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stevierogersbabygirl · 2 months
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no lube, no protection, all night all day, from the kitchen floor to toilet seat, from dining table to church, while i gasp for air and scream the lord’s prayer, he can top me.
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stevierogersbabygirl · 2 months
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Teacher's Pet
Professor!Steve Rogers x problematic reader
Run-through: You were never a diligent student, but ever since professor Rogers noticed, his teaching methods changed your grades forever.
Warnings : mentions of divorce, daddy issues, drugs and alcohol
Themes : Slight angst, smut (cock warming, clothed + vaginal sex)
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Your parents divorced when you were 12, giving your mom sole custody of you.
Your father was abusive, he'd emotionally abuse you and never be there for your emotional needs, and your mother tried her best to raise you alone.
But life was hard growing up without a father figure.
You were now 22, and things did not get any better.
You were friends with the wrong people, who were only interested in drugs, alcohol, and lots of sex.
You'd join in, skipping college just to do those activities, and your group was so notorious that the whole campus knew about it.
They were unable to do anything about it, as some of the guys from your gang had parents who had donated to the college for years.
It was almost the first day of the second semester in college, and you and your group planned to go as you guys always went on the first day.
You got bored during most of the lessons, until one class.
A professor resigned and was replaced by a guy named Dr. Steve Rogers.
Holy fuck, he was so hot. From his properly styled blonde hair to his beautiful blue eyes accompanied by long eyelashes, to his pretty lips, to his height, to his abs and biceps.
Suddenly you wanted to attend college again.
Once you were out of his class, you went to your gang and gossiped all about him.
They'd tease you that "Y/N will one hundred percent fuck him for grades", or "Go suck his dick after class". You laughed along with them.
Your crush on that man started to develop more and more, as you attended his classes, and only his classes.
Before and after he taught, you'd always be with your gang, somewhere else, doing something terrible.
But you just had to be in Steve's class for the eye candy.
Unfortunately, though, Steve was teaching one of the harder subjects, and your grades remained the same.
One day, Steve called you after class ended, into his office.
You excitedly went there, fighting back a smile while walking.
You went back into character before knocking on the door, and he went to open it, and you instantly noticed a slight frown on his face, while inviting you to sit down.
After you sat down in front of his desk, he went behind the desk to sit on his chair.
"Y/N, we have to talk about your grades." He said softly, with a concerned look on his face.
You were so mesmerized at first by his beautiful self, that you didn't say anything leaving an awkward silence between the both of you.
"Y/N?" He asked.
You knew this would end up like other meetings about grades. You knew you'd just fail again and didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of a man like him.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I will work on them soon, I have to go now, bye!" You said rather sheepishly, getting up and slowly walking towards the door.
"I didn't tell you to leave." He said in an authoritative voice, causing you to embarrassingly hurry back into your chair.
"Y/N. This is a serious matter, and I've heard of how other professors seem to fail to help your grades." He said in his deep, slightly intimidating voice.
The thought of Steve talking about you to other teachers instantly made your heart flutter, but you had to focus on his serious words.
"So Y/N, I've come up with a strategy. Meet me at my house this evening." He said, handing you a piece of paper with his address on it.
You looked at it in surprise.
After the meeting, you skipped the next class to be with your friends, and they'd have their chitchats but it felt like background noise.
All you could think about was the paper.
Throughout those hours, you wondered what Steve wanted to do about your studies, at his house.
Why would he even invite you to his house?
That's when you had sexually intrusive thoughts, imagining Steve doing the most sinful, sexual things to you, and it made your underwear dampen on those occasions.
In the evening, you walked through his neighborhood to find his house and you finally did, knocking on the door.
Steve opened and invited you into the living room.
You sat on the opposite side of him in the dining room.
After some small talk and as he served you some cookies, he said something rather interesting.
"I heard about your gang, all the sex and stuff, so can you tell me some things regarding it?" He said while mixing his coffee with a small teaspoon.
Your heart jumped hearing those words come out of his mouth, and you had to remove the brain fog to find an answer to it.
"Oh yeah, sure. Well, I've been hooking up with guys since I was 19, they'd pay me for it, and I'd get pregnant on multiple occasions but unfortunately aborted." You said.
You don't know why you said all of that, especially to your professor.
