cw: makeout, spitting, thigh riding, praise, mean!steve if u squint!
steve is a messy kisser.
intentional, but sloppy.
his fingers threaded through your hair, tugging softly to lull your head back. granting him access earns a groan from him, his cock threatening to pulse out of his jeans, licking into your mouth. he earns soft moans from you, his grip on your hair more desperate. primal.
"c'mere," he breathes, "open."
you oblige, your tongue limply falling between parted lips, waiting for him to play with it. he squeezes your cheeks gently, barely brushing noses as he pulls back from you. he’s cocky tonight, and you know it. he knows how bad you need him.
his face goes mean-serious-pulling back just enough to spit in your mouth. his fingers ghost your flesh, dragging upwards from your knee, softly raking his nails along the inside of your thigh.
you clench around nothing, squirming as his tongue softly strokes against yours, collecting the saliva he’s deposited, feeling it travel between your tongues. his hand moves to hold your jaw, balancing it as he squeezes gently, holding you in place.
you’ve never heard the noises he’s making come out of him before.
his knee bumps between your legs, a silent invitation that you graciously accept. caged beneath him, he holds firm on your face, slowly nudging his knee against your core. mouth forced open, all you can do is sigh, though it forces itself out as a whimper.
“pretty baby.” he coos, barely audible. “such a pretty baby.” he continues, almost mockingly. his words send your brain into a frenzy, dizzied with lust as you attempt to push yourself down onto his thigh.
“this what you want?” he groans into your mouth, lifting his knee up firmly, knocking the head of it into your clit.
“fuck-!” you cry, everything clenching at once. you hear his chuckle as he moves his lips to the shell of your ear, humming softly. “like this?” he asks, large hands dragging down your side, resting firmly on your hips.
“steve-” you try, but it’s too late. the couch cushion envelops you deeper as he presses onto you, dragging your clothed pussy up and down his thigh.
“so fuckin’ desperate.” he manages, though it expels from him out as a strangled moan.
“please-” you beg, his hands quickening their pace. you feel helpless-the agonizing torture of your pulsing clit dragging along the firm denim, clinging to his muscles buried beneath.
“s’okay, sweetheart. know you’re close.” he replies, pulling back to look at you. when he does, his lips are glossy, pupils blown wide at the sight of you. you’re not sure how it’s humanly possible to move you at the speed he is right now, but it’s steve. it’s like he was built for you.
you fall limp beneath him, your breathing staggered. “there you go, honey. let go.” he demands, and like clockwork, you unravel beneath him. your hands fly upwards, desperately clawing at his biceps, those of which are pulsed and tight, using all of his strength to make sure you come for him.
“steve-!” you cry, feeling your panties soak, the stickiness of your release soothing your puffy clit. steve envelops you in his arms, pulling you upwards into his lap, cradling you as he presses soft-quick kisses to your lips.
“did so good,” he coos, “missed me today, huh?” he grins, brushing the strands of hair that cling to your face. you nod dumbly, a soft grin and exhale expelling from you. “always do,” you reply, his fingers searching for yours before intertwining them.
“never gonna have to miss me. always yours.” he replies, sure. certain. “you’re never leavin’ me, and i’m never leavin’ you. you hear me?” he continues, and you know he’s serious.
“never.” you reply with a grin.
he mirrors your expression, swooping you up to carry you upstairs.“good.”
