sweet girl
Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: You and Steve are held captive in a bunker under Starcourt, forced to admit secrets and expose yourselves to one another to stay alive.
WC: 6k+
CW/Tags: enemies to lovers, fuck or die trope, dub/non-con (depends on how u view it), language, pet names, somno, toys, oral (f receiving), PiV (unprotected) rough sex, brief anal play, dacryphilia, spit play, cum play, degradation, humiliation, etc.
A/N: okay. fair warning. this is probably one of the dumbest things i wrote back in the height of covidās initial quarantine (because being stuck inside for too long did a number on us all) but it exists, and i got tired of seeing it in my drafts, so hopefully some of yāall like it too lmao
Steve canāt remember how he got here.
Thereās an ache, constant but distant, stretched across the features of his face, spreading across his torso and fading into the rest of his body, but he can barely feel it. Only if he focuses hard enough.
Right now, Steve would rather focus on you, instead.
You, gliding your wet core against his thigh as he tenses up his muscles every now and then, smirking at the whines you squeak out when he does. You, gripping onto Steveās shoulders tightly, fingers digging into his skin while he just sits back and watches. You, practically glowing from the sheen of sweat across your features, sealing in the blush thatās crept across your cheeks long ago.
Steveās definitely more interested in you right now.
His eyes rake over your body as your breasts bounce while grinding against his thigh. He drinks in the way your lips part and eyes roll back while the slick from your cunt drips down his leg.Ā
All Steve wants right now is to touch you, but he canāt. His arms are stuck to his sides and he canāt figure out why. He wants to run his hands across your soft skin, wants to play with your tits and suck on them, wants to make you moan more and more with every teasing moveā¦ and he canāt.
A flash of the ache, sharper, closer now, blurs his vision. He winces, trying to focus back on you, back on how good you look coming undone on his thigh, but again, he canāt.
A sob ripples through you, breaking the string of moans, and Steveās brows furrow at the noise. He goes to speak, to ask if youāre alright, but his mouth wonļæ½ļæ½ļæ½t open. It feels tooā¦ too heavy to open. A wave of fatigue washes over him, slowly making the rest of his body feel heavy, too.
Slowly, your whimpers transform from ones of need to ones of despair. The slight change in tone alarms Steve, and the vision of you in front of him begins to fade in and out.
He tries moving his arms, but they donāt budge. He attempts speaking again, and still, his mouth wonāt open, but a closed mouth groan erupts from his chest the harder he tries.
The harder he tries, though, the more intense the pain grows for Steve. It spreads like lightning within his head, nearly blinding him.Ā
Another sob slips past your lips, but this one teeters on the line of sounding desperate for help, or desperate forā¦ something else.
āSteveā¦ā
Voice still stuck in his throat, he tries his hardest still to say something, anything. A raspy groan finally pushes past his lips.
āSteve? God, Iāmāā You whimper, catching Steveās attention as his vision continues to blur and fade out, his surroundings growing dark. āā Iām so sorry.ā
The pain envelops him now, gripping Steve in a grim reminder of the reality he faced earlier, all rushing back to him so quickly.
The secret Russian base under Starcourt. Getting separated from the group as you and Steve held off the guards from chasing your friends. The guards locking you and Steve away in separate rooms. Theā¦ the screams that echoed down the hall from your room to his, and the way he threatened the guards in front of him that if they ever laid a finger on you, theyād be dead.
They responded with a couple of sucker punches, one good hook to the eye, along with roughing up the rest of Steve. Thatās all he could remember before it all grew dark.
When Steve woke up, it seemed too good to be true. Youād never fuck around with him beyond his dreams. No, the two of you hated each other in reality. The summer was spent trying not to kill each other while working in the same mall. Empty threats and death glares were common whenever the two of you crossed paths.
What you didnāt know was how much Steve actually liked you. A crush he tried pushing aside that only grew by the days that passed by, turning into nights he spent waking up covered in sweat and his own arousal.
It was a dream, the good part, at least. As Steve begins to come to, he remembers everything.
Soā¦ why can he still hear your whines and whimpers? Feel the movements of you rocking your hips against his thigh?
āSteve, If you wake upā¦ do- donāt look, okay?ā You whimper as a sigh shudders through you. Curiosity tugged Steve further awake, though.