Steve looked at you with a face that had an emotion hard to detect and took a sip of his coffee, he placed it on the table.
"What was the biggest one you took?" He said casually, looking at you, a smirk forming on his face.
Shock filled your face, and your mouth gaped slightly open.
Did your professor ask that?
But you knew that, if you guys were about to have sex, you'd like it too.
This man knew he was extremely hot.
"Well, 5 inches." You said sheepishly, looking down at your plate full of cookie crumbs.
Steve chuckled, and you presumed it was because of the shyness.
He stopped chuckling and said quieter, "Well I'm 6.5, you okay with that?" He asked.
You looked at him, with your mouth gaped and your brain still processing what he just said.
You eventually nodded, and he patted his lap for you to sit on it.
You eventually sat on his lap, inches away from his face.
"B-but, what does this have to do with the studies?" You'd ask shyly, playing with your hair, making Steve smile.
"Well, since you like sex so much, how about you have your pretty tits out while you sit on my cock, doing all your missing assignments on that laptop you have." He said, smirking and staring into your shy eyes.
No way. No way he just said that.
But this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, lots of girls would do anything to fuck their hot professor.
You nodded slowly, looking hypnotized by his beautiful eyes.
In no time, your shirt would be pulled up, revealing your tits, while your underwear was off, and your skirt was covering your pussy as you sat on his large, fat cock, unzipped from his trousers.
You were shaking, a fog clouded in your mind, while you wrote one of your essays, while Steve had both hands on your waist, watching your every move from behind, occasionally playing with your tits
If you were almost finished, Steve would start thrusting up into you and rubbing your clit, and you knew it was worth it.
Once you've submitted, Steve would bring you to his bed to fuck you fast and, hard, and would plant kisses all over your body, showing you that your work was worth it.
You spent less time with your gang, so you'd always give your friends excuses like your mom gave you extra chores, but you were truly at Steve's house, getting your pussy filled while increasing your grades.
For the rest of the college year, you'd sit on his cock half naked, with him fully clothed only with his cock out.
Sometimes you'd request to have casual sex with him, but he'd always reject it, saying that you needed to do an assignment too, which you unfortunately accepted.
But aside from grades, before you'd start doing your assignments, he'd sometimes ask you to give him a blowjob, usually if he's had a stressful day, and you'd agree, which was so unfair.
You never got sex if you weren't doing your work, and he'd always get sex if he'd simply ask.
But he was the hottest fucking guy after all, how could you say no?
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stevierogersbabygirl · 3 months
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What No One Sees (pt.2)
(Dark?)Professor!Steve Rogers x reader
Run-through: Steve was that one popular professor that everyone liked, and you were closest to him. You'd never predict that he'd be the father of your future child.
Chapter themes: smut, breeding, pregnancy, angst, fluff
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It's a few weeks in, and you were very sure you were carrying Steve's baby. You texted Steve about it, but for weeks he had not replied or even seen your messages. Not to mention the fact there are rumors he resigned from the campus and moved to another state.
You could not believe he'd just run away like that, and you were also in a state of denial that the perfect man you had known for a long time was in reality an ignorant coward.
You decided to keep your mind off it, to focus on your pregnancy.
You were 2 months pregnant.
Because you had the pregnancy symptoms, you've skipped so many days of college, and luckily your college allows you to make up the work that you missed while you were out. Your closest friends were also helping you out with everything.
One day, one of them suggested you to make the court order Steve to take a paternity test, to which you agreed to.
5 days later, it came back positive. Steve is indeed the father of your child.
Knowing that he somewhat communicated with you by taking the test, you'd wonder if he finally read your texts.
Your eyes widened when it says he finally read it, but there weren't any replies.
Frustrated with Steve, you decided to confront him in person, by finding his current location, through online stalking.
It was a Tuesday night and you were in your pajamas, laptop on your desk as you tried to find Steve's online profiles.
You soon got to his Facebook account, "Steven Grant Rogers" and you saw something you'd never expect.
Steve was married.
He was apparently married to this woman named Margaret Elizabeth Carter.
You were in pure shock, eyes widened and mouth gaped to the realization that you unknowingly contributed to an affair.
As you scrolled further down your mouth gaped even bigger.
Steve also has children.
You not only unknowingly contributed to an affair, but your affair partner also has children.
Steve had such a perfect persona and it made you even harder to believe all of this.
