𝜗୧ I TOUCH MYSELF | Steve H.
Based on the 90s song by Divinyls!
𝜗୧ pairings - bf!steveharrington x fem!reader
𝜗୧ wc - 6.8k ( got very carried away)
𝜗୧ summary - It's been forever since you've seen your beautifully doting boyfriend, so you've come to a last resort decision...
𝜗୧ warnings - angst, p in v, unprotected sex, female masturbation, oral (fem receiving), i hate the word 'pussy' (sometimes), lotta smut, prolonged orgasm, mating press, Steve is huge, praise, no y/n, pre s5 Crawl, not proofread
𝜗୧ a/n - Hii! This is my first post and nsfw fic so a little grace would be appreciated!! These posts are for fun as l am a midnight scenario warrior, so why not put them out for everyone else to read! + BIG DICK STEVE IS CANONN
It’s been weeks since you and Steve have “hung out” or just simply been romantic with one another. Whenever the opportunity arises, he’s quick to flake out or give an excuse as to why he can’t see you. Not only that, but he seems to be more distant and reclusive, which just isn’t like your puppy dog boyfriend at all.
You’ve reached out on multiple occasions to offer some piece of comfort or encouragement for whatever it is that he’s going through, but to no avail, there’s zero breakthrough. Your nerves are on edge trying to figure out what could possibly be his problem. Is he seeing another girl? Was something going on with Dustin? Was he fired? Did you do something wrong? What was his issue?
Just like any other night in Hawkins, Indiana, you’re bored out of your mind. Your brother and sister are at their respective sleepovers while your parents are galavanting around Enzo’s for date night. You were the queen of the house for a max of 3 hours. This felt like a perfect night for Steve to sneak over. The only problem was whether or not he’d actually be up to it.
You’re just a needy bundle of nerves who pines after her doting boyfriend. You stare up at your ceiling in the ambient lighting of the room thinking about Steve. His beautiful face, the way his eyes lit up whenever you’d call his name, and the way his arms flexed so- deliciously in those tight shirts… Your hand clutched at your pillow as you squeal at the thought of him with you right now. Your feet kick against one another.
You tussle against the fabric of your bed as you attempt to distract yourself from Steve. You kick your sock covered feet up into the air as you perch your head in your hands. The make eye contact with a gift that Steve got you at the end of your bed.
Reaching out infront of you, you grab the fuzzy furred carnival bear and bring him to your face. “What do you think it is that’s Steve hiding? What’s more important than me?” You shake the bear as if it'll actually give a reply.
You sigh as you squeeze the bear’s stomach. “Maybe he's out fighting crime, like Spider-Man and Superman…” The bear just stares with its permanently stitched smile. Taunting you. You want to make sense of Steve’s behavior but nothing clicks.
Falling back with the bear in your arms you settle into the quietness of your house. The low hum of your old refrigerator, the quiet tick of your clock, and the whooshing sound of wind hitting against your window. It was too quiet. A quiet that was usually filled by Steve on an empty house night like this.
You needed Steve. Really needed him. To a point of disgust need. You roll to your side, facing your bedroom window. Your brows furrow as your legs cross tightly together. This just wasn’t fair. At all. The ticking clock mocks your impatience and need as you writhe against your bed.
Finally, you lean over and reach out to clasp at your bedside telephone to give Steve a call. Maybe tonight could be the night of a breakthrough. You finger his number out on your landline in a haste to at least hear him dismiss you again. You at least wanted to hear his voice. The line hums for a while with that annoying analog tone. After what felt like an eternity of ringing you finally hear a click.
“Hello?” his voice answers. You scramble up in somewhat shock that he actually picked up. “Uh, Steve? What’s been up with you lately, baby? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Pure silence.
“Just uh– things… You wouldn’t get it if I explained it to you. I don’t mean to disappear on you.” You slouch down against your pillows as you wrap the phone cord around your finger. “I know it’s late but you could try explaining to me, say in about 20 minutes in my room…?” your voice is softer and more sensual as you try to coax him into the idea. “My window is always unlocked for you.” You swallow as your fingers buzz with nerves.
