Warnings: Smut ( some angst in there. Jealousy.)
A/n: I'm taking my favorite fics from my old blog and putting some on here. I'm trying have a good balance of dark and smutty fics on here. Enjoy!
Not one phone call, not one text message. Not one post on any of your social media accounts. Three hours that Steve was frantically trying to find you.
All his texts went unanswered. All his calls forwarded straight to your voicemail. The last three hours of stress Steve felt slowly began to piss him off.
Steve loved that you were independent. That’s what drew him in like a moth to a flame. Your ability to be carefree but also chew someone the fuck out if they stepped out of bounds with you. Your brattiness and your mouth. Your need to always run it was the cause & reason behind most of his hard-ons.
But when it came to him being your Dom, the rules were set in stone.
Your brattiness and your mouth. Your need to always run it drove him wild. He wanted you to be a good girl and listen to Daddy’s rule. But at the center of your core, you loved disobeying him just a little.
Steve was a patient man. He was always gentle with you. He never wanted to pressure or control you. Which was what was confusing him? Why would you up and disappear like this?
Steve traced your phone to some hole in the wall club in Brooklyn. He mounted his bike and sped across the city to get to you.
The club reeked of cheap booze and cigarettes. Steve hated bars and clubs. You knew that so why would you purposely disappear to one.
Steve stalked his way into the bar. The dim lighting made it hard to see. The music was too loud and the people were too wild. Every step he took deeper inside the bar only chipped away at his resolve a little more.
Steve went up to the bar, hoping someone working at the club recognized you.
“Yeah, some guy just asked her to dance. She’s over there somewhere.” The bartender pointed to the dance floor where you were throwing it back on some dude.
Steve stomped over to where you were letting some random guy touch your body. Steve only saw him touching what belonged to him.
You were suddenly turned back from your dancing, only to see a very upset Steve standing in front of you.
“I’m not happy with you right now.” Steve's voice was low and steady. He was a little too calm. You knew you fucked up when he mentioned not being able to reach you.
“You didn’t answer any of my calls and not one of my text’s.” Steve was fuming.
“You got a good reason why you didn’t answer, baby? Huh.”
You didn’t speak. You just stood there listening to the anger laced in his voice. You didn’t know if you should be scared or horny. Actually, you felt a mix between the two.
You knew how Steve felt about your safety. Not that he wanted to control you. He just wanted to protect you. Knowing that you were safe wherever you were always set his mind at ease.
Until you decide to purposely turn your phone off and leave without saying anything. That’s where you screwed up.
“We’re leaving now.” With a tug on your hand, Steve led you right out of the little hole in the wall you made your residence in.
Steve placed your helmet on your head. Making sure the straps were secure enough before mounting his bike.
You held on tight as Steve zipped through the busy New York Traffic. He pulled his bike into the garage, mounting off the bike pulling you along with him to the elevator. Steve punched the button, waiting for the doors to close.
The ride up to your shared floor was quiet. You knew you’d pissed Steve off. He hadn’t said one word to you since he pulled off from the bar.
The door slammed roughly, causing the photos littered amongst the walls to shake.
You followed Steve back to your room. Steve sat on the end of the bed. He took his boots off, placing them to the side. He knew your mind was racing, trying to figure out what your punishment would be.
“Strip. The only thing I want to see on you is your panties."Steve pointed to a spot that he wanted you to stand in while you undressed.
You tried to turn your back to him. But he wasn’t having it.
“No need to be shy now. You weren’t shy in the bar earlier.” Steve was growing more irritated by the second.
Once you remove your clothes, you stand there watching Steve. His face was unreadable. You didn’t know what your punishment would be.
It felt like forever had passed before Steve spoke to you. He stared at you while you waited anxiously for his next command.
Steve spread his thighs, motioning you over to him. “Lay down. This is a little reminder. So next time you don’t forget what you have waiting at home.” Steve's hand came down hard on your ass. The smack of his hand jumped across the room.