You were shocked, angry, upset, and confused, all at the same time.
He cheated on his wife, and betrayed his children to have sex with you.
Steve is a terrible man.
Despite the shocking revelation, it only fueled your curiosity even more about the entire situation, making you want to stalk him even more.
You needed answers.
He has not recently posted, making it harder for you to find his location, until you saw his friends list, hoping they recently posted him.
That's when you saw his friend, James Buchanan Barnes' story from a few minutes ago, of the two of them sitting outside of a cafe, it's full location on display.
Jackpot.
You successfully convinced one of your closest friends to take you to the location, which was in the state right next to where you lived.
Adrenaline was pumping as you prepared yourself to confront the man.
Anger, sadness, confusion were all filling your head as you mentally prepared to confront the man.
But you tried to calm yourself down because stress during pregnancy could've chronically affected your little one's health.
In 2 hours, you've arrived at the cafe and see Steve and his friend sitting at a table infront of it.
There he fucking was.
Months of anger, sadness, and confusion, it will all soon come out, he can't hide anymore.
You went up to him and Steve turned his head to look at you, his face instantly panicked.
"Where the fuck have you been?" You said loudly in anger, making the other customers sitting outside turn their heads towards you.
Steve sighed, and dragged your hand into the restaurant and into the restaurant bathroom. Everyone watched.
His face made it look like you were an annoyance to him. You didn't like his audacity to drag you like that, which fueled your anger even further.
You were both inside the bathroom now, and Steve locked the door.
At that point, your eyes were full of tears and you wanted to choke him on the wall.
He turned to face you, a hint of sadness in his eyes, a tense atmosphere was forming.
You took a deep breath and yelled out, "What is wrong with you?! You got me pregnant and you decide to just leave like that? And then I find out you have a wife and kids and you made me contribute to an affair? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
Steve walked forward which made you subconsciously walk backwards, and soon enough, you were trapped between him and the wall. You immediately looked down, not wanting to see that face.
"I don't like your tone, Y/N." He said, slowly raising his hand to lift your chin.
You slapped his hand away and said, "You think this shit still works, Steve? I know who you fucking are now. I know your true colors. You are just an ignorant, absent father of a man who's also a shitty person! Not just to our child, but to James and Sarah too."
Steve had a hint of sadness in his eyes as he heard those words come out of your mouth. You were still looking down.
You weren't even sure the bathroom's walls were shout-proof.
Steve said gently, "Look at me."
You lifted your head to look at him. You hated how you just obeyed him like that.
Steve took a deep breath, and started talking in his signature soft voice, "I am going through a divorce with my wife because I found out that she has been cheating with me since our marriage started, so roughly 12 years ago. I know doing the same thing does not make me any better, but sometimes bad things have to be done to get a good result, and that good result is you."
You looked into his eyes, your tense emotions disappearing greatly after hearing what he said. You then said, "Then why did you leave?"
"Because I wasn't ready to be a father to our child, Y/N. I also didn't want people to find out about us. I know it's wrong, but I felt that this wasn't good for my family's image. I also don't want our child to hate me after finding out what we did together, and how I cheated." Steve said, holding your hands.
You sighed, the tears finally going down your face as you said, "Can't we just be together, Steve? Why can't you just let her go. You can be with the woman whom you truly love, Steve."
Steve gave you his signature soft smile, and put a hair strand behind your ear. "I also wish for it to be that way. I'm going through a divorce right now, and I promise if it's all over, I'll return to you, and we will raise our child together." He put his hand on your womb, as you both turned to look at it, smiling warmingly.
"And I'm sorry for being a coward, Y/N. It was irresponsible of me. We will be together, I promise." He said, caressing your cheek.
It ended with a big hug and a deep kiss.
And he kept his promise.
Three years later, you've graduated from college and got a high-paying job, while Steve worked a new occupation which was also high-paying.
You guys were newlyweds with your toddler daughter, whom you collectively agreed on naming Stephanie.
Stephanie Anne Rogers.
The wedding day included a ceremony where both of your friends and families were invited. It took a while for both sides of family and friends to accept the fact that it all started as professor-student.
The wedding consisted of happy tears, funny photographs, and delicious food.
It was a day after the wedding, and you both reminisced about it, laughing at the memories of the wedding.