The line hums with that some old annoying Harrington sigh ringing loud and clear through the phone. With a roll of your eyes you sigh back. “I can’t tonight, just not tonight. It’s not you it’s me. I promise.” You hold back the deepest aggravated groan from his dismissal before taking a deep inhale. You can picture him rubbing the back of his neck and somewhat pacing. A noticeable habit of his. With a tightened grip around the phone you politely ask again.
“Steve–, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Could you please drop whatever it is for one night and see your girlfriend?” You can feel the irritation bubbling over inside of you. What could he possibly be doing that is keeping him away. If he’d simply explain maybe you wouldn’t be so peeved. Maybe you could even help him. You and Steve never had an issue with communication so this was more than abnormal.
“Baby, I promise you it’s not that simple. If I could I would. I miss you so much you don’t even understand.” Your face scrunches out of annoyance. Another unexplained excuse.
“Yea, Steve, I wish I could understand.” You slam the phone down with a deep sigh before sinking down onto your back. Once again, dismissed. You were beyond the excuses at this point. You rather he’d simply not answer at this point.
However, that beautiful Harrington smile still lingered in your head. God, the way his hair so effortlessly flowed. Not to mention those sexy hands… you wanted to be mad. I mean you were but also…not? Lust overpowered the thought of you being mad at him. Maybe an equal ratio.
That burning ache in between your legs came back and just as bothersome as last time. You groaned out of annoyance as you crossed your legs together. It wasn’t enough. It never was.
Your eyes fluttered up at the ceiling as you pictured Steve beside you, telling you how he could make it better. Oh, how pretty he’d look.
Just then, the idea came to you. Something you’ve never even dared to try, but at a time like this it was the only type of relief that could soothe the ache. It wouldn’t hurt to at least try, right?
You peered over to your door. Locked as usual. Even if you were home alone you weren’t taking any chances.
Quickly, you scooted underneath your covers. Your hand slithered underneath your blanket and beneath the fabric of your pajama shorts. Your breath was shaky and your hands trembled.
You weren’t sure how to approach it. You’ve heard your friends talking about how sexy and nice it was to masturbate but you’ve never thought about trying it out for yourself. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Your friend’s conversation of how to do so came to mind.
“Start slow and don’t over complicate things. It’s all about you so take your time to learn how to please yourself. That pearl at the top is the sweet spot. Trust me.”
Some bullshit like that.
Slowly, you pushed your hands past your underwear and atop of your slit. The slick feeling of your own arousal coated your index and middle finger quickly. You pushed your fingers further past your lips and toward the pearl of your vagina. You winced a bit.
A trembling exhale escapes past your lips. Your fingers hesitated for a moment, just above that sensitive spot. The mere amount of slick surprised you. You had gotten real worked up thinking about Steve. It was embarrassing, shameful how much you needed him right now. He wasn’t here though, and this ache wasn’t going away on its own.
You pressed your finger further down gently and closed your eyes. A quiet gasp slipped past your lips. It felt strange, yet so good. You move your fingers around experimentally, trying to figure out how to get things going. You circled your fingers back up as you remembered your friend’s words. “Take your time, learn what feels good.”
So you did just that. You kept your finger on the pearl, as your friend would say, until it elicited a sudden “Oh!” from your lips. Your hips shifted under the covers, involuntarily chasing the rush of pleasure. That warm buttery feeling was already building up in your stomach.
You pictured Steve again, not the distant and excuse making Steve you talked to on the phone, but the Steve who would’ve done anything to be touching you like this right now.
If only it was Steve’s hand touching you like this. Teasing you until you were moaning out his name. Your fingers scissor against that one spongy spot that has you seeing stars. The bed creaks quietly as you squirm against your palm. You push your free hand to cover your mouth as your eyes flutter shut.
Your mind swims with the thought of him. Those big, strong, and calloused hands. The way he’d carry you like it was nothing or just manhandle you when you needed him. Fuck, it was too much. You missed him so much. Missed the way he’d say your name like a prayer, breath hot against your neck with pathetic whine in his voice.
