misty (18+)
a cowboy!steve fic for @moodringeyes - thank you for always supporting me, finch!! đ«¶đ»
summary: you havenât seen your cowboy in days and itâs time for some good tender lovinâ đ«¶đ»
contains: cowboy!steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; historic!au; sappy gooey gushy sex; comfort; piv; first time âi love youâs; soft dom!steve
authors note: this fic follows along with the lonesome crowded west series (aka, the canon where reader owns a tavern). we are rly fast forwarding here in their relationship but u deserve to be told by a soft cowboy that he loves u <3 thank u again finch for supporting me and cowboy!steve!!!!
You hear his boots clicking against the hardwood. Must have used the spare he found when he first started tomenting you to get in. Youâd been ignoring him the last few days, and not exactly for any good reason. Youâve just been exhausted. Itâs been so hard juggling everything. And when things are hard, itâs hard for you to take care of yourself.
Itâs hard to believe that part of taking care of yourself was seeing your cowboy.
But youâd been remiss, not answering the notes heâd left slipped under your door. The ones where he told you he missed you, that he wanted to see you, that he was worried. You cringe as he approaches, expecting a scolding or perhaps a bit of teasing.
âWhatâs goinâ on with you?â
He says it so soft. It still startles you. Steve can be such a sweetheart when he wants but it still finds a way to surprise you. Especially when heâs caked in dirt, hands calloused, sometimes bruised and a little bloody.
You sniffle, the rag youâd been using to dry dishes moving towards your cheek. âNothinâ.â
âYou scared me. Thought somethinâ bad happened to ya.â
You shake your head, tears re-wetting the glass below.
âCan ya look at me, darlinâ?â
You try to level your breathing but itâs really no use. Your cheeks are already ruddy and tear stained. You turn, a look of defeat tugging at your features, your arms folding up over your chest defensively.
You really missed him. Your heart hurts when you see him for the first time in days with his lips downturned and eyes soft. âCâmere,â he beckons, and you donât hesitate, striding towards him and throwing yourself into his big, strong arms. He smells sweet like hay and soap, must have cleaned up before coming to see you. You melt into him and exhale shakily while he moves a hand up to stroke your hair.
âWhatâs goinâ on?â he asks. Kisses the top of your forehead, making you warm. âWhat is it, huh? Someone givinâ you a hard time?â
You shake your head, gritting your teeth to hold back a sob. After a moment, you whisper, âIâm just so tired.â
âI know,â he coos. Rakes his fingers through your hair. âI know, peach.â
âI missed you.â
He laughs softly. âDâyou mean it?â
You look up at him, vision blurry from your tears. âSteve,â you nearly wail, almost insulted at the implication that you didnât. âI thought about you every goddamn day!â
âI know, I know,â he shushes, wiping your tears away with a calloused thumb. âSettle down, darlinâ. Know youâre always missinâ me, how can ya not, huh?â
You frown up at him. âI really did.â
Steve sighs, nodding, looking into your eyes for a long, drawn-out moment. âI love you,â he says. Itâs the second time heâs ever said it.
âI love you,â you whisper. Itâs the first time youâve ever said it back.
You watch his face flush, his eyes gleaming, a laugh slipping past his lips. He cups your face in his big, warm hands and presses his lips to yours. Heâs soft and tender and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to you.
âWanna go home,â you murmur against his lips.
âTriggerâs outside,â he mumbles back. âLet me take ya.â
You melt into him, arms wrapped around his waist on the back of his horse. The nights get cold here, but Steveâs still warm. If it werenât for the promise of more of him, youâd fall asleep and let him carry you inside. But youâd like to stay up, like to be near him, like to see how much he missed you. Because you know heâll show you. He always does.
You scoff when he takes you back to his, the little dilapidated, run down shack on the edge of his bossâs property.
âDonât mean to kidnap ya,â he says. âJust wanna have you to myself a little longer, take care of ya.â
You nod. ââm not opposed.â
Steve snakes a hand downwards to lay atop of yours, resting on his stomach. âIâd opine you missed beinâ takinâ care of, huh?â
âMore than youâd know.â
âThatâs the thing,â he says, voice rich and tender. âI missed takinâ care of you, too.â
His bed isnât ever exactly comfortable, but as you lay on it tonight, you relax into it. Waiting patiently for Steve to tie Trigger up before making his way back inside. He lights a lamp, the dim glow golden and safe.
âDid you undress?â he asks, tugging at the buttons of his shirt.
You pull back his quilt to answer him. He stares for a long moment, gobsmacked, hungry for you. Then heâs quick to rip off his own clothes and climb on top of you, his weight pushing you further into his hay-filled mattress.
âI missed you so much,â he almost whines.
You take him in - his chestnut eyes, slowly darkening; the freckles littering his neck and shoulders, going down where you canât see anymore; his long brunette hair highlighted by days in the sun, tousled from his work; his broad nose; his soft pink lips. To think youâd ever have hated him, to have been anything other than his - wonderfully, irrevocably his - well, itâs hard to consider.
âI missed you more,â you breathe. âShow me.â
His lips are back on yours. Just as soft and tender as ever. He props himself up with his elbow and lets the other hand run up your side gently. You sigh, eyes fluttering shut, as much as youâd like to drink him in.
âCan ya say it for me again?â
âI missed you.â
âNo,â he corrects, nipping at your bottom lip. âWanna hear you say you love me.â
You blink up at him, eyes readjusting to the dim light. Heâs so handsome, pleading at you with his pretty eyes.
âI love you.â
âAnd - do you mean that?â
You nod slowly. âI do.â Your voice softens. âDo you?â
âAlways have,â he says.
You stare at each other for a moment longer before making the mutual, unspoken decision to discuss this later. Steve ducks his head down to press kisses against your jawline, sucking at the sweet spots on your neck. Your body reacts immediately, growing needy, wrapping your legs around his waist.
âWanna take my time with you,â he murmurs, his tongue flicking out against your skin. âAinât got much of a lesson for ya tonight.â
Your stomach flips, fingers finding purchase on his broad shoulders. You roll your head back into his pillows to give him better access to your throat.
âYouâve been so good, ainât ya? Pretty babe, takinâ care of things all by yourself.â
You nod, involuntarily pouting.
Steveâs teeth press into your neck for a moment, making you gasp, before he lets up. âItâs so hard beinâ good, ainât it? So much easier to be bad.â
Tears prick at your eyes. âI donât want to be bad anymore.â
He laughs a little, shaking his head while he moves down your body. âKnow youâll have an attitude change tomorrow, peach, but Iâll enjoy you beinâ sweet while I can.â
He kisses down the swell of your breast slowly, making you wait for him with baited breath.
âSo goddamn beautiful,â he says, breath fanning against your nipple, making it hard. âThought about you every day out in the field, âbout your sharp mouth and pretty tits and smart brain.â
He kisses your nipple, watches through his lashes when your mouth drops open.
âMissed me, did ya? Canât do this to yourself, huh, angel? Need me tâcome make it all better.â
Steve finally wraps his lips around it and you sigh, squirming already. âPlease,â you whimper, hips arching off the sheets when he bites down a little.
