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[wolfclad]

ooc . I was thinking about remaking this blog, but instead I think I’m going to do a deep-clean, maybe pick a new URL. I want to go into 2025 fresh and focused.

[hiskillingjar]

Chastity (Ren/MC)

day 5: chastity second person

You couldn't hold back a little squeak as Ren locked the heavy-duty chastity belt around your hips and between your legs, the soft click of the first padlock being threaded through the metal loop that rested atop your belly being enough to make you tremble even more than you already were.

You had behaved badly, or at least, he thought you had behaved badly enough to be kept like this for a while.

The length of time was up to him, naturally, and he hadn't made a decision about it yet. 

He was happy enough just locking up the padlocks and watching you tremble and shiver, it seemed, as he stayed on his knees in front of you, focusing intently on his task.

"How long are you going to keep this on?" You asked softly with a little pout, looking down at the young man, his tail wagging gleefully behind him, as he locked the second padlock between your legs (but not before pressing the cold metal toy attached to it up inside you first, keeping you full).

"Oh, you know. However long I feel like, really." Ren replied with an innocent smile, taking both of the keys to the locks and theading them on a ball chain he fished from his shirt pocket. "It could be days. Or weeks, or months. Who knows!" He let out a laugh then, raising his brows beneath his bangs and standing up to his feet as his ears tilted forward with excited anticipation. "Maybe I'll keep it on forever."

Your eyes went wide and scared at his playful threat, which only encouraged him to step closer towards you, his innocent smile fading into a sharp grin on his face and his tail wagging even more rapidly.

"Wouldn't that be something?" He continued, bracketing his hands on the metal bands at your hips as his tail wound around your bare legs, soft and teasing. “Keeping you full and desperate for release, forever and ever, without any hope of rescue?” He let out a giddy little breath. “Just saying it is getting me hot.” 

"W-Well, why would you do something like that?" You stammered softly, biting your lip as he continued to idly fiddle with the padlock of the belt, his eyes drifting down to the thick metal waistband digging into your soft flesh, marking your skin. You could already feel that it was going to leave a stark imprint behind. "If I'm all...belted up, forever, you wouldn't get to-"

"I wouldn't get to fuck you?" He finished for you with another little chuckle, keening up (on his tiptoes) to press a kiss, a teasing bite to your jaw, digging his fingers around the metal band and pulling your hips close to his. You could already feel how hard he was getting through his jeans. He wasn’t kidding around then. "No, that's true. I wouldn't get to do that...but honestly, I think it'll be worth it to keep you so wound up and desperate all the time." He chuckled again, and ran his nose against your neck, scenting you. " I think it'll be worth it, anyway. And that’s kind of all that matters, hm?"

"But...mph," You let out a soft groan from the back of your throat as he continued to rut his hips against yours, looking for whatever stimulation he could against the hard metal despite how much he was insisting otherwise. "Why?"

"Because I want to," He said, his voice a touch softer, watching with half-lidded eyes as your own flitted to the side, trying to avoid his hungry gaze as he continued to toy with the padlock. "Because I can. Even knowing that you're unable to play with yourself right now and feeling your frustration is enough for me."

Your cheeks flushed a little (a lot) darker as he brought his face close to yours with a salacious smile, licking his fangs indulgently like a fox would as he took in your embarrassed expression.

"And...what if I beg for you to take it off?" You asked, peering back towards him, your face growing more flush as you noticed him string the ball chain around his neck, the keys to your padlocks shining against his chest. 

"Well, it'll be up to me to decide if you deserve it," He replied, the sharpness in his grin settling into a cruel smirk as he keened up again to kiss your neck one last time. "And I'm pretty tough to convince...especially when I want something as badly as this."

[go-dark-turtle]

(This is for @leftsidebonfire for winning my Saucy N Spicy raffle event. This fan fiction does contain Joseph x Caesar so if you arent a fan please dont read. The Female reader is Jocasta so let's all pretend that's our name.

As always I have a Saucy N Spicy warning if you don't want to read further

Onwards to the fan fiction and please let me know your thoughts thanks~)

It's Fun N Bubbles.  

