You let it happen.

Steve’s grip tightened around your waist, guiding his long hard length into you, slick strokes, again and again. You whimpered, louder and louder as he grunted behind you. But, you weren't enjoying it. You had thought that this had to be pleasurable for woman, but it was just....there. It didn't feel good, it didn't feel bad, it just..was.

Steve behind you seemed to be having the time of his life. If this were a dream, then it was a pretty bad one. But it wasn't to last, thankfully. Steve’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he let out a low, guttural groan. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his rhythm stuttering before he buried himself deep with one final snap of his hips. A shudder ran through him as he came, his release spilling hot and thick inside you while his grip on you tightened almost painfully.

Steve pulled out with a slick, wet sound, his cock glistening in the dim light. The sharp smack of his palm against your ass made you flinch,the sting blooming hot across your skin as he chuckled darkly. "Fuck, you’re good" he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. His fingers trailed possessively down the curve of your hip before gripping hard, pulling you back against him so you could feel the sticky heat of his release trickling down your thighs.

The moment Steve’s weight shifted off you, irritation prickled under your skin. His satisfied sigh grated against your ears as you stared at the wall, thighs still damp and sticky, your body numb where it should have been humming, you'd always imagined girls would be in bliss after sex, but you didn't feel it.

You rolled off the bed, you needed a shower, this dream felt very real, and you felt very dirty.

"Hey," he murmured, voice still rough, fingers catching in the sheets as he tried to reel you in. "Where you goin’?"

You didn't answer, just walked out of the room, the bathroom shouldn't be too difficult to find.

"Goddamn bitch!" Steve shouted after you.

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The bathroom door clicked shut behind you, the lock sliding into place with a soft snick.

Turning the tap, you stepped under the spray from the shower head, flinching at the heat, surely you wouldn't feel that in a dream? The water streamed down your body, carrying away sweat, saliva, the stickiness between your thighs. You scrubbed with rough, methodical strokes, nails biting into flesh as if you could peel away the memory of his hands.

The steam curled around you, thick and suffocating, as you watched pink-tinged water swirl down the drain. Your fingers trembled against the shower wall, too real, the way the grout bit into your palm, the sting of scalding water on your shoulders. Dreams didn’t smell like cheap lavender body wash or leave your skin raw from scrubbing.

A sharp rap on the door made your breath hitch. "You done sulking yet?" Steve’s voice was closer than expected, muffled but vibrating through the wood. The knob jiggled, testing the lock. Your throat tightened as you imagined him leaning against the frame, still naked, still smelling of sex and arrogance.

"Dunno what the fuck I did wrong, stupid whore."

The water turned icy as you stood frozen under the spray, Steve’s words slithering under the door like smoke. Your fingers curled against the tile, the chill seeping into your bones as you wondered,what twisted knot of insecurity and entitlement made him such a prick. Your GF wasn't wrong when she told you how much of a dick he was.

The shower’s roar drowned out his next grumbled insult, but the vibration of his fist against the door rattled your teeth. Then, silence.