âWhat do you need?â
âYou,â you whimper. âInside, wanna feel close.â
He sighs, pulling back. âYâknow, I really wanted to spend some time with theseâŠ.â
âYou still can - just - both, at once, please?â
âReally mustâve missed me,â he says, smiling, taking your thighs in his warm grip and pushing your legs up. âBeinâ so nice all of a sudden.â
Steve gets you in a mating press, thighs resting on your chest - it appears he really couldnât spend some time with them if this is how he wanted you. He takes his cock and glides it up your slick folds, moaning all the while. âOh, sweetheart, I missed this pussyâŠ.â
He doesnât enter you - just fucks himself against your folds, the tip of his dick catching against your clit. Youâre panting under him, holding your legs to your chest, feeling every single inch of him slide against you.
âWish you could see this,â he groans, voice deep, grumbly. âWe look so good together.â
You nod. I know, I know, I know.
He pulls his eyes away from where youâre meeting to look at you, eyes dark. âYouâre mine, ainât ya?â
You keep nodding. âIâm yours.â
âGood,â he moans, finally pressing himself against your entrance. âAlways gonna be, yeah?â
He presses into you and you moan loudly. Canât help yourself. It feels so good, being stretched open on him, his heat filling you up. He takes your legs from you and slides them over his shoulders, pushing you into his bed in the process. Itâs claustrophobic, but so good, so close to him, full of him. You stare up at him with a gaping jaw and he laughs breathlessly, brows furrowed in pleasure.
âFeel so fuckinâ good,â he grits out. âHard workinâ pussy just grippinâ me, shit.â
You laugh at his words, but stop abruptly when his hips snap back, and then in. He knocks the breath out of you, makes you dizzy, his cock filling up all of the space you have to offer.
âJesus,â you breathe, âChrist.â
âThis is the quietest youâve ever been on my cock,â he drawls. âCome on, let go for me.â
A rough thumb comes down to play with your clit while he thrusts deep and slow inside of you. Youâre writhing, gasping, squeezing his shoulders with your ankles. Youâre properly bent in half, letting Steve hit every angle youâve needed him to find. You finally wail, eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping at the sheets beside you.
âUh-huh,â Steve pants. Heâs not going very fast but holding back is such a chore. He equally wants to fuck you stupid and take his time with you. âThere yâgo, letâs hear it.â
âSteve!â
âSo beautiful,â he rambles. âSo goddamn pretty and smart and workinâ so fuckinâ hard. Gonna make sure y-you never work a day in your - shit, in your life. Ever. Again.â
He punctuates it with harsh thrusts that make your body jolt. âI love you,â you cry, tears of pleasure rimming your lash line.
âLove you. Love you so much, I mean it.â
He leans down to kiss you, thumb still working hard at your clit, the head of his thick cock pressing against your sweet spot. You can hardly kiss back, crying out from how good it feels, your teeth clashing against his. âOh m-my God, shit!â
Youâre so close to release, feeling the band in your stomach growing tight, threatening to snap and leave you stupid. Your eyes cross involuntarily while Steve keeps whispering sweet nothings to you, coaxing you to let go. âI've got you,â he mumbles, âlet me feel that pretty pussy clench on my cock while you cum.â
Youâre practically screaming when it finally happens, despite Steve trying to shush you with his mouth. It feels so good, he feels so good. You feel so safe and complete with him on top of you, warmth washing over your body from your head to your toes. And Steveâs not very far behind, either, groaning your name and pushing himself in to the hilt before spilling inside of you.
You both pant, breathing in each otherâs air before Steve finally pulls back. He kisses your shaking legs, massaging them as he lets them off of his shoulders to rest. He smiles at you when you open your eyes, still a little fucked out, euphoric.
âYou feelinâ okay?â he asks, reaching up to swipe a pleasured tear from your cheek.
You nod, relaxed, in love.
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Thinking about Steve cumming quickly - like under 30 seconds of thrusting because he's just so in love with you he couldn't help it
He hides his face in your neck afterwards all embarrassed and you rub his back to bring him back down from the intensity of it all
To add to this - he also has certain triggers that make him cum immediately.
You say you love him, he cums. You scratch at his tummy/happy trail, he cums. You gently pull on his hair, he cums.
My apologies if these thoughts have already been given but it's all I've been thinking about this morning đđ
a most delicious ask iâve been hoarding 𫶠i LOVE all these thoughts iâm sry i didnât get to incorporate all of them !! is this hot? idkâŠ. but itâs got sum love in it tehe
MDNI this entire blog is 18+
Look, Steve Harrington doesnât have his reputation for nothing, okay?
Heâs a ladies man, through and through. He knows exactly what heâs doing with his hands, he loves getting his face in between a pair of thighs, and perhaps most importantly, he is not a minute man.
Steve Harrington has stamina.
At least, he certainly thought he didâ but that was before you. But in his defense, nobody told him that sex is a hundred times better when you love the person. A thousand better if they love you back.
And, god, does he fucking love you.
Youâre a dreamâ all laid out on the bed beneath him, chest bare and eyes soft and heavy. Your lips are sheened with spit and all kiss-bitten and Steve has no doubt he looks the same. Kissing you never gets old. His cock throbs, aching for some friction and just begging to be buried inside you.
âWell?â You say, somewhere between a tease and a breathy gasp. âWhatâre you waiting for?â
Your fingers slip into the waistband of your panties but Steve is quick to knock them away, replacing them with his own hands. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
âCanât let you do my favourite part now, can I?â
You giggle. With that his fingers start to trail down your naval, slow and sensually, dragging the fabric with them. Your hips move to accommodate him and your breath hitches as he drags them down your thighs that part as he wrangles them off your ankles, inviting him in.
Steve nearly groans at the mere sightâa hot surge twisting in his tummy that goes straight to his cock. God, he must be losing blood with how much blood is rushing to harden it up. Or maybe heâs just too enamoured with you and thatâs enough to make him breathless. Either way, heâs aching.
âGod, baby,â He says, voice gravelly. âJust look at you.â
His hands shift up from grasping lightly at your ankles up, up, up, til heâs nudging your thighs apart further. His dark eyes flick up to your face, his expression one of hunger.
âYâso pretty, honey,â He coos.
You flush, feeling somehow more naked at his compliment, knowing heâs being sincere. Reaching up, you drape your hand around his neck and urge him forward slowly, pressing up to scrape your lips against his.
âOh, yeah?â You breathe, your lips twitching up at the obvious way Steveâs breath catches in his throat. âWhich part of meâs so pretty?â
Steve chuckles, his gaze switching between your own and says, âAll of you,â before he kisses you like heâs starved of the taste of you.
Breaking the kiss, he leans back and his hand disappears into his bedside table for a condom. He makes quick work of it, pausing to give himself a firm squeeze around the base as he doesâ fuck, heâs going to bust the moment he gets inside of you if he doesnât take a moment.
But youâre so damn hot â and eyeing him with a heavy desire that makes his tummy hot. Heâs not sure he can wait.
He shifts himself up and settles on his hands on your thigh, pushing it back further so he can line himself up and sink in tantalisingly slow. Your cunt is warm and wet, drawing a whiny moan from his throat, and Steveâs head drops into the curve of your shoulder in an instant.
âFuck,â He hisses, hips flexing to hold back from pushing himself all the way inâa near impossible task considering the breathy little noise you make. God, fuck, fuck, he canât move another inch or heâll lose it. âFuck, baby, you feel so good.â He gasps.
Your arms looped around his neck tighten, pressing your chest up against his as you make a noise of agreement. You begin to mouth lazily up his throat, feeling the throb of his cock between your legs like a heartbeat, burning hotter and hotter.
