Okay idk what happened this was supposed to be a small blurb but i got carried away..... anyway husband!steve who lovessss taking care of you every chance he gets 😵💫
warnings: smut (18+ mdni), unprotected sex, light hairpulling and choking :p
wc: 1.3k
he loves taking you on little weekend getaways just to get away from the craziness of your lives with balancing the kids and work, just to have you all to himself and escape the noise for a little while. at the house, as much as you hate to admit it, its so hard to actually have some time together. you almost always get interrupted. so, he loves to book you guys a little trip at a fancy hotel, he always gets a suite because you deserve the best. and hes such a romantic with it too, flower petals all over the bed like youre newlyweds.
neither of you waste any time the moment you enter the hotel room. his hands fly to your hips, your lips crashing together hungrily. you're undoing the buttons of his shirt rather aggressively, popping a few off in the process. his hands move down to squeeze the fat of your ass, making you gasp. he taps your ass indicating for you to jump, which you oblige to, and wrap your legs around his hips. he guides you to the bed, never breaking the kiss, and places you down on the bed. you can feel the dampness of the rose petals on your back. with his shirt fully unbuttoned, thanks to your eagerness, hes able to finally tug it off, throwing it across the room, not caring where it lands. simultaneously, your hands move down to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. you moan against each others mouth as you desperately tear off each others clothes.
“you’ve got no idea,” he pants, pressing another kiss to you, “how bad i needed this.”
once youre both fully naked, he throws your legs over his strong shoulders, lining himself at your entrance. he rubs his tip up and down your slit, smacking his dick against your clit.
“baby– dont tease,” you throw your head back.
he smiles at your neediness, "i've got you honey.”
“gonna take such good care of you. let me do all the work. relax, mama,” groans fall from his lips as he slowly pushes into you.
your eyes roll back as he deliberately thrusts in and out of you. steve looks down at you in adoration. youre the most beautiful thing hes ever seen. his wife. his. the fact that hes the one whos making you feel so good that only the white of your eyes are visible. the fact that hes the one whos making you whimper and moan beneath him. its driving him crazy. once your eyes return back to their normal state, and you look up at him with the same amount of love, he practically whines.
“youre so beautiful," he murmurs.
he leans down to kiss you, bending you further into the mattress. the new angle feels deeper, more intense. your walls flutter around him and soft gasps elicit from you. youre desperately clinging onto his bicep, trying your best to kiss him back as the immense pleasure takes over. the hotels bed springs creaks beneath you with each thrust. the petals are scattered wildly, some falling on the floor. his nose brushes over yours, inhaling sharply while he deepens the kiss. steve is so sensual, he knows you like the back of his hand, always knowing just what you need. after all this time, being married, having kids and experiencing life together, he never fails to make you feel like youre the only girl in the world.
steve pulls away from the kiss, bracing his forehead against yours. his pace picks up slightly, “love you. so fucking much.”
“i love you more, stevie,” you moan, “harder, please.”
he mounts his elbows on either side of your head, “yeah? you want it harder?”
“mhm,” you whine, nodding, “give it to me, baby.”
steve thrusts into you harder. your back arches, and steves arm wraps around you, pulling you impossibly closer as his thrusts become more intense.
“right there, dont stop.”
he only grunts in response, catching your lips once more in a needy kiss. steve moves his hand to rub your clit. you shudder beneath him, and a loud, high pitched whine falls from your lips. his hips stutter, his own orgasm caving in on him.
“stevie– so close,” you mewl
“right behind you, honey. cum for me.”
your body trembles and every nerve in your body explodes as you cum around him. the feeling of your pussy spasming wildly around his length makes steve groan. his abdomen flexes as he cums inside of you, and you both surrender to the pleasure. steve shifts his body weight so hes completely on top of you, placing soft kisses on your breast. he rolls off of you, letting out a sharp exhale. you both lay there for a while, breathing heavily.
you break the silence.
“round two in the shower?”
steve grins like hes a kid in the candy store. in sync, you both hurry to the bathroom. the waters already running by the time you step into the sleek, glass walk-in shower together. your tits are pressed up against the cold glass. his hands are squeezing your hips as he presses firm kisses on the side of your neck and down to your shoulder. in one swift motion, he nudges your feet apart with his own, making room for him behind you. the warm water streams down your back, mixing in with the heat of his touch as he delicately slides his length inside you, coating his dick in both your juices from the previous round. you both let out a guttural moan as he bottoms out. steves hands massage the fat of your ass, before carefully spreading you open.
“h-holy shit,” he stutters.
hes hypnotized by the way your pussy grips his dick, “fuck me– ‘s so pretty. sucking me right in.”
one hand snakes back to your hip, the other grabbing your hair firmly, tugging it back against him. steve attacks the crook of your neck, biting it, sure to leave marks the next day. he licks a stripe up your neck before nibbling on your earlobe, evoking a high pitched whine from you.
he pulls your hair harder, “such a good girl. my girl.”
the praise goes straight to your core.
“no idea how bad ive wanted you,” he grunts, “all to myself, ohfuck,” you clench around him, “no interruptions– jesus baby. ‘m not gonna last.”
he loosens his grip on your hair. steve moves his strong, freckled arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock. he pulls you closer to his body, his thrusts turning erratic and needy. wet skin slapping together fills the room. gentle praises are whispered in your ear as steam fills up the bathroom.
a helpless cry falls from you, “‘m gonna cum.”
his fingers begin to work against your clit. you swear youre seeing stars right now. he ruts into you harshly, desperate for you to finish.
“stevie,” you mewl, “ohmygod– oh fuck, im cumming.”
“holyshit, me too, cum with me,” the headlock becomes tighter around your neck.
with the way hes feverisly rubbing at your clit, fucking you so passionately, and how your head has gone fuzzy with how hard his bicep is squeezing against your neck, youre on a whole other planet. you feel the warmth of his cum fill you up as your body shakes, waves of pleasure flowing through you. he gently bites down on your shoulder as his own orgasm crashes throughout him. he slowly eases the grip he had on your neck, planting his forehead against your shoulder. he pulls out slowly, his cum immediately seeping out.
he moans at the sight, “fuck.”
he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight beneath the running water, peppering kisses on your neck.
“i love you so much,” he murmurs against your skin, “i hope you know how much you mean to me, beautiful.”
he affectionately rubs his hands up and down your body, “missed this. missed you.”
years have changed everything, but not this. not the way he holds you like you’re still the only thing that matters.
