𝕿𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕯𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖞 | 𝖘.𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘
Master-List Link | FIFTY FOLLOWER SPECIAL
Synopsis: Getting ready for a date, and in need of some advice, you confide in Steve. Who teaches you how to make your date cum..
Word Count: 1k
!Trigger Warnings! - switch steve, (sub!steve at the end) cocky steve. roommate au. oral (M receiving) dirty talk. lots of pet names. use of "dummy" but not in a mean/degrading way.
A/N: WE HIT FIFTY FUCKING FOLLOWERS. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVES
“You okay, Dummy?” Your roommate's mocking voice filled your head, your eyes reluctantly looked over, seeing Steve in a white muscle tank-top, and boxers. You swallowed a little bit, although it was nothing you hadn’t seen before.
You were jittery, very jittery. You were currently getting ready in the bathroom before Steve interrupted. You left the door open so the steam from your previous shower didn’t suffocate you, that is now proving to be a very poor decision.
Steve's muscles flex as he leans against the door frame, eyeing the fact you were nothing but a towel, one of the white clothes tied to hide your nude body, and the other draped over your hair.
“I’m fine, Steve.” You roll your eyes, applying a few strokes of mascara to your left eyelash. You can’t see him, but you can feel his eyes, how they fit on your features, watching your every
“Really? You don’t look fine.” He presses as you shift on your feet, clearly something on your mind. You know he’s not going to go away, and what you worried about has been laying heavy on your mind.
I'll just go for it.
“Steve..” You plead, smacking down your mascara cap on the sink. Steve’s eyebrows rise, displaying that awfully attractive smirk.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” The nickname isn't unusual, Steve’s been calling you that since he moved in, just a little comment to poke fun.
“I have a date tonight, and I-” You pause, locking eyes with yourself in the mirror. You sigh, releasing a heavy breath.
“Spit it out, bug.”
“How do I make someone cum?”
Steve's eyes furrow, his pupils growing hard. It was hard to hide the way Steve himself felt a little jealous, using his mouth on someone else…
“Want me to show you, sweetheart? How to make a guy cum?”
You attempt a smile, trying hard to hide the rosy tint your cheeks are turning, the embarrassment settling in. “Please, Steve.”
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When you asked Steve to show you how to make a guy cum, you thought he would help you demonstrate on a banana, perhaps a cucumber. You did not think of this.
Steve’s boxers had disappeared somewhere on your shared apartment floor, his cock was hard and heavy, a substance dripping from his red tip. You did not expect this, but you would have to take what you could get. Your towel had been replaced with a loose tank top and sleep shorts, your hair still wet, released from their previous prison.
“Alright dummy, take my cock in your hand.”
“Use your hand first, you always want to warm him up. Ok?” You nod, and do as Steve instructs, sliding across the floor till you're settled in between his muscled thighs, you on your knees in front of him.
Steve winces as your palm wraps around his shaft, his fingernails digging into the arm of your red couch. “Stroke me, sweetheart.” Not sure as to what he’s referring to, you pump him once, sliding your flesh palm along his thick cock. Your arousal pools between your legs, surely soaking the fresh pair of panties you had just put on.
“Start from the base, and work your way up to my tip.” Steve moans, his lips parting as you gather his pre-cum. Your fingers run over his protruding veins, to his base back to sliding around his tip.
“You're doing good, dummy. Fuck-” Steve smiles down at you, leaning forward to move a strand of escaped hair behind your ear, “So good, sweet girl.”
“Make a fist with your fingers.” You watch Steve’s face as you do so, leaving enough room for him to guide his own thrusts. He does, sliding his cock in and out of your fist.
You're almost memorized, watching him use your hand, his eyes looking down at you, his lips parting in ecstasy.
“Baby, fuck-” Steve’s groans have you closing your thighs together, blinking up at him with dilated pupils and fluttering eyelashes. “You're doing amazing, gonna cum in your hand, alright? Is that okay dummy?”
“Yeah, Steve. Fuck.” You were taking more pleasure out of this than maybe Steve himself. Sweat runs down his bare chest, and your other hand comes up, sliding down his pecs.
Steve gasps as his cock twitches in your hand, his thrusts speed up, his breaths fanning out as he walks the edge of release.
“Talk to him-,”
“Me.” Steve corrects, his eyes narrowing, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. “Talk to me,” Your mind blanks for a few moments, watching Steve’s fingers bite harder into the couch as he bucks his hips into your hand, his cock twitching, every inch and vein of himself sliding against your palm.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me how good I'm doing, dummy.”
You smile a little, seeing a side of Steve you’ve never quite seen before. The submissive side of Steve, the less demanding and cocky one. You had to say, you preferred this one to its contender.
“You're doing so well, Steve. Are you gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over your stomach?”
“Fuck, Yes, sweetheart.” Steve’s cock twitches as he thrusts a few more times, before releasing a heavy groan, spurts of his release coating his stomach muscles. Your mouth parts in shock, watching Steve’s eyes close as he rides waves of pleasure.
After his ecstasy recedes and his senses return fully, he extends a hand to you, helping you up off your knees and into his lap. His cock is still hard against his stomach as your shorts press against him, not caring if you get some of his cum on its fabric.
“Thank you, dummy. You did amazing.” Steve smiles, his fingers tip tracing your collarbone, to your throat, to your shoulders. You shudder, electricity shooting through you.
“You're not going on that date, right?” Your eyes widened at his words, panic settling in as you jumped up from his lap.
“Oh, my god. I forgot about him.”
Steve laughs, grabbing your arm before you could get any further. “Nuh-Uh. You're staying here with me, let's take those pretty shorts off, I have a few other lessons I can teach you.”
And we're back to cocky Steve.