ty for ur req anon! cw smut mdni (p in v, unprotected closet sex, praise, good girl, breeding ?) ♡ bodyguard!steve x fem!reader [2k]
"Relax," Steve pleads.
You take another shallow breath and look at him through your lashes, trying not to show how fucking tightly wound you are even though he clearly knows.
"I'm okay," you say.
Steve's hand traces a maddening path, knuckles dragging up the valley of your chest to your neck, fingers stretching out as he cups your throat very, very gently, thumb along the right side of your jaw and index finger the left.
Any other time you'd be putty in his hands. His touches, his hand against your windpipe, it would've sent you into a tizzy.
Too bad you're already in a tizzy. Steve's hand, his other, dominant hand, pushes against the fabric of your dark tights, fingers stuffed snugly into your tight cunt. Your breath hitches as he spreads them wide, a familiar and numbing feeling.
Your grasp on his muscled bicep slackens as he curves them inward, two thick fingers prodding at your swollen soft spot again and again. You tighten around him and he groans right there into your neck, hair damp with sweat as it tickles your face.
"Fuck. You alright?"
"Faster," you whisper.
"Whatever you want, pretty girl."
You keen as his rhythm recalibrates and the pad of his thumb pushes into your clit, practiced circles drawn into the sensitive skin over and over and over. Each full turn has you limp. Steve has to abandon your neck entirely to keep you upright, holding your back away from the shelves behind you.
"Easy," he says, mouth hot and open as he searches for that little slice of skin under your ear that's gonna make you cry. He kisses you in time with his thrusts, lips a gentle brush compared to the thud-thud-thud of his index and pinky finger slapping into your sticky cunt. "Easy, baby."
The sound of his voice is a tether if nothing else, a reminder to calm down and keep quiet. You nibble your lip raw as the tightness in your core coils. Like he can tell —like he knows from the feel of you on his fingers alone — his thrusting slows. Turns gentle. He presses his hand flat to your skin whilst the other pulls you in, pushing you down onto his stilled fingers enough to make you whimper.
He pauses his hickeying to check your face.
Held tight to his chest like this in the near-dark with only your upturned phone to light his face, he has the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. His lips are pink with blood bitten to the surface and slick with spit, so so soft that you can't help but lean down.
He pulls his wet hand from your cunt and presses it to your hip, holding you steady as he lifts his chin for a kiss. He's receptive — it's like you're in sync. You wade and he ebbs, breath hot and mismatched and ragged.
"You're okay," he says. A firm sterness. "Tell me."
He doesn't mean, Tell me you're okay. He means, Tell me how you feel. Tell me if this is too much for you.
Tell me if it's not enough.
You rub your thighs together as you pull down your tights, nylon at your knees as you guide Steve's hand back to your cunt.
"Please, Stevie," you say under your breath, chest heaving so hard it kisses his black polo. "Need you."
Your breathlessness has Steve's pupils turned to dimes.
He pulls you back toward him and kisses your neck ardently, forcing your head up and back so you can't see his wandering hands. One eases under the material of your shirt to spread wide across your lower back, hot as the heart of a star, and the other falls to his zipper. Your heart pounds with how much you want him, and it skips with every sound. The metallic shuddering of a zipper being pulled down, the light plink of his elastic waistband.
His teeth scrape your skin as he encourages your panties down to join your tights, the fabric ruined by his ministrations already. He gives your neck two quick kisses like apologies and then pulls away, his face shining with perspiration.
He spits into his hand. "Sorry," he says, eyes travelling down. You follow.
"S'hardly-" You gasp at his fingers against your slit, gaze thrown to the ceiling on impulse. "Hardly the worst thing I've seen you do, Stevie. Can you-" You hiss at the sudden return of his fingers, not hurt in any capacity but definitely not expecting it as he works you open. "Oh my god."
"Can I what, sweetheart?" he asks.
You pant. There's no other word for it, your lips part into a small 'o' and you struggle to catch your breath as he fills you up to the last knuckle.
It's a necessary step. Steve's shoulders aren't the only wide thing about him.
"Princess."
You come back into yourself. "Fuck," you say, desperate in the worst way when you see the way he's pumping his cock. Erratic, no rhyme or reason, mushroom tip leaking pearly precum. He slides his fingers up the shaft and pinches it between his fingers.
It ribbons as they come apart, as he strokes down his length and squeezes the heavy sack hidden at the base by a thicket of dark curls.
Impatient, you think. But no, not impatient.
Waiting for you.
"Fuck me," you say weakly. "Please."
"Come here."
Come here. How much closer can you get? Steve leans back and his arm wraps around your back as he pulls you up, forcing you on tiptoes. There's a mess of slick and fabrics between you, the two of you uncoordinated in your hurry, and he yanks your skirt out of the way so hard you hear the stitching stretch.
"There you go," he murmurs, hand guiding the tip of his cock to your hole, a sobbing wetness creeping down the inside of your thigh. He wipes it like he can read your mind, and then your clinging to him as you sink down. "Fuck, there you are. Good girl." His eyes shutter closed. His breath trembles. "Good fucking girl."
Your turn for kisses. You wrap you arms around his neck likely too tightly, a hand scraping back his pretty silky hair so you have a clear view of the side of his throat. You kiss him much nicer than he'd kissed you, attemps to hickey him all dismantled as he rocks you down onto his cock.
"Baby," he says, he praises, hand grabbing at your thigh to hold it up against his hip. You groan as he pulls out enough to fuck back in, doubly when he ruts his hips up and fills you completely.
An ache spreads all the way to your hips. Steve gives pause, kisses the side of your face, whatever skin he can reach as you hiccup into his neck. "Ah- Ah- Steve."
Wiry curls rub against your clit as he starts to move, slow, tentative movements.
"Harder," you mouth against his neck. "It's okay. I'm not gonna break." You're surprised he can hear you.
"I'm not trying to break you." His attempt at whispering is lackluster, voice heady with lust. "M'trying to make you feel good."
"I feel good," you reassure. You're all beggy and you know Steve can't withstand it, not while he's fucking into your heat like he is, not with your mix of slick on his hands.
His pace hastens after that. His arms grow tight around you as his cock kisses your sweet spot, pleasure heightened by the chesty sound of his breathing in your ear. You can't do much beside hang onto him, lips closing urgently over his skin until it burns with bruises. You're wet enough that every thrust is easy and loud, the closet you've found yourself in a vestibule of sex. You moan into his skin pleadingly, no clue what you're asking for as he fucks you dizzy.
Steve can't keep quiet either. His high approaches, his breathing wavers, his rugged panting suddenly coloured with a deep groan. You shiver at the sound, amazed at how close his moans sound to his laugh.
"Fuck-" he says, pained. "Fuck, baby- shit- so fucking wet." Too far gone to tease or mock you, Steve's fallen straight to praise. "Always so wet, pretty thing. Pretty cunt fucking sobbing on me."
It's like he's telling you a secret, the way he confesses.
His pace loosens. Sporadic, your hip aches as he pulls your leg higher and fucks into whatever new depth he can find.
You card your hand into his hair and tug gently.
His breathing hitches and you tug again, startled but not quite surprised as he whines. "Shit, shit, where can I-"
"Inside," you say immediately, "it's okay."
He groans as he cums, each sound loud and intoxicating, cock sliding up into your gummy walls until he's spent and panting into your hair, arms clinging to you as you'd been to him. He stays inside and you try not to move, knowing he's too sensitive.
"Steve," you whisper eventually, "leg's hurting."