You, Steve and Stephanie were sat on the couch in comfy clothing, looking at the wedding pictures' book.
"Look at Bucky in this picture!" You said, pointing and giggling at his dancing pose. Steve turned to look at him and decided to stand up and impersonate him, making you laugh even more. Stephanie, with no clue what is happening also started laughing, way harder than you did. You and Steve looked at her with smiles as she couldn't stop. Kids being kids.
When it was finally night, you and Steve planned something intimate for the both of you, so you both dropped Stephanie at one of Steve's friends', Natasha's house to initiate it.
This was the first time you both were intimate as husband and wife.
You two were finally alone in the master bedroom. He held you tight to him as you both started kissing.
While you were kissing, you both started to undress slowly, until you were both naked.
You smirked and instantly got onto your knees and softly placed your hand on his shaft, stroking in gently. Steve moaned at the contact as he looked down at you.
You'd look up into his eyes, then placed your lips onto his tip and used your tongue to pleasure him greatly, and judging by Steve's frown of pleasure you knew you were doing something right.
You slowly started bobbing your head up and down his cock, toying with his balls, and in no time you sucked faster and Steve also thrusted his hips faster in your mouth.
You then went onto the bed and laid on it back-first, letting Steve finger you as he simultaneously stroked his cock. He'd start with one finger and gradually add more, fingering you with increasing pace and in no time, his tip would be at your entrance.
You both moaned as his cock went in, and you grasped the sheets tighter when you felt the size. He'd first go with slow thrusts, making you adjust to his size, and you'd beg more and more until he went harder and faster, as you rubbed your clitoris while doing so.
You came first, violently cumming around him, and he came next, filling your womb with his sperm.
He'd slow down his thrusting, and leaned forward to kiss you deeply, his cock not wanting to leave you.
"I love you, Y/N." He said, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then looking down to look at you with a soft smile and love in his eyes.
"I love you too, Steve." You said, also with love on your face, lifting your hands to adjust his head to kiss you deeply.
You eventually got pregnant, again.
Stephanie was going to be a big sister!
The baby was a boy, and you eventually decided named him Scott.
Scott William Rogers.
Your life has become so beautiful.
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stevierogersbabygirl · 3 months
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What No One Sees
(Dark?)Professor!Steve Rogers x reader
Run-through: Steve was that one popular professor that everyone liked, and you were closest to him. You'd never predict that he'd be the father of your future child.
Themes: smut, unplanned pregnancy, angst, absent father
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Dr. Rogers was why every girl wanted to go to attend college. He was around 40 years old, handsome, tall, jacked, with pretty eyes, and he seemed very likable too. Not a single person on campus disliked that man.
Every student knew him as that one hot and perfect stranger unless they were in his class, which was like winning a lottery. Girls secretly fangirled him, and he'd even get the female professors to be all shy next to him.
That's what they all saw him as, you knew him as Steve.
When you moved here for college, you coincidentally booked the same apartment on the same floor as him, making you see him a lot. He'd sometimes even offer to walk you to college, and lent you things whenever you needed. He'd even sometimes tell you to visit his apartment to study, and you'd always visit him happily. You weren't sure why he wanted to be closest to you, but you sure were happy with it, especially when you noticed other girls getting jealous.
All those events have made you closer to him, earning you the privilege to call him Steve.
You loved being "Dr. Rogers' favorite student", as your girlfriends labeled you. They noticed how close you were with him and teased you about it, but you just knew they were jealous of all of it.
You've had a small internal crush on that man for how attractive he was, but you knew you couldn't do anything about it because of how wrong it was.
Life was going great overall, as you worked hard and gained good grades in college, and Steve's presence made it even better,
until one day everything changed.
It was Saturday night, and you didn't have anything on your to-do list, meaning you were lazily slouched on your couch in cozy pajamas, binging the latest Netflix series, until you heard a knock on the door.
You sighed, lazily got off the couch and walked towards the door, and opened it, your eyes widened in happiness and when you saw Steve standing there.
"What's up?" You'd ask him, looking into his deep blue eyes.
He looked slightly nervous and didn't reply, instead, he surprised you with flowers which he hid behind his back. He'd take a breath and said shyly, "Bought you flowers."
You looked at it in surprise, and that little happiness was slapped by your common sense. Professors can't engage in a romantic relationship with their students.