Another sigh echoes around him, and he wants to open his eyes despite your warning, but one of his eyes is swollen shut. Still, he pushes himself to open the good eye, the dim lighting of the room barely helping him adjust to his surroundings.
Steve notices the nearly empty room, first. The giant mirror takes up the one wall across from him, and in the dim lights, he squints when he notices movement above him. He first sees the blood covering him, his face swollen in agonizing pain. His gaze falls to the chair heās in, slowly noticing restraints holding him tight to the back of the chair. Panic floods through him as his vision grows steadier, finally adjusting to the shitty lighting.
A figure is straddling him, moving against him, but he canāt feel them. Not fully. Only a second of questioning lasts before a moan tumbles from your lips, realization hitting him like a truckā
Steve spins his head back to the front, eyes falling on you while his jaw hits the floor. His heart nearly beats out of his chest as he notices youāre fully naked, skin prickling with shame and a sheen of sweat covering your body.
Steveās eyes fall to his leg, the one youāre riding, just like in his dream. Only, heās still in his Scoops uniform, with some kind of device strapped to his leg. One youāre furiously rubbing and bouncing against: a strap on, secured to his thigh.
Youāre looking away, tears pricking at your eyes; you know how wrong this is, but you canāt silence the pleasure building within you. Curiosity tempting you, your gaze flicks back to Steve, only to see him watching you in disbelief, swollen lips parted as he began matching your panting with his own.
āSteveā I- I can explaināā
A sharp click and whiny feedback echo through the room, startling the both of you before a voice with a Russian accent follows. āI see your friend is awake, now itās time to play.ā
Steve canāt take his eyes off of you, wondering if this was what started his dream, wondering how the fuck the two of you got into a situation like this.
He watches as you shake your head urgently, clamping your eyes shut.Ā
āI- I canāt,ā You blurt out, hips slowing down. āI wonāt!ā
āYou donāt want us to finish the job.ā The voice counters. āWhy did you stop? You know what will happen to you both if you stop.ā
Tears slip down your face as you open your eyes, daring to look at Steve. He gives a look, almost silently pleading with you to listen to the guards.
āWhatever you have to do,ā Steve whispers, hoping itās quiet enough not to be picked up on whatever communication system they have in the room. āDo it.ā
āSteve, I- Iām so sorryā ā
The voice cuts back in, booming against the walls, āNOW!ā
āI want us to be safe,ā Steve whispers, gulping before he bounces his leg gently, slightly thrusting the toy up into you. You squeak out reluctantly, but it did feel good, especially with Steveās attention on you. āIām here, itās okay.ā
Itās not okay, though. Steve is still fighting off the exhaustion of unconsciousness, still trying to get a grip on the reality before him, but is coming up short with rationalizing in any other way that doesnāt have a terrible outcome for the both of you.
You take a deep breath before rolling your hips again, your leg between Steveās thighs softly brushing against his bulge, quickly growing hard. You glance at him, eyes narrowing.
āYou like this, donāt you?ā You breathe, slowly lifting your hips up on the dildoā a difficult feat with your hands bound behind your backā before gently bringing yourself back down. A groan escapes your lips as the toy reaches deep inside you.
Steve scrambles to say something, at a loss for words, before feeling your own slick drip down the dildo and onto his leg. He glances down at the mess youāre making before glancing back at you.Ā
āYouāre one to talk, sweetheart,ā Steve bites back, causing your cheeks to flush a shade red deeper. āLook at- at thisā¦ mess youāre making on me.ā
You whine and throw your head back, grinding your hips down as you take the entire toy within you while your clit brushes against his leg ever so gently.Ā
āIām supposed to beā ā A moan slips out, stealing your sentence. āI- I have to make you feel humiliated, Harrington.ā
The grave situation the two of you are in is slowly falling away, when all Steve can see is you. He smirks, though it blooms pain across his face, but he powers through it.
