–needy pussy, get it all full.”

You did everything Steve said, your eyes fixed on how his body reacted to the sight of you. He started thrusting his hips into his hand.

“Oh Steve!” You gasped. “Your cum–ummm–feels so good inside me–ugh.”

“You want more?”

“Always, wanna feel you in there for days, fuck a baby into me–ah–please.”

Steve was already cumming over his hand when he pushed his fat tip into you. You carried on playing with your sensitive clit. You followed his lead and came over his pulsing head. Steve fucked into your tired hole with just his tip, knowing you were sensitive. What he couldn’t fit inside you, he continued to stroke with his hand as he spilled into you again. Your hand dropped to the mattress, your body completely limp.

With a final, firm push, Steve buried his entire thick length into you to force his cum in further. He held it there for a moment as you cried out a yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. A single tear spilled from your eye, rolling down your cheek to the pillow.

Steve pulled out and collapsed back towards the end of the bed, the opposite way from you.

“Holy shit,” you heard him mumble through the ringing in your ears. He sounded so far away.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Come up here.”

It took him a while to gain the energy, but Steve made his way up the bed to lay next to you. On his way, he gently reached behind you to unhook your bra, and pulled your crumpled skirt off your body. He placed a warm and wet kiss to your temple, tasting the sweat on your skin.

“I love you,” he whispered against it.

You melted into his warm words. “I love you too.”

He scooped you into his chest, your head resting on his patch of matted hair. Your legs entwined together. Steve rubbed comforting circles on your back as you did the same over his pecks.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly after a few minutes of silence.

You tilted your head up to look at him, he had a slightly worried look on his face, like he was scared he'd taken it too far.

“More than okay,” you smiled. “I’ve never felt better.”

A wide grin grew on his face. “Me too.”

“I mean, I’m sore and tired, and maybe a little hungry but–“

Steve kissed your forehead. “Hm hungry? That’s a good sign.”

You looked at him confused.

“You know, isn’t that like, a pregnant thing?”

“Steve,” you laughed. “It doesn’t work that quick.”

“I don’t know… the way we were doing it, I think it’s possible.” He shrugged. “And maybe I have like, super sperm that works really fast, you know.”

You scoffed at him in a laugh that turned into an embarrassing snort that Steve found oh so cute. “Of course you–” you poked his chest, “–would think you had the most powerful cum in the world.”

“Well, you seem to really like it.” He wiggled his brow at you.

“Yeah.” You lifted your hand up to cup his pretty cheek. “I do.”

AN: I’m also having so much fun getting into making little collages for fics! Tehe

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