#fingerless gloves and shoulder straps will be what ends me today

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a thirsty thot about one of your favorite fictional babes. Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Look... You sent this to me months ago and I'm just answering. But @undutchable11 was sharing with me some shameless thots about shoulder straps and coats. She in particular shared the gloves part, which I firmly agree with her. Fingerless gloves and shoulder straps on Nomad are just... Fucking hell the very best and needs to be used against us.

Drenched

Warnings- Fingering

Word Count- 1k

So close…

Steve was running a hand through his hair while opening your bedroom door. The late hour showed you lying sprawled out on your belly in bed, the tee you were wearing was riding up around the curve of your bare ass, your arms folded under your head and face hiding from his sight.

But he knew how your lashes would shadow just above the top of your cheek and your lips would be parted slightly, soft deep breaths signaling just how deep asleep you were. The soft whimper you would give when he would touch you, sleepy but a grin would pull at your mouth as your eyes fluttered open.

You were always so happy to see him. It didn't matter if it was between a few days to months. Every time he came back, you welcomed him with an urgency that made it hard for Steve to walk away every time.

But he always came back. As soon as it was safe again. When the authorities looking for him would bypass you once more thinking he had abandoned you.

Little did they know he couldn't ever let you go.

His hand ran over the globes of your ass, squeezing your softness in his palm as he leaned over to kiss your cheek. There, that whimper you gave. You shifted into his hold till he scooped you into his lap while he sat on the bed, your arms wrapping around his neck while you blinked wide-eyed at him trying to wake up to properly welcome him home.

“You're late Steve.” You whispered when you pressed a kiss to his bristled lips, soft against yours around his beard. You lifted yourself to straddle his lap, your hands cupping his face to feel the roughness of his beard against your fingers, the sensation making Steve relax in your touch. This man loved feeling you touch him, anywhere you desired, he craved it like nothing else.

“I know Doll, I had to wait them out.” He assured you while his fingers danced along the inside of your thighs, committing your softness to memory for the nights alone he endured. The way you spread wider for him, slicked so easily when his fingers dipped into your folds that he would groan at the warm welcome you gave him.

Your gaze grew hazy, feeling his fingers start to stroke you, the leather of his gloves a soft supple sensation pressing against your mound while his finger filled you, stroking you intimately. “Fuck Steve… I missed you.” Your hands dropped from his cheeks to fold your fingers around the straps over his shoulders, the creak of the tight leather a slight protest as you used it to leverage yourself, rolling your hips to fuck yourself on Steve's hand.

“Miss this too, watching you like this.” Steve groaned out, adding another finger that made you bite at your lip sharply, your arousal starting to seep around him while you plugged yourself back onto him. “Gonna drench my suit Doll? Rub yourself all over me so I can smell you wherever I go.”

Steve dragged up your sleep shirt, palming your breast with his other hand to pinch and pull on your nipple, making you mewl out while tipping your head back. Your hold tightened on the straps, digging your nails into the well-worn leather as you leveraged yourself higher, faster, letting him stretch you open more after almost pulling off him. The dirty talk, it always made you mindless for him, wanting more of it. Made you so fucking wet and needing more of him.

“Leave you all over my gloves Sweetheart, all for me and no one else can know I can smell my girl's sweet pussy.” He grunted while you tipped back further, bucking on his lap while his leather-clad palm ground into your clit. The sensitive little nerve made your nerves jolt.

“Yes Steve, fuck I want that.” You babbled while he dropped to drag his chin against your cleavage, biting your bouncing breasts and sucking on your nipple. The scratch of his beard made goosebumps erupt against your skin.

His fingers were messy now in you, the stretch around his digits changed to leather filling you, sure enough, you were drenching his clove, and for Steve, it was well worth losing the sensation of your pussy in his palm while you were like this. You were close, he could feel the way you fluttered around his digits as well as the mindless plea’s coming from you.

Kissing up your collar bone and grasping the back of your neck to keep you focusing on him while you fucked yourself further, he kissed you, swallowing hungry blissed moans and soft sobs when he nipped at your lip sharply. “Cum all over my glove Sweetheart, let me smell you later and make my cock hard while I'm on missions just thinking about your sweet drenched pussy.”

You nodded quickly, bouncing yourself faster while he helped you with his touch. Fingers curled just right to brush over your sweet spongy spot, the one that made you see stars in your vision and your body tense in a wave that made you shake in his hold. His thumb pressed and rubbed just right against your clit. His kiss is a filthy mess, tongue plunging to fill your mouth and you cry into it, screwing your eyes shut as the tension in your body is close to snapping.

It's when Steve pulls away, fingers against the back of your neck, squeezing gently. “Cum for me Doll.” He commands, and it's the final straw as you give in to it, the tension snapping as you rush to finish, the strained pain of tight muscles sinking into relief when you go mindless from it all.

Your arousal drenched him, his palm and his thighs were coated in you, his suit a mess. Steve gathered you in close against him, the rough material of his suit pressing everywhere around you while he pressed praising kisses against your neck while you whimpered and hid in his neck. You hadn't let go of the straps as you clung to him. Steve pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Good girl Doll, always my best girl. You whined when you felt his fingers pull from you, but the zipper sounded and the thick head of his cock pressed against your sensitive channel.

“Don't let go Sweetheart.” He instructed you next and you shuddered when he slid into you while you were still coming down