He helps you get your foot on the floor, wincing at the shift but quickly recovering. His eyes light up and he smiles sweet as anything, chest rising like he's just run a mile.
"Baby," he says, always like it's more a praise than a pet name. His hands rub up your back soothingly. "Got you all twisted up, huh? I'm sorry," and he means it, kissing your jawline gently. "Sorry," he repeats, lips skipping over you skin. "How about you turn around for me, okay? No more gymnastics. Take care of my girl."
You nod speechlessly and Steve turns you around, the heat and wet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh.
"Hold your skirt up for me, okay?" He chuckles, a laugh all to himself. "There you go. Thank you."
Steve pushes in and drags your hips up against his own, hand wrapping around your lap to rub over the bump of your cunt. Mess is everywhere and his fingers fight for purchase, three hot fingertips to your clit.
"Make some more mess," he murmurs, shifting his hips slow in time with his circles as he warms up again. You mewl as the speed increases and he gets a little deeper, circles timed with his thrusts, bringing your hand to his yo make him go faster. You're pleased to tears when he understands and fucks in as deep as he can. Tight tight circles and quick thrusts.
You bounce against his hips and it doesn't take much for you to cum, your breath hiked and panicked as the coil snaps. Steve murmurs encouragements, fucks you just that little bit longer to keep it going. You moan his name without thinking, a teary-eyed gasp that has him covering your mouth.
"Shhh, baby... Fuck. Best feeling in the world," Steve says quietly into your ear, almost indecipherable over the sound of you fighting for air. His hands squeeze and relax in time with your tightening cunt. Air hisses from between his teeth and tickles your neck.
He waits for you to catch your breath before he pulls out, the both of you sticky and sweaty and aching. He guides you into his side and gives his softening cock a few sadistic tugs.
You reach across yourself to tuck him back into his pants. He pulls your panties and tights up in turn. You stare at each other, and then you burst into contagious giggles.
"Think it's obvious?" Steve asks, fingers braceleting your wrists so he can wipe your wet palms down the front of his shirt before he zips up his jacket.
It's definitely obvious. You both look like sex, and now you're done the sounds from outside seem quieter than before.
You shift from foot to foot, thighs sliding against each other.
"I'm slimy," you complain good-naturedly. It would take a freight train of problems to dampen your happiness.
He brings your damp hands to his mouth and kisses your curled fingers.
"Sorry," he says to each one. "It's my fault. Couldn't wait."
Your legs tremble, your knees are weak. You feel languid and glowing as you hide your face into his neck, completely in love with how swiftly his lean arms needle over your shoulders. One hand behind your head, one between your shoulders. Protective.
Far too often is the bodyguard troupe given to Bucky which is so fun and so valid! But I need… NEED… sweet, protective Steve.
Hi, nonnie!!!
I love the enthusiasm!! Bodyguard!Steve has been staying in my mind since I conjured him up!! I feel like I need him, too. I love bodyguard Bucky, but yes, Steve just offers something different,
Steve is gonna be so protective and soft in the best way! All in good time, his story will come, just not immediately. Check out some other Steeb stuff I’ve got going on here, though, in the meantime, because I have no idea when bodyguard Steve will finally be posted. He’s a sweetie no matter what, just the circumstances are different.
But imagine you’ve just recently got your first apartment right, and its the first time you’re fully alone so its liberating, yet terrifying all at once. Maybe the place you moved into isn’t all that great either, so theres concern about being hurt in one way or another. So, you’re in the market for a guard dog!
In comes Stevieeeeee~ Maybe he was suggested when you were looking around, or you happen to come across him, but somehow you end up meeting! He’s so sweet to you, and already low key protective the second you show an interest in him, so he’s perfect!
I dunno, hybrid bodyguard hits two AUs in my mind in the best of ways, and I think it could be fun to try it with Steve XD
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS 🫶🫶🫶 Steve would be such a good guard dog!!! He hears you mumbling something about protection to the receptionist, sounding rather embarrassed as you do, and she considers for a second before her face lights up and she ushers you over to Steve’s space. She unlocks the door and welcomes him out with a soft pat to the head, which he leans into with a grateful smile. He checks you out, nose brushing your thigh as he sniffs around your side, then burrowing into your wrist when you hold out a hand in greeting. He lets you stroke his soft furry ears (I’m thinking German shepherd!!!!) and leans his cheek against your leg, soaking in your sweet touches. But you soon ask to take him out for the day, see if you get along with him by taking him to a little cafe for a snack or the park for a run. When your request is granted he stands from where he’d been huddled by your feet, placing himself between you and the row of hybrids on your left while the attendant walks on your right. They’re not dangerous, you know that, but there’s something endearing about the way Steve already blocks you from people you don’t know, and stands tall beside you. You’re absolutely enamored with him, he’s all smiles and tail wags at the cafe and he thanks you profusely for the cookie you buy him, his arms winding tight around your waist when you tell him it’s okay for him to hug you (he’d been staring at you adoringly and fiddling with his hands so you had to take the first step because he didn’t want to push your boundaries :’) )
It’s when you’re on your way back to the shelter near sundown that someone decides you’re due for an ass-slap, and no sooner does the sound echo across the buildings around you than Steve is on the attack, lunging in front of you as you spin to face the man. You grab Steve’s (massive) hand before he can bite the guy, pulling him back towards you so as not to cause a scene, but the guy is effectively scared by the deep, throat-ripping growl that has Steve’s ears flat on his head. You manage to slip your arms around his waist and rub gently at his tummy from over his shirt, your face against his back as you croon at him that you’re okay, and that he did a fantastic job protecting you, but that he doesn’t need to bite anyone, not this time. He doesn’t fully relax until the man is out of sight, but he turns in your grasp and hugs you twice as tight.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes, face tucked against your own, “I didn’t- I didn’t see him until it was too late, I’m so sorry. I- I know you need someone to protect you and- and that I don’t look good for the job right now but I swear I’ll do better, I’ll be more alert and- and I’ll stay behind you, I promise-”
And you cut him off with a hand to his cheek, a soft smile on your face as you bump your nose to his, “Steve, it’s okay. You’re plenty fit for the job, just because bad things happen doesn’t mean that you’re not good at what you do. I’m alright, I wasn’t injured, it wasn’t pleasant but everything is okay. You’re perfect for me,” you croon, “Would you like to come home with me?”
oh this was supposed to be just be rambling out a thought and then it ended up as a blurb/thought hybrid....enjoy.
bodyguard!steve x rockstar!eddie
i'm watching the bodyguard and now i'm having rockstar!eddie thoughts and bodyguard!steve...and i know it's been done a thousand times. but steve being hard on himself because of previous assignment that didn't go well even though he wasn't there and swearing to himself that it's not going to happen to eddie..steve's got a reputation to uphold. steve has a fucking CHIP on his shoulder and eddie's well, eddie.
he sees how much steve is running himself into the ground to protect eddie and like, dude, the worst we're going to get a trampled by platforms...but it matters because eddie starts getting concerning letters in the mail and steve's for damn sure not finna let anything slip on his watch.....the crowds get rowdy and steve loses his mind nearly every night watching as the crowds push and push the stage until one night someone manages to rush the stage and steve's bolting before he can think.
more and more people try rushing the stage--a few are successful. Steve's literally shielding eddie's body off the stage and then he goes back to help Jeff and Gareth off and Eddie's trying to hide how badly he's shaking. the crowd settles the band's debating if they should go back out there. Steve's of course against it and in the end Eddie's vote is left to decide and he's shaking. so bad.
