SUMMARY: Inspired by my deep belief that Steve talks you through it.
STEVE HARRINGTON X MUNSON READER SERIES: Feel free to start reading from whichever chapter you want! (Literally 0 background is needed here)
MDNI TW: Smut, oral sx, pnv, bodily fluids, overstim., angst, dirtytalk, praise, cream, spit!kink, breeding!kink, bratty!Steve, empathetic!Steve, bigdick!Steve, switch!Steve, wounded!Steve, whimpering!Steve.
The bubbles surrounding you had completely dissolved. You had been sitting in the bath for at least 20 minutes working on your hair. There was still a stubborn little knot at the base of your neck. It was so quiet in the house that you could hear the mattress springs move under Steve's weight in the other room.
He had been waiting patiently for you to finish up. If patient counts as snooping through drawers and looking through sketch books, eventually getting bored and laying down. He admired your little doodles of forest creatures. Drawings of hands and line-work sketches. He dug through your underwear drawer too- putting his favorites in order in his head.
The cool air hit your steaming skin as you arose. Water and goosebumps rolled over you. You pulled the drain up, opened the bathroom cabinet, and wrapped a towel around yourself.
You slowly turned the doorknob and heard Steve stumble to his feet.
"I'll get out so you can change!"
"No." You turned and grabbed your comb from the bathroom counter. "Can you help me first?"
His big doe eyes were full of empathy under furrowed brows. "Yeah, what is it?"
"I can't get this knot out of my hair, can you try?"
You held the towel up with one hand and walked to the opposite side of the bed. You sat down, back facing Steve. You parted your hair to show him.
He kneeled on the bed behind you and took the comb out of your hand. "Tell me if i'm pulling too hard." His voice was careful.
He could hear the smile on your face as you replied quietly. "Kay."
He put the comb to the problem area and started separating the little knot. Working gently.
"Don't be scared, I can take it." Your smile still evident in your quiet voice.
"Mhm. Let me-" He put the comb down and started fixing it with his fingers.
"You'd be such a good girl dad." You giggled.
He smiled. Baffled that you said anything. And something that hit so deep at that. Even though you couldn't see his face, it was like you saw him better than anyone else. His heart started pounding. "I would love to have a little girl."
He finally undid the last tangled hair with his fingers. Then; he moved a little closer, put his knees around your body, and pulled you into a tight hug from behind. His strong biceps wrapped around you like a blanket. You put your hands over his arms and closed your eyes.
It didn't matter where you were or who you were. Not while wrapped up in him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered your name. He nuzzled closer into you and placed a gentle kiss against your hair.
You turned to face him. "Steve..." Your lips crashed against his.
You released the hand that held up your towel and gripped his perfect hair.
"Mh." He struggled to speak into your lips as he fell back against the pillow. "I don't know what it is about you." He pulled you overtop of him and threw the towel to the floor.
His firm hands started moving, fingers tickling the back of your neck. He stroked your hair down your back. Your mouth found his repeatedly. Moving your heads from side to side. The room was filled with the sounds of soft rain from the open window and spit clicking against skin.
His hands continued trailing down you. From the ends of your hair to every divot in your spine. Gracing the arch of your body, placing his palm down whilst finding your hips. Your skin was soft and damp.
You started pulling away from his lips. Leaving butterfly kisses with your eyelashes while lowering your face to his neck. Your right hand was placed on his chest, which quickly traveled to his sweatpants. Tugging them down to reveal a happy trail. His bulge was hard against your thigh. Big and firm. You whispered into his neck. "Let's get these off."
His need to appease you hit him like a brick. "Ok-ok." He tugged them down, leaning up a little bit to slide them off of his feet.
You could feel your heart pulse inside you, wetting your clit. You set your folds against his big stiff dick. No on, just against while fully straddling his body.
You tugged on his shirt too. "And let's make this fair."
Steve lifted his shirt from his shoulders as quickly as possible. Revealing the gashes covering his torso. He discarded his clothes to the floor.