(A part 2 Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli x fem reader fanfiction)

EXTRA Saucy n Spicy~

(WARNING THIS DOES CONTAIN CAEJOSE IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. Okay thanks :P) 

 

"Alright that's enough! Dismissed!" Lisa Lisa called on you all. 

You, Caesar and Joseph were practicing focusing your hamon powers on your fingertips holding your whole body up. You all collapsed laying over each other out of breath. 

"Ugh get your sweaty ass off me JoJo!" Caesar, disgusted , pushed the British man off him. 

"Oi don't touch me with your sweaty hands Caesar chan!" Joseph barked back.

You sighed as they started to bicker, you stood in front of them and sighed "Maybe it's about time we freshen up and maybe we can play poker later or something. Please get along. I hate to see you fight." 

They both looked down to you and felt bad that their little spat made you sad. Caesar caressed your cheek. 

"Ah Jocasta, my darling I'm sorry our fighting made you sad. I hope you can forgive me." Caesar stared into your eyes and smiled softly. You install melted on the spot 

"Ugh, casanova at it again." Joseph pushed him out the way and held your hand " I'm so sorry for Caesar being rude to you I hope you can excuse his behaviour." 

You sheepish grin as Caesar slowly approached him and dragged him away, you sighed again seeing them fight and you went back to your quarters. 

"Ugh I wanted to talk to her and you had to show off didn't you!" Caesar pouted 

"Heh, like you have a chance with her. It's me who is gonna win her over" Joseph winked and gathered his gloves from the ledge. "See ya later Caesar chan" 

Caesar's eyes followed him out the room and he realised he was going the wrong way. 

" Hey JoJo, you dumbass, you are going the wrong way!" Caesar threw a towel at him in the hallway.

"Heh, I know I wanted to check out some.... entertainment, wanna join me?" Joseph winked 

"This better not be another prank of yours JoJo I swear if it is... You will be sorry" Caesar folded his arms and glared at him. 

"As if I would do that Caesar chan~" Joseph stuck out his tongue and winked at him again. 

"Ugh, stop doing that!" Caesar punched his head

"OWWWW! Why you! Hrmph... I'll let you away with that... Come on lets goooooo" Joseph grabbed Caesar's arm and ran down the hallway. 

Meanwhile, you sighed as you dipped your hand into the running bath, checking that the temperature was just right. You smiled and removed your tank top and jeans and carefully stepped into the bath. The water felt so comforting the bubbles all around you, closing your eyes you tilted your head back and enjoyed the warmth easing your tired bones. 

"Look, isn't this great Caesar chan?" Joseph peeked in the crack of the door

"It would be if I could see. Out the way" Caesar nudged him out the way "Oh my, my, what a beautiful sight to behold." 

"You ass! This was my idea, remember so wait your turn!" Joseph nudged him out the way and looked in again "Oh yes, oh those bubbles are so lucky..." 

You giggle and you call out to them "You know I can hear you fighting out there, you better get in here before you get caught." 

Joseph and Caesar look at each other and scramble in the room and their jaws drop to the ground seeing you surrounded with bubbles. Their eyes sparkled and they both looked like they saw a tasty chocolate cake on display. 

"I see you've both stopped fighting, I hope it stays that way. So might you want to tell me why you were spying on me having a bath?" You smirked and raised your legs as you crossed them in the bath. 

The both of them looked at each other and started to blame the other for spying. 

"You know I could call on Lisa Lisa and tell her you sneaked all the way down here...." You smirked at the boys.

The boys paused and clasped their hands together and pleaded to you not to tell. "Please please don't let Lisa lisa know we've been up to no good. It's not our fault we both think you are so beautiful." Caesar placed his hands to his knees and bowed his head. 

"Caesar Chan is right, can you really blame us. But please don't tell Lisa Lisa, we'll do anything we promise." Joseph covered his face with his hands.  

"Hmmm." You smirked even more "Anything you say? Well alright then." 

You readjusted in the bath and folded your arms over your chest, there was a small opening in the bubbles that the boys got to see a cheeky peak of your chest. 

"OH WHOA!" Joseph's eyes shined with excitement. 

"MUMMA MIA!" Caesar joined Joseph in marveling at the cheeky display.