"you don't have to do anything you don't want," steve says. he knows it's his job to protect eddie. but it's also eddie's job to entertain people, to put on the show.
"i-i don't know," eddie says voice cracking on the confession. "i don't want them to get rowdier. but i can't--those letters." the letters got graphics--only three of them in total before they started putting safe guards in place to have someone read through the mail before getting it to the band. steve knows there's more but eddie doesn't and that's what matters.
"i'm here. i'm always going to be here, man. whatever you want," steve whispers. and it's just meant to comfort eddie. to let him know that steve's not going to be mad with the choice. management wants to shut the show down, save out from anything worse happening.
in the end, corroded coffin only performs half of their set in total but they end it. another wave of rowdiness is what does this show in. one person rushes the stage and steve's sprinting for a second time in the same night to get eddie off stage. steve doesn't go back out for other people instead he stays with eddie. he stays the night in eddie's room. he plans on sitting in the chair, a cup of awful coffee keeping him company. but eddie after his shower ends up staying up with steve. they chat shit the entire night.
by the crack of dawn, both of them are exhausted but it's fine. they have a flight that's going to give them some sleep but eddie can't help the flutter in his chest when steve gives eddie a quick hand squeeze. they'd joked that eddie's band wasn't steve's taste but before steve slips into the shower before they head down to the lobby, steve squeezes eddie's hand. "i must say going back out to try and perform a second time is pretty metal even if you're upset with yourself and i guess you could also say the songs have grown on me so i do look forward to seeing you all perform each night."
eddie knows as he listens to the rush of the shower that he shouldn't be sitting on the edge of the bed kicking his feet and he knows it means he's fucked but GOOD GOD DAMN steve's proud of him.
meanwhile the creepy fan letters are still being tracked down and it winds up coming forward that two letters were sent as pranks by some teens. but the other letters--the ones that got really SPECIFIC and graphic--is coming from the same person. the person makes some mistakes early on, licking the stamp himself and it gives just enough to track him down.
steve's relieved the person's caught and tells eddie they got the guy. eddie falls into his chest, relieved and exhausted. since the rushed stage incident eddie's been asking steve to spend the night. it's fine by steve. he enjoys the conversation. he finds himself growing fond of them really. but there's a moment after the show where steve's so used to eddie giving him the look--a glance, eyes widen, almost pleading-- that steve has to brace for that look not coming his way. but eddie still looks over as they're falling into the van, eyes widen, almost pleading and steve nods. he nods so fast and so hard he's sure his own hair is going to fall out. but this time they're heading to the airport and as they get coralled into the airport and onto the plane. eddie reaches out for steve's hand and leads him to the very back of the private jet.
steve falls into the seat next to eddie on the outside near the aisle. eddie keeps his hands in steve's and steve knows he should be more aware and mindful of the action, how it could be perceived, but he only cares to take in the way the calluses brush over his palm. steve knows his hands aren't all the soft either, years of fights and training have toughened and scared his hands.
"i like you," eddie says. "i know it's like a conflict of interest and shit. but i really fucking like you and i don't want things to get weird or to end. i know protecting me is a job, but you can't tell me over the last five months it hasn't meant more to you."
steve's aghast. when had eddie known? what was the moment that gave steve away? but steve's no good with words sometimes. they can bubble over or he says things when it doesn't mean them the way they came out so he just leans in, free hand taking eddie's cheek and his lips press into eddie's. there's no confusion with an action, steve thinks.
"i like you too. but it's--i can't do my job with feelings in the way," steve whispers. "i won't have my head on straight if we develop this more and i want to. i want more, but..."
"i can't lose you, steve." eddie's already lost too much. he's never had much to begin with if he's honest and he's lost out on his youth. he feels young and free with steve. "please don't go."
"but i can't stay, eds. not now. not with my feelings."
eddie squeezes steve's hand, pulling him for another kiss. "i'll do whatever is necessary. i'll hire someone else. i'll make you a head consultant, but i need you to stay."
steve can't say no to eddie. it's impossible. "i'll stay until the end of this leg." they've got five more weeks in north america for they get three weeks off and then do a four and half long stint the UK and EU. "it's just...maybe we beef up the entire security team. i think that'll make me feel better."
eddie grins against his lips. "you're already a natural in the consultant role."
"i take your safety very seriously."
"please tell me you take something else seriously too." it's too easy to flirt.
steve laughs, cupping eddie's chin. there's just a prickle of stubble on his face that steve enjoys feeling when they kiss. "only you, eds. only you. but trust me when i say i take everything about you seriously."
it's clear in the tabloids and by the snaps that eddie and steve have grown closer. but they are clearly happy. by the end of the north american leg, steve does like he says, he officially hands in his resignation for personal bodyguard and management hands him official documents for consultant until steve can get on his feet for something else. the new security team has been vetted and tried by steve harrington thoroughly but by the time the UK/EU leg starts up it gives steve a sense of peace that the band is in the second best set of hands. the first being his hands of course.
but his hands are full of eddie's hands and there's nothing better to be occupied by.
summary: you’re the daughter of a powerful mafia boss and you’re set in your stubborn ways, but your new bodyguard has other plans for you.
pairing: Bodyguard!Steve x Stark!reader
warnings: size kink, brief peter parker x reader (peter is at least 21), brief reader x third party, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), steve being rough, stomach bulge (yes please), slight degradation, brat taming, brief mention of gun violence (nothing described in detail), jealous steve
word count: 5.8k (I’m so sorry)
18+ only, minors DNI
masterlist ✩ kinktober 2021
“You’re fired,” you slammed the door in the man’s face, turning on your heel to return back to your show. The last thing you needed was someone following you around like a little puppy dog. Hearing the knock at the door again, you rolled your eyes and slumped back into your seat, pressing play.
“Miss Stark, open the door,” the voice came from the other side. It wasn’t the first time he had dealt with brats in his line of work, but it was the first time someone had slammed the door directly in his face before he could even get a word out. Huffing out a deep breath, you turned towards the entrance, not even bothering to pause your show. “What part of ‘you’re fired’ did you not understand? Here, maybe if I say it slower. You. Are. Fi-”
Before you could even finish enunciating the words, your door came flying open, hitting the wall behind it. Eyes wide in shock, you looked at the man who had broken it as he straightened out his dress shirt and looked up at you, a smirk on his face. “As I was saying, I’ve been sent by your father to protect you.”
“And you break down my door?”
“The door’s not broken, just the lock and the frame. We can either do things the easy way, or we can do things the hard way Miss Stark, but either way, I’m not leaving your side until your father instructs me to do so. So I suggest you get used to me.” You narrowed his eyes at him, looking him up and down. His stern tone alone made you wet, looking at him as his eyes were serious and his hands crossed over in front of him. “Any questions?”
Your eyes dragged down his body, not even trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out. What was he going to do, quit? Your problem would be solved. Get uncomfortable? Please, your father was the top mafia boss in the entire region and your ego was just as big as his - making someone uncomfortable wasn’t even on your list of things to worry about, let alone it being at the bottom. Nonetheless, you looked him up and down.
Dirty blonde hair pushed back just right, piercing blue eyes staring a hole right through you, shoulders broad and strong. You could practically see his muscles straining through the shirt, even from across the room. He stood about 6’6” tall, more than a foot over you. Meeting his eyes again, you realized he never looked away. Just watched you as you checked him out, inspected him. “Name.”
“Rogers.”
“First name, Rogers.”
“Steve,” he said, crossing his arms in front of him and raising his eyebrows. “Are we done here?”
