combining the power of @stevenose August writing challenge + this anon prompt to bring you this blurb!!! do not look too hard at the writing it was v quick okay thanks!!!!
August 3rd word: 'metal'
cw: shower sex, oral (R receiving), R has a vagina, R is implied fat/plussized, is referred to once as ‘girl’, multiple spanks, cum eating, Steve on his knees 🧎
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The rushing water through the pipes of the upstairs bathroom provide a solid wall of white noise, as does the shower head itself. There’s steam billowing up in misty drifts, pressing against and over the glass shower wall, surrounding you and Steve in a warm haze.
There’s the edge of the metal shower handle beginning to press into your left ass cheek, too, but Steve’s tongue is so far in your cunt you can’t think of much else.
He’s kneeling on the nonslip tile, one of your legs over the broad expanse of his freckled shoulders, big hands firm on either side of your hips.
There’s a convenient built-in shelving feature on the wall behind your back, allowing you to lean your weight into your hands while your hips roll mindlessly against Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s groaning. The echo of it fills the space just as much as the steam- interrupted every so often by his hand leaving your hip to stroke his cock- a wet, frantic sound before he’s back on and in you again.
Steve curls his tongue, stroking the textured wall of your pussy, making your knee seize and mold to his ear; his hand moves again, this time to smack sharply at your ass.
You interpret this correctly, chest heaving, tilting your pelvis and arching to rest just your upper back on the shower wall so Steve can get in deeper.
And he does- nose pressed tight to your aching clit, moaning and sending the vibrations spasming through to your core. Your pussy tightens in response, clenching around the thick muscle of his seeking tongue.
The shower head is aimed directly at your back, cascading down the length of you- there’s a fine layer of mist across Steve’s body, chestnut hair a shade or two darker from the runoff.
You were briefly worried about the possibility of his drowning, but based on the way his nails are digging into your hips, pulling you closer and attempting suffocation, you think he might die happy.
“Steve,” you sigh out, the word getting swallowed up by all the other noises- namely, the slick one of his fists around his cock, again. “Feels so good…”
You lean more of your weight into your left hand, still anchored by a knee over Steve’s shoulder, to sink the fingers of your right hand into the roots of his dampening locks. The angle of his mouth is perfect, and you aim to keep him there, stealing a glance down as you do-
Steve looks like an angel, of course. Tawny skin stretched bare, all for you, brows knit together in exultation and concentration, eyes closed and lashes sweeping at the inside of your thighs.
The crown of your head drops back to the wall when Steve starts fucking his tongue in and out of you, in quick, short movements, aided by your hand glued to his skull.
The whole time, he’s making this sick, needy, low-pitched groaning noise, one that has you gasping, stuttering out his name in warning-
“St-Steve, gonna- fuck, fuck, baby, like that-”
There’s another sharp smack to your ass before his hand comes to rest on your tummy, a loving stroke over it before his thumb dips down, works its way to your clit.
As if his nose wasn’t enough. This way, he can rub tight circles in tandem with his tonguefucking, and focus his mouth’s attention solely on your spasming cunt.
Another noise is ripped from your lungs, this time, louder than all the water and white noise- it’s pure pleasure, a high, keening thing that makes Steve lightheaded. If his mouth wasn’t so full, he’d be talking you through it and singing your praises.
He lets his hands speak for him. Increases the pressure on your clit, works over in fast little movements, and leaves half-moon nail marks in the plush fat of your ass as he drags you closer, as you cum on his tongue.
The orgasm pushes another long noise from your lungs, a mix of moan and whine, breathy and sweet- it ends in a sharp gasp, and Steve’s pulling his head from between your thighs, ever attentive.
“S’too much?” His speech is slurred, partially from pussy-drunkenness and partially from the mouthful of your slick and cum he’s storing.
“No, no, so good, baby, just the metal- thing.” You gesture vaguely behind yourself, weak from coming, but Steve’s already rising to his feet.
He swallows, swipes the back of his hand blissfully across his mouth before going in for a kiss. “Sorry, honey, should’a had you in a different spot, just couldn’t wait.”
“I don’t mind.”
Steve’s smile curls at the side of your neck as he snuggles in, humming pleased when your arms encircle his shoulders. “That’s my girl. Let’s shower off and get you warmed up- want your knees comfy on that mattress for when you sit on my face 'fore bedtime."
Ross: “I’m impressed, yeah. Of course, I was a bit of a track star back in the day. Played some ball, too. I know. I know. I know. You’re thinking if you’d just turned left instead of right, you could have gotten away from me. But you did go left, and you turned right. And you kept running and didn’t turn at all. But here, in the garden of forking paths, you didn’t make any one choice. You made every choice. And they all led back to me.”
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