"Hm, I see you're both keen but here's what I would like for you both to do. It's just a simple request. I would like to see you both kiss. Just one kiss tongues and all and I'll keep my mouth shut." You winked 

"Wait you want me to kiss that casanova while you watch? Why?" Joseph fell back on his butt. 

"You are serious aren't you?" Caesar raised his eyebrow and questioned you 

"Oh yes, so get to it or else" You picked up a bell by the bath side table and raised your eyebrows and smirked. 

"WAIT OKAY OKAY WE'LL  DO IT DON'T RING IT!" Caesar stood up and flinched.

[CAEJOSE WARNING FOLLOWED BY SAUCY N SPICY WARNING] 

Caesar walked up to Joseph and held his hand and blushed slightly. You while in the bath had a smirk and was liking where this was going while clasping your hands. Joseph saw how you reacted and knew that you were going to enjoy this. Joseph threaded his fingers into Caesar's and looked deep into his emerald eyes. 

He whispered "Hey just relax and follow my lead." 

Caesar blushed and got flustered "AH JoJo what are you doing..." 

Caesar was cut off with Joseph gently gripping his waist and pressed his body against his. Joseph tilted the Italian's chin upwards and grinned 

"Next you'll say Joseph please be gentle this is my first time with you" Joseph smirked 

"Joseph please be gentle this is my... '' Caesar was caught off guard. 

Joseph grinned even more and kissed Ceasar right on the lips and started to rub his hip to relax him more. Caesar blushed and closed his eyes, the rubbing sensation on his hip felt so good. Joseph hummed as he saw Caesar was under his control and he glanced over to you. seeing your eyes were fixed on them both and you gasped for more to happen, Joseph raised the stakes a little. Joseph ran his hand down Caesar's thigh, the blondes eyes sprung opened and he looked at Joseph

"What are you doing?! Aren't we supposed to kiss?!" Caesar was shocked 

"Yes, but someone is a little excited by our display" Joseph winked at him. 

They looked over to you and your eyes filled with excitement and lust for them both you nodded for them to continue. Joseph smirked, he looked at Caesar and kissed down his neck. 

"Ah JoJo I.. had no idea you could pull these moves off..." Caesar softly cried out his cheeks flared up again. 

You bit your lip and enjoyed the action "Ah please don't stop on my behalf I want you both to have fun." 

"Heh, heh, I hope we will get a nice reward for our little display~" Joseph smirked as he reached under Caesar's shirt and pinched his nipple. 

"AHH! JoJo. Please be gentle." Caesar closed his eyes tightly feeling the sudden pinch on his nipple. 

"Hmm sounds like to me Caesar chan you are enjoying that aren't you?" Joseph smirked 

Caesar smacked his hand and glared at him, pushed him to the ground and pinned his hands to the floor. 

"Who said you could be in control?" Caesar's eyes glared over him 

"Ah caesar chan let's talk about this...." Joseph started to sweat. 

You on the other hand held your chest and sat forward seeing Caesar on top of Joseph, you licked your lips with excitement. 

"Hush now JoJo. We need to keep Jocasta happy otherwise we will be in trouble, so just relax and enjoy this moment." Caesar tilted his face to the side and slowly winked at Joseph 

Joseph couldn't help but fall for his charm and blushed. "All I ask is don't be so rough..." 

Caesar grabed Joseph's hand and held it to his chest "I wouldn't even dream of it. JoJo I'll be gentle with you~" 

Caesar started to slowly suck on Joseph's fingers which in turn made him blush and gasp softly. Caesar looked up to Jocasta and grinned. She was loving that Caesar was in control and wanted his lips on her body. She gently pressed her thumbs into her nipples and circled them as she continued to watch on. 

Caesar slowly caressed Joseph's face and planted a kiss right on his lips. A slight moan escaped his lips before Caesar sealed his lips over the British man's. Caesar, feeling more confident, quickly brought his hand down to Joseph's belt buckle and in one quick swift, woosh, off came his belt. He pulled from the kiss and looked at you again and got on all fours in front of Joseph. 

"Um Caesar chan what in the world are you doing?" Joseph for once was on edge unable to know what was going on in the Italian's mind. 

 "Mmm, just relax for me Mio Caro, leave the rest to me." Caesar grinned and looked at his zip. 