"Steve, I'm sorry, we can't-" You said until Steve cut you off closing the door, moving forwards, making you subconsciously walk backwards. He moved towards the wall, making you trapped between him and the wall. Your faces were so close to each other that you could feel each others breaths. Two words, sexual tension.
"One night, Y/N. We can keep it a secret." He said, his ocean blue eyes looking deep into your eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't." You said, backing further into the wall nervously, expecting an angry response.
He sighed, backing his face away as you felt the tension loosen. "I've been interested in you since the first time I met you, you're just so beautiful, Y/N."
He paused to look into your confused eyes.
"I know you want me too, doll, and I know this gets past so many boundaries, but what if it's all a secret? One time chance, Y/N." He said, making you pause to think.
You sighed. "But if someone finds out I don't know what I'd do." You'd say with fear in your eyes staring deep into Steve's eyes.
Steve smirked, leaned in on your ear and spoke, "And that makes it even hotter, doesn't it? The thrill of being caught."
You blushed at the thought and smirked a bit, and in a few seconds, you'd cup Steve's face with both of your hands and had a deep kiss with him. He'd lift you by your ass as you both kissed. He moved both of you onto the bed and broke the kiss as he gently placed you on the bed. You'd both quickly undress, and by the time you saw his size, you knew you wouldn't be regretting all of this.
You were lying back-first onto the bed legs on Steve's shoulders, and Steve was on the floor, crouched down onto your pelvis, and stuck his tongue out to lick your clit, all while staring at you deep into your eyes.
He'd lick up and down your slit, until he eventually went in, using his skillful tongue to pleasure you. You grasped on the bedsheets and did so even tighter when he'd hit the right spots.
You eventually came, and he smirked as he got up, crawled onto the bed, and kissed you deeply. He'd use his hand to position his cock onto your entrance, and in no time he'd be stretching you out deeply. None of your previous partners have quite had a size like him.
He started with slow thrusts, his head on the side of your face, occasionally kissing you. When he knew you could handle it, he went faster and rougher, occasionally choking you.
The sounds of moans in the room were horribly sinful. You eventually came violently around him, and he came next, coating your womb with his seed.
Your mind went into a blur and you could only remember being in a deep sleep afterwards.
The next morning, you woke up naked beneath the thick blanket and Steve was not beside you. You could not believe you just fucked your professor last night and had to live with that guilty feeling.
Every time you and Steve saw each other, you both knew you had to keep a distance from each other, so you did not really interact for a while. People noticed this, raising some questions from your girlfriends, but you'd always give random excuses that you didn't really think of. You wondered if it was obvious that you and him did it.
A few weeks later, you were terribly ill. You skipped a few days due to these symptoms, which consisted of puking and missing a period. Oh my god, the realization came.
You took a pregnancy test, and it came positive, so that secret went from being small to a ginormous one. You did not want to abort and tried to accept the fact that you were going to be a mother soon.
You told your closest girlfriends and they promised to keep it zipped, always trying to assist you while you skipped many days of college. Somehow, rumors went out and eventually, the whole campus knew you were pregnant. People would either text you supportive messages, or ones calling you a "slut" or "whore." The only thing they didn't know is who the father was.
Then, you heard news that Steve resigned and moved away.
Just what the fuck is happening?
You wondered how life would be, your studies in risk as you'll raise your new child with their biological father far away.
Pt. 2 is out!!
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stevierogersbabygirl · 3 months
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Forbidden love
(Stepfather!Steve Rogers x Reader AU)
Run-through: Your mother just passed away and your stepfather, Steve fills in the hole he has in his sex life, with you.
Themes: angst, smut, age gap
A/N : READER IS 22
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A month ago, devastating news arrived.
Your mother passed away from a long battle with breast cancer, leaving you alone with your step-father, Steve Rogers.
Your mom gave birth to you as a teen, and divorced your abusive biological father when you were 12, and since then you have cut contact with him.
8 years later, your mother meets Steve, and gets married to him only a year later, and he becomes the man in your life that you've never had.
You've always had a small internal crush on the man. He is handsome, tall, muscular, and has beautiful blue eyes, and you knew all your girlfriends had some sort of jealousy about your father-daughter relationship with him. All of those physical traits would not come into value if it wasn't for his beautiful personality. Never have you ever heard him have horrible fights with your mother, he was just perfect. Wait.. no this is totally wrong.
