And just the tip with Steve is like extra delicious bc he’s just so damn big
oh myffggod you are evil MDNI this entire blog is 18+
"Just the tip, baby, please, please."
It's a desperate plea in the form of a gasp, Steve's hands already skirting over your bare ass like he just can't contain himself.
It had been just a kiss— then just a little grinding, honest— then a plead of just let me touch you, baby, please, don't you want my fingers? c'mon, it'll feel good til he'd had you bent over his lap, cunt crying from how good he fingers it.
Fuck. Maybe you're stupid.
Maybe you always knew how this was going to end. You knew from the beginning you shouldn’t be messing around with Steve.
But either way, there's an ache between your legs that he started and goddamn, he needs to fix it.
You're nodding into the sheets, shaky but eager, "O-Okay, just- just the tip, yeah?"
There's an audible sigh of relief— then the rustle as Steve moves above you on the bed, no doubt freeing himself from his jeans. "Fuck, yes, god, you're so good to me— it's gonna be so good, I'm gonna treat you real nice, baby,"
If you hide your face away in your pillow, maybe you can hide from the shame of giving into him so easily. You cunt throbs—then twitches when he hands press against yours ass, spreading you open.
"Fuck," Steve groans, already halfway to a moan that could make a pornstar jealous.
"Steve," you whimper.
"Sh, sh, I got you, I got you," he says, sounding breathless already. "Oh, your hole's already crying for it, isn't she?"
Now your face does flame in embarrassment— or worse, it from the thrill that shoots down your spine. You feel your cunt flutter in response and hide your face away in a poor attempt to save face.
It doesn't matter. Steve's seen it, if his throaty, gaspy moan is anything to go by.
"I got you," he says again, whispery and revered.
"Just the tip," you remind him, voice small.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," he says agreeably—and then there's a nudge of heat at your entrance, his cock pressing in slightly, and god, fuck, he's so thick.
You keen into the mattress, back arching, hips lifting without thought. Oh god, oh god. The stretch.
Fingers clawing into the pillow, you struggle to catch a breath that isn’t a whine. “Just— Steve, you said just the tip,” You whine at him.
“Fuck, baby,” Steve sounds wrecked already, his hands planted on your hips, his cock barely sunken into your slick cunt.
“Fuck,” he whimpers again. “It is, it is, it’s— oh my god, your cunt is perfect, it’s— just the tip, baby, j-just like I promised.”
You strangle your moan into the pillow, cunt just aching at the delicious stretch. Steve curses above you, grip flexing tighter on your hips.
You already know that promise will be broken in a matter of minutes.
@miggsboson's Cattenheimer middle-child au character, Catteigh! They had a very fun design, so I thought I'd give them a draw. We stan lanky queens in this house
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