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haplesshairpile) wrote2022-09-14 09:42 pm
haplesshairpile) wrote2022-09-14 09:42 pm
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[for maeve, early september]
Steve knows that not telling Maeve that he's starting classes at the community college is a calculated risk, but he had his reasons, and he thinks that those reasons were worth it, even if she does end up being mad at him. Maybe she won't, maybe she'll understand. He thinks she will, but he also just assumes that he's gonna screw something up.
He hadn't wanted to overwhelm himself right off the bat, and he still has his job at Phoenix to consider, so he signed up for two classes. Now that he's gone to them both and hasn't decided that he's going to quit in shame, he decides that it's time to tell the girl that he's been keeping it from.
On the way to Maeve's place, he stops to get her favorite cookie from a bakery she likes, and then makes another stop to get her coffee. It's not unusual for Steve to bring her treats, which he usually does just because he wants to make her smile, but this time he definitely wants to butter her up a bit.
Thankfully she's home alone, which Steve knows because her roommate was sucking face on the couch with his roommate when he left. Sometimes he thinks that he should bring up the idea of Steve and Rue just switching, but now it feels a little too soon after the Baby Incident.
Once he's outside her door, he takes a deep breath and tilts his head back for a minute, staring at the ceiling like he's saying a silent prayer, and then rolls his shoulders before reaching out to knock on the door.
He hadn't wanted to overwhelm himself right off the bat, and he still has his job at Phoenix to consider, so he signed up for two classes. Now that he's gone to them both and hasn't decided that he's going to quit in shame, he decides that it's time to tell the girl that he's been keeping it from.
On the way to Maeve's place, he stops to get her favorite cookie from a bakery she likes, and then makes another stop to get her coffee. It's not unusual for Steve to bring her treats, which he usually does just because he wants to make her smile, but this time he definitely wants to butter her up a bit.
Thankfully she's home alone, which Steve knows because her roommate was sucking face on the couch with his roommate when he left. Sometimes he thinks that he should bring up the idea of Steve and Rue just switching, but now it feels a little too soon after the Baby Incident.
Once he's outside her door, he takes a deep breath and tilts his head back for a minute, staring at the ceiling like he's saying a silent prayer, and then rolls his shoulders before reaching out to knock on the door.
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He's learned better by now, because he's never felt bored with Maeve. She constantly challenges him, entertains him, and checks him on his bullshit. And, more superficially, she can still get him hard with a bite of her lip, or flip of her hair.
"I've got you," he promises as he rolls the condom into his cock, groaning at the sight of her, twisted at the waist with her perfect pink cunt, swollen with arousal, on display and ready for him. He takes a ragged breath and grabs the tangled twist of her tights and panties and tugs her closer, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit before slowly pressing into her cunt. She feels even tighter than usual with her thighs pressed together and Steve groans, eyes rolling back as he ducks his head. "Fuck, babe, Maeve."
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Reaching down, she grabs Steve’s hand where he’s holding onto her tights and she guides it around her waist, then between her legs. Her fingers press his against her clit and another gasp slips out as she rocks back and forth between his cock and his fingers.
“God, Steve,” she breathes, her breath caught in her throat. “Like that. Please.”
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“Fuck, I love it when you get like this,” he admits breathlessly, but even though it’s absurdly hot, he doesn’t expect her to be like this all the time. It’s better when it’s rare, when it builds up until she seems desperate.
One hand works between Maeve’s legs while the other slides down her lower back and over the curve of her ass. His thumb slides down the cleft if it, first feeling where her cunt is stretched around his cock and then a little higher, rubbing at the tight furl of muscle.
He hasn’t fucked her there yet, but sometimes she lets him use his fingers or his mouth. Right now he just rests his thumb against her asshole, nudging the tip of it inside as he fucks her hard enough that the obscene sound of skin meeting skin fills the room.
“Look at you,” Steve pants, staring as she wriggles between his cock and his hands, mouth open and chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “So fucking beautiful.”
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It’s so much. And it’s so good in how much she feels right now. The sound of his voice is enveloping her as much as his touch and Maeve groans in response, loving the way it sounds when he speaks. Like he’s in awe of her.
“Fuck, Steve,” she breathes. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
She can’t imagine he would, but she needs it said, the words hanging in the air alongside the sound of their skin against skin.
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He leans over her, holding her between the sofa and his body, speared on his cock and pinned between his hands. One hand works at her clit, and he gently eases his thumb a little further into her ass, pressing down until he can feel his cock moving inside of her body. He feels a little lightheaded, like all the blood has rushed down to his cock, and he bites at her pale shoulder hard enough that he wouldn't be surprised if it left a little bruise behind.
"You first, Maeve," he pants out against her ear, thrusts going hard and erratic as he squeezes her clit between two fingers. "C'mon, babe. You're so close, I can feel it."
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Her muscles clench around the thickness of Steve’s cock inside of her and she plunges her hand down to cover his, pressing herself against his fingers. As she comes, she can feel her body shaking, pleasure tingling through her even as she tries to catch her breath.
“Come on,” she breathes, encouraging Steve to follow her.
