Daddy Issues

Steve can't control his desire

Steve didn’t move at first. He told himself he could wait, that watching her was enough. But the sight of Aleks still trembling on the bed, flushed and glistening, was driving him insane. Her soft gasps, the way she pressed the razor lightly against herself, the way her hips lifted almost instinctively - it all shredded the last threads of his self-control.

He stepped forward, jaw tight, chest heaving. Every instinct in him screamed to touch her, to feel her beneath him, to claim her. His eyes never left hers, and that made it worse - the heat in her gaze, the vulnerability, the desperate longing that mirrored his own.

“I can’t… I can’t just watch anymore,” he growled, voice rough.

Aleks’ eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. She pressed the razor against herself one last time, almost pleading silently, and he saw red. Not in anger, but in raw, burning need.

In a single movement, he crossed the space between them. His hands closed on her hips before she could react, dragging her into his lap. The razor fell to the side, forgotten, buzzing faintly against the sheets.

“Daddy…” she gasped, and the sound alone set fire to him.

He didn’t answer with words. He kissed her, hard and demanding, his mouth claiming hers with the urgency he’d been holding back. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, pulling him closer as if she could fuse with him, as if holding him would keep the ache inside her from consuming her.

Her body pressed against his, and the heat of her, the way she trembled against him, made every second of restraint dissolve. He gripped her hips, feeling the slick warmth of her skin under his hands, the shiver of her muscles, the soft arching of her back.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he muttered into her hair, voice hoarse. “Watching you, hearing you… I can’t anymore. I need you.”

She pressed herself harder against him, nails digging into his shoulders as he rolled his hips against hers, the friction already teasing, already pulling her closer to the edge.

Steve’s hands roamed urgently, exploring the curves he’d been dying to touch. He pressed into her, every movement raw, desperate, claiming what had already been his - her scent, her heat, the trembling way she surrendered to him.

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Daddy… oh God…” she whispered, voice ragged. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, needing him to lose control too, needing him to finally give in.

He groaned, jaw pressing against her shoulder, as he felt her body tighten, shiver, and arch into him. He could feel her trembling, the way her body pulsed against his, and it drove him to the edge. Every second of restraint, every moment he’d been a silent observer, exploded in him now, raw and unfiltered.

“Look at me,” he growled, dragging her chin up. Their eyes met, and everything snapped. He pressed himself against her fully, holding her tight as she shuddered against him, every gasp and whimper ripping through him like fire.

Her hips pressed into his, every small movement, every tilt of her body, drawing him in deeper. He could feel her pulse, the shiver of her thighs, the tremor running through her arms - it all answered him, made him lose what little control remained.

Aleks let out a long, helpless cry, a shuddering sound that echoed through the room. She arched against him, searching for more, needing him entirely. And Steve, finally free of restraint, claimed her with every movement, every thrust, every groan that tore from his chest.

They moved together, urgent and raw, bodies pressed, breaths ragged, hearts hammering. Every moment was fire and friction, every gasp a tether that bound them closer.

When the crescendo hit, it came in waves, unstoppable, consuming them both. Aleks trembled against him, weak and breathless, and he held her tightly, letting her pulse against him, letting her feel every ounce of the desire he’d been containing.

Afterward, they collapsed together, still tangled, sweat cooling on heated skin. Steve buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily, letting the rush fade slowly. Aleks rested against him, chest heaving, fingers tracing the lines of his shoulders.

She clung to him, feeling it, believing it. And in that raw, urgent moment, nothing else in the world existed - just the two of them, finally as close as they’d ever wanted to be.