“We could have been done about 10 minutes ago if you had left when I fired you,” you snapped back, turning your head back to the television. You ignored his sigh, seeing him roll his eyes in your peripheral vision. “How long is this supposed to last anyways?”
“Your father hired me for two weeks starting out, but you should know that with the current state of the family business that it’ll most likely extend out.”
Rolling your eyes, you switched the TV off and got up from your spot. “You can bring your bags in and sleep on the couch. Fix the door before you go to sleep too, would be a shame for someone to come and shoot you on your first day on the job. I’m leaving the house tomorrow, either be ready or I’m going without you, Stevie.”
“Name’s not Steve,” he called behind you, but you were already halfway down your hallway. “It is now!”
This was going to be an interesting two weeks, to say the least.
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“Morning,” Steve held out a cup of coffee, turning around to see you walk into the living area with nothing but a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt on. You shot him a sarcastic smile. It had already been a month since he had been here, staying at your place and following you around. You figured you’d just act like he wasn’t here and get comfortable - your apartment, your rules. Walking past him, you opened up the cabinet above you, reaching for a bowl. He sighed, setting the mug down and leaning against your kitchen island as he watched you get on your tiptoes to reach up. Hearing him chuckle lightly, you turned around.
“What?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. Bad enough you had to have some large man following you and watching your every move, but now he was making fun of you. “Nothing, honey. Just that watching you struggle brightens my day a little more.” You mockingly laughed at him, rolling your eyes and turning back around to reach for the bowl.
His eyes scanned your figure, taking in every detail of each of your curves, how your ass just barely peeked out from underneath your shirt and he could see the white lace underneath. You had been one of his brattiest clients yet, but he didn’t mind too much - not when his client looked like you. Every time you opened your mouth to say some smartass remark, his mind flickered to the thought of him stuffing your pretty mouth full of his cock, wondering if that would finally shut you up. But no, he had to keep his professionalism up. He’d keep his calm, stoic demeanor and blink out of it before responding to you, if he ever did. But seeing you pick up one of your legs to try to gain a few inches, and seeing your shirt ride up your body right now, the sun hitting your skin just right…
“Move,” he said, pushing off the counter. “No, I got it-”
Before you could even try again for the bowl, you felt his strong body press against you from behind, hand settling on your waist. Eyes widening, you looked up to see his toned arm reaching above you with ease, grabbing the bowl and setting it down on the counter in front of you. Your heart rate immediately picked up, shivers going down your spine, and you felt your arousal pool in your core at the simple act. You could have sworn he pushed his hips against you before moving from behind you to settle back at his spot near the island. You stared at the bowl for a few seconds, not sure how to process what just happened and why you were feeling that way. He just smirked, practically seeing the gears in your head grind to a halt.
“I have a meeting in a few hours. It’s for business. I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” you said, turning to walk back to your room. “Thought you were gonna use that bowl?”
“Not hungry anymore,” you grumbled, hearing his smile through his question. You slammed the door shut, knowing what he was doing and knowing that he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t fair, but two could play at that game.
“Turn here,” you said, sitting in the back of the car as he took a right down a side street. The meeting had just ended, and you needed to relieve some tension. “Where is this place you’re talking about?”
“It’s called Eastern Heights. A friend lives there, I’m going for a visit. Right here- you can let me off here. Just wait in the car, I won’t be long,” your plan was perfect - you knew he wouldn’t let you out of his sight for long and he’d come knocking at the door soon enough.
“Oh no honey, not so fast,” he locked the door shut when you tried to open it. “I’m going up there with you.”
“No, you’re staying in the car. Here, I’ll be in room 205, you can come up in 20 minutes if I’m not back. I promise I’m not gonna jump ship. Does it look like I’ll be running anywhere in these heels?” you motioned down to your 6-inch stilettos, giving him an incredulous look. “Complex only has one entrance anyways. You’ll see me if I leave. Now stay in the car like a good boy, and I’ll be back.”
Against his better judgement, he let you get out of the car and watched as you walked up the steps to the main entrance of the doors. He knew he could find you if he needed, and he knew that this part of the neighborhood was dominated by your family, so you were relatively safe. He waited 20 minutes exactly before turning the car off and going right up the steps, making sure his side arm was loaded before taking the stairs up to the second floor.
You heard knocking at the door, exactly as you knew he would. Neither you or your friend answered, currently too preoccupied to be doing much talking.
“Who’s that?” Peter breathed, kissing your neck. “New bodyguard, don’t worry. You’ll meet him soon,” you said, feeling your little friend laugh against your skin as you leaned down to connect your lips again. Steve knocked at the door again, still not getting a response. Grabbing for his weapon, he slowly turned the knob and much to his surprise, it was unlocked. He pushed the door open, gun raised but aimed towards the ground until he found out what was taking you so long.
Oh. His hands lowered instinctively, eyes widening as he took in the sight in front of him. There you were on the couch, almost completely naked except for those damn white panties, bouncing on some guy’s cock. The other man’s head was thrown back, hands grabbing at your ass as you held onto his shoulders, lip caught between your teeth, riding him as hard as you could, chasing your release.
“Oh god Parker, right there,” you moaned out, his hips bucking up into yours. You could see Steve in the corner of your eye watching, and it only caused you to put on more of a show. Grinding your hips against Peter’s, you felt the familiar wave of heat rush through you and you let out a whine filled with oh fuck, oh my god, yesyesyes, oh fuck right there. Feeling Peter’s cum shoot into you as he moaned at his release, it sent you into another mini orgasm, one much shorter and less intense this time but still leaving you breathless. You kissed him one last time, moving from off his lap and walking over to Steve.
“Thanks for checking on me, Stevie. I think I’m ready to go now,” you looked up at him, throwing your best set of innocent eyes at him, seeing his pupils absolutely blown with lust. You tiptoed up closer to his ear, still not able to fully reach it, trailing your fingers over his chest. “And next time, if you wanted to watch you could have just asked.” You walked over to where your dress was, pulling it back on and walking back to where Peter still sat, hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched you get ready to leave.
“Till next time?” you leaned over him, slotting your lips over his in a deep kiss. “Till next time,” the younger man said once you separated. Walking over to the door, you snapped your fingers, beckoning Steve to follow you.
“You couldn’t have told me that’s what this little visit was for?” the blonde scoffed, pulling away from the apartment complex and heading back to your own across town. “If I would have told you, would you have brought me?” His silence was all the answer you needed. “And plus, it looks like you enjoyed it.” You could see his cheeks turn the faintest bit of red and considered it a win. What you didn’t notice was the dark look in his eyes and his jaw set tight, clear signs of impatience.
The drive across town was short, quiet. A mere 15 minutes away and you were finally pulling up to the building. “A girl’s gotta get laid sometime, Stevie. Looks like you could use some yourself.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for you to step out of the car. “Although I imagine it must be a little… hard,” you looked down at the well-hidden - but still noticeable - tent in his pants, still turned on from the sight he walked in on. “Because of your job and all.”
He thought about dragging you upstairs to your penthouse, ripping those panties straight off of you and fucking you against the window for everyone to see the city’s biggest brat finally getting put in her place. He thought about wrapping his hand around your neck, watching you submit to him and take his cock like the good girl he knew he could bend you into. But all he did was shut the door behind you and follow behind you on the stairs, doing his job and doing his job well.
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It was Friday night and you were going out, come hell or high water. Your friends had been begging you to go out with them for the longest, and it was getting more and more frustrating to have to turn them down all because a certain someone thought it was a bad idea. But tonight wasn’t any other Friday night, no - this was the opening night of Upstate’s newest, most elite night club: Fury. Ran by one of the most notorious, old money, infamous leaders in the city, everyone would be trying to get into the club tonight and you were going to be one of them.