āThat so?ā
āTheyā¦ godā¦ they want me to kiss you and I- I canāt-ā
āAre you afraid itāll hurt me?ā Steve wonders, and you shake your head as you try rolling your eyes, but they roll back into your head as he stiffens his leg again, thrusting the toy into you again.Ā
āI- I donāt give a shit about th- that, Harrington. Thatās what they want.ā You whine, glancing over at the mirror. The sight of you riding Steveās thigh was insanely hot, but you were distracted by the guards beyond the mirror watching you. āYou know I hate you.ā
Steve chuckles humorlessly, āDo you? Because your cunt seems to say otherwise.ā
You brush your leg against Steveās erection, earning a groan out of him. āSeems like your cock says otherwise, too.ā
Steve grunts, trying to shift in his seat, desperate to feel any friction against his length. His gaze grows soft, his good eye growing doe-like as he stares at you needily.
āPlease,ā Steve rasps out. āLet me help you through this. When we make it out of here, no one has to know, I promise.ā
You stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to admit heās joking, that itās hilarious how pathetic you look riding a plastic cock strapped to him. He doesnāt. He doesnāt say anything to build the doubt, just waits patiently for your answer while you continue rocking yourself against him.
āFine,ā You finally agree, but as you lean closer to Steveās face, you stop just as your foreheads touch, whispering, āAre you okay?ā
Steve licks his lips as he looks at yours, nodding, āAside from being nearly beaten to death, Iām fucking great. You?ā
You blush with eyes wide, āNot the way I wanted to admit my feelingsā¦ but guess itāll do.ā
You surge forward, lips catching Steveās, and he whimpers into the kiss, mainly from the pain. At first, he can feel tears building in his eyes, the sting lasting longer than he expectedā¦ but he kind of likes it. A sigh shudders through him as the hurt turns him on even more.
āLooks like your friend is into pain, too.ā The voice chimes in, and you bite softly on Steveās bottom lip before tugging gently. He moans, louder this time. āShow him what youāve got, sweet girl.ā
Steve pulls away abruptly before glaring at the mirror for a moment, then back at you, trying to catch his breath.
Ā āFuck that, they canāt call you that. Youāre mine.ā
The sudden possessive demeanor catches you off guard, sending shivers up your spine. Steve slams his thigh against your core, and you cry out as the toy hits your sweet spot just right.
Before you can catch your breath, Steve thrusts the dildo into you again, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your eyes roll back into your head and you feel dizzy from the extreme pleasure.
āTaking it so well, sweetheart.ā Steve murmurs, leaning forward as best as he can to kiss your neck. You whimper as you continue bouncing on the strap, matching Steveās thrusts.
Steveās lips latch onto your skin, sucking and nipping at the sensitive spots in the crook of your neck. You brush your leg against his rock hard bulge, and Steve whines against your skin, responding with another harsh slam into you.
āM- moreā¦ ā You weakly mumble. Steve chuckles darkly at the request.
āWish I could do more, sweetheart.ā He grumbles into your skin, dipping his mouth lower to your chest. A gasp escapes you as you feel his tongue flick out against your nipple. āYou look so pretty when youāre fucked out.ā
All you can manage to get out is another long, drawn out whine, desperate to be able to touch Steve, to have him ruin you in return. The grave situation youāre both in almost melts away around you from the intense pleasure, but every now and then the static over the speakers reminds you youāre not alone.
Following the thought, the door clicks open, startling you from the forced bliss you were in. You feel Steve stiffen underneath you, but still he continues to keep his pace while bouncing his leg for you.
āHmā¦ā A guard you havenāt seen before, one with a thicker Russian accent spoke up as he took slow, agonizing steps towards the two of you. āIt seems weāve underestimated your friend.ā
The guard circles the tangled mess of you and Steve, stopping as he ends up behind you. His hands wander from your shoulders, slowly caressing your arms, and you clamp your eyes shut in disgust.
āH- hey! Hands off of them!ā Steve snaps, but the guard only laughs. Steve feels anger, white hot, building within him.Ā
The guard circles back around to Steve, and your eyes open back up cautiously. You feel yourself almost relax as his touch leaves you, but tense back up as you watch the guard lean behind Steve.
āWh- wait- what are you doing?ā You ask as you panic. The guard smirks before the sound of metal hitting the floor echoes out against the cold, empty walls.Ā
A beat of silence follows before with a swift motion, the guard pulls a syringe out from god knows where, plunging the needle into the side of Steveās neck, catching him by surprise.
You gasp in horror as Steve cringes and hollers in pain, feeling helpless only being able to watch. It only lasts a moment before his head lolls forward onto your chest.