Your fingers skimmed the skin raised on his sides. You brought your body away from his and backed down. Your lips landed against his scars, scattering delicate kisses all over him. Your warm mouth trailed away, landing on his throbbing tip. It was firm against your lips. Soft kisses turned into kitten licks.
Steve threw his head back and moaned into the humid air. Everything was dim. He tried to focus on your face as you put the tip in your mouth. Sucking a little harder with each motion. He twitched a little, unsuccessfully fighting off a groan.
You pulled away from his dick and watched pathetic little dribbles of pre-cum. You licked it off. The salty aftertaste settled on your tongue. You crawled up the bed and came face to face.
His hands dug into your waist, pulling your belly flesh against him. Your hunger for him was making you salivate. Your lips lingered over his as you gathered it up in your mouth. You leaned down, mere inches from his mouth and spit into his teeth.
His doe eyes softened as he let out a little noise- causing the heat in your belly rise.
You lowered yourself, reaching a hand down to line him up. His head slid easily into your slick entrance.
You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted up. Slow and easy.
"Mh, Just the tip, o-ok?" He struggled to keep his voice quiet. His hands continued digging into your sides
"I can handle it." You reassured him. You slid a little further down. You moaned into his neck, louder than expected.
He raised a hand to your tit. Cupping the side while rubbing gentle circles across your nipple with his thumb.
"Oh, fuck..." You didn't know what urge was stronger; to berate desperate moans out of him, or give out on your knees and let him manhandle you.
He regained focus for a split second. "You okay?"
"Yeah, y-you're just so big. I-" Your face scrunched a little. Fighting to stay focused on his expressions.
He stopped mid-pump. "Hey- You can do it babygirl. I know you can take it, ok?"
You took a deep breath. "Mhm-Ok, will you h-help me."
"Of course I will. Hey-" His voice was like velvet. "Have you done this before?" His hand stopped caressing your nipple. The other hand loosened a little on your side. His eyes were lost in yours.
You nodded, trying to talk through the pressure in your gut. "Uh- yeah. Two times. M-my ex, he uh, uhm-"
"He wasn't very helpful, huh?" Steve's eyebrows did that funny little thing they did when he was deeply concerned.
He looked back and forth between your lips and eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"
You raised your voice. "No." You lowered it again and seductively whispered against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me. Just need some help. I-"
He bobbed his head up and down, silently agreeing, empathy still lining his eyes. His lips sprung to yours. Planting a deep kiss over your mouth. Your bodies were glued together. Sweat slid down his forehead from the summer heat.
He plucked his lips away and started whispering. "I'm gonna push a little more, ready?"
You nodded in agreement. Squeezing your eyes closed, knees locking under you.
His grip on you tightened as he brought your body down harder against him with a long and slow thrust.
Your loud whines filled the room as he slid deeper. Your pussy swallowed him up.
His finger slid down your ass, resting beside your vagina- All to make sure he wasn't hurting you as he found a rhythm. His finger felt your cum coating him, dripping down his balls.
He took a few slow and steady pumps in and out. He let you squirm overtop of him, feeling every ridge grazing your walls. His big arms steadied your shaking body. You whimpered against his wet skin as the pressure began to grow and release.
"You ready for me to go a little harder, babygirl?" He scattered soft kisses across your cheeks and nose.
He pumped faster. In and out, finding a pace. Your pussy sucked him a little deeper each time. Your lips quivered. You couldn't tell if it was the nerves, the nicotine withdrawal, or the deep thrusts into your belly, but your body shook in little tremors.
Steve took quick notice of your shaking. He was doing everything he could to savor this moment. He kissed you hard, mashing your lips together.
As he pulled himself out of you he pulled away from the kisses. You took a deep breath as he exited. He continued guiding you through his every move. "I'm gonna flip you, ok?"
Before you could even respond He rolled you underneath him. You were cradled in his arms. Even his bed head looked perfect. You were lost in him. Admiring each line painting his face, absolutely starstruck that this fantasy was playing out.