“Steve.” You say his name in a whisper, keeping that fantasy of him going. The bear from Steve sits at the edge of the bed, forgotten, staring blankly at you as if judging your pathetic desperation.
Just as you’re about to speed up your pace you hear a faint noise. It sounded almost like… a laugh? Quickly, you pull your fingers from out of your cunt with a faint sop and groan. You turn your head towards your door quickly as your hand grasped at your comforter. As you knew, the door was locked shut.
Once again, another sound but more distinct and loud this time. You turn your head in the direction of your bedroom window to be absolutely startled by the sight of your boyfriend, Steve Harrington. Bashfully, you pull your covers higher above your chest and scold Steve in a hushed tone.
“What the absolute hell are you doing here?” Your cheeks are flushed and you can feel your heart booming against your ribcage. This has to be single-handedly the most embarrassing thing you’ve been caught doing. Second to having your mom catch Steve dry-humping you.
Steve pushes your window up and climbs through the frame. He tracks in mud on the frame. “Hey, you said the window was always– unlocked for me.” He kicks his shoes off next to your dresser before making his way to your bed. “Or were you too busy to remember that?” His hands move to flatten out your sheets before sitting down at the edge of the bed.
He’s wearing that slutty ass radio station sweater that he always wears. Maybe he knows the charms it has on you… You wipe your fingers against the fabric of your panties before placing both of your hands atop of your comforter.
“You said you couldn’t make it tonight. Remember that?” Your brows raise to emphasize your point and half-annoyance. He chuckles before scooting closer beside your feet. His hands come up to rest on your sheet-covered ankle. “Well, as you asked, I dropped whatever it was that I was doing to come see my beautiful girlfriend.” His voice is low and soothing as he flashes a cheeky grin at you. Steve’s hands shift further up your leg as he eases himself into you.
“I mean I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” His voice is teasing with that know-it-all Harrington grin. You roll your eyes as you push your covers back to give yourself a little air. “No, Harrington, you weren’t interrupting anything.” You cross your arms and stare back at him as he begins to furrow his brows.
He looks you up and down before standing up to sit right beside you. His hand rests at your hip as he looks deeply into your eyes, testing how far you’ll doubt his intelligence. “Are you sure, baby? Because y’know– your hand seemed really preoccupied under that blanket.”
You knew you were caught as soon as you saw him at the window, but wow, how straightforward. You scoff before stuttering out a weak explanation. “It was just my leg. Bug bite or whatever.” God, what an awful excuse that was.
Steve rolls his eyes with a laugh. He tilts his head back and runs a hand through his hair. “So what, you have to flutter your eyes and cover your mouth when you scratch your leg?” He leans in closer to your face with fluttering lashes. You can feel the warmth he exudes and see that tempting look in his eyes.
“Shut up, asshole.” You half heartedly shove your hands at his chest.
Steve leans in closer, voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that always makes you weak in the knees. “I’m not shutting up. Especially after hearing my girl saying my name like that.” His free hand slides up your hip, slow and deliberate, fingers curling into the fabric of your pajama shorts. “Sounded real pretty, baby. Real desperate.”
You hide your face behind your hands as you feel your face heat up. “You’re the worst. You ignore me for weeks, blow me off on the phone, and then show up just to embarrass me?”
He winces at that. He totally deserved that, that he could admit. “I know. I’ve been… a complete asshole. And I hate it. I hate making you feel like this.” His fingers trace lazy circles against your back. “I didn’t mean to leave you hanging like that. I just—” He cuts himself off, jaw tightening for a second before exhaling. “There’s stuff going on. Stuff I don’t want touching you.”
You quirk up a brow before fully looking at him. Your frustration softens into concern as you take notice to him. The tired eyes, imperfect hair, and shadows under his eyes. This wasn’t your baby.
“Then tell me what you don’t want me touching. Tell me what’s making you like this. We’ll figure it out. Together, Steve.” You brush a stray strand from out of his face.