āWhat the fuck are you doing to him?!ā You rasp out, tugging at the restraints your arms were still tightly bound in. Your eyes fall to Steveās head resting on your chest, panicking as you wonder if heās even still alive.Ā
He leans down to Steveās ear, dangerously close to you, as his eyes are still locked with yours. āDonāt disappoint us.ā
The guard backs up, slipping out the door, leaving you stunned and confused. Panic continued to build in your chest; all pleasure had left your body as you worried for Steveās safety.
āWhat just-ā Your eyes dart from the door, then to Steve, repeating a few more times. ā- What just happened? Steve? Are you okay?ā
For a moment, Steve is still silent. You hold your breath, hopeful to hear his own breathing if you listen closely enough, but your heartbeat is painfully loud in your ears.Ā
Itās only a minute, maybe even less, but it feels like an eternity passes before you hear Steve groan. You sigh in relief.
āOh my god, Steve,ā You gasp, pushing yourself forward to try and push him off your chest. āSteve, wake up. Stay with me.ā
A shaky breath rattles out of Steve before he speaks up, voice barely above a whisper. āYouā¦ you wantā¦ thisā¦ right?ā
You nearly choke on air, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of emotions attached to the events unfolding in this underground base.Ā
āWhat do you mean?ā You dare to ask.Ā
āI- I donāt thinkāā I donāt know what that was, b- but I donāt feel sāgoodā¦ā Steve breathes, voice wavering.Ā
Your brows furrow at Steveās words. āYouāre not making sense, Steve. What did they give youāā
You feel the words die in your throat as large, warm hands grip your hips. Steve slowly pulls his head up, flashing a devious smirk your way that makes your heart drop into your stomach.
The restraints holding Steve back had been undone, and whatever the fuck they injected into his veins had a strong hold over him now.
With gritted teeth, Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at you once more. āTell me- tellā tell me youāre okay with this-ā
āWith what Steve?ā You counter, still lost. āWhat are youā look. Just untie me, we can get out of here if we stick together.ā
Gaze still fixated on you, Steveās fingers dig into your skin, gripping you with a desire that reflects in his eyes.Ā
āNot yet, sweetheart.ā Steve murmurs, licking his swollen lips as his hands wander up your body, fingers splayed out as far as they can reach. āWeāre just getting started.ā
Frozen stiffā from fear or desire, you werenāt quite sureā you can only watch as Steveās touch reaches your breasts, wasting no time in kneading. You melt into his touch, groaning, and it only tugs at the ends of his smirk even more.
Steveās lips crash against yours, this time with more desperation and passion. You hear him whimper into your mouth as his tongue parts your lips, probably from the pain he still felt. Still, he pushes past the discomfort, massaging your tongue with his slowly.
You feel the slick of arousal build back up between your legs again, dripping down the strap still inside of you. It seems both you and Steve become aware of it again at the same time, because as you remember itās presence, he bounces his leg up against your core.
Steveās hands grip your hips again, guiding you as you ride the toy still strapped to his leg. A loud moan escapes you while Steve watches you with a heightened hunger.
āYāget so wet so easily,ā Steve husks, groaning as you work to build the pleasure back up within you again. āI bet youād feel so fucking good and tight.ā
Your stomach flips, but youāre so exhausted at this point, you canāt find the right words to keep up your end of the dirty talk.Ā
āSuch a filthy girl, too.ā Steve groans, leaning down to kiss your chest. He trails sloppy kisses across your skin before reaching a nipple, teasing with his mouth as he did before. āFucking a toy to save our lives.ā
You speed your hips up at his words, despite the ache growing in your legs, barely holding you up. If it wasnāt for Steve holding onto you, youāre sure youād collapse onto the floor.
āAnd you thought they wanted you to humiliate me?ā Steve laughs sharply into your skin before biting the sensitive bud in his mouth. āLook at you, being forced to ride my legā an inanimate object on my leg, and youāve been dripping to the fucking floor.ā
āSteveā¦. ā you whine while panting.
āTell me what you want, sweet girl.ā Steve encourages at first, but his eyes grow dark as he grips your throat with one hand, teasing with your breath. āCāmon, use that cocky mouth you were running all summer. You had no problem telling me how much you hate me, honey. Why so quiet now?ā
The combination of the exhaustion and the way Steve is talking to you begins to make you grow weak, overcome by pleasure, and you begin to drool on yourself a bit. Steve barks out a laugh, turned on and disgusted.
