in which.. robins jokes aren’t far from the truth. or steve has a size kink. or praise kink. or both.
warnings: pinv, unprotected sex, (basically) end of the world sex, size kink, praise kink, creampie mention, semi public sex, big dick!steve(canon), rough!steve if you squint,
robin thought she was joking when she spoke.
steve couldn’t believe the things robin thought she was joking about.
you knew she wasn’t joking.
you had gathered from murray’s reaction to your response that he had thought you were just adding onto the joke. by the looks of everybody else in the room, they did too.
it was a relief, to say the least, that nobody thought anything of the crude humor that was floating throughout the conversation.
it was an even bigger relief when you and steve were put on watch duty within the radio station.
nancy’s words kept replaying in your head. “stay here and keep a lookout for anyone who might be in on our plan.”
two simple tasks for two fully capable adults to be able to carry out, yet only the ‘stay here’ part was being completed.
steve had pulled you into the stations booth as soon as everybody else had left to their own respective tasks. once everybody was gone saving the world, steve had his right in the palm of his hand.
he had you bent over the counter within just a few seconds, both your jeans and his pooled at your ankles just mere moments later.
his thrusts had been slow at first. slow and deep the way they usually were when he fucked you. realistically, he knew that you’d be able to take him no matter how he was moving. he just preferred to do it slow. so you could consistently tell him how big he was he could constantly make sure you were doing okay.
today was not one of those days.
today he was going rough and deep, all while still making sure you felt how big he was. to feel how small you were compared to him. he grunts quietly against your neck as he continues his movements deep inside you, holding tightly onto your hand as he does.
you can’t help but let your forehead fall against the window of the studio booth, legs occasionally buckling beneath you as steve had his way. your whines and moans echoed in the small chamber, bringing a smirk to your boyfriends face.
“that feel good?” he mumbles, gripping onto your chin when all you could do was nod. “i asked you something, princess.” he adds, biting down onto your earlobe.
“so good! so good steve feels… feels so fuckin good. love the way your cock fills me. so big a-and all for me. want you to fill me up with your cum” you whine, biting down onto your bottom lip as he moves faster with your words. he can’t help but smirk at your reply, debating on whether or not he should comply with your request.
steve knows you can’t see the way he shrugs when considering his options, but he does it anyway.
you think he’s going to give in when his motions falter just slightly, but instead you’re met with a compromise
“alright, hon, i’ll fill you up nice and good, mkay? you just gotta keep tellin me how big and good i am”
god, if you made it out of the whole mess alive, you were going to kill robin for joking about it to begin with.
a/n: the backwards hat changed the trajectory of my life.