âCmon, Steve,â you whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. Steve keens, his hips shoving forward bit more as he tries to contain himself. âWant you to fuck me,â
He makes another pitiful noise that heâd probably be embarrassed of if he wasnât so gone. He follows your instructions quickly, shifting his hips so he can start slowing fucking into you. Itâs lewd, soft wet noises sounding as he builds up a rhythm, sinking himself into you over and over. Pleasure drools through his gut.
âStevie,â you pout, panting lightly. âCanâtâ canïżœïżœt see you,â You tug on his hair lightly, trying to encourage his face out of hiding but only succeeding in making him whimper. His cheeks burn hotly but he forces his face up, kissing along your jaw as he does.
His eyes crease open as he pulls back and Steve keens at the sight of you, his plush lips parting in a soft pant. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Normally heâd be still murmuring filthy things into your skin, marking up your neck while his hips roll into you, all does that feel good? and oh, it does when you moan in response.
Instead, heâs the one coming apart and beyond his words. You scrape your hand through his hair again and leave it cupped sweetly on his jaw, your eyes watching closely. Swatching your thumb across his cheek, you moan lightly, âWanna -uh- wanna see your face, babyâ love your pretty face,â
Something tightens up in Steveâs tummy, heat flourishing up his spine and he whimpers loudly, the roll of his hips turning the rapid, jerky thrusts in a moment. Skin slaps against skin and you make the cutest noise at the change of pace. It feels so goodâtoo good. He feels too close, his pleasure scratching the edge of release.
Then you stutter out a breathy, âI love you, Steve,â and the coil in his stomach snaps without warning.
Steve gasps loudly and his entire body tightens, his face burying itself in you neck as his hips fuck into your snug cunt desperately. He all but collapses onto you, his hands curling around your waist tightly as he lets out a string of pathetically whiny noises, coming undone far too quickly.
It takes a moment for you to realise whatâs happenedâ to figure out exactly why Steve suddenly sinks him cock into you with fervor and is whimpering in your ear. Heâs trembling lightly you realise, as your arms sweep down his back, letting him fuck through his orgasm.
The pleasure of it drags out and by the time it tapers out, mortification begins to set in. Steveâs only glad heâs hidden his face so you canât see his flaming cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. Heâs never finished that fast before.
âIâm so sorry, you just feelâ and you saidââ He starts, voice sounding wrecked.
âDonât apologise,â you interrupt sweetly. You stroke down his back soothingly and Steve canât help but shiver. He groans loudly.
âDonât apologise for finishing after 1 minute like a 16 years old virgin?â He asks, going for sarcastic but failing with the embarrassment tinting his tone.
You canât help but giggle, hand still sweeping over his back comfortingly as you say, âI donât think that was even a minute, babe.â
Steve groans louder, attempting to press his face further into your neck and nipping at it when you laugh a little louder. Youâre being way too sweet about this. Steveâs not sure he can ever show his face again.
âIâm banning you from saying âi love youâ in bed,â He says, the words muffled against your skin. You huff another laugh, grinning, and comb your fingers through his hair.
âBoo.â You pout, knowing heâs joking completely. Youâre still throbbing and aching for him to keep moving but you know you only have to be patient. Heâll fuck you just as you need it. âYouâre no fun.â
âI used to have stamina,â He whines. âWhat have you done to me?â
You chuckle again, turning and pressing a kiss to his temple as best you can. âTurned you full loverboy. Soon enough, any time I say I love you, youâll pop a boner.â
From within you, you feel the soft twitch of his dick and Steveâs breath hitches again. He finally digs his face out of your neck, a serious furrow between his brows. âDonât even joke about that!â
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PLEASE Spencer answering a work call in the middle of sex??? Super smutty
just wanna say that this is my first request and it makes me feel special so thank you !!! hopefully you like this <3
pairing: spencer reid x reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, porn with small plot, afab reader, fingering, p in v sex, post prison spence, riding, doggy style, and missionary (yall were busy), spitting kink !!, spanking (once?), face slapping (iâm not sorry), slight oral (f receiving), lots of pet names (baby, angel, pretty girl), let me know if i missed anything !!
word count: 1.8k (got a little carried away)
also note to everyone- yâall absolutely devoured my spencer post the other day, a little less than 800 notes last i checked, and i just want to say i was very caught off guard and appreciate it so much !!
+ i apologize for the overuse of commas & very limited vocabulary,, i feel like i used the same 10 words smh
+ NOT PROOF READ !!
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âi was able to talk to the brass about getting the week off. the past few weeks have been tough and i think we all need a well deserved break.â
you were all gathered in the round table room for a meeting emily called. in the past two weeks, the team had been assigned three back to back cases; which meant three different unsubs, three different cities, and three different hotel rooms. you hadnât slept in your own bed in fifteen days, already feeling giddy at the thought of snuggling up in your bed, binge watching mindless reality tv, and fueling yourself with nothing but sweet treats.
matt was the first to speak, already standing up gathering his things from the table, âas much as i love you all iâm going to rush home to the wife and kids, i miss their little facesâ
you all followed suit, collecting all of your belongings and saying your goodbyes, all of you raving about your week off plans. you walked to your desk, grabbing your bag and keys. you walked towards the elevator, pressing the down button, watching it slowly fall from floor 10 to floor 9, before tapping your foot, slightly agitated about how long it seemed to be taking.
you heard footsteps heading your way, small taps on sneakers on the slick marble floor, before felt a slight nudge at your side âyou know, being mad at it wonât make it work any fasterâ
you chuckle looking up, making eye contact with spencer before giving him a small grin. âiâm just really ready to get home.â
the elevator doors open, spencer waved his hand up, allowing you to go first, before following you in and pressing the main lobby button. âyou in such a rush because you have a hot date to get to?â
you looked up at him and grinned, you felt spencerâs hand move to your back, rubbing the center in small circles with your thumb. you felt your face get hot and you allowed yourself to slightly lean into his touch. the elevator stopped at the lobby, a small chime signaling the doors opening, and you felt spencerâs hand fall back to his side before you both stepped out of the box.
you both made your way to the parking garage, spencer walking you to your car before he headed towards the station to take the subway. you got to your car, unlocking it and throwing your purse inside before looking up at him with a slight smirk âtext me when youâre on your wayâ
he shook his head and laughed as he gave you a small wave goodbye and headed towards the subway.
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it had only been three days since you were given the week off, enjoying the company of spencer in your bed two thirds of those nights. he texted you the same night as the encounter in the parking garage, eager to see you in a private setting.
âlook how pretty you look sitting on my cockâ
you were straddling him, your head thrown back with both hands on his shoulders as you tried to keep a quick pace. he had his hands pressed deep into your hips, helping you move in a fluid motion. you felt him hit your sweet spot every time you made your way down, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling.
âi love when you use me like this, getting yourself off like a good girlâ
you couldnât hold in the loud moan you had been holding, feeling your stomach flutter at his words. you felt a slight burning in your thighs and you knew spencerâs shoulders held tiny crescent shapes from how tight your grip had become. you felt one of spencerâs hands move to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.
he grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eyes. you looked at him and grinned, fucked out and eager before you felt a sudden surge against your cheek before he let his hand rest there, rubbing his thumb to ease the pain.
âyou gonna cum for me angel?â
âfuck- yes spence, iâm so- so closeâ you couldnât even hear the words coming out of your mouth, your heartbeat beating so loud your hearing going out.
you moved your head down pushing your forehead to spencerâs with your eyes tight.