āJesus, youāre filthy.ā Steve said lowly, removing his hand from your throat before slapping your face. āDonāt act cock-drunk yet, youāre not even fucking the real thing.ā
While panting, you manage to get out, āIā¦ want it.ā
Steveās brows quirk up, knowing exactly what youāre talking about but he doesnāt give in so easily. His hand snakes down between the two of you, fingers immediately reaching for your soaking, wet core.
You jolt at the sensation of Steveās fingers on your clit, rubbing in painstakingly slow circles. You buck your hips, trying to add pressure, but Steve laughs lowly and pulls his hand back, barely touching your clit.
As you whine in desperation, Steve asks, āWhat do you want?ā
Drained, you let your head loll forward, resting against Steveās shoulder as your hips began to slow and stutter. Your panting is shallow as you feel exhaustion begin to grip you tightly.
Steve groans, shoving his shoulder forward to try and push you off, but to no avail; your forehead still rested on him, feeling your eyes growing heavy.
Again, Steve groans, almost like heāsā¦ fighting with himself. A few moments pass until he strains out, ā... You- you canāt s-stopā¦ā
ā... Hm?ā You hold onto consciousness for dear life, both metaphorically and physically speaking.Ā
Steve tucks his face into your neck, bouncing his leg softly, fucking the toy up into you, keeping you awake as you moan weakly.
āLetā let me take over,ā he murmurs into your skin before kissing it gently. The soft touch of his lips against your neck sends shivers across your body. āD- do you trust me?ā
āY- yes, Steve,ā You answer honestly, though still in a daze.
āJustā ā Steve forces out through gritted teeth before his mouth opens again, tongue darting out sharply to your skin before he bites down roughly. You cry out, feeling slightly alert again. āHa- hang on for me, okay? Iāll take care of youā¦ just hang on, can yādo that?ā
As he waited for an answer, Steve began biting your neck again, sucking on the sensitive skin and soothing over the pain tingling across with his tongue. You groaned loudly in response.
āI need to- to hear you, babe,ā Steve murmurs into your skin before biting once more, harder than the last time. You cry out at the sharp sensation. āTh- theyāll hurt us ifā fuck!ā
Steve inhales sharply, gripping into your skin with more force. You cry out at the pain as he shakes before crying out himself.
Whatever the guard gave him, he was able to fight off for a moment, but now it was just sinking deeper into his veins, taking full control again.
Itās probably too late at this point, but you still manage to blurt out, āI- I- I want you! I want you, Steve!ā
Steve chuckles darkly into your neck before slowly licking a stripe up your skin, leading to your ear, panting heavily into it. āI know you do, sweetheart.ā
In a quick, swift motion, Steve pulls you off of the toy while standing up, spinning you around before forcing your front against the nearest wall. Even through the roughness, the cool, metallic surface feels welcoming against your flushed skin.
With one hand, Steve holds you firmly by the back of your neck while he undoes the clasp of the strap around his leg, letting the toy fall to the floor. He quickly pushes his shorts down as best as he can with one hand before pressing himself against your backside.
You moan sinfully as you feel him, rock hard against your ass. Steve pants heavily while reaching around to your chest, groping your tits roughly.
āMnphā¦ S- Steve, pleaseāā
One of his large hands reaches down to your ass, smacking harshly, earning a sharp cry from you again.
āYouāll take what I give you,ā His voice is gravelly, serious. āUnderstood?ā
You nod quickly, both startled and aroused. āY- yes, Steve.ā
āGood girl.ā
Slowly, Steve kisses down your back, down your arms still bound behind you, before kneeling as he reaches your backside. You shiver under each, sloppy, wet kiss he leaves behind as he inches further and further down.
As he reaches the swell of your ass, he begins biting into the skin, gently, then gradually with more force as moves down.Ā
āSpread your legs, babe.ā Steve murmurs as he pushes your feet apart. He grabs you by the ankles, pulling you from the wall a bit, and you hold yourself up as best as you can with your upper body still against the surface.