He hovered over you, his wet tip easily slid back inside. He started grinding deep and slow. You couldn't hold back each helpless moan.
He lowered his chest to yours, close enough to feel a heartbeat. "You're doin' so good." He kissed the edge of your mouth in between words. "So wet. All for me."
Chills consumed you in waves the deeper he sank. You struggled to speak. "Ah-I feel you. In my tummy."
He brought a hand through the valley between your shoulder blades and settled at the base of your neck. Making sure your bodies didn't separate too far. He continued slowly grinding, struggling to speak through low grunts. "I'm in your tummy baby. Mh-i'm gonna go deeper." He squeezed your neck slightly, causing your chin to raise. "Shh, relax. I promised to take care of you."
Your breaths continuously caught in your throat, releasing only tiny pathetic noises. You struggled to swallow. Your feet fought to lift into the air. You interlocked them behind his back, squeezing him tight with your legs. "Ah-Are you gonna cum?"
His jaw hit the pillow. He whimpered next to your ear. "Soon." He raised up a little. His dripping cock soaked deeper with each push. The wet sounds were louder by the second.
Your jaw dropped as you relaxed, letting an orgasm overcome you. You struggled to bring words together. "Cu-"
He rolled his hips harder, taunting you as words sat on the tip of your tongue. "What is it, sweet girl?" He smirked into your cheek.
"Cum in me." You confessed.
He lifted his head in disbelief, still grinding steadily into you. "Is that what you want?"
"Mhm." You bit your lip, holding back another noise.
He lifted himself and gripped the soft skin under your thigh. He pushed it into the bed beside your head. A tickling chill consumed you.
His dick running in and out of you had you overheating. You were sopping from head to toe, hair still wet from the bath.
He was dripping too, covered in your cum. Sweating from such a workout. Moaning into the muggy air from the rush of the moment.
His balls smacked against your cunt. He sat up more. One hand pressing your leg into the mattress, the other moved towards your clit. He drew lazy circles with his thumb.
Your sounds guided him towards your sweet spot. An orgasm overstimulated you. You bit your lip, attempting to hide this one. It was slightly embarrassing that he could provoke you so easily.
His breath caught. He whimpered while sinking as deep as he could. Overcome with existential bliss. Reality was hitting him. You were his first wet dream, the person he daydreamed about when he missed... not important. Not anymore. You were his new muse. And now, the first person he couldn't resist going this deep on. Your body sucked him up to the base. "M' gonna cum, babygirl-"
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your vision was overcome with stars. Exactly the state he wanted to leave you in.
His palm stamped flat against your damp belly. He moaned your name under his breath. His eyes glazed over
You felt every ounce of him pouring into you. The tip of his cock poked your stomach. You couldn't contain it now, groaning out in equal parts pain & pleasure.
He very slowly pulled out. He threw his head back and let out a breath of relief. The hand placed on your thigh slid down your body. He dipped his thumb over your soaked pussy, confirming to himself that you were satisfied.
Your wrist laid atop your forearm, both hands resting above your head. You were left hot and heaving.
He watched as your chest rose and fell in front of him. "Did so good for me." He tried to catch his breath. "Ya' ok?"
You couldn't get out a clear word, just a little whined response. "Yea."
He stretched his arms then gently placed your legs down beside him. He crawled up the bed and collapsed beside you. The only thing he fantasized about more than your satisfaction, was your skin. How he'd always imagined your ass soft and squishy pressed against his crotch. He was finally getting exactly what he wanted.
He leaned over and nuzzled his nose against yours. "We need to get you all cleaned up, pretty girl."
You smiled. Feeling like a kid, looking up at the one person you'd do anything for. "Again?" Your big eyes focused on his expression.
He was looking at your glossy lips with a hand entangled in your wavy hair. "Yes again, we made a mess."
He pressed delicate kisses against your top lip, you both struggled for a little air.
You moved your arms, now cradling his head in your hands- recentering his attention. Once his eyes caught your gaze, you spoke. Saying the most reckless string of words in such a fragile manner.
He smiled, jaw slightly squished in your grip.