âcum for me baby, wanna feel you tighten around my cock.â
you felt that tight feeling in your stomach, the mix of his skilled fingers and his thick cock rubbing against your walls caused your breath to stop in your throat, your release making you see stars. you stopped your movement, breathing heavily as you leaned down into spencer. you felt soft kisses on your head and face, peppering you all over.
âdid so good for me baby, love watching you use meâ
you smiled against his neck, starting to do your own kissing. you felt his breath hitch when you found the sweet spot behind his ear, the small mole behind it always guiding you to the exact spot. you took your time, sucking and biting at the spot, grinding your hips, ready to keep going.
spencer gave your thigh a quick tap, before telling you to bend over. you were quick to roll over, propping yourself up on your hands and knees before slowly wiggling yourself back and forth to him.
you felt a sharp pain on your ass, a slight stinging feeling before you felt a tight grip run through your hair. you felt your body being pulled tightly to his, his chest flushed against your back. he moved one of his hands to your chest, a his fingers glazing your nipple, his other moving to your neck, pushing his thumb and middle finger to just the right spot to apply pressure.
âi let you use me, now itâs my turn to use you angelâ spencer had leaned down to your ear, kissing your jaw before pushing you back down onto the bed.
spencer leaned down slightly, gripping your ass with both hands before spreading them. he let a trail of spit fall to your eager hole, before he rubbed it onto your pussy, giving your clit extra attention.
you moaned and pushed back into his touch before you felt him enter you quick and unforgiving, your ass jiggling with every move of his hips.
âfuck- so fucking deepâ you arched your back, begging your body to somehow take him deeper. you felt his firm calloused hands rub against your back before settling into a position on your hips, his thumbs pressing small bruises into your skin.
âtaking me so fuck-â
spencerâs voice was cut off by his phone ringing, vibrating on the nightstand beside you, and you felt his hips slow down, letting out a soft sigh as he was considering stopping completely.
you felt him hesitate but needed him to keep going, pushing your hips back into his trying to keep both of your focus.
âspence, please donât stopâ your voice still unsteady, âjust ignore itâ
spencer pulled out of you, and you let out a whine as the loss of contact. you rolled yourself over, making yourself comfortable on the pillows expecting him to walk away to return the call.
instead he leaned back over you and pulled you into a deep kiss, holding your face in both hands. your lips parting slightly when you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, allowing your tongues to meet.
spencer grabbed his dick, rubbing over your clit before he lined himself up with you, gasping when he pushed himself in.
âyouâre so fucking perfect angelâ
he pulled away, lifting your legs up to your shoulders and latching his hands to your thighs. he found himself moving slow and deep, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt around him.
you moved your hands to play with your nipples, rolling the hard buds between your finger tips. he bent down, pushing his weight into you, almost like he was folding you. he pooled spit into his mouth before he let it go to your clit, moving his hand to the bundle of nerves.
âwant you to cum again for me pretty girl, want one more before i fill you upâ
you let out a moan, sighing before you went to speak âgonna fill me-â
you were cut off by the phone ringing again, the buzzing sound making you forget your thoughts. spencer dropped your thighs and leaned over before giving you a quick kiss before he reached over to grab phone.
âspencer do not answer thatâ
he moved his finger to his lips, making a shushing motion âitâs emilyâ
you rolled your eyes, ready to kick him out and finish yourself off before heading to bed when you felt him move again. he moved his hand to cover your mouth before answering the phone.
âdoctor reidâ
you felt yourself get wetter, the sound of your slick filling the room, your moan mumbled behind his hand. spencerâs motion was relentless, his pace quick and brutal, jabbing your sweet spot with every push.
âi thought we were getting the week offâ
your leg was lifted up, making the angle even deeper and you felt your eyes roll back, out of pleasure or annoyance you couldnât tell. there was no way you were getting called in.
âi can get a hold of her for you, i remember her mentioning something about having a date this weekâ
you grinned, giggling behind his hand before spencer moved the phone to hold it on his shoulder, letting his now free hand to move back down. he never took his eyes off you, holding a shit eating grin as he felt you squeezing him tighter, squirming at how close you were. you furrowed your brows and pinched your eyes shut.
âiâll be there in an hourâ
you heard the phone beep, signaling the call was disconnected. spencer moved his hand away from your mouth down to your neck, cursing as he heard you gasp.
âdid so good for me pretty girlâ
his hips stopped deep inside you as you felt his cock twitch, filling you up. he groaned as he felt you cumming again, keeping his thumb in place to help your orgasm finish and you let a loud moan out in response. spencer gave you a long kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before he trailed his lips down your neck. he pulled himself out of you, grinning at the soft sigh you let out. he kept his lips on your body, trailing them down your stomach before reaching your thighs and nipping at the sensitive skin.
he moved his tongue and licked a long strip up your pussy, sucking on your clit before pulling up to look at you, shit eating grin on his face. âweâve got roughly 30 minutes, thatâs enough time for me to help you clean up, right angel?â
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REAL QUICK. very brief 69ing with steve under the cut - reader with a vagina!
youâre trying so hard to take every single inch of steve like itâs a competition or something. and itâs so hard when steveâs sucking on your clit at the same time youâre trying to deepthroat him.
well, until he falters, his head falling into the pillow under him, gasping and moaning.
you pull off of his cock wetly. âyouâre slackinâ back there.â
âoh my god,â he moans. âi know, im sorry - your mouth - jesus, nothinâs better.â
âi thought my pussy was the best thing ever?â
âit is,â he giggles breathlessly. âthink youâre beinâ a little greedy. iâve been putting the work in, capiche?â
you slowly stroke him, smiling when you listen to him sigh. his big hands travel up your thighs, towards the inside of them, and finally he spreads them open. his thumb finds your clit and you whimper, pausing your jerking for a brief moment before recovering.
âslacking up there,â he teases. âdoes that feel good or something?â
ây- yes-â
âam i slacking now?â
you shake your head. âdonât stop, please?â
âyâknow, there was a lot of silence from you earlier. you sure i wasnât slacking?â
youâre gonna kick him if he says âslackingâ one more time. âno, you - it - you felt good, just - your cock was distracting me.â
steve scoffs. âyeah, yeah, thats what they all say.â
his lips wrap around your clit a second later and he pulls you down, until youâre flush against his face. you gasp, nails digging into steveâs thighs, crescent moons forming on his freckled skin. âoh, steve, fuck!â
he moans, nodding. unsuctions himself from you lewdly to bury his tongue into your hole. you moan, head falling foreward, his tip leaking precum into your hairline.
âthatâs not what they mean when they call it head,â he says, then goes back to work before you can tell him to give it a rest.
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Behind Closed Doors
Your admiration of his vest leads you to an empty office with his face buried between your thighsâand an urgent Emily demanding your whereabouts.
Warnings: (18+ MDNI) soft!dom spence (are we even surprised), fingering, oral sex (f), semi-public, slight overstimulation, and Emily kind of overhears because she calls Reader in the middle of the deed (oops). 5k words
A/n: I donât have any excuse for this one, I just wanted to rewrite this scene of him because looking at it is not enough
You heard him before you saw him. It wasn't his voice per se, but the distinct sound of rapid shots cutting through the air. The noise seemed to intensify as you stepped into the control room, almost overbearing, but you'd long since grown used to its piercing sound.