He looks away from you, dejected and confused on how to explain things to you. He instead resorts to the ole’ reliable.
He leans into your touch. Just as equally starved for you as you are for him. He looks you in the eye, more needy and desperate for you now. “First…” His lips brush the shell of your ear, voice barely above a whisper. “I think I owe you an apology. A proper one.”
Your breath catches. “Steve—”
He presses a soft kiss just below your ear, then another along your jaw. “You were doing so good without me. Taking care of yourself like that…” His hand slips under your pajama shirt again, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted to. You don’t. “But I think you deserve better than your own fingers, don’t you?”
“Let me make it up to you the way you need.” He places a kiss on the corner of your mouth before pulling back. You turn your face further to the side to briefly reconsider.
He kisses slowly on your neck as his hands find their way underneath the fabric of your night shirt. You easily whine at his touch, hands already clawing at his back for more of him.
His fingers caress slowly against your navel and back before hiking higher up underneath your breasts. You whimper in his ear as you pulled him closer to you. His lips detach from your neck with a wet pop.
Steve moves back to look you in the eye. “Will you let me take care of you tonight, pretty?” He asks the question in the sweetest sexiest tone ever. You could feel your panties clinging to your cunt.
“Thought you'd never ask.” You laughed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed another kiss to your lips. He pulled back just as quickly before leaning back to fully settle himself on your bed.
His hands firmly curl around your thighs to pull your legs from out underneath your blanket. You leaned back against your pillows as you watched entranced by his every movement.
Steve’s hands snaked up from your thighs to your ankles, pulling you closer to him in return. You flinch as you feel the wet path of his tongue sliding down your inner calf. He switches between kisses to wet suckles every other second. A murmur of your name and praise falling from his lips between every kiss of your leg like a prayer.
You move your hand to grope at your breast as you watch his lewd performance. Every movement was worth its own painting. Fuck, he was just so breathtaking worshipping you like this.
“I’m so sorry so for neglecting you for so long.” He leans down to start kissing your inner thigh. You start squirming in his grasp, his kisses becoming ticklish. “Just s’much going on, y’know.” He licks a broad stripe across your thigh. You groan out his name to which he looks down at your pathetic face.
“I wish I could tell you everything, truly, but for now it’ll just have to be like this.” Like a magnetic pull, Steve’s lips begin to drag down your thigh to the junction of where your mound meets your legs. His breath is shallow and almost labored. As if you’ve been going at it for hours.
Without a single word, Steve hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pajama shorts. Yanking them down in one fell swoop, he groans out at the obvious sign of your arousal. The patterned cotton that covers your cunt is seeped through with a damp patch of your wetness.
“Ya’ miss me that much, sweetheart?” his words are wanton as he brushes his knuckle against the patch in your underwear. You reflexively buck up at his touch as you feel yourself melt into his touch. He grips your thighs to pull you closer before fully laying himself flat on your bed between your soft thighs.
Your eyes remain fixated on him as he pushes his face into your clothed cunt. He takes in a deep breath before delightfully sighing. You squirm a bit but he tightens his grip on the back of your thighs to keep you in place. Steve opens his mouth to lewdly suckle on your mound. The whole scene was obscenely depraved.
“Shit, Harrington.” Your hands gravitates down to his flowy locks as he laps at you. Before you know it, his fingers are hooked into the fabric of your panties sliding the bundle to the side. The feel of his hot breath against you makes you wince a bit. He shuffles in a bit closer, his broad shoulders stretching your legs out further.
He starts off with an exploratory lick of your slit. Mapping you out like he’s on a quest. Sure, he’s done this a million times but he still likes to take his time with you, savoring every squirm and pretty noise that falls from your lips. Steve was a man of patience who took his time to figure out what you needed, what you loved.
With two fingers, he spreads apart your folds to lick up and down your labia. Your eyes fluttered up towards the ceiling as you bite at the inside of your cheeks.