āIāve always wanted to fuck this tight, sweet cunt so bad,ā Steve groans into your skin, hooking his arms around your thighs, pulling your ass closer to his face. āBut I wanna taste you so much more.ā
A breath shudders out of you before Steve kisses your soaked folds lightly. He sucks slowly on your folds before delving his tongue between them, collecting your arousal onto his lips.
You push your ass out further, desperate to feel more of Steveās mouth on you, and greedily responds by sucking roughly on your clit.Ā
āOhā¦ oh, fuck,ā Your moans begin to fill the empty space around the two of you. Steve groans into your skin, vibrations adding to the pleasure heās creating with his tongue. āM- moreā¦ god!ā
Steve pulls back, laughing at your desperation while you whine. āJesus Christ, I knew you wanted me, but youāre such a needy fuckinā slut.āĀ
He falls silent for a moment before spreading your cheeks and spitting onto your tight hole. You gasp in shock, knees growing weak as you feel Steve tease a finger around your entrance.
āYāknow, I bet your mouth would feel so good around my cockā¦ā Steve mumbles before spitting again, spreading the saliva around your skin before slowly pushing a finger into your tight ring. Your eyes roll back in your head. āItās a better use than you running it all the fuckinā time. Godā some days I just wanted to- to push you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat to shut you up.ā
At this point you feel yourself begin drooling onto your body again, and Steve notices the mess trailing down onto the wall in front of you.
āFilthy slutā¦ such a filthy, dirty girl,ā Steve groans, slowly fingering your ass. āYouāre gonna cum for me before I fuck your brains out, understand?ā
Before you can answer, Steveās lips are back on your core, flicking his tongue against your clit with precision. All that tumbles out of your mouth are breathy moans.Ā
You look down to the floor and see Steve look up at you, position switched as heās eating you out from the front, still fingering your ass and groping your cheek with his free hand. Though you can only see his eyes, you can tell heās smirking while watching you come undone above him.
Steve adds a second finger into your cunt while groaning at how wet you are, how easily his digit slides in. Your head spins as he continues to finger fuck both your holes while lapping away at your clit. Your legs begin to shake, and Steve lets out a breathy laugh from between your thighs.
āMācloseā¦ā You whimper, flexing your wrists as far as you could between the restraints; you wanted nothing more than to pull on Steveās hair right now, make him moan.
āAlready?ā Steve asks, pulling back from your core with his chin and lips glistening. Heās flashing a fake, mocking pout up at you. The sight makes your pussy throb as he continues fingering you. āI just started playing with you, babe.ā
In your desperation to reach the high youāve been chasing this whole time, you whine out, āI- I promise, you can do as much as you wantā whenever you want!ā
His tongue flicks lightly across your clit, but pulls back, leaving you whining in disappointment. āYeah? This your truce? You finally gonna admit youāve always liked me?ā
You roll your eyes and huff, āSteve, no- nowās not the timeāā
āAdmit it.ā Steve orders, voice low before he spits onto your cunt. You groaned at the sensation of his spit rolling over your clit, adding to the wetness from your arousal. āAdmit youāve always liked me. Youāve always had the hots for me, always wanted to fuck meāā
āSteve!ā
āSorry, right, you wanted me to fuck you.ā Steve teases, driving you mad at this point. His fingers begin to slow, barely fucking you. āJust say the words, sweetheart, and Iāll let you cum.ā
Taking a few deep breaths and rolling your eyes, you give in.Ā
āFine! Fine, okay!ā You yelp out, twitching when Steve sucks on your clit for a second before pulling back again. You felt like you were going to die if you didnāt finally climax.
Whichā¦ yeah, that was technically the truth down here.
āFine? Okay? Whatās fine and okay, babe?ā
You huff, ready to slam your thighs together on his irritating, cocky, pretty head. For a quick second, you almost do, but you remember neither of you are making it out of this room until the both of you climax, all for the guardsā pleasure.
This is so fucked up.
āGod- fuckingāāYou pause as Steve leans back in to spit again, and a moan tumbles out of you. āā yes, okay, I- I- like you, Steve!ā
Smirking, he leans in to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud, just enough to feel good, but not enough to reach that high.Ā
āAnd?ā
āAnd- and- and I really like you, and always have,ā You begin to stutter out. Steveās tongue continues its pace. āIāve always thought you wereā oh, god- youā I want you to fu- fuck me, Steve. Please.ā
Sickeningly sweet, he responds, āAnything for you, sweet girl,ā before delving into your folds again, fully focusing his attention on the spot you needed him the most.Ā
His fingers pick up speed again, and youāre thankful heās got a good grip on your legs, or youāre certain youād fall over by now.
