steve had you spread out beneath him, his thick finger buried deep, curling just right while his thumb worked your clit in sloppy circles. the feeling in your belly was building too fast, && within seconds, your body was already trembling.
“steve s’too much-!,” you gasped, one hand flying down to grab his wrist, trying to slow him. “i c-can’t-hold on-”
steve lifted his head, hair messy and falling into his eyes, lips glistening. “too much?” he echoed, but he didn’t stop moving his fingers entirely, just dragged them slower, drawing it out. “c’mon, sweetheart, you were practically beggin’ a minute ago. what happened to ‘don’t stop’?”
you whined, nails digging into his wrist as another spark shot through you. “feels too good.. m’already close-”
he chuckled softly, the sound warm against your thigh. “yeah? that’s kinda the idea honey.”
before you could beg again, steve sat back on his knees, he reached for his jeans on the floor, pulling the belt free with a familiar metallic clink that made your stomach twist.
“gimme your hands,” he said, holding the leather open like he was helping you with a jacket instead of about to tie you up.
your breath caught. hesitating for half a second, before you brought your wrists together. steve wrapped the belt around them a couple times, threading it through the buckle and tugging it snug. he tested the give with a gentle pull, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles, his thumb brushing over your skin.
“y’good?” he murmured, brown eyes searching yours.
you shook your head. “mhm good stevie”
“atta girl” he grinned as he guided your bound hands up and looped the extra length around a slat in the headboard, securing you there with a few efficient moves. your arms stretched above your head, chest arching, leaving you open and helpless under his gaze.
steve settled back between your thighs, looking way too pleased with himself. “there. now y’can’t grab my hands and try to stop me when it gets too good huh?” he winked, “not that i mind you getting all squirmy.. but i’ve gotcha now baby.”
he didn’t waste time. his finger slid deep inside you, curling perfectly while his mouth latched onto your clit again. you tugged at the belt instinctively as he sped up, the leather holding firm, your hips jerking against his face.
“steve! pleasepleaseplease st-!”
he hummed against you, the vibration pulling another cry from your throat. when he added a second finger and sucked harder, you couldn’t hold back anymore. wrists yanking hard against the belt, legs shaking violently around his shoulders.
steve worked you through every pulse, easing only when your trembling turned to soft whimpers. he kissed up your body, stomach, ribs, the curve of your breast, before reaching your lips.
“told you i’d take care of you.” he undid the belt from the headboard but left your wrists loosely bound for now, flipping you gently onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.
“think you can handle more?” he asked, already pressing against you, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance. “’don’t think i’m done with you just yet”
you pushed back against him, desperate. “dont you dare stop now, big boy”
“always so good f’me sugar fuuck” steve groaned, gripping your hips as he sank in deep. one hand slid up to hold the belt between your wrists like a handle, using it to pull you back onto him harder. “dumb fuckin’ girl huh can’t even move your poor hands”
you could only moan, the angle hitting that perfect spot over and over. another orgasm built fast, your body was quickly oversensitive.
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