“Fuck, Steve-“ Your hand tightens in his hair as you pull him closer to your cunt. “That’s my girl…” His hand pushes your leg further apart as he continues to hold you open with the other. He gives you kittenish licks before fully diving into you with his tongue.
His slow and devout reverence to your body has your stomach doing flips and spins as you whine his name. His worship and hunger for you is leisurely, it’s not a lustful performance that he likes to put on for you.
Your hand rushes to your mouth as you wail out into your palm. He murmurs into you. “Fuck, you taste good.” His tongue flutters over your clit in sloppy circles as he groans at the taste of you. Labored breaths come in and out through the gaps of your clasped hand.
The obscenely lewd sound of his suckles and laps fills your pink-ly decorated room. Your hand remained planted tight in his hair as you squirm and whine against him, seeking to compose yourself and also reach your climax.
Abruptly, he stops and pulls back to look at you. He sits up a bit to get a good look at you before finally opening his mouth. “Holy shit, Im being so rude right now. Your family isnt home, right?” You’re slightly taken aback by his concern before shaking your head. An amused smile replaces your confused expression. “No, no, I have the house until 11.”
He hums in reply and sits up straight to pull his sweater from over his head in one fell swoop.
You take notice to the patch of hair in the center of his hair. With wide eyes and an adoring stare, you stick your hand out to feel up his chest. Your hand trails up from his navel to the soft patch of curls on his chest.
He looks down and places a hand on yours before bringing it to his lips. “God, what would I do without your pretty self?” The plump feel of his lips causes you to swoon over him as he presses reverent kisses to your knuckles. You smile as you make eye contact with him. Damn, it was something about those big brown eyes of his. You could just stare at him forever.
The tenderness in his gesture made your heart ache in the sweetest way, a strong contrast to the filthy ache pulsing between your thighs.
He lets go of your hand to slide his hand up your sides, pushing your pajama shirt up and over your breasts. He leans down to press a chaste kiss between the valley of your breasts. He pulls back to fully pull your shirt off your head. He ducks down again, settling himself back between your legs with a smug smile. You could tell he loved being down there.
Before you can give him a cheesy line he’s back to lapping at you. No teasing, no leisure, just straight filth from his mouth. Only this time, he’s preparing you for later. The obnoxious and straight pornographic sounds that flow from his mouth cause you to arch your back up in delight as he goes to town on you. He pulls back with his nose nudging your lips as he looks up at you.
“Are you gonna cum on my face or are you gonna be a good girl and wait?”
Your breath hitches. The filthy words of his question have your cheeks flushed and your body hot. His eyes bore into yours, telling you to answer his question. His lips glisten in the low light of your room.
You swallow slowly and murmur out an answer. “I’ll wait on you.”
He smacks your inner thigh and flashes you a smile. “Atta girl.” He slides two thick, calloused fingers in you without warning and curls them slowly. You squeal out his name as you grip your hand in his hair. When he finds that spot that makes you see stars he doesn’t tease, he strokes it relentlessly.
You sound like an absolute porn star at this point. Moaning and gasping for air like this was the movie of your life. Steve’s tongue wasn’t helping at all either. “Steve, please- oh my fuck…”
He pulls up long enough to look you in the eye. “You close already, princess? Been needing me like this, huh?” His fingers scissor out as he watches your face contort at his doing. He moves his thumb lazily over your clit as you turn your head to the side.
“Every night.” You mewl as you try to get your thoughts straight. “Needed you so bad, Steve-” You arch into his hand as he continues his torture.
He leans down and kisses your cheek, almost apologetically. “It’s okay, baby, I’m right here. Not going anywhere tonight.” And just like that he’s back on you, mercilessly. His mouth desperately sealed to your cunt with his fingers instead gripping your thighs.
The sweet and melodic symphony of your pleasure is more than arousing to Steve’s ears, it’s thrilling. It’s an ego boost that he can’t get enough. A boost that he’ll keep driving towards until you can’t take it anymore. His sweet doe eyes meet yours once you finally muster up the control to look down at him.