You canāt stop the noises from escaping your lips as he continues his pace on ruining your body in the best ways possible. He hums into your core; the vibrations push you closer to the edge and your eyes close in bliss.
Itās only a moment longer before youāre shaking, orgasm ripping through your body while stars explode behind your lids. Mouth falling open in a silent scream, you feel yourself really let go. You swear, youāve never felt this good by anyone before, not even your own actions on lonely nights.
Finally, a scream leaves your body in ecstasy, and Steveās moans nearly match yours as he watches you reach your high above him.
āFuck... thatās so... hot.ā He rasps out. You open your eyes to his words to find his face covered in the aftermath of your high.
You feel embarrassment as heat creeps along your face in shame. āOh- oh my godā¦ Steve, Iām so sorry- I- I- didnāt even know I could do that-ā
Steve licks his lips as they twist into a smirk up at you, pulling himself back along with his hand out of you. You whine at the loss and shiver as you watch him suck on his fingers, groaning around them.
A blush creeps across his face as he breaks through the haze of the drug again, only for a moment, but you donāt miss it.
āI- youā donāt apologize,ā Steve says meekly, running a hand through his hair, also damp as well from the sweat and your climax. āThat- that was my fucking dreamāā
You almost laugh at how dorky he sounds, but notice how he tenses up again. His breathing becomes shallow as he winces, trying to fight it off.
āSteve,ā You call out, worried. āWe just have to finish and then weāre out of here, okay? You- you have to help me out here, I canāt move well with my hands still tied.ā
Steve struggles at first to get to his feet, letting the substance in his body regain control again, but he manages to stand up between you and the wall. Youāre more aware now than you ever have been of how he towers over you, shivering as he looks at you like youāre some sort of prey.
āYouāve been so good for me,ā Steve says as he pushes a strand of hair from your face gently. His touch is soft, almost too soft for the way heās been acting tonight. āIāll let you pick the way you want me to fuck you.ā
You gulp sharply, before responding with no hesitation, āAgainst the wall.ā
Steve smirks, laughing lowly. āYou were just against it, sweetheart.ā
āI- I- yeah, I know,ā You agree, blushing. Steveās hand slowly cards through your hair before tugging, causing you to whine. āI mean likeā my back against the wall. I- I wanna see you when you cum inside me, Steve.ā
Steve groans and in a flash, heās pulling you by your hair, slamming you against the wall. You gasp at the sudden movement, watching as Steve quickly pulls his clothes off before pressing himself against you.Ā
Your heart sinks at the sight of more injuries across his body, blooming in radiant shades of purples and reds and blues. Steve slams his mouth against yours in a rough, quick kiss, pulling you from your worries of him. Thereād be plenty of time later to clean up and care for each other.
He hoists you up by your legs, holding you tight as youāre balanced up against the wall. Steve looks between your bodies before spitting between them, coating his swollen cock in the makeshift lube.
āPleaseā¦ā You whimper as Steve runs the head of his cock up and down your folds teasingly. He smirks at you before plunging in all at once, shuddering out a breathy moan of his own.
You heard the rumors back in school; you knew Steve was somewhat decent in bed, you just had no fucking clue he was packing the length and girth he had. Your head falls against his shoulder, biting the skin to hold back a scream as he stretches you out.
Steveās brows furrow slightly before forcing out, āYouā¦ youā¦ okay?ā
You hum and nod in response, rasping out, āMove.ā
Steveās hips roll slowly into yours at first; you can tell heās trying so hard to go easy on you. The real Steve wouldāve wanted this first time to be slow and soft, still where heās dominant, but caring and gentle. But, heās not in control right now.
You, on the other handā¦ youāre not sure if you could say the same about your desires for the first time with Steve.Ā
As he moves in and out of you with ease, pushing against your slick walls, you feel his cock twitch a little already.
āWhoaā¦ you gonna cum this soon?ā
Steveās eyes turn dark as he slams into you. āSh- shut up.ā
Your stomach flips at the change back to this dominant, rough demeanor, and decide to push it further.
