Hair Pulling
Synopsis: Steve finds out he loves it when you pull his hair during sex.
Warnings: Smut, swearing, hair pulling, hair kink, dirty talk, oral(f receiving), praise kink, mentions of alcohol, 18+, MDNI
Rating: Mature/explicit
Wordcount: 1.2k
You barely made it through the door before Steve was on you. He just couldn't help himself!
The two of you had been out with Robin, Nancy and Johnathan for drinks when he had gotten worked up. He was not at all handsy... Only a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. But, still! You had been all dolled up and after the first few rounds of drinks, Steve couldn't help but show his appreciation.
Now, you had collapsed backwards onto his bed with a groan, Steve landing ontop of you instantly. Articles of clothing littered the floor leading up to the mattress from where he had been too restless to wait.
You were both down to your underwear and he had already begun mouthing at your breasts, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin until your nipples peaked. A loud moan toar out of you before you could stop it. Steve had been like this only a handful of times, so when it hit, it hit hard.
The house was empty except for the sound of the bed rocking, the constant stream of ever increasing moans and the sloppy noises made by Steve's mouth. Handsy didn't even begin to cover it anymore. He had shifted you up onto his pillows so that his chest was above your aching cunt and his mouth was straining to nip and tug at your delicate breasts.
"Steve–Oh fuck, Steve!" You mewled, your hands scrambling to pull at the sheets in hopes of anchoring yourself.
"Yeah, Sweatheart? What do you need? Come on, use your words..." Steve replied, his voice already dipping into that rough register that made you shiver in anticipation.
"Harder, Steve! Please, fuck me!" You moaned, begging him to continue.
While you struggled for a grip, Steve had slowly trailed downwards, still leading sloppy kisses down the valley on your breast and down the soft skin of your stomach. You were acutely aware of the growing hardness pressed against one of your calves. He was grinding up and down, the thick, hot heat of him seeping through his underwear and into your skin. You could feel his cock throb with his heartbeat and it had already begun weeping at the tip.
Steve abruptly hoisted you up so that your legs hung over the broad expanse of his shoulders. His kisses had ended just at the edge of your panties, which he had started shimmying down your thighs with the speed of a desperate man. You tilted your hips so that he could remove the soaked material more quickly.
He imideatly dipped down, licking a long stripe from hole to clit. You screamed at the sudden sensation and squeezed harder at the thin fabric twisted in your fists. It was doing little to help but it was all that tethered you for the moment.
Steve groaned into your cunt, the action so reverent you sobbed out his name over and over, praying he wouldn't leave you before you hit your peak.
"Fffuck!" You wailed, eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "Steve! Pleasepleaseplease! M' so close–Stevie!"
"Oh, baby, I know..."He murmured in equal pleasure, his fingers digging tighter into the meaty expanse of your thighs. Bruises would no doubt bloom later like flowers: a reminder of this passionate night. "You can do it, baby. Give it to me, you're doing such a good job, sweetie."
The praise itself was almost enough to tip you over the edge. You desperately thrust upwards, letting out frustrated moans anytime he held you down by the hips, the soft but final weight of him steadying you for the moment. It was then that he licked again. What had been kitten licks had evolved to be broad strokes of his tongue that entered you on every thrust.
Your toes curled as you felt your release quickly approaching.
"M'cumming! Steve! Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, stars bursting behind your eyes as your thighs pressed instantly into his neck and your hands plunged into the dark, coarse hair on his head.
You tugged over and over, pushing his face further down into your cunt, desperate for that feeling to continue for as long as possible. The second you had started, Steve's motions had stuttered, momentarily losing pace before increasing tenfold. The moan he let out into your cunt was breathy and loud, nothing like the usual sounds he made.
No, this was new.
This was the sound of a man coming home. Well, coming at the very least. Because yes, Steve had actually come in his underwear. The poor thing hadn't even taken them off. Even in the dim light, you could see the darkness forming at the front as he adjusted his position.
Your hands were still deep in his locks and he was diving back down before you had time to react. His tongue went back to your cunt like a man on a mission, pumping in and out of you with a newfound determination.
"Jesus, fuck. Do that again." Steve moaned into you, his hands snaking up to hold your waist down.
You obliged tugging and forcing him further into your slick folds. Your body was still coming down from its first high, with the second quickly approaching. Steve may not be the smartest, but if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was how to eat a girl out.
The sensation of your nails grazing his scalp was more than enough pleasure for Steve. It sent pleasant tingles down his spine in a way he had never experienced before. Yeah, chick's had pulled his hair before but never like this. Never to the point he was coming in his pants like a virgin. Just as Steve knew your body, it seemed you knew his just as well. The warmth of your hands felt as if it was seeping into his skull, turning his brain to mush. The only thought remaining was to get you to make those sweet sounds one more time.
Your second release was brought on without warning. There was no time to tell Steve and any sort of explanation turned into a strangled cry as your legs squeezed shut around his ears once more and he had to pry you off with his thick forearms. The scent of you filled his nose and he shamlessly licked and sucked at your abused cunt, not wanting to waste any of your sweat nectar.
By the time you were overstimulated and shaking, Steve was sweating enough that his whole body was coated in a thin layer of sheen and the smell of sex flooded the room.
You shakily tugged him up with weak hands, ignoring his instantaneous groan of delight. You brought him up to your face. God, he was a mess. Pupils blown wide, panting with his whole body, lips and chin covered in slick cum and drool - an unholy mixture that he wore so well.
He lunged forward, surging up to give you a ravenous kiss that took your breath away. Steve was now fully onto of you and his cock was pressed right against your needy hole.
Yeah, you could go for another round
Divider by: @cursed-carmine