The look of his smug smile has your head in a whirl. A whirl primarily because of the sense of his plump lips suckling and lapping at your cunt. You let a muffled moan as you wrestle your legs against Steve’s grip, but as always, your attempts ate futile.
You take a moment notice to look at Steve’s position as he grinded his hips against your bed. You knew you got off on having you like this but this was new. Maybe it was the depravity of not having you. Either way, it turned you on further.
He takes his time shoveling your pleasure out on his tongue. Swirling and tonguing down your center until your knees buckle in weakness. He takes a moment to adjust his posture as he wraps his arms around the base of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he does. The warm feel of his biceps curled around your legs has you in a sensory overload.
You can feel that oh so familiar tight coil building up in your belly. “Steve…” you drawl out his name in a moan, your hand slithering down to grip his hair as he keeps pushing you. His fingers dig into your thighs as you buck your hips against him. “Yea, pretty girl?” he murmurs in between your lips.
He pulls away with a wet pop. His face is absolutely smothered in your essence and the drool of his own saliva running down his chin. Even then, his hair is somehow still perfect. You’re almost a little jealous.
Looking up at you, he gets this pussy drunk smile upon his face. His eyes are locked on yours with a lust-filled gaze. “Hey, I didn’t-” he cuts you off. “I know, baby, you’re far from done.”
He sits up and runs a hand through his hair, setting it perfectly back into place. “I want you to come around my dick. Been too long.” You widen your a bit at the casualty of his words.
He completely untangles himself from you before sliding off of your bed. You keenly watch him as you close your legs together, the cold air making your most sensitive areas quiver. You cross your arms together together to warm yourself up.
You take the opportunity to shimmy your self out of your panties and kick them off to the side. You were entirely his for the night at this point.
A loud clank of the belt causes your attention to shift back to Steve. His prominent bulge peeks from the unzipped portion of his pants.
You quietly gasp as you scoot yourself back into your pillows, eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s attention. He makes quick work of his pants and kicks them to the side where his sweater lies. Turning his head, he looks toward you with a smug smile.
“You think you can handle me tonight, sweetheart?” You pat between your legs with a slight nod. “Don’t be such a tease.” He scoffs as he turns to you in his almost full glory. A tight pair of black boxers do little to hide the absolute girth that he was packing.
He walks over to your bed slowly. You can tell just by the way he moves that it’s heavy. You tuck your lips in between your teeth as you watch him move closer to you. His big doe eyes stay on yours, making you melt without any effort.
The smell of him is purely intoxicating. That strong aroma of wood, vanilla, and something so uniquely him. The intimate and close atmosphere made every detail of Steve Harrington stand out. You could drown in it- in him and never get tired of it.
He crawls onto your bed, his knees sinking down into the mattress with a slight creak. The sound echoes in the quiet of your room, mingled with the shared breaths between the two of you and the wrinkling of sheets.
Steve keeps his eyes on you. They're dark and wide but with a tender look that almost seems apologetic. His hands move up your thighs as he takes his time to memorize every curve, dip, and inch of your body.
His hands stop at the underside of your knees. His grip tightens before pushing your legs back, folding you open to his view. Your thighs are pressed against your chest until you're completely bare to him. The stretch burns in the best way. A way he could have you in.
His gaze remains on you with that smug grin he always parades around with. He takes notice to your shaking. A hand cages in beside your head. “Cold or are you nervous?” He leans his face close to yours.
You shake your head with a shaky laugh. “No, just wish you'd hurry up.” Your hand comes up to rest against his neck. He hums, pleased with your response.
His eyes drop to your lips then back up to your eyes. The distance between you two is closed with the sensation of his lips against yours. The kiss is slower, deeper, less frantic and more deliberate. As if he's savoring the fact that neither of you are going anywhere.
His tongue moves lazy and possessively against yours. You melt into him with a shared moan and a tug to his perfect hair that has him bucking into your thigh. The drag of him is hot and heavy against your skin. You use your foot to nudge him closer to you.
He pulls back from the kiss with an deep exhale. His pupils are blown wide and more expressive than before. “Easy–, wanna take my time with you, baby.”