āAww, is Steve gonna finish faster than I did?ā You tease, and Steveās pace picks up, slamming into you harder. You cry out, watching his expression turn frustrated.
āI said, shut up.ā Steve spits, fucking you harder. Your eyes begin to roll back into your head.
āWhat? Canāt handle being teased, Stevie?ā You continue to mock him, enjoying the way heās reacting to it. āDonāt you like it? Donāt youā ā
Steve pulls you away from the wall and out of you before he shoves you towards the chair. As you stumble onto it, Steve unlatches the restraints, letting your hands fall to the back of the chair just in time to hold you up.
Bent over, Steve smacks your ass roughly before slamming back into you. You lurch forward and cry out again before he begins his steady, rough pace into you again.
āYouāre such a fucking brat. Such a filthy, insatiable, brat.ā Steve growls through gritted teeth, pounding into you relentlessly.Ā
All you can do is continue to let your moans echo against the metallic walls in response.
Steveās hands reach around to your face, gripping you for a moment before opening your mouth, hooking his fingers into your cheeks. You begin drooling all over yourself as he pulls at your mouth while continuing to rail you.
Again, all you can do is cry outā¦ and make a terrible mess with your spit.
āGod- fuck-ā Steve groans out, rutting into you mercilessly. āI- Iām gonnaā where do youāā
āIn me!ā You manage to yell out around his fingers still in your mouth.
Steveās breath hitches as he fights the drug again. āYouā¦ are youā¦sure?ā His hands fall from your face and grip your hips tightly.
āIāve never been so fucking sure of anything in my life,ā You hurry out, gripping onto the chair while your knuckles grew white. You moan out sinfully, āFill me up, Steve.ā
Almost on command, Steve releases into you, coating your walls with his arousal while sloppily thrusting any energy he has left into you.
He feels like his high shoots him straight up to the stars. Even if it was fueled by that nasty mystery drug, it doesnāt matter to him. Not in the moment as your cunt milks out every last drop from him, just like he always dreamed of.
As you try to catch your breath, you rest your head onto your hands on top of the chair, closing your eyes as you feel him inside you. Steve slowly pulls out, groaning at the loss of you squeezing him, as you do the same at the loss of him inside you.
āFuckā¦ Steveā¦.ā
āI- did I just- did we just-āĀ
You look back to see Steve, back to his doe-eyed, slightly shyer, dorkier self, blushing as he looks back at you. He canāt tell if he wants to cry or laugh this whole thing off, and you can sense the conflict in his feelings.
āSteve- itās okay. Weāre okay, I promise.ā You pant out as you search his face, watching the real him break through.
Ā His eyes fall to your cunt, dripping from your mixed juices, and he groans as he palms himself before dropping to his knees. As he grips your thighs, you gasp in surprise while feeling his tongue run run up your folds slowly, lapping up every last drop.Ā
You shiver and twitch from the overstimulation, still shaky from your orgasm from earlier.
āFuck. Fuck.ā You breathe out, exhausted and in disbelief of what just happened. Steve presses a kiss to the swell of your ass before moving to his feet.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you up right before sitting you in the chair properly. He searches your face carefully, looking for any signs of distress āYou okay? Iām so- god. Fuck. Iām so sorry.ā
You cup his face in your hands softly, giving him a weak, but sincere smile. āFucked upā¦ but I wouldnāt have wanted this with anyone but you. Are you okay?ā
Steve kisses your forehead softly before nodding, still shaking himself. āM- might ask you to stay over laterā¦ could use some aftercare. Kinda want to check on you too. Yāknowā¦ if we make it out alive.ā
A loud buzz echoes in the room, followed by a clicking noise. You and Steve turn to see the door slowly, automatically open.Ā
āIsā¦ are theyā¦ can we go?ā You ask, and Steveās eyes dart between you and the door before pulling you up.
āLetās get dressed and get the fuck outta here.ā Steve rushes out, pulling you behind him.
You tug his arm back, and Steve spins to quickly run into you with a soft āoof!ā Reaching up to him, you press your lips against his, savoring one more kiss before leaving this horrid room, this time, soft and slow.
You mumble against his lips, āI donāt think Iāll be leaving your side anytime soon.ā
121 notes
Ā·
View notes