"Is that Reid?" You asked, your polished boots echoing into the confined space. The officer monitoring him through the surveillance camera glanced over at you, and even though her expression didn't betray outright displeasure, you could hear a subtle edge in her voice.
"Agent Y/L/N," she greeted, her eyes darting between the rows of monitors, then to you, and finally settling on the clipboard in her hand. "You're not supposed to be here."
"Actually, I am. Itâs Tuesday, my usual training day.â
"Not for another hour."
"I know," you countered, holding up your wrist to check your watch. "But I have some spare time, thought Iâd come by early."
âIâm afraid itâs occupied right now. Agent Reid is still in the middle of his test."
This caught your attention. "What test?"
She glanced at you, her expression conflicted. "It's just a routine evaluation."
"He's currently not an active agent," you pointed out. It hadnât been too long since his release from prison. It didnât make any sense for him to go through an evaluation, not when he was behind bars for the past few weeks. Then recognition dawned on your face. "He's being evaluated to rejoin the team, isn't he?"
"I... I'm not at liberty to discuss that," she replied. Her gaze faltered momentarily before she nodded slowly, confirming your suspicions. "But yes, it's standard procedure for agents returning from extended leave."
"Oh wowâokay," you responded, absorbing the information. Your eyes flickered towards the monitor. "How's he doing?"
Her lips formed a thoughtful line before she answered, "Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp."
You let out a laugh, finding the comparison amusing. You'd known Spencer for what, three, four years? While he wasn't bad with firearms, comparing him to a historical figure like Wyatt Earp seemed a bit exaggerated. However, as you watched him through the monitors, despite your initial skepticism, you couldn't deny the truth in her words.
You had witnessed him handle a gun countless times, but always in situations where there was a real threat, where you both had to be on high alert. Yet as you observed him now from a different perspective, it was hard to tear your eyes away. It was as if he was in his element, and Spencer Reid in his element never looked so... attractive?
Now that wasn't an exaggeration. Although you had never admitted this to anyoneâgod forbid what your teammates would sayâthere was an undeniable charm to the confidence he exuded. While Spencer had always been attractive, there was something different about the way he handled the gun.
You were sure it had something to do with his time in prison. After all, who wouldn't be affected by such a daunting place, especially when you werenât supposed to be there in the first place? Yet, surprisingly, Spencer seemed to be coping better than you expected. Despite the toll it must have taken on him, it was evident that his experiences had shaped him, perhaps more than he let on.
Although he was still the same sweet, adorable guy you considered one of your closest friends. But you weren't sure your current observation of him fitted the typical definition of friendship⊠because there was nothing remotely friendly about the thoughts running in your head right now.
Not only was it not friendly, but it wasn't exactly innocent. Because look at him. Look at the way he was gripping the gun, his arms defined beneath his rolled-up sleeves. Look at the way his protective glasses covered his face, the black-rimmed frames accentuating his handsome features. And even though you had seen him wear the uniform vest countless times, somehow it was undeniably distracting the way it hugged his chest.Â
Yepâthere was nothing remotely friendly about how you wanted to climb up the man.
A sudden buzz echoed in the room, snapping you to reality. You glanced up and noticed the officer you were talking to entering the monitor screen and it dawned on you that you had been so distracted by your thoughts that you hadn't realized she had left the control room.
"I'll send the results to the review board this evening," the officer's voice resonated from the screen.
"Did I do okay?" His voice came through.
"Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp," she replied, echoing her earlier assessment. Her gaze shifted to the printed cardboard image of a man, supposedly representing the Unsub, which was shredded right around the face. "Or... Al Capone, maybe."
You observed Spencer's slight nod as she turned and walked out of the screen. Quickly, you exited the control room and met her in the hallway.
"Agent Y/L/N," she called out as she spotted you. "You can have the room in five minutesâ"
"I need to reschedule."
Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Reschedule?"
"Uh... yes, something urgent came up," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.
She regarded you for a moment before nodding. "Alright, just let me know when you want to reschedule."
"I will, thank you," you said quickly. Sensing her lingering gaze, you added, "Oh, I'm just waiting for Reid. I need his help on... something."
A faint smile played on her lips, though she didn't press further. "Of course, I'll leave you to it then."Â
With a nod, she turned and walked away just as the door at the end of the hallway opened, revealing Spencer emerging from the room. His eyes met yours in confusion, and you could sense his curiosity as he approached you.
"Hey," he greeted. "What are you doing here?"
You cocked your head to the side.
What were you doing here?Â
You took a moment to gather your thoughts before offering a shrug. "Just passing by, I guess."
His brow furrowed slightly as if he sensed there was more to your answer than you were letting on. "Alright," he said, though his curiosity lingered in his gaze.
You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, suddenly feeling the need to change the subject. "So, how did the evaluation go?"
"So you've heard.â
"Yeah," you confirmed, starting to walk down the hallway as he stepped in pace beside you. "I can't wait for you to be back on the team. Officially, that is."
"If they let me back on the team."
"Of course they will," you reassured him, your hand finding its place on his shoulder, offering support. "You're more than qualified."
He sighed, and you tried not to notice the subtle movement of his vest across his chest, or how it shifted under your touch. "You think so?"
"I know so," you affirmed, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, they'll definitely bring you back."
He stopped his pace, and so did you, before his eyes flickered towards your hand on his shoulder. He must've sensed something different, considering you weren't exactly the type of person who liked physical contact. Neither of you were, actually. While Spencer was known for his aversion to germs, you simply preferred maintaining a certain level of personal space.
"Seriously," he wondered, his tone laced with curiosity. "What are you doing down here?"
You cleared your throat. "I told you, I was just passing by."
"Really? Is that why you're talking to me instead of going through your usual training?" he pressed on. "It's Tuesday. I'm well aware of your schedule."
Damn him and his eidetic memory. You shifted away from his gaze. "Can't a girl just choose to have a chat with a friend?"
"You chose me over your scheduled routine?â his lips curved into a subtle smile. âAm I that much of a distraction?â
Yes, that damn vest is distracting me.
"Distraction might be a bit strong,â you replied, the lie sounding feeble even to your own ears.
"So youâre admitting Iâm slightly distracting?"
"I never said that.â
Spencer leaned in and you felt the heat of his proximity radiating from his body. "But you didn't deny it either.â
You felt a faint blush creep onto your cheeks as you realized the shift in his tone. Dare you say he was... flirting with you? Or was it just your imagination running wild? From the corner of your eye, you caught the subtle way he licked his lips, and without meaning to, your own gaze was drawn to the movement.
It was a habit of his, one you'd observed countless times before whether it was out of concentration or a mere reflex. But seeing it up close now, the way his tongue traced the curve of his bottom lip, was driving you insane.
You swallowed hard. This was not friendly behavior. A friend wouldn't be imagining what it would feel like to have his tongue on your lips instead.
"Y/N?"
Your face felt hot as you met his gaze. "I..."
Before you could respond, the sound of laughter and chatter from down the hallway reached your ears. You heard Penelope's unmistakable giggle with JJ's animated voice, and suddenly your instinct took over. Without a second thought, you reached out and grabbed Spencerâs arm, pulling him into an empty office nearby.Â
The door shut with a soft thud, and you frowned, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You didn't want to be caught in a state of flustered panic like some nervous school girl talking to her crush, but as Spencer stood behind you, you realized you were overreacting. The more you dwelled on it, the more absurd it seemed to hide away when there was no reason to.
With a sigh, you turned to face him. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to..."