His hand slides down between the two of your bodies, hooking into the waistband of his boxers. He pulls down the fabric just far enough. Far enough for his dick to spring out against your thigh with a plap. You look down and can't help but stare in awe, the tip was glistening in pre-cum with veins running up and down the shaft. The sheer size has your core clenching.
He gives himself two quick pumps before pressing his face in your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin. You crane your neck to give him further access to you. “Steve…” you moan out his name as you push a hand down his back.
His lips trail down from your neck to your collar bone. Peppering small here and there kisses as he prolongs what you need. His lips linger with a feather light touch. You arch up towards him, desperate for more.
“Please, Steve.” you whisper. Your voice is needy and breathy as you try to get him back on track. You can feel the slick ache intensifying between your legs.
He finally lifts his head. His eyes shift up and down as a slow and wicked smile comes to his lips. “Patience, sweetheart.” He drops a hand to trail down your side.
His fingers come down to tease your entrance. “Just so wet.” you wince before accepting the feeling. He pulls back to take a good look at you, the mess you are really.
Your hair is scattered across your pillows in a heavenly blight. Sweat piles up just above your eyebrow and below your hairline. Then your chest heaves up and down in a way that accentuates the perkiness of your tits. He just wants to grab all of you right. At this exact moment you were a goddess in Steve Harrington’s mind. You always were to him but in a more lustful light than usual.
He grabs your ankles gently but firmly before fully settling back in between your thighs. You're exposed and vulnerable, but his heavy gaze on you makes you feel worshipped. He presses your knees up towards your chest, putting you in a tight mating press.
The stretch in your hamstrings almost burns as he pushes further. You whimper a bit as he settles himself. He leans in, his chest pressing into yours with his chest giving you this delicious friction against your tits.
He presses further as he takes a hold of his dick, lining himself up carefully with your entrance. He nudges the tip up and down your slit with a smile as you writhe underneath him. “Stop being such a tease, Steve.”
His eyes meet yours. “Ive got you. Just be patient.”
Well it's a little hard to be patient when your boyfriend has had you touch-starved for God knows how long.
The top nudges itself in slowly creating this wet sliding sound. Your head falls back as you grab a hold of his shoulders. He slides in with a groan. The stretch is hot and hot, bordering on overwhelming from the sheer size of him. You moan out as you look down to where you two meet. Your eyes quickly shoot back up to meet his.
“Too much?” he looks back at you with a frown of concern. “No, no, not enough.” He nods before sliding in further. He's deliberate and precautious with how far he pushes you. Last thing he wants is to hurt you.
He sinks deeper and deeper, letting you feel every blissful inch until he's fully seated inside of you.
The feel is intense and deep. He's never has you positioned like this before, but thank God he did. It was a brand new feeling that had stars shooting beneath your eyelids. Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to the new amount of fullness you were never able to reach before.
“Fuck.” he mutters as his head drops. “Feel so goddamn perfect like this.”
He pulls back just the tiniest inch before rolling his hips towards yours. It's a slow grind that has a broken moan falling from your lips. You toss a hand behind your head as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure he's giving you.
Every drag of him lights you up from the inside, the pressure building fast and relentless in this position. You’re completely surrounded by him—his scent, his warmth, the flex of his back muscles under your calves.
He slowly builds up his pace to a rhytmic pattern of thrusts that have your headboard rhythmically slamming against your wall. It almost sounds like it's own beat.
“You like that? Like when I fuck you like this?” His voice is cocky and full of its usual bravado. He pushes your legs further back until they fold in. You take the opportunity to place your feet on his shoulders.
Slick splatters down from the heavy thrust of his hips. You can feel the tip kiss your cervix with every rough pass of his hips. The room just echoes. Echoes with the shared labored breaths and whines from the both of you. The wet skin on skin plaps overpower the sound of anything else though.
“I got you too stretched out to speak?” He pulls out leaving just the tip in before driving himself back in. It elicits an overly load moan from you. Your hands dig further into his back as you try to form some coherent thought to respond to his filth with.