You tried to hold in your yelp at the first hit. You didn’t want Steve to think you were enjoying this even though you were.
“Don’t be quiet now. Any other time you’re mouthing on.” You whimpered when his hand came down on your ass again.
“Daddy’s been real patient with you tonight. You didn’t answer any of my phone calls *smack” or texts. “He growled.
"You didn’t follow any of the rules. That’s a big no no baby.” Steve spread your legs, looking down at your soaked core. He couldn’t believe you were already this wet. Seeing you like that only drove him even further.
“And you were giving another man what only belongs to Daddy.” Steve sucked his teeth as he thought back on your behavior.
“How do you think that made daddy feel? Huh?” You were a mess, tears began to gather in your eyes. Steve’s hand was steady after every smack he would rub your tender skin. His voice was taunting.
“It- it made you feel bad.” You sobbed out over his lap. You were ready to burst just from his hand on your ass.
“You're right, it did, baby. Daddy didn’t enjoy seeing you letting someone else touch you.”
“But you won’t do that again, will you, baby? Answer daddy.” his voice was soft and gentle suddenly. Like he knew you wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“No I won’t. Never again. I’m yours. All of me is yours.” You cried out, spreading your legs further apart.
“I think you learned your lesson.” Steve laid back on pulling you along with him.
“Now be a good girl and get to work.” He retorted.
Steve placed his hands behind his head. It drove you wild when you rode Steve. The way he looked at you made your skin feel like it was on fire. It was a reward after the roughness on your backside.
You were still sensitive from Steve’s spanking. Your skin burned a little with every moment. You threw your leg over sitting down slowly across him.
Steve noticed that you were a little sore. He made a mental note to rub you down with aloe vera after.
“Wanna see you wrecked while you're riding Daddy’s cock.” Steve pinched your perk nipples. Your head flew back at the pinch of sensation.
You were already sensitive due to Steve’s punishment. If you rode him like you wanted, then this wouldn’t last long. You placed your hands over Steve’s chiseled chest. Laying the palms of your hands down, you sunk down onto Steve’s long girth.
When you bottomed out, you and Steve moaned out in unison.
Steve was in a blissed-out haze. He watched with hooded eyes as tried to control his breathing. You were already wrecked and all he did was smack your ass a couple of times.
You had your sub space, and he was in his blissed-out Dom space.
You picked up the pace. Rocking your body back and forth, grinding down hard. The drag of Steve’s cock inside you knocked the air from your lungs.
Steve’s gentle side began to shine through. His rough exterior you previously saw melted away. The side of him that told you he loved when you rode him and how cute you looked when you came.
He looked at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky. This was the side of Steve he only gave to you.
The rest of the world saw him as a man of strength and honor. He was those things, but he also wanted someone to take care of him the same way he took care of you.
The only sound that could be heard was yours and Steve's skin connecting as you bounced up and down of his cock.
“Fuc- fuck baby. Keep going.” Steve pulled at your nipples.
“You love riding Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” You could only nod your head quickly, your voice was completely gone. You loved when Steve got like this. It only meant he was close to cumming.
“Are you close to baby? Daddy’s ready to cum.” He wrapped his hand around your hips, thrusting up into you. Pulling you down harder on his hips.
“I-I I’m ready daddy. Fuck.”
“Come on baby. Soak daddy then.” The way he commanded you to cum. Only strengthened your orgasm.
One moment you could hear Steve crying out and the next you heard nothing.
You woke to a warm towel being rubbed between your legs.
“I brought some aloe to help with the soreness. Once I’m done cleaning you up, I’ll rub you down.”
“You’re too good to me. I’m sorry for running off like that. I just had a shit day.”
“It’s okay Y/n… You just scared me there for a moment. I wanted to make sure you were good and you didn’t answer.” Steve couldn’t help but worry. He worried that you would wake up one day and realize you didn’t want him.
You knew him like that back of your hand.