“Absolutely not,” Steve folded his arms across his chest, looking at you with a stern look in his eye when you told him your plans.
“Oh absolutely yes,” you said, crossing your arms right back. “You’ve been tagging on me for 6 weeks now, I haven’t tried to slip away once.”
“You tried to slip away twice, I haven’t forgotten the museum incident.”
“Okay I’ve tried twice. But I have to go tonight!” Seeing that your attitude wasn’t working on him this time, you broke your ego down just enough to try to convince him another way. “Come on, Stevie. The owner is friends with my dad, there’s not gonna be any enemies there, and the security for the club is the same company that you work for. You know it’s going to be safe. And you’re gonna be following me around anyways like you don’t know how to socialize properly, so it’s not like I’ll be left alone or unwatched.”
Steve looked off into the distance, lost in thought, before he finally gave you a reply. “Fine. But we go together, we leave together, understand? And if you need to sneak off for some...privacy,” thoughts from the week prior flashed in his mind, seeing your naked form bouncing on some other man’s cock. “Just tell me next time.”
“Why, so you can come watch?” you winked at him, getting up from your seat. He rolled his eyes, returning back to his program on the TV. “Don’t make me change my mind, sweetheart.” Biting your lip, you let out a little squeal as you pranced back over to your room to change.
Are you coming? Steve could hear a voice coming from your room, one of your friends over the phone. By the sound of her accent, he figured she was someone from the Sokovian mafia - Tony had many connections and many allies across borders, always keeping up tabs for each other and exchanging services or favors, or just simple company.
Of course I’m coming, but so is you-know-who
You should be lucky to have a hot bodyguard like that, he’s better than mine, Steve chuckled at the banter between you two. He shouldn’t be listening, but what fun was there in the job if he couldn’t eavesdrop just a couple of times?
Yeah he’s hot, but he’s not on the table. He’s too fucking into his job that he doesn’t notice that I’m trying to sleep with him, that was something he didn’t expect to hear. He knew you were a tease, knew that the little stunt you pulled with Peter was on purpose, but he just thought you were just trying to make him uncomfortable, make his stay with you a living hell. That night though, he couldn’t get the images out of his mind. The sounds of you moaning, the way your hips grinded against the other man, the way your tits bounced so perfectly right in front of his face, the way you held on to his shoulders as he held your hips still and pounded up into you...that night, he had to go into the restroom for about 15 minutes and pump his cock until he came all over his hand and stomach, cleaning himself off before going back to his spot on the couch and drifting off to sleep. Hearing you say those words to your friend sent a whole new pang of want through him. The idea of breaking the rules of his job - and his ethics - just to fuck you back into your place made him nearly go crazy.
“Ready?” you came out of your room, headed for the door where he waited. He wore a blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearm and shirt tucked in. “Ooh, look who’s all dressed up for once. Looks like you’ll actually have fun for once,” you reached up to tap his cheek twice. “Blend into the crowd easier, sweetheart. I’m just going for you.”
You smirked at his choice of words, knowing exactly what he meant but choosing to tease him anyways. “Aw, for me Stevie?”
He rolled his eyes, closing the door and locking it behind you.
Pulling up to the club, he escorted you out the car and tossed his keys to the valet, passing him a $100 bill. You skipped the entire line, making your way up to the front before a hand grabbed your arm. Before you could turn around to mouth off, the bouncer’s hand was already off of you as Steve had grabbed his wrist. “Hands off,” he said, a dark look in his eye. “There’s a line, lady.”
“Do you know who I am?” You turned around, narrowing your eyes at him. “Here’s my ID. See the last name? Spell it out for me, big boy.”
“Miss Stark- I’m, I’m so sorry,” he stammered as you smiled up at him, cutting your eyes. “Exactly. And he’s with me.” Steve clapped the man on the shoulder, following you inside.
The music was thumping, bass boosted and strobe lights flickering across the large room. The building used to be an empty warehouse, but Nick Fury was a man who knew how to flip anything he wanted from being on its last leg to being something only the best of the best could get into. Waiters and waitresses were constantly bringing drinks to and from the bar, people were seated at large velvet lounges, others were on the dance floor jumping up and grinding on one another, both women and men danced on caged platforms to the beat of the music, and there were a few couples in the shadows that were just about to pounce on each other, only thing probably holding them back was that they weren’t tipsy enough.
“Wanda!” you squealed as you both ran up to each other for a hug, walking off with her as you both caught up. It had been so long since you had seen your best friend, and you knew the night was going to be fun when you looked ahead to the table she had gotten and saw that Natasha and Bucky were there - two more in the Sokovian group that you had become friends with over the years. Steve trailed behind you, noticing how Wanda looked back at him and whispered something in your ear as you both giggled. Leaning down to where you sat, he told you he’d be by the bar, but would still be keeping an eye on you. You rolled your eyes and shooed him away, already knowing that he’d be overprotective again and watching like a hawk no matter where you went.
The night went on and he found you on the dance floor, already tipsy and dancing with your friends. You met his eyes at one point, curling your finger toward him, beckoning for him to join you but he just smiled amusedly and shook his head, raising his beer up to you instead. He saw you give him a look, scoffing and turning back around to continue dancing, and he just took a sip of his beer, turning to the bar to give you some leniency. Finishing his next drink, he turned back towards you to keep watch again only to see you dancing with some guy.
He was grabbing at your hips, pulling you against him as he grinded on you as you reached behind to lace your fingers through his hair. The man tugged your dress up just a little and ran his hands all over your body - one hand squeezing your ass against him and the other grabbing at your breasts. His lips connected to your neck and you arched your back against him, swaying to the beat of the music. This man felt good against you, but the minute your eyes met Steve’s and you saw the look he was giving you, it changed the whole game.
He was looking at you with an almost territorial look, and you could see he was holding his beer bottle a little too tightly. The man behind you pulled you to him and thrusted against you, making you jolt forward a little bit, the entire time looking straight at Steve with hooded eyes as the other man licked and kissed your neck, his hands still roaming your body. You turned your head to bring him in for a hard kiss, and when you separated, you looked right back to Steve, whose eyes had never left you, and shot him a wink. That was the last straw.
He crossed the room, people making way for his large frame going through the crowd. “We’re leaving. Now.” Grabbing your arm, he yanked you away from the man you were just on. “Hey!”
Steve spun around, a borderline dangerous glare in his eye, finger pointed at him as his grip on your arm tightened. “Don’t. Just don’t. He pulled you off the dance floor and you managed to take one look back to your friends, Wanda giving you a knowing smile and waving goodbye to you. The cold night air hit you hard as you were dragged out.
“Would you like me to get your car, sir?”
“Nope, just the keys.” He really wasn’t wasting any time, catching the keys and walking you to the car in the parking garage next door. “Get in the car,” he said, almost shoving you into the backseat before getting in behind you and closing the door. You looked at him like he was crazy, but couldn’t ignore how his behavior made you feel.
“What the hell was that, Steve?!” you yelled at him. “Don’t play dumb, y/n, you know exactly what the hell that was,” he pulled you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest as you breathed hard.
“What are you doing,” you breathed out, looking through the windows to make sure nobody was around.