You bit your lip excited to see what Caesar had in mind, Caesar licked his lips and reached forward and gently bit the zip to Joseph's jeans and pulled it down he hooked his fingers inwards of the waistband and pulled them down in one fast motion. 

"Oh my JoJo so naughty you didn't wear any underwear. Do you see how naughty he is, Jocasta?" Caesar wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

You softly moaned and gasped seeing Joseph's length spring out from his jeans. Caesar held it gently in his hands and Joseph moaned loudly. 

"My, my looks like you are both excited aren't you? So naughty. Are you going to sit in that bathtub all day or are you going to help me out?" Caesar winked at you and titled his face to show off his smug smile. 

You raised your eyebrow and smirked back "Only because Joseph needs our attention, though I don't appreciate your attitude. On your knees now"   

You stepped out of the bath and walked behind Caesar and slowly pulled off his headband and tied his arms back.

You tiled his head back by gripping his hair and you whispered in his ear "Do as you are told or you will be punished."

He nodded a thousand times and obeyed "Good. Glad to see you are behaving now. I trust you will make sure Joseph is satisfied, yes?" 

He nodded again and he lowered himself to Joseph's length and kissed his tip gently, you smirked and bit your lip hearing the soft licking sounds Caesar made  and Joseph's heavy breathing. 

"And as for you Joseph, you can satisfy me. I want nothing but the best, understand?" You winked at him. 

Joseph winked back " You got it babe. Hop on board the Joestar express~"  

You smirked and rested your knees either side of his shoulder and sat on his chest gently. You looked down to him and played with your nipples. He grunted with Caesar pleasuring his length and held your hips. 

"Beg for me to sit on your face." You were determined and looked at Caesar worshipping Joseph's member.  

"Please Jocasta sit on my face and I'll send you into overdrive" He bit his lip and looked up to you with lustful eyes moaning softly

Hearing him begging for you softly you lifted your hips and gently lowered yourself to his face. He smiled and closed his eyes and could smell your sweet tangy juices, he slowly lapped them up as you clencthed your fist on the ground and bucked into him slowly. 

"MMMmmmm. Just like that don't let up." You looked behind and noticed Caesar stopping for a breather.

 Annoyed, you leaned back exposing your nub for Joseph to pleasure and you gripped Caesar's hair " I told you to do as you're told now get back to it." 

You pushed his head down on Joseph's length Caesar moaned softly and bucked his own hips. He took the whole of Joseph in his mouth, you smirked and grind your hips more for Joseph's tongue to get to work. 

"AAaahhh I'm going to..." You gripped Joseph's arms and creamed into his mouth and you slowly crawled off him. 

You sat to the side, playing with yourself, you were excited as you  watched Caesar still tied up sucking on Joseph deeply and Joseph holding his head he was near to explosion. 

"Ahh ahh caesar please slow down I'm going to..." Joseph leaned his head back and cried out. 

"Caesar stop!" You demanded.

He paused and looked at you, smirking at the blonde you held his tied up arms forward and helped him to his feet. you ushered Joseph to come over too.

"I can't wait anymore. I need you both, bit Caesar chan. You are still naughty so you wont get untied so i guess a little teamwork comes into play here. if you can both work together you can both fuck me." You smirked and caressed both their faces. 

"Are you thinking what I am thinking about Caesar chan?" Joseph smirked and his length was back at its peak. 

"Heh, you know it, for once I'll follow your lead, JoJo." Caesar smirked and he was ready and waiting for some action. 

You smirked as they approached you on either side, Caesar with his arms still tied behind him nodded to Joseph, the british young man, hoisted your hips and faced you towards caesar. 

"if you don't mind sweetheart, you could hang onto caesar chan. I'll support you from here. caesar it's all you." Joseph grinned and he pushed his chest into your back. 

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Caesar's neck. Joseph lifted your butt and guided you to Caesar's length. Caesar moaned as he entered your front. You rested your head into the crook of his shoulder and he slowly and gently bucked his hips into you. You softly moaned his name. 

"That's it, tesoro, call out for me and enjoy the pleasure." Caesar nuzzled his face next to yours as he continued on. 