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"Gonna file that away," he grits out, giving her a few more hard, erratic thrusts before he plunges into her and goes tense, cock pulsing as he spills into the condom. He can feel it against his thumb where it's still wedged inside of her, and it sinks a little deeper into her ass, most likely because she's relaxed from her orgasm.
He keeps rubbing at her clit as he leans over her, slow circles meant to keep her there on the edge as he pants against the curve of her jaw, licking away a bead of sweat. Fuck, Maeve."
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"We should move," she murmurs. They're still on the couch, somewhere they could easily be caught, and Maeve has a good sense they're not quite done with each other this evening. So far they've managed a good bit of luck and she doesn't want to press that too far.
"Into the bedroom. Soon."
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“Stay right here,” Steve says after a few moments, kissing the bite mark on her shoulder again as he slowly eases out of her, both his cock and his thumb. Getting shakily to his feet, he pulls off the condom and ties it off neatly, then gathers their clothes to head toward her bedroom. He tosses them aside and puts the condom in her trash, then heads back out into the living room, smiling at the sight of her on the sofa, glistening and sated.
“Okay, come on,” he says as he leans down to slide his arms under her shoulders and knees, easily lifting her up from the sofa in a bridal carry. It’s a wonder that he doesn’t walk them straight into a wall, given that he can’t stop staring at her, but they make it to her bedroom safely and Steve kicks the door shut with his foot before setting her gently onto the bed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out, leaning over her from the side and sliding one big hand down between her breasts and over her stomach, fingers trailing through the soft hair between her legs and then further down, rubbing briefly at her clit before sinking two fingers slowly inside of her. “Are you too sensitive for more?”
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Once she’s on the bed, Maeve divests herself of the rest of her clothes, tights tossed aside, because now that they have some privacy, she doesn’t want to worry about trying to get hands inside fabric.
“Go slow,” she answers when Steve asks if she’s too sensitive.
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He looks down at her adoringly, eyes dark as he slowly pumps two fingers in and out of her wet, swollen cunt. She looks so relaxed, so at ease in a way that's rare for her, and Steve thinks he'd be fine with not having another orgasm for the rest of the night as long as he can give her several.
She's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving as she takes in slow breaths, and Steve gently pushes her sweaty bangs back from her face, fingertips sliding down the side of her cheek and along her jaw, over her pulse and down until he can pluck at one peaked nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he tells her, just like he's told her so many times before because it hits him over and over again. She's stunning, especially when she's relaxed and vulnerable like this, trusting Steve to take care of her.
His wet fingers slide out of her cunt and then move down a bit, rubbing slow circles against her asshole before nudging the tip of his middle finger into it. He looks at her questioningly as he slides his other hand down her stomach and across her hips, slowly back and forth.
"Can I put my fingers in you?" Yeah, he'd already kind of done it out there on the couch, but this time it's with more purpose, and he doesn't assume that he has blanket permission to do anything to her body just because she's let him do it before. "I'll go down on you while I do it."
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Whenever Jackson had stayed, she'd felt so uncomfortable, so awkward. But with Steve, none of that ever exists.
And when he asks, she nods. They've talked about it before, anal sex, but they've never gotten there. She appreciates that he asks, that he wants her to be comfortable with whatever he does and she curls her hand over his forearm as she draws in a deep breath. "Yeah," she says on an exhale.
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She’s absurdly wet but, hot as it is, it probably isn’t enough, so Steve opens the nightstand drawer to retrieve the lube and then climbs onto the bed, leaning over her. He kisses her mouth, her jaw, her neck— working his way slowly down her body until he’s on his hands and knees between her legs.
He looks at the tight curl of muscle beneath her cunt and before he can second guess himself, ducks his head to drag his tongue over it, bottom lip catching at the rim. It should be gross, he thinks, but it’s not because it’s her, and no one else gets to touch her here. He doesn’t think anyone else ever has and while he knows that virginity is a social construct and all that, and it doesn’t really matter, he kind of likes knowing that he’s the only one that’s ever done this.
Steve settles on his belly and licks at her hole, kissing and biting gently at her inner thigh before twisting a little to get some lube on his fingers. He lets it warm up a little before pressing it to her hole, rubbing slow little circles until she’s relaxed enough that his middle finger sinks inside with barely any resistance.
“How’s that feel?” He asks quietly, looking up at her as he presses a kiss to her thigh, slowly pumping the single digit in and out of her ass. As curious as he is about anal, it’s not worth it to him if she isn’t getting something out of it, too.
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If this was just about getting off, he'd be long gone by now.
Heat is shivering down her spine, pooling in her pelvis as Steve settles on the bed. He's barely even touched her, but his tongue makes a bolt of electricity shoot up her back and she shivers and gasps at the same time. His slick finger presses into her and she relaxes against him before she nods.
"Good," she says after a second, then laughs. "Shit, Steve."
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“That good, huh?” He grins, mouth and chin wet from her body, and presses his finger in deep. “There’s always room for improvement.”
Steve ducks his head again and uses his free hand to lift Maeve’s leg and drape it over his shoulder, letting his hand glide down the top of her thigh and rest against her pubic bone, pressing in a little to hold her there. He kisses her clit, flicking his tongue over it a few times before licking into her cunt with a greedy moan.