You should not be crushing on your father figure and mom's new husband like this, so you've never acted out on these feelings, but no matter how much you convince yourself it's wrong, you always feel the same way about him. So incredibly hot.
You could not wrap your head around the fact that it's happened, that she's gone, and you'd never see her again. It's been really tough for you and Steve.
A month has went past and you notice Steve has started behaving oddly, he was trying to get closer to you in a way that was unusual.
It started with walking around the house shirtless to 'accidentally' walking into you showering, all just to see your reaction, which was an uncomfortable frown on your face.
Today you've decided to finally confront him.
It was around midnight, and the reason it took you until midnight was to gather up courage to confront the guy. You were scared if he would react negatively, as that man is generally intimidating, but finally you've gained all the courage.
You stormed down the hall to the master bedroom with heavy footsteps, and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, Steve opened the door and casually asked with that warm smile on his face "What's up?"
You replied, trying to calm down your angriness, "Can I talk to you?"
"Sure, come in." He said, gesturing you to come inside the room.
You'd stand by the door while you faced him, and you started with, "What's up with all of that shit you do?"
He'd smile wider, looking more innocent, "What shit?" oh you wanted to punch that dumb, innocent smile.
"Walking around the house shirtless, confiscating my sex toys, walking into me showering, why? What do you want?" You'd ask, sounding angrier, crossing your arms, which he thought was cute.
"Doll," He'd say, moving to the front of his bed to sit down, patting the space next to him which gestured you to sit next to him.
You subconsciously followed as instructed.
"Y/N, I've observed how you look at attractive men about my age. I've observed how you talk about my attractiveness to your friends, and I've noticed you staring whenever I got shirtless." He'd say shamelessly, with that same smile on his face.
You'd look at him speechless.
"I know you want me, and I want you too." He said, his smirk widening, as he tucked a hair strand behind your ear.
You'd have that same look at him, out of words.
It all made sense now. Ever since his wife passed away, there was a big hole in his sex life, and the only one who can truly fill it, is you.
"Say something, doll." He said softly, in contrast to his words seconds ago.
"Steve.. but my mom.." You said quietly, stuttering a bit.
"Don't worry about her, sweetheart. Enjoy the moment." He said, gently placing his hand on your thigh and moving it upwards and downwards.
You had felt like Steve betrayed your mother by acting out on his sexual urges towards you, but you've also wanted this for a long time.
Your breathing would fasten, as you turned to look into his eyes as he looked back at yours.
"Are you up for this, Y/N?" Asked Steve, as a tent began to rise in his boxers.
You nodded, your underwear getting increasingly wet.
Steve smirked devilishly, pushed you back-first onto the bed, pulled down your underwear slightly and placed a finger on your folds, making you jump a little. He'd massage your folds slowly, and would go faster, using his thumb to massage your clit.
He'd then insert a finger and slowly move it in and out of your walls, making you have faster breathing and moan in pleasure as your hands grabbed the bedsheets tighter. Then he inserted a second finger and went faster, making your breathing a lot faster as you grasped on the bedsheets tighter.
Steve then leaned down to have a deep kiss with you as he fingered you faster, and finally you felt your walls tighten as you came violently around his fingers.
You'd pant a lot, face reddened, as you decided to look at Steve to see him undressing.
In no time his cock was infront of your mound, as he dragged it up and down your folds.
"I want you to beg, doll." He'd say, still dragging his cock up and down your folds, and you'd reply with "Please Steve I'll be a good girl I promise."
"I want you to call me daddy." He'd say, staring deep into your eyes with his sea blue eyes. So you begged with that nickname multiple times, until he decided it was enough and pushed his cock slowly into you as he stretched you out, making both of you moan simultaneously.
He'd first fuck you slowly, occasionally leaning down to give you kisses, but in no time he'd be fucking you faster and rougher, sometimes even choking your neck and spitting into your mouth.
"Are you close baby?" He'd ask between thrusts. You'd reply with a yes and beg even more, which made him fuck you even harder until you came. He came right after, coating your womb with his cum.
He slowly pulled out and enjoyed the little view of his semen trailing out of your pussy. Both of you were panting hard.
You thought at that moment, damn, this will change everything forever.
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