"Hey wait a minute, don't forget I helped too right," Joseph smirked. "Get ready" 

He rubbed your butt cheeks and spread them wide and bit his lip seeing the fantastic view before him, he rubbed himself and lined it up to the opening. 

"This might be a bit of a tight fit. Caesar keep her relaxed for me." Joseph prodded against the opening 

You moaned loudly and Caesar whispered "Please enjoy our pleasures, I will be as gentle as I can for you." 

Joseph slowly entered your ass and you screamed out in pleasure, Joseph held your hips and started to pound you quickly while Caesar was slow and steady in the front. Overwhelmed with both pleasures you felt dizzy. 

"Ahh, Joseph, Caesar, you both feel so good. Please unleash yourselves within me. I'm going crazy!" You moaned loudly. 

"You heard her Joseph let's do this then shall we" Caesar looked up to him 

Joseph smirked "Heh, heh, let's go Caesar chan." 

You dug your nails into Caesar's back as they both thrust their hips into you, you moaned and squealed loudly for them. They both got so excited they moaned softly and then they both unleashed their wave at the same time. 

You all collapsed to the ground and you all snuggled into each other. 

"I believe that little session was needed don't you agree boys?" You grinned 

"Heh, most definitely." Joseph snuggled his face into your right breast. 

"And it was worth all the pain from training." Caesar snuggled into the left breast. 

You all smiled, cuddling and all feeling loved. 

THE END. 

[chalantness]

"Tell me how you want me." - Romanogers, pls. You're an amazing writer, btw 8)

“romanogers, 4, 7, 17,18, 22, 25” requested by an anon + “For Romanogers 23 and 47, thanks!” requested by another anon + “Romanogers + Hands on hips. Thrusts from behind +I still feel you inside me + The messier it is, the better” requested by @thoughtsandlife23​

This takes place between Civil War and Infinity War because this post has recently made me obsessed with “a little dangerous” Steve.

also I went a little overboard with this so sorry it took so long

4. Whispers in her ear while fucking. + 7. On your knees and looking up. + 17. Hands on hips. Thrusts from behind. + 18. The messier it is, the better. + 22. Feeling him come inside of you. + 23. Be loud. Let the neighbors hear. + 25. Just how wet can you get? + 28. Tell me how you want me. + 38. I still feel you inside me. + 47. When the thrusting does not stop.

(six sexy words, round vi)

She’s barely turned at the sound of the door unlocking when she feels his hands on her, tugging her back and slamming the door shut when he all but throws her against it. She’s vaguely aware of the keycard falling to the floor – the keycard she slipped into his pocket only twenty minutes ago, when she had purposefully bumped into him on the crowded city street – before his lips are slanting over hers, his fingers combing into her hair and gripping, twisting, making her lips part wide in a sharp gasp so he can push his tongue against hers. She can feel every ounce of his frustration simmering just below the surface of his skin, his body taut as it presses her harder against the door, making the wood creak as he kisses and kisses her.

And she can’t help but want to smile, just a little, a strange mix of relief and worry unfurling in her stomach. Because there’s a reason why he’s a little bit unhinged, a reason that she can’t imagine is good, but she’s relieved that he came to her on his own like this, just as she asked. Just as she insisted. He needs a release, a way to take out all of his frustrations before they swallow him whole, yet he had never entirely let go with her, even though he knew she could handle it. Not until she coaxed it out of him, provoked him until all of that tension and helplessness and anger boiled over, bleeding into his every kiss, his every bite and his every thrust, until she was sated and sore. 

And afterward, when he’d curled himself around her and kissed every bruise on her that his teeth and fingers left in the throes of pleasure, he finally understood that it was as much of a release for her as it was for him. That, for every second he craved to be in control again, she craved to give it up, to not have to think and anticipate and look over her shoulder, just for a moment.

Just with him.

Before she can ask what happened, what has him shaking, he draws back, just a breath away, and leans his forehead against hers. “Checked in with Wanda,” he murmurs against the corner of her mouth, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, but she doesn’t even flinch. “She’s alright, just a little banged up.”

“You weren’t there for her.”

His hands tighten, jaw ticking in irritation, though she knows it’s at her words and the truth behind them, but not at her. Never her.

“I can’t be. Not when she insists on separating. She’d be safer with us.”