But as your gaze met him, your words faltered because he was standing closer than you expected. Close enough that the color of his eyes seemed to intensify under the soft light filtering through the windowâa rich brown, like warm chocolate, with specks of gold that danced in the sunlight.
Your eyes involuntarily traced downwards, from the sharp lines of his nose to the curve of his lips, lingering on the stubble lining his jawline. Your mind wandered, and now you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel having it against your skin. Or how it would feel pressed against your thigh.
Your face grew hotter at the thought.
"Y/N? Are you alright?" he asked, taking a step forward. You squeaked in surprise, an actual high-pitched sound leaving your lips, as you felt the hard surface of his vest pressing against your chest.
"It's just..." You hesitated, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. "You're standing really close..."
He glanced down at you, his eyes resting on your lips. "Do you want me to move?"
"I... uh..."
His eyes flickered back up to meet yours. "I'll take that as a no."
Before you could process his words, his hand reached up, fingers gently gripping your waist. You felt a rush of heat spread through you at his touch, the sensation seeping through your shirt and you found yourself leaning into him, your breath catching in your throat as his face hovered closely above yours.
It was happening. Your heart pounded in your chest as his lips drew closer. You couldnât believe it, he was going to kiss youâSpencer-fucking-Reid was going to kiss you.
But just as his lips hovered dangerously close against yours, he suddenly stopped.
"Just to make this clear," he began, running a thumb along your side. "I respect you, both as a friend and a colleague. I don't want to force you into anything you're not comfortable with, so if you think this is pushing any boundaries thenâ"
"Spencer," you cut in. "Just kiss me already."
With a hint of relief and a small smile playing on his lips, he finally closed the gap between you.
You never imagined his lips could be so soft. He had the softest lips that moved against your own with a hint of coffee and something undeniably sweet. Those soft, soft lips parted away from yours for a moment before he leaned back in, more desperate, more needy. And when he swiped your bottom lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, you couldn't help but welcome him with a soft moan of pleasure.
He devoured you then, his tongue pushing eagerly into your mouth, his lips enveloping you with a hunger that left you breathless as he pressed himself against you. Before you could fully grasp what was happening, you were walking backward until your back collided with the solid surface of the desk.Â
With strength you didnât know he possessed, he effortlessly lifted you and perched you on top of it, prompting a surprised squeal to escape your lips. He laughed in response but you were too caught up in the moment to worry about whether he found you amusing.Â
Your hands eagerly roamed over his chest, fingers curling around the strap of his vest as you pulled him closer. He slipped between your parted legs with ease and when he pressed his evident bulge against your core, you both gasped in pleasure.
"We should... we should probably stop, right?" he murmured, his voice muffled against your lips. Despite his words, his actions betrayed his self-control as he began to roll his hips against you.
âWe're at work, someone mightââ He groaned. âSomeone might⊠hear us..."
He was right, but you found yourself unable to care about anything else but the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your heat.
"We could stop, or..." you found yourself saying without thinking. Your hands moved with a mind of their own, finding their way between you as you started to unbutton your shirt, the fabric slipping away to reveal more of your skin.Â
"Or..." He prompted, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip yet again, his breath coming out in shallow, ragged bursts.
"Or..." you repeated, pushing the front of your shirt open. "We could be quiet."
"We could be quiet," he agreed all too quickly. "We could definitely be quiet."
You let out an amused laugh. "Weâre going to get in trouble if anyone finds us."
âThen you shouldnât make a sound.â
âMe? What aboutâoh.â
His lips were already trailing down your body, leaving soft kisses as they lingered on your neck, across your collarbone, and then he moved lower, sucking lightly on the swell of your breasts. A whimper of his name escaped your lips, your fingers entwining in his hair.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes drinking at the sight of your breast pushed up against your bra, a glistening sheen of his saliva coating your skin.
âYou are stunning,â he murmured, before leaning back in to place a tender kiss on the spot where your collarbone met your shoulder. âHow far do you want to take this?â
You blinked, trying to ground yourself into the moment between the lust fogging your brain. âWhat do you mean?â
âThis,â he muttered as he rutted his hips against yours, drawing a needy moan from you. âHow far are you willing to go?â
âIf youâre asking whether I want to have sex with you, the answer is a hundred percent yes.â
You could practically feel his smile on your skin as he buried himself in the crook of your neck.
âThatâs good to know,â he whispered, causing you to arch your back as your chest pressed against the hard material of his vest. âBut I donât think we can do much considering weâre supposed to be working. Well, you at least.â
You grasped his shoulders, pushing him away to meet his gaze. âI thought we agreed to keep quiet.â
âWe can keep quiet,â he assured you, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. âBut I canât rush my time with you. Besides, you deserve a much better setting than an unoccupied office full of dust.â
âSounds like a you problem.â
He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lightly along your jawline. âMaybe, but itâs more about time, really. I just want to takeââ His lips brushed against your cheek. âMy timeââ A peck on your lips. âWith you.â
You melted right there and then. You couldâve sworn you were nothing but a puddle mess. If he wasnât holding you for support you were sure you could fall right back to the floor.
âAlright then,â you finally said, reaching for the buttons of your shirt with trembling hands only to be stopped as his fingers curled around your wrist.
âWhat are you doing?â
You shot him a puzzled look. âI thought you didnât want to have sex right now.â
âI didnât say anything about stopping,â he replied, releasing your hand before his palms slid up your thighs. âThere are plenty of other things we can do.â
You felt the heat rising in your cheeks. âLike what?â
âWell, I guess we'll just have to get creative.â
Your breath hitched when his fingers hovered over the button on your pants. You watched with a mix of excitement and disbelief as he started to undo them, your mind turning into a mushy mess. It was as if every neuron in your brain had decided to stop working.
âLift your hips for me.â
You met his gaze, trying to summon up your composure but you couldnât help the nervous twitch of your lips. He smiled at you.
âCome on, pretty girl, we donât have all day.â
Not only were you melting, but you were practically liquid by now. Your body moved on its own accordâyour hands gripping his shoulders as you lifted your hips, synchronizing perfectly with his gentle movements to slide the material over your hips and down your legs.
He placed your pants on the empty space beside you while his eyes never left your body. His gaze lingered on the rise and fall of your chest, and he leaned in, his fingers trailing over your skin before settling on the hem of your panties. His thumb slid to the front, brushing along the delicate material. Your hips bucked as he continued to run his thumb up and down as if he were trying to map out your slick folds over the fabric.
âLook at you dripping,â he mused, his eyes fixated on the way his thumb slid over to your clit. âAre you always this wet?â
Your cheeks heated at the question. He wasnât even trying to make it come off as dirty talk; he asked it like a normal question, as if he were simply wondering about what you ate for breakfast. But the question alone had your face burning because you did not expect it to come from him.
âI⊠I guess so.â
âYou guess so?â he asked, his tone amused. He hooked his fingers into the material of your panties before pushing it to the side.
âI-I donât know.â You let out a breathless moan when his fingers grazed your slit. âWhenever Iâm turned on, I donât... I donât exactly touch myself just to check how wet I am.â
Spencer chuckled softly, angling his hand between your thighs before gently pushing his middle finger into your entrance. You gasped at the sudden stretch, brows furrowing as he pressed further, and your hand instinctively gripped onto his arm.
âDo you often touch yourself?â
Your head fell back as he started to move.
âM-Maybe,â you managed to stutter out.