“I could ask you the same thing. Grinding up against some random guy’s dick, letting him feel you up,” His strong hands spread your legs apart and you felt his legs hook around yours, keeping them open. He trailed his hands over your body, squeezing at your thighs first and then moving up to your chest, taking both breasts into his hands and giving them a harsh squeeze, hearing you whimper at the contact. “Kissing you, marking you up.” You could feel Steve’s breath on your neck as he whispered to you, lips finally connecting to the spot right behind your ear and sending a shiver down your spine.
“It’s not like you were giving me any attention,” you retorted, feeling him chuckle against your skin as his hand made its way down your body again. Hiking up your dress, he clicked his tongue. “And no panties on, either? It’s like you knew I was gonna fuck you tonight.” Your eyes widened in borderline shock. You knew that this was where it was leading, but his sure statement made your pussy throb. “If you wanted my fucking attention, all you had to do was ask.”
His fingers plunged into your tight heat, setting a relentless pace from the very start that had you writhing around and moaning. “Oh god Steve-” his long fingers curled and hit your sweet spot, already bringing you close to your orgasm. Your head was hazy - all you could feel was the drag of his fingers along your walls as he finger-fucked you, breathing heavy in your ear. “You like that? You like that I’m knuckle deep inside you in the back of your daddy’s car, don’t you?”
You whined in response, feeling the coil just about to snap. Right as you were on the edge, he pulled his fingers out. “Why-”
“Shut up. Just for once, stop talking,” he snapped at you, flipping you around to face him, both thighs on either side of him. His hands ran over them, lifting your dress up further around your waist. Your hands fell on his shoulders, small compared to his muscles, as you held yourself up. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, sliding his zipper down and pulling out his cock. Your jaw just about dropped at the sight of it - tip red and leaking, erect and laying against his abs, thick vein running from the base all the way to the head. He smirked, watching your eyes widen and he knew that your brain was going hazy.
“Raise up, honey,” he said, hands on your hips.
“It’s not gonna-” a hard smack came down on your ass and you leaned further into him, letting out a whimper from the sting. “I’ll make it fit,” he said, connecting his lips to your pulse point on your neck. You moaned out, the feel of his lips hot on your neck as they trailed down to your collarbone, and you could feel his cock getting wet with your slick as you grinded on him, not being able to stop yourself. “So wet already, huh? I can fucking feel it baby, already makin’ a mess on my cock.”
“Stevie, please,” you whined as he pulled your dress down and took a nipple into his mouth. Head thrown back, you reached between you two and tried to line him up with your entrance. “No,” you almost cried, not enough space in the car for you to raise up completely. The problem wasn’t even just the car, it was the small backseat and the tall, muscular, big man taking up most of the space in the small backseat. “Look at you, too dumb to even ride my cock huh? Had no problem riding that other kid’s though,” he spanked you once again, licking his lip at the sound of you moaning out again.
“You want this cock?” he asked as you nodded, lip caught between your teeth as you grew desperate. You had prided yourself in never being easily impressed but with a man like Steve, you had never wanted to fuck somebody more than you did right now with him. “I know you do, I heard you talking to your little friends about me. Saw you in the club talking about me. You’re gonna get it, just be a good girl for once and be patient.”
His large hands gripped your waist, almost able to wrap halfway around as he picked you up like you were nothing and pulled you a little past his shoulder. One hand stayed across your back holding you in place as his other stroked his cock, tapping it against your clit before lining it up with your throbbing entrance. Slowly, he let you start sinking down on it. Your mouth open, not even to make a noise let alone moan out, you screwed your eyes shut and fisted his shirt. He hissed at the feeling of your warm walls surrounding him, going achingly slow. If it was left up to him, he would have slammed you down by now and pounded into you, but he was your bodyguard after all - it was his job to make sure you didn’t get hurt.
“I can’t go anymore,” you whined, almost to the bottom but feeling yourself already full. Just as you were about to raise up, he leaned forward and caught your lips in a kiss - the first time the two of you had kissed since he started working for you. Tongue slipping past your lips, you let him take control and deepen the kiss, your hand moving to pull him in closer by the back of his neck. He snuck a hand down, rubbing your clit in small and languid circles, and he could feel your pussy clench down on him as you broke the kiss with a moan. Every single sound you made was like the best thing he had ever heard, and he only wanted to make you moan even more. The extra wetness from his thumb on your clit and the kiss had you sliding down just a little more. He grabbed your waist once again and slowly pushed you down the rest of the way, watching the way his cock disappeared in your pussy as you were fully seated on him.
Your eyes were wide with shock and amazement as your mouth slacked open, looking down at the sight. The faint imprint of his cock was visible from your stomach, bulging out slightly each time you’d sink back down fully on his huge cock. You couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, let alone even think about saying anything. “I...it’s…”
“Dumb brat can’t even speak right anymore,” he cooed, pushing your hair back from your face before lifting you up and bringing you back down. The slow drag of his cock along with the filthy sight of it had you wincing in pure pleasure, the feeling of him filling you up ethereal and addictive. “Can feel me all the way up here, isn’t that right sweetheart?” He pressed his hand over your stomach, making a broken whine come out of your mouth again as he squeezed your hips, urging you on. Still in your trance-like state, you began to bounce on him, not able to focus on anything other than his cock and the short grunts that he made every time you’d go all the way back down. “Not so much backtalk now, is there?” he said between pants, rubbing up and down your sides.
Your response was more of a whine as you tugged at his hair, angling his head so you could kiss him once again. You rolled your hips against him over and over, stretched out and feeling him so deep inside you, and you could barely kiss him from the both of you letting out little gasps and moans. His forehead leaned against yours, not able to escape the close proximity even if he wanted to. His hands gripped your ass, giving light spanks every now and then and feeling your walls tighten around him every time he did.
“Please, oh god I’m so close,” you managed to choke out, the pleasure making your head spin as the orgasm was building up so fast inside you. “Stevie go faster, pleasepleaseplease I need you.” At that moment, you saw his jaw tighten and knew you were in for trouble. He wrapped his hands under your thighs, lifting you up as much as you could go, and started to thrust into you.
Words became slurred together, tears welled up in your eyes, Steve’s lips attached to your shoulder leaving marks and bruises littered across your smaller frame, his hands squeezing your ass. You could feel the coil getting tighter, could feel yourself so close to cumming. He just barely slumped down in the seat, angling his cock in the best way that had him hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. You couldn’t stop moaning, saying something along the lines of pleaseSteviepleaseletmecum, pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it anymore slurring out of your mouth. He continued to pound into you, hitting your sweet spot a few more times before saying, “then cum, you fucking brat.”
His filthy words along with the feeling of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you so perfectly pushed you straight over the edge, making you fall hard. You cried out, fists tightening in his shirt as you buried your head in his shoulder. His strong arm wrapped around your back and he continued to pound into you, holding you still as you convulsed through your high. The feeling of your walls repeatedly clenching around him and your muffled whimpers made him lose control, thrusting up into you once more before he buried his cock as deep as he could go and his hips stilled, cum painting your walls in spurts as he threw his head back against the seat.
The car was silent for once, nothing but the sound of you both panting heavily as you came down from your highs together, still holding on to one another. His cock was still semi-hard in you, and you tried your best not to move so you wouldn’t overstimulate yourself. You could feel Steve’s thumb rub little patterns on the small of your back, taking in the intimate moment before clarity kicked back in for the both of you and it was gone forever.
Without saying a word, he gently lifted you up and off of his cock, pulling your dress back up and smirking at the cum dripping down your thighs. “We’ll have to get the car cleaned,” he said, opening the door to make his way to the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?” you asked, settling into the seat that you had just gotten fucked in as the car lurched forward and out of the parking garage. “Back to your apartment. You didn’t think we were done, were you?” his dark eyes met yours in the mirror, nothing but a small ring of blue surrounding his pupils.