“Maybe,” she breathes against his mouth, lips ghosting over hers in the tease of a kiss. “But there’s also a danger in traveling like that when you’re on the run.”

He knows. Of course he does, and he feels helpless, knowing that there’s no real way to keep her safe, no matter what they choose to do. It gets under his skin, stirs at his composure every single time, but the fact that Wanda had shown up to their rendezvous with more than scratch on her has riled him more so than usual.

So Natasha twists her fingers into his hair, stretches on her toes and whispers, right into his ear: “Tell me how you want me.”

And he knows what she means, because he always does.

Tell me what you need from me. Tell me how to help.

He grasps her face with both hands, tugs her back in and kisses her hard and deep and quick, before yanking back with a heavy exhale, his eyes burning.

“On your knees and looking up,” he says, an answer and a command all at once as his eyes dart down to her cotton sleep shorts, her thin tank top. His lips tug at one corner. “Naked,” he adds, a dangerous sort of glint in his gaze.

She just barely suppresses a smirk. “Obviously.”

His lips tug a little wider, but his expression is still expectant, and his stare is practically palpable against her skin as she shimmies out of her shorts, pulling her panties down with them, and then takes the bottom of her tank top by the hem and pulls it over her head. His throat flexes in a swallow, and she places her hands on his hips as if for balance as she sinks onto her knees.

But when she goes to undo the front of his jeans, he grasps her wrists, pulling them off. He places them back on his hips, then cups her cheek with one hand as he pulls her forward, ever so slightly, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip as he brings her close to where he’s growing hard for her. She can practically see the tension dissolving from his body, every muscle ebbing and easing, falling back into controlled composure as he peers down at her.

Then he smiles – crooked and boyish and so very Steve – and Natasha feels a warmth shoot down her spine, unfurling low in her stomach.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, threading his fingers into her hair, massaging at her scalp, and she very nearly mewls at the sensation, eyelashes fluttering.

“That I can still feel you inside me,” she murmurs, leaning back into his touch as the heat coils and coils inside of her. Staring up into his eyes with that smile on his face, all she can see is the way he moved above her the last time they had been together, knowing they would be leaving each other for a week or so, just to ditch the attention they could feel themselves drawing after being in the same city for so long. She thinks about how he’d worn that same smile, had that same look in his eyes as she writhed under him, nails digging into his back as he kept thrusting in and out of her, even in the peak of her pleasure. She can practically feel him inside of her, stretching her out, filling her deep, pulsing against her sensitive flesh as her orgasm washed over her and tightened around him.

“When I was beneath you, guiding your hips over mine?” He arches an eyebrow as his smile grows ever so slightly, and she feels her nipples tighten, feels her folds grow warmer, wetter. “Or when I was over you, pinning your hands above your head as I took and took and took, no matter how wrung out you felt?”

“Steve,” she breathes, her skin tingling, her stomach flipping.

Even his dirty talk sounds elegant.

And, as if hearing her thoughts, he continues with: “Just how wet can you get from listening to me? From only remembering me inside of you?”

Show me. He may not say the words, but the command is there in his eyes, in the quiet control she finds, and so she reaches between her legs, holding his gaze as she slides her fingers through her wetness – and oh, is she wet. She feels slick, and one stroke of her fingers has her spine curling, has her lips parting wider, wishing it was his fingers instead. He bends, crouching down to her eye level, and then he’s grasping her wrist and drawing her wet fingers to his mouth, closing his lips around them and groaning at the taste of her.

Of course, all this does is make her wetter.

His breaths grow heavier and shorter, his eyes darting over every inch of her bared skin before meeting her gaze again, heady and hungry.

“Later, I’ll fuck you slow and sweet,” he says, voice low, as if speaking any louder might shatter his control right now. “Later, I’ll take my time.”

But now, I’ll be quick and I’ll be rough, he doesn’t say, and she nearly whimpers.

She’s not one to beg, ever. But Steve is her exception.

He always has been.