"What do you think of when you do?" he asked slowly, his own breath starting to grow shallow as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He observed the way your mouth fell open, your tongue slightly slipping out in the corner, and the way your eyes shut closed. He was fascinated by the effect he had on you, on how just a simple touch had you squirming.
âA⊠a lot of things,â you managed to reply.
âHave you ever thought of me?â
Whoa.
The question caught you off guard, and you blinked, momentarily stunned.
This was dangerous territory, but then again, nothing seemed quite as risky as being fingered by your coworker on a Tuesday afternoon. So what harm could it be if you admitted that yes, in fact, he had crossed your mind when you touched yourself wishing it was his fingers instead?
A lot of harm, actually. One, it seemed like an inappropriate confession given your friendship. Friends don't usually imagine each other in sexual scenarios. And two, you could die of embarrassment.
"No," you replied, hoping your voice sounded more confident than you felt.
He hummed skeptically. âI thought we were past the point of lying between profilers.â With a pause, he added another finger inside you, causing you to bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. âIs this how you imagined it in your fantasies?â
What was the point of lying now? You swallowed hard, trying to think of a witty response to distract from the intense pleasure coursing through your body.
âUh⊠This is slightly better.â
âSlightly? Iâm hurt.â He pressed his thumb onto your clit. âWhat else did you think of then?â
Your cheeks flushed even more. âYou⊠well, um, you also used your tongue.â
The airy laugh he let out sent a shiver down your spine. âReally? And how did that fantasy play out?"
Your heart raced as you tried to find the right words. "Let's just say it involved a lot more tongue action and a lot less talking."
His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. âThen letâs reenact it.â He gently pulled his fingers out of you. âLay on your back.â
With a shaky breath, you complied, sprawling out on the desk, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you. When he reached for the waistband of your panties, you couldn't help but crack a joke. "If I knew this was the direction this day was heading, I would've worn my fanciest underwear."
Spencer shook his head. âTrust me, you don't need fancy underwear to drive me crazy."
He then deftly removed your panties, his movements confident yet tender, like he was unwrapping a precious gift. When the fabric pooled at your ankle, he got down on his knees and parted your legs wider, positioning himself between them.
You watched, anticipation building, as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your inner thigh. Then, with a teasing glance, he pressed his lips to your skin, planting soft kisses along the trail of your inner thigh, inching closer to your core.
You shivered at the sensation and your heart raced with every kiss. His hands roamed over your thighs, tracing delicate patterns while his mouth brushed closer to where you craved him the most. You bit down your bottom lip, unable to contain the moan that escaped as his tongue flicked out, grazing your sensitive flesh.
This was definitely better than your fantasies, the ones you'd harbored in secret, too taboo to admit even to yourself. But here you were, living out those desires in the most deliciously real way possible.
You gasped as his tongue lavished your slit, tasting every inch, mixing your arousal that was beginning to drip from your core with his saliva. Your back arched off the desk, thighs trembling and when they threatened to close, he made sure two heavy palms kept them open long enough for his tongue to drag over your clit.
You couldnât believe this was happening. Somehow it felt like a dream, but everything was real. His face was right between your thighs; his mouth pressed against your cunt, his tongue lapping through your wet folds. And it wasnât as simple as tasting you, he was eating you, devouring you, swallowing every drop of your arousal as if he couldnât get enough of your taste.
You started to lose control of your mind, your body, your actions. Your hips bucked to meet his tongue, your jaw slackening as stifled moans spilled from your lips. And that was when you felt itâa faint vibration against your thigh. At first, you thought it was just the sensation of his touch, but then the loud, unmistakable loud ringtone of your phone shattered the moment.
"Shit!" You squealed, scrambling to grab your phone from your discarded pants. The last thing you needed was for someone to discover you in this compromising position.
"It's Emilyââ You pushed his head away, trying to hide your flushed face as he looked at you with surprise. His lips were glistened with your arousal and his hair seemed messier. God, he looked so pretty.
"Don't answer it."
"It might be important." With a pointed look, you silently urged him to keep quiet as you brought the phone to your ear with trembling fingers. âH-Hey... what's up?"
Emily's voice came through the line, slightly muffled by the sounds of commotion in the background. âHey, I need you to review the report you submitted yesterday, you left a few details about the Unsub.â
Spencer's lips brushed against your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine, and you had to bite back a moan. You shot him a warning glare, mouthing âstopâ before turning your attention back to the call.
âY/N? Are you listening?â
âYeah,â you breathed out. âSo⊠um, which report?â
"The case in Florida," your boss explained. "You mentioned that the Unsub was targeting women between the ages of 25 and 35âŠâ
You were trying to listen, you really were, but it was hard when you felt his fingers ease into your cunt, your juices dripping out, coating his flesh as he curled them inside. You almost let out a whine as his thumb pressed to your clit, caressing in circular motions.Â
ââŠhe's also been stalking younger women."
Your eyes screwed shut as he sped up his pace. His touch was driving you crazy, and you could barely register the conversation over the sounds of your own arousal echoing in the room.
âY/N.â
You snapped your eyes open, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you tried to concentrate on the call. "Uh, yeah, go on," you managed to stammer, hoping she didn't notice your wavering tone.
âAre you okay? You sound... off," Emily's voice cut through the haze of pleasure. You shot Spencer another pleading look, but he simply smiled at you with a hand still between your thighs and the other slipping underneath your bra.
You forced yourself to take a deep breath, fighting against the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "Uh, yeah, I⊠I-Iâm doing my training.â
You mentally cursed yourself for the terrible excuse. Emily didn't seem entirely convinced. "Training?"
"Yeah, you know, the uh... firearm training? I-Itâs Tuesday.â
There was a pause on the other end before she spoke again. âAre you sure youâre okay? You sound like you're in pain."
You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers curled inside of you. "No, no, I'm fine. Just... a little out of breath from all the⊠shooting."
Spencer let out an incredulous scoff, and you shot him a pointed glare.
âAre you with someone?â
You hesitated, racking your brain for a believable excuse, but all you could muster was a feeble, "Uh, nope.â
There was a pause on the other end, and the tension in the air seemed to thicken as your body flushed with heat. Meanwhile, Spencer seemed intent on torturing you, never stopping his pace. If anything, it seemed like his movements were increasing. Just when you thought you couldn't feel more exposed, another scoff echoed through your ear, this time from Emily.
âAlright, where are you really?â she pressed, her tone indicating she wasn't buying your flimsy excuse.
âI told you I-Iâm doing my training.â
She laughed. âY/N, we profile people as a job. I can sense your lie even through the phone.â
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. What was up with these profilers and their knack for sniffing out lies? You were one yourself, but apparently, you were no match for their scrutiny.
âIâm notââ your words were cut short when he stood up, hovering above you. You looked up at him, smiling at you innocently as his fingers continued to curl deep inside you. You clutched his forearm with your free hand, attempting to steady yourself.
"I'm not lying," you managed to squeak out.
"Mhm," came Emily's voice from the other end. âJust come by my office and grab the report, okay?â
Your breath hitched as his fingertips delved deeper, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of his hand moving between your legs, coated in your arousal with each thrust. You could feel your orgasm edging closer. Your hips moved in sync with his motions as the pressure built, the tension coiling tighter in your stomach andâ
âY/N!â
âY-Yes, Iâm⊠Iâm coming.â Spencer's low chuckle filled your ears, and you realized what you'd unintentionally implied. Your eyes widened in embarrassment. âI mean, I-Iâll be there soon, okay, bye!â
You quickly slammed your phone down on the desk, ending the call with a thud. But before you could even take a breath, Spencer's fingers were back to their rapid pace, driving you to the edge of sanity. Your body staggered under his touch, your hips moving in sync with his relentless rhythm, the world outside the room fading away into a blur of pleasure.