He eats her out eagerly, pressing his face against her, fucking her with his tongue as he slides his finger out of her ass to replace it with two. As he slowly sinks them into her, he hugs her thigh against his shoulder and gives her clit a gentle pinch then rubs at it, fingertips bumping against his own nose.
All of his senses are completely overwhelmed by Maeve— how she tastes and smells, the sounds she makes, the way her body feels around his tongue and his fingers. She’s the only thing he knows and Steve groans against her, utterly content and eager to please her.
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It’s overwhelming, the way Steve’s mouth is on her, all over her, his fingers inside of her, his tongue inside of her. She can feel him under her thigh, his arm across her hips, she wants to cling to him, to ride his mouth and his fingertips.
She thinks she had a fairly good idea what he wants, too. She wants it. She wants Steve to feel good and she wants to try. They’ve talked about it and now he has two fingers inside of her and she can’t imagine there will be a better time.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, lifting her head to look down at him. “In my arse?”
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"Wait, are you serious?" Steve asks as he glances down to where his fingers are buried in her ass. They've talked about his curiosity and he's had his fingers in her a few times, but it's never gone further. He figured that she'd tell him if she ever wanted to try, and now here he is. Patience really is a virture.
"I mean, yeah. If you're sure," he breathes out, sliding his fingers out of her as he pulls himself up onto his knees and leans over her, one fist planted into the bed near her shoulder. "I-- do you want me to use a condom?"
They're clean and Steve may have almost failed biology, but he knows that he can't knock her up doing it like that. He knows what he'd prefer, but it's Maeve's body, and he'll do whatever she's comfortable with. He'll do literally anything she wants pretty much all the time, but especially right now.
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"No, it's okay," she says, getting one elbow under her body and pushing up a little. "Lots of lube, but... it's okay. We don't need a condom."
She trusts him. Trusting him opens up an entirely new set of possibilities between them and there are times when it scares Maeve a little. But right now, she's too lost in the pleasure, in wanting him.
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"I'll go slow, and if you don't like it, you tell me," Steve says to her, kissing her cheek and then her mouth again before sitting up. "And we'll stop, okay?"
He sits up and swallows hard as he grabs an extra pillow and urges her to lift her hips so he can slide it under her. He feels nervous in a way that he hasn't since he was fourteen, almost giddy, and he leans in to kiss her again because she's the only one who could make him feel like this. He loves her so much.
After grabbing the lube, he gets up on his knees between her spread thighs and squirts lube into his palm. It's probably too much, but he doesn't care. If he hurt Maeve, even accidentally, he'd probably try to throw himself out the window, so he can deal with the mess. He slicks his cock and then rubs the excess against her hole, then grips and positions himself, rubbing the head of his cock against her hole.
"Fuck," he breathes out, chuckling breathlessly and then looking up at her face. "You ready?"
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He's so good with her. Gentle. That's no different than he always is and Maeve isn't surprise at all. He's the right choice. Everything he does makes her feel more and more certain of it with every passing day.
When he asks, she nods. Her fingers curl around his forearms and she smiles up at him, her lower lip between her teeth. "I'm ready," she answers. "You're doing brilliantly."
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He moves slowly, nudging forward with tiny presses of his hips. She's impossibly tight and Steve has to bite his lip, grunting at the pressure around his cock. It seems to take forever, but eventually Steve bottoms out, grinding his hips against her ass as he shifts his weight onto one elbow so he can reach between them and rub slow circles around her cunt.
"Fuck, Maeve. You feel so good," he pants out, staring down at her face and flicking his hair out of his eyes. His thighs are shaking as he fights against the urge to start thrusting, instead staying still inside her body. "Tell me when you're ready."
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But it's not without pleasure. Even that sense of it being not quite right makes it feel good. Bit by bit, she relaxes around Steve and then she nods, a little breathless, a little nervous.
"Alright," she tells him. "But go slow at first."
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His fingertips slide down over her cunt and up again, but he doesn't press them into her. That might be too much stimulation, so he'll wait and see if she asks for it. For now, he just keeps up a slow, steady rhythm, grunting under his breath at the vice-like grip of her body, molten hot around his bare cock.
"This isn't gonna take too long," he rasps out, chuckling under his breath and turning to press messy kisses to her jaw, panting against her skin as he sinks in deep. "God, you're just-- you're the fucking best."
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"You like it?" she asks, her voice hoarse, breathless. She's got a fairly good idea he's enjoying every second of this, but she wants to hear him say it. She likes hearing him say it.
"Put your fingers in me," she breathes, arching toward him. "Please."
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Please, she says in a breathy, pleading voice, and Steve's hips stutter as he groans, nodding as he presses a kiss to her mouth. Carefully, he eases two fingers inside of her cunt, pulling back a little to look at her face, looking almost awed when he realizes that he can feel his cock inside of her.
"How's this feel?" Steve asks, genuinely curious as he rolls his hips, fucking her with his cock and his fingers in tandem, searching out her g-spot and pressing in hard. "Fuck, this is so hot."
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