“Please,” she breathes, not waiting for a response before she’s pulling cupping his face in her hands and drawing his lips to her, tasting herself on his tongue. But he pulls away too quick, too soon, standing straight and shrugging out of his coat, then pulling off his shirt, tossing them to the floor, and she stays kneeling and staring up at him as he starts to walk around her. She starts to turn, to look over her shoulder to hold his gaze, but he arches an eyebrow and she breathes out a laugh and turns forward again, biting her lower lip as she listens to the rustle of his belt coming undone.

Then she feels him settling behind her, feels his chest curling against her back and guiding her forward, until her palms are flat on the floor, bracing her upright as his body fits against hers. It’s always perfect, the way they come together, the way it feels for every part of him to press against every part of her. She can feel the heat radiating off of his skin, feels where his length is pressing against the inside of her thigh, already slick with her arousal. He brings a hand between them, skims his teeth against the back of her neck as his fingers find her tight little bundle of nerves, circling and circling. Her eyelashes flutter closed, her lips parting in a breathy moan.

Until he moves, guiding himself into her, one hand gripping her hip as he slides into her in one smooth, deep thrust.

“Oh.”

Her nails dig into the carpet, her chin tipping forward as he falls into a quick pace inside of her. It’s always so much deeper like this, his thrusts more brutal and his body heavier above hers as he takes and takes. Pleasure coils down her spine in ringlets, the pressure tightening between her legs as her body flutters around him in quick pulses. Already, it feels too much, too quick, and then his hand is on her thigh, pressing her legs wider apart, and she keens out a moan at the way she tightens around him, at the way he slides his fingers up, sliding through her wet sex and finding her throbbing bud.

His thumb is gentle as his pace grows faster, harder, ever ounce of his frustration and helplessness from moments ago being pushed against her with every sharp jut of his hips. She brings a hand out, presses the back of it against her mouth to stifle a sharp cry, but then Steve is tugging her arm away, drawing it back around his neck, and a desperate sound tears from the back of her throat at how the change of angle makes him brush against that sweet spot inside of her.

“Be loud,” he growls, whispering in her ear as he fucks her. “Let the neighbors hear,” he adds, making her inhale sharply, moan loudly, simply at the thought. For two people who need to survive on slipping undetected, Steve craves her every sound, never wanting her to hold back. As if, even while they’re tucked within the walls of this small, shitty motel room in a city they’ll probably forget about in a few months, he wants to it to be known that he’s with her. That he’s hers just as she’s his. He’s impatient for the day they don’t have to hide it from the world, for when he can simply enjoy her presence in front of everyone, and being the stubborn man that he is, he’ll get as close to it as possible, even if it means strangers can hear her coming undone through the thin walls of their room.

She comes with a gasp, tapering off into a stuttered whimper of a moan as her pleasure crashes over her in harsh, smothering waves. She nearly falls forward from the force of it, only heightened when his thrusting doesn’t stop, but then his arm comes around her and holds her against his chest as he sits back against his calves and thrusts up into her. She writhes, neck arching, body bowing, and she can feel her arousal between them, making every slick, messy, but it only makes Steve groan louder, thrust harder. His finger swipes through her wetness and paints it against her skin, against his, as if the messier they are, the better it feels.

And it must, because in seconds, she feels Steve’s body tighten against hers as his teeth bite down on the lobe of her ear, hard, but she doesn’t feel it.

All she feels is him coming inside of her, his warmth unfurling in coils of heat – a sensation that pushes her over that dizzying edge yet again, and then she’s coming undone around him, with him, with his hand in her hair as he twists her head towards his and kisses her messily, desperately, everything between them feeling heady and heavy.

Slowly, slowly, she feels his body easing, practically slumping back as he holds them both upright. She feels weightless, hazy with pleasure, and his kisses slow into something sweeter and softer, until he pulls away and presses his face against her cheek so she can try to catch her breath.

“Better?” she asks, the word coming out slightly slurred.

He hums, massaging his thumb against her scalp where his hand is still tangled in her hair. “Always,” he murmurs, the words warm and rough against her ear, and then he lifts his head to press a kiss against her temple. “Always with you.” Then his lips curve into a smirk. “But I think I still need a little more comfort.”

She eyelashes flutter open as she peers over her shoulder, meeting his twinkling eyes. “You’re that frustrated, huh?” she asks, and his lips twitch into that smile she loves too much.

“I could do this all night.”