You were surprised that he still had it in him - the stamina must be amazing for him. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”
Even though you couldn’t see his face, you saw the corner of his lips turn upwards. “Trust me sweetheart, I know.”
Maybe you’d keep this bodyguard around for a little bit longer.
The time Steve shows what your ex-boyfriend´s gifts are good for
MASTERLIST
Pairing: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader (very ambiguously described)
Chapter Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, SMUT, incorrect use of a champagne bottle (a little nipple play) and strawberries, oral sex (f receiving), a lot of licking, mentions of a safe word (not the need to use it though), Bodyguard!Steve being an absolute tease, do I need to say more?
+18 please.
Word Count (Chapter): 2.9k
Notes: Oh my, I took my time writing this smut but I think I acomplished something here... hope you enjoy! since I feel like a horny demon took a hold on me
These will be short stories like this, they are not in order or anything, just sweetness and smut. It is recommended you read the first chapter though
“Thank you for coming with me” you murmured as you got into the elevator to your place
“Is my job” he said softly, and you everted your gaze when you realised it was true
“Either way” you murmured, “Since those threats I was having a really bad time, but now I really do feel safe” you sincered yourself
“I'm glad” he touched your arm softly. Even though you started a relationship, when he was on the clock, he was so professional, even if you were alone, he was being paid to protect you, and he would die if something happened to you because he didn't take his job seriously.
“What a whack-a-doodle” you said with contempt, as you saw the bottle of champagne and the golden box near it, waiting for you when you got into your apartment “Does he thinks that a box of stupid chocolates and a bottle of dom will make me forgive him cheating on me? In the party I planned for him?” As you opened the door to your place. Steve grabbed both items with a wicked smile
“They are chocolate covered strawberries,” he said, mockingly. When you turned around you saw something in his eyes that made you shiver
“What are you thinking?” you asked innocently, Steve nonchalantly looked at his watch
“That I'm off duty” he said, looking back at you. you felt like a deer in headlights, or a little one that was going to be devoured by this lion, “And I want to show you something” you felt your cheeks heat, as your mind filled with dirty scenarios
“Show me what?” you ask softly
“What your ex-boyfriends gifts are good for” he purred
You liked the sound the bottle made when it sank into the bucket filled with icy water
“Stand right there” he demanded, and you couldn't help but shake at his tone, his demanding tone you only heard him use when he was directing safety details
You obeyed him, but he could sense your uneasiness
“Don't be nervous, little one” he purred, his sweet smile back, “You are going to enjoy it, but... do you remember the magic word we discussed?”
“Yes, galaxies” you said, feeling your cheeks heated
“That's right” he growled, “Now, undress for me” he sat on the edge of the bed, with you in front of him.
You slowly took the strap of your dress and slipped over your shoulder, and then the other, and the simple dress you had on just fell off your figure
“There she is” Steve on his own started unbuttoning his shirt. He was shirtless in a second, “C'mere” his voice was husky, but you complied. He took your thighs and made you straddle him
You moaned when you felt his erection just under you, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed when you found his darkened blue eyes looking at you like you were the most hypnotizing thing in the world
“You are so gorgeous” he admired, cradling your cheek with his warm hand. You felt your cheeks heating, “You take my breath away”
“Stop it” you giggled
“And if you don´t believe, I´ll have to prove it to you” he promised before he leaned in and trapped your mouth with his. The kiss was so intense and passionate it took your breath away, when you felt his big hands caressing your torso. You were so sensitive you shivered when he passed them around your rib cage and behind your back, searching for the clip of you lace bra
In turn, you took your hands between the both of you and unbuckled his belt. You liked the clinging noise, you were anticipating so hard, feeling your panties get damp by the second. But before you could take him out, he made you take off your bra, removing your hands from his fly. Once he had you topless, he grabbed you tightly, making you shriek. He stood up from the bed with you in his arms, and turned around laying you gently on the bed. You smiled so enamored by him, trusting him completely when he slipped your panties off of you, sliding them down your legs
“Such a good girl for me” he said softly, as he separated from you to get rid of his pants, leaving himself only with his underpants, smiling at you in a way that could melt you. You felt yourself get even more heated at the compliment. He got over you, you accommodate him that kneeled between your open legs
He leaned in over the nightstand and grabbed the champagne bottle from the ice bucket, intentionally shaking it. With a big smile that shook you to your core he uncorked the dom with a loud “pop”, you gasped when cold drops and foam hit your body. You just realised how hot you were, the combination of temperatures driving you insane.
You were gasping and shaking underneath him, wanting him to touch you so badly you were about to beg, when you saw Steve taking a long sip of the bottle, heavy drops of champagne falling from the corners of his mouth, down his beard and even down his chest. He finally looks down on you, the bottle being drawn dangerously close to your chest
“Steve… What are you…? OH!” you moaned when you felt the cold tip of the bottle caressing your nipples. Your skin turned into goosebumps from the cold sensation, your chest, and arms, tingly and the oddness of it. The angle in which the bottle is tilted makes droplets of champagne escape it, running down your breast like a golden river. He left the champagne aside
“This is good champagne, we better not waste it” he purred, leaning into you until his nose touched your skin, and you shook under him when your felt his wet tongue licking your champagne covered skin
“Mmm Steve” you purred, moaning and twisting under his touch. But he suddenly left your body leaving you shaking up “Steve..?” you called, a little scared of his hungry gaze. But he wouldn't take any of your wondering, he took a Strawberry from the box laying aside you on the bed, and placed it softly between your lips. You were going to take a bite, but he waved his finger telling you no
“I want the chocolate melting” he said, so you did as he commanded and let the cold strawberry get warm in your mouth, there wasn't long to feel the chocolate dripping into your mouth, “Such a good girl for me” he praised, grabbing the strawberry from your mouth and replacing it with his soft lips, that devour you whole. You moaned into his mouth as you opened your legs more, an invitation for him. “Someone is eager” he mocked, kneeling in the bed abandoning your lips.
He used the strawberry to draw in your skin, a chocolate trail. from your mouth to your jaw, neck, coming down your collarbones to your chest, to the middle of your breasts, to your sternon and then belly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he stopped in your groin. and you moaned wantonly
“Oh Steve” you could almost taste the juicy strawberry and the chocolate, but that was Steve´s dessert, as he followed back the trail, with the strawberry in his mouth and his tongue liking all he found in his path
“No matter how expensive the champagne is, or how rich the chocolate covered strawberries are, I know something that taste a hundred times better” he promised, finishing devouring the juice fruit in his mouth, his eyes burning a trail down your body to your cunt, in display for him
A soft breeze going in from the open window made you feel how drenched you were, your pussy dripping for him. He saw you shivering and when he saw why, he smiled widely.
