cockwarming dilf!steve while hes working on his laptop </3
a/n: i love dilf steve and i was thinking about him a lot today TEEHEE enjoy my babies
warnings: smut (mdni!), cockwarming, dilf!steve
wc: 830
being forced to sit on his lap while hes typing emails and going through files. maybe hes working on some sort of report or business deal, you dont really know, nor do you really care. all you can think about is the thick stretch of his cock in your pussy and how deep he feels inside of you.
he keeps working like nothings wrong, like he isnt buried inside of you, focused on his work, keeping you right where he wants you. youre getting more desperate by the second. steve can tell by the way your arms are draped around him with your face buried in the crook of his neck, whimpering and whining every so often. he only rubs your back and shushes you gently.
“doing so good for me, honey.”
“i want more,” you mewl.
he lets out a soft laugh, “i know you do, baby. hang in there f’me.”
you huff in annoyance, taking it upon yourself to rock against his length. the motion sends you reeling, soft, breathy moans falling from you. steves rough hands grab your hips sternly, pressing you flat against him, his cock brushing right against your cervix.
“no moving. dont be a brat.”
you know better than to talk back to him, you resort to further nuzzling yourself in his neck.
after what feels like forever, well, realistically, its probably been about 15 minutes. but still, its 15 minutes too long. youre so needy for him it hurts. you kiss and nibble on his neck, doing anything you can to get his attention, but he doesnt budge.
“are you finished yet?” you ask, but it comes off more needy than anything.
“almost, honey. ill give you what you want. be a good girl, yeah?”
one of his hands comes to your side, rubbing slow, soothing circles. you try to stay still like he told you to, you really do, but your body doesnt listen. every tiny shift pulls another quiet sound from you, your grip on his shirt tightening before you even realize it. youre doing anything to distract yourself, anything really! counting the moles on his neck, listening to him type on the keyboard, or even just breathing in the mix of his cologne and aftershave on his neck, but no matter how hard you try to occupy yourself, the ache is becoming more and more unbearable. youre becoming too antsy now, clenching around his length and trying to subtly move against him. a quiet groan slips from him, and just when you think hes about to give you what he wants, his fucking phone rings.
“need you to be quiet for just a moment, baby,” he murmurs, reaching for his phone. you open your mouth like youre going to say something, but nothing comes out. just a shaky breath you cant take back.
“hey mark, talk to me man.”
tears fill your eyes. youre so desperate. this is torture for you. his brows furrow out of concern and he shakes his head at you, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.
“its okay, baby,” he mouths. he snaps his attention back to the phone call.
“no, push the meeting to tuesday. i dont want delays on this.”
theres a brief pause as he listens to the man on the other line.
“ill handle it, just send me the draft.”
another quiet beat, you can faintly hear his business partner on the other end.
“alright, thanks man. talk soon”
he hangs up the phone.
“okay, baby” he puts his phone down and shuts his laptop, “‘m all done.”
you let out a shaky sigh of relief, blinking your tears away. almost instantly, you start rocking back and forth on him. steve chuckles quietly at your eagerness.
“yeah– i got you,” his voice is as smooth as honey as he gently wipes your tears away, “let me take care of you.”
he grabs your hips, helping you bounce up and down his length.
“thats its, pretty girl. just what you needed, right?”
“y-yes stevie,” you manage to whimper out.
the office chair squeaks slightly with every bounce you give him. the coil thats been building up in your tummy for you dont know how long is impossible to ignore. your bounces lose their rhythm, and your noises become more high pitched. steve can read you like a book.
“thats my girl, cum for me baby.”
your legs falter as your orgasm thrashes through you intensely, your core squeezing around steves length.
“ohfuck– good girl,” he praises, as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
you couldve sworn that he had you seeing stars, but as he helps you come down, your breathing starts to regulate again.
steve presses a soft kiss on your neck as your body practically goes limp on him due to the intensity of your orgasm.
“youre so good for me, lets go get you cleaned up, hm?”