“Or is my pretty girl too shy. Maybe you didn’t need me that bad.” It was very much the opposite. His pace is relentless and merciless as he keeps your legs pushed beside your head.
You want to say something so bad. Something to throw him off his high horse, but the way he’s bullying your pussy with the sheer girth of his dick had you at a loss for words.
“Steve-” you look up at the ceiling as he continues his punishing pace. He smirks before burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hand moves from the underside of your leg to the dip of your waist as he sucks at your neck.
Fuck, he really was trying to kill you tonight. “So-tight and warm. Just for me. All- for me.” His words are muffled in your neck as he holds you close. The strength of thrusts never let up though. You can hear the way your cunt
“Can’t believe I had my pretty girl-,” he thrusts again with a grunt. “touchin’ herself like that.” he's rambling off desperation at this point. Your hands claw at his back as you gawk at the ceiling.
“I mean your just soo… gorgeous. God, I love you” His hand slithers down from the dip of your waist to the supple flesh of your ass.
His lips clamp down on yours as he ruts further into you. You can feel him bottom out with each every thrust, stretching you out to a point of no return. He can feel the way you tighten around him, pulling him back for more. It's a heady feeling he can't get over every time he's with you.
The taste of his mouth lingers of you. You can taste your own arousal and desperation off the sloppy movements of his lips against yours. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist to hold you closer, tighter.
A particular hard thrust has his mouth agape and deeply exhaling into yours. You let out a loud–
You're close this time. That warm and tight coil in your belly unwinding more and more with each rut of Steve’s hips into yours. Plus the occasional tremble of your leg against his back that has you curling your feet against him. “That’s my girl, taking me so well-” his pace stutters a bit as he can feel own climax impending.
The slow, deep roll of his hips has you jolting against him. He was always big, something you were acutely aware of the first time you two had sex, but tonight he was way thicker. You could feel every twitch and scathing inch.
“Wanna fill you up so bad.” he drops his forehead to yours as he keep pushing. You clench around him and his fingers are tightening around your body. “Need ya’ to cum on my dick.” His hips roll against once more before he erratically speeds up his pace.
“Steve–, fuck, right there.” your head lols to the side as he mindless fucks into you.
His fingers come down to rub against your clit, making sure you finish before he can. Just like that your whole body seizes up.
Your hands scratch at his back as you sob out his name. “Fuck “ you clench down on him as white hot pleasure erupts from your core.
He follows shortly after with one final thrust. He quickly pulls out with a grunt. You gasp out at the the loss of him. You watch as he cums over your thighs and stomach. Its hot and sticky against your flesh.
Steve sits up a bit to run a hand through his hair. A little messy but it still embodied the look of perfection. The only sound now was the shared deep breathing between the two of you. His mouth was agape as his chest heaved up and down. Sex really was its own workout.
He falls on you with a deep sigh. His arm snaking around to hold you by the waist as he kisses your cheeks. Your hand runs up and down his back as you both try to catch your breaths.
“I really needed that, y’know.” he murmurs the confession into your chest. You pat his back in response. “Trust me, I feel the same.”
He playfully scoffs before rolling you above him.
Your face is just a few inches away from his, basically breathing the same air. His hand comes up to rest at the small of your back while the other toys with your hair, pulling and teasing your ends.
“Never leave me alone like that again.” your hands come up to rest at both sides of his face to emphasize your seriousness
His brows furrow before he scoffs. “I don't know. I thought it was pretty hot seeing you touch yourself like that for me. Love to see it more.”
You punch his shoulder with a suck of your teeth. “Oh shut up you pervert.”
2nd a/n: Yayy!! After two weeks of procrastinating and brainstorming I finally finished!! If you couldn’t tell I got VERY carried away with the oral part. There’s just something about Steve being a munch that does it for me… also some parts are lazily rushed
This fic was supposed to be really short with just oral and maybe a handjob but as you can see, I couldn’t stop myself and just changed direction. I hope y'all like it anyways
Will be working my way through the few requests I have before going on my school… hiatus
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