“Please” you begged, you needed to have something in your pussy, and he obliged, going down on you until his lips fell on your clit. You almost cum on the spot as you felt his tongue licking down on you. “Oh shit” you moaned.You felt Steve smiling against you cunt, as his nose rubbed against your clit and he went down to tease your entrance with his tongue
“You are so delicious” he groaned, and you could clearly hear him even above your own moans. You felt tingles all up and down your body,making you aware of the stickiness of the remaining of the champagne and Steve´s saliva,and that only made you wetter.He resurfaced from between your legs with a triumphant smile on him,your arousal visible on his mouth and beard, “You are so wet” he mocked, like he discovered fire, “Who made you this wet honey?” he asked softly
“You did, Steve” you said, pounting
“That's my girl” he purred and he came back to devouring you, this time, taking two fingers and while he licked and kissed your clit, his digits softly parted your folds, and dipped into you, stretching you out, and immediately finding special spots that made your vision clouded
“Steve” you moaned/begged, taking one of your hands towards his soft hair, grabbing it softly, “Oh, please, Steve I'm going to cum”
“Do it” he said like a plea, and that's all it took for you to lose it, gushing all over his face, you were so embarrassed you covered your face
“I´m sorry!” you yelped, but he didn't stop as he helped you ride out your orgasm, he kept lapping at you until your legs were shaking. Steve abandoned your pussy and smiled widely, taking your hands off of your face so could look into him
“For what honey?” he purred, smiling in a devilish manner. You were gasping, still recuperating, “For giving that delicious dessert, way better than champagne and strawberries?” You giggled, still embarrassed but he didn't care, as he took your lips on his own, and the combinations of flavors made your head spin. You moaned into his eager mouth, and you were dying to please him
“Steve” you begged, once he released your mouth. HIs lust dark eyes told you so much “I want you” you pouted
“You have me” he said, he didn't even need to lead himself into you, he only had to push his hips into yours and you received him inside of you. You both moaned at the same time as you were being tortured, since he split you open and you strangled him. You liked being filled with his huge cock, he touched places inside you didn't even know could be possible.
He cradled your face lovingly, encouraging you to open the eyes you didn't even know you had closed, and when you looked into his eyes, he retrieved himself only to start pounding into you. It didn't took long for him to angle himself into you in a way that he brushed against you g spot, and as quickly you were ready to give him another orgasm
“Fuck you are so tight my love” he purred, his voice thick and strangled
“Stevie” you purred, being the only coherent thing you could say
“Can you come for me again?” he asked with hope, but that treacherous smile. You nodded impatiently, as you felt the knot inside your belly start to tighten up, “I feel you clenching me even more you little one” he purred. You grabbed the strong arms that supported him over you, as the other one kept cuddling your face. You only had to look into his eyes as he pounded into you for the knot to explode, making you cum on his cock so hard you let a silent cry, your body shaking with the overstimulation
“Steve!” you yelled, cingling into him like you wanted to become one. He grunted, but as you saw him clenching his teeth, you knew this was far from over.
He came out of you without coming, but your cunt clenched around nothing and you whined, showing your discomfort
“I almost finished” he said catching his breath, you know I love it when you scream my name”
“Steve, you repeated, calling for him, I want to touch you” begging to do the same he did to you, but to him
“I'm all yours honey” he said, as he let you push him down on the bed until he was totally laid down on the bed, and his arms bended behind his head. Tying to not think about how sensitive you were, you
You wanted to eat him out, and were so horny for him, so desperate in need of friction you straddled his thick thigh
“Get off on my thigh honey” he begged, as he could clearly see how wet you were, you arousal gushing all over his thigh, you moved your hips, humping his leg softly, but as good as it felt, it wasn´t enough
“I want to get off wrapped around your cock” you said, and the bluntness surprised even you. He was shocked when you first said it, but then he gave you that smile that could give you the confidence to conquer the world.
You left him tight to accommodate yourself on top of his cock. But before you could ride him you grabbed a strawberry, put it into your mouth and leaned into him, your hands splayed on his thick chest, He opened his mouth and received the fruit from your own mouth, as you both started eating it. As the chocolate dipped strawberry disappear, and you reach each others mouth, you took a hand to line him up with your entrance, and you dropped into him, burying him to the hilt inside of you
“Shit!” he cursed under you, “Of fuck, Honey” you preened at the reactions you got from him, and your pussy stretched once again, this time you were so wet it only brought you pleasure.
You felt his hands grabbing your hips, in hopes of controlling your movements, you knew as much. And you smiled when you didn't move, but instead leaned into the bedside table to grab the bottle once again.
You smiled devilishly when you took a sip right from the bottle, purposely letting the cold liquid fall from the sides of your mouth, down your chin and then down your chest. You felt Steve grunt under you, and still buried comfortably deep inside you, he seated himself on the bed, only to devour your chest, he caught a nipple in his mouth and you moaned, letting for a second the bottle slip, dropping more of its content between both of you. The ice cold champagne in contrast with both your hot bodies made yourselves moan so deliciously, your nipple slipped from his mouth as he grunted.
You took the advantge to push him down again in the bed, the movement made his cock twitch inside you, and you saw fucking stars as you feel goosebumps riddling your skin
“Fuck, I think I´m in heaven” Steve claimed underneath you, and you could only smile, getting rid of the bottle again, you leaned into him, to kiss him hastly, to go down his jaw, and neck, to his chest, savouring and nibling at his champagne flavored skin, as you strarted riding him. You both cursed as you kept savouring him. You smiled against his skin when you felt his moans. He grabbed your hips and changed the angle of his hips and you screamed when he grazed your g spot.
“Just like that” you moaned. He complied and kept meeting your hips with his thrusts as he grabbed you tightly by the hips. You started chanting his name like a mantra, and he grunted in your ear, finally biting your neck softly to quiet his own grunts and moans
You both chanted eachothers names as you cummed. You whimpered, hugging him as you felt his warm spend painting your inner walls. He moaned in you ear, hugging you so tightly like he didn't want to let you go
“That was…” he sighed in you ear, but couldn't complete his thought
“Yeah I know” you said so satisfied like you never had been
You closed your eyes and breathed in the sweet smell of the vanilla candles that were decorating all around the bathroom. And you felt on your skin the bubbly bath salts tingle
“You are gonna need a new set of sheets” Steve murmured against your temple, “And don't forget to thank your dumbass ex for the nice presents he gave you” you giggle against the skin of his chest as you caressed him, spreading bubbly water on his chest
“If I don't thank him perhaps he will send more” you suggested. and he laugh, the sweet noise rumbling on his chest
“You are naughty, I´ll have to get more creative then” he purred. And you closed your eyes again as he caressed your back softly, both of you enjoying the big jacuzzi in your bathroom, cleaning yourself after that mess you made
“Steve…?” you called, he purred against your temple indicating you had his attention, “I love you” you heard his breath catch in his throat, and a long pause. You closed your eyes feeling uneasy, as a you thought you had messed up confessing your feelings
“I love you too honey” he said, his voice thick with emotion
Eddie Munson is famous for giving his bodyguards the slip. Enter Steve Harrington. Has this bratty rock star finally met a babysitter that can keep up with him?
Hey Monique, what about this one, please? Thank you 😊❤️
"Where do you think you're going," Steve questioned, not even needing to look up from the book he was reading to know what you were trying to do. "You know the rules, doll, no night parties until your father is back," he reminded you and you sighed, dropping your shoes onto the floor before plumping down onto the couch beside him.
"The rules are shit," you informed him with a pout, peaking over to see what he was reading.
"They keep you alive, hmm, so they can't be that bad. Besides..." he paused, stealing a glance at his watch before closing his book and placing it between you. "Our show is starting soon."
"Boo," you protested and he offered you a fake gasp, hoping it would cheer you up, but you weren't really upset, more so just wishing for a change of scenery. "I can't stand being in this house anymore, Steve."
"Then let's go," he suggested, smiling when you sat up straight. "Nowhere crowded and just the two of us, but if you want to leave then l-" you interrupted him, jumping into his arms in a way that would give your father a heart attack but you couldn't care less, sinking into his hold as he laughed lightly.