"A-Ahâw-wait, fuckâ"
You barely managed to utter a protest before his hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure. Your back arched, your head thrown back as you tightened your grip on his wrist, your body writhing beneath him as your orgasm consumed you.
It lasted longer than you expected and Spencer seemed determined to push you over the edge as he shifted his attention from your cunt to your sensitive clit. His fingers withdrew momentarily, only to return with a renewed intensity, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Your senses were on overload as you moaned into his hand, the sound muffled but still audible. He worked you, over and over, and you didn't even know your body could take so much. Every stroke, every caress sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, building up to an intensity that bordered on overwhelming.
Your legs shook uncontrollably as the sensations reached a fever pitch. It was all too much, too intense, and in a moment of desperation, you pushed his hand away. When the last tremors of your orgasm finally faded away, you collapsed back onto the desk, panting heavily, your limbs feeling like jelly.Â
Spencer removed his hand from your mouth, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched you catch your breath. âAre you okay?"Â
You nodded weakly. âYeah, just⊠that was intense.â
âGood intense?â
âReally good intense,â you replied with a sheepish grin, which only made him smile. With shaky hands, you pushed yourself up from the desk, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over you. As you began to dress yourself, you couldn't help but steal a glance at himâor rather, the evident bulge underneath his pants.
âThat⊠that doesnât look comfortable,â you remarked.
Spencer waved off your worry with a dismissive chuckle. âDonât worry about me, I can take care of it myself.â
âHere? At work?â Your eyes widened at the implication. âI didn't know you had it in you.â
He cocked his head to the side. âThatâs not what I meant. Itâll eventually go away if I ignoreâstop staring at it,â he added with a laugh. âYouâre not helping.â
Your gaze lingered a moment too long on his bulge. "I can think of another way to help.â
Spencer's breath caught in his throat, his imagination running wild with possibilities, but he quickly regained his composure. "Go," he said, gently nudging you towards the door once you were properly dressed. "Emily's waiting for you."
Your eyes swept over him and a wave of awkwardness suddenly washed over you. What was the protocol after experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life? Shake his hand? Give him a high-five? You couldn't help but stifle a nervous laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
After a brief moment of contemplation, you decided to trust your instincts. With a hint of hesitation, you stepped closer and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He blinked in surprise, but before he could respond, you were already rushing to the door.
He couldn't help but smile as he watched you leave, a tingling sensation lingering on his cheek where your lips had briefly touched. But as he licked his lips absentmindedly, he couldn't shake the taste of your arousal that lingered there.
Groaning softly, he shifted uncomfortably as his mind filled with vivid images of you squirming under him; your mouth agape, eyes half-closed, your pretty legs spread apart. The memory of your moans echoed in his ears and his cock stirred in his pants.Â
He sighed, realizing he was in for a long day if he didn't do something about it. With a slight grimaceâand the embarrassment gnawing at him for what he was about to doâhe let his feet carry him to the nearest bathroom.
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S.M.S | Matt Murdock x F!Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Summary: Getting intimate with Matt in the morning on a lazy Sunday.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), SMS (soft morning sex), slight Dom!Matt, praise kink, use of "good girl", unprotected p in v, slight choking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, slight (very slight) breeding kink, mention of cum eating, use of "my wife"
Word Count: 1.8k
A/n: This is pure filth with no plot. I don't know what came over me. I'm so desperate for this man, it's not even funny anymore. I'm gonna take a cold shower because writing this made me feel some kind of way... anyway, enjoy this little smut piece! Diving right in under the cut (with a gif), so minors, scramble!
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The morning sun streams in through the windows. In the distance, a few birds are chirping at the top of their little lungs. A car honks. The people of Hellâs Kitchen are slowly waking up and going about their weekend.Â
All the noise doesnât matter to you though. The four walls you call home form a protective shield around you, and the only music in the air is the mixed sound of your moans and Mattâs strong thighs meeting the back of yours as he thrusts his thick cock into the tight confines of your cunt.
Heâs behind you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the front, and the other holds on tight to your hip. He moves your body back against his, thrusting into you over and over again at a gentle pace. You donât have to do anything but take his long, deep, and slow strokes that you can feel in your stomach.Â
With every thrust, the tip of his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside of you. The spot that makes your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and stars erupt in front of your eyes. It makes your entire body give in to the compelling pull of absolute pleasure, the coil within you tightening and tightening and tightening, but still too far away to explode.Â
Mattâs fingers are rough, but when they touch you, they remind you of soft feathers, always making sure not to hurt you. He pours his love into his touch like a poet would bleed his soul into his rhymes. His touch burns into your beingâinto the essence of who you areâand it consumes you to the point that you could never forget the feeling of Matt Murdock touching you. Sometimes itâs rough, sometimes itâs sensual, but itâs always full of unconditional love.
His sweaty skin slaps against yours. He drags his cock out of your cunt again, slowly, until only the tip remains inside, and you whimper at the loss. He grunts into your ear. The sound of your wetness collecting around his shaft, pouring down your thighs together with his pre-cum like an overfilled glass of white wine, reverberates in his ears. It drives him crazy.
Matt grunts, and he pushes back into you. The squelching sound that your slick folds make is not only audible to him.Â
You convince yourself that you can feel every single vein along his cock as he fills you in a way only he can. You can feel him twitch, already so sensitive from a sloppy morning fuckâbut are you even fucking or are you, in the most literal sense of the word, making love? Are you being primal and animalistic or are you being gentle with each other? Itâs more of the latter, you suppose. Neither of you is in a rush. Itâs early morning on a Sunday. All you need is each other after life kept you separate for most of the past week. What you have and what you are doing right now is raw, unbridled intimacyâand a primal need that you need to satiate.Â
His stubble scratches against the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You moan again. The added stimulation intensifies the burning in your core. The position he has got you in allows him to go deeper, but it tightens your walls to the point itâs almost painful. Itâs not unlike you to crave a little pain with pleasure.
âYouâre so fucking tight like this,â Matt growls into your ear. âI can feel your pulse against my cock. Do you know how fucking lewd that sounds?â
âOh, God!â Your eyes roll back, and your toes curl as you moan his name again and again.Â
He chuckles roughly. âNever heard something more beautiful.â
âMatt, please,â you beg without knowing what youâre begging for.
You want to come. You want to clench your walls around his cock and cover him in your wetness until the sheets are soaked; you want him to fill you up with his cum until youâre stuffed to the brim, and you want him to eat it out of you like a starved caveman, but you also donât want this to end.Â
You want to keep feeling him just like this, in every ounce of your body, consuming you whole, and loving you endlessly, emotionally, and physically.Â
He smiles against your heated skin. Again, he kisses your shoulder. His hand comes to rest around your throat, not squeezing but simply holding you.Â
âLift your leg for me, sweetheart,â he commands.
You inhale sharply. How could you ever disobey him? You lift your leg as he told you to, and he grabs your thighs with his hand, throwing it over his own. Youâre on your side, spread wide open for himâover him. His cock hits even deeper, even further than before, and you ask yourself if that is even possible. Heâs just so fucking thick.Â
âThere you go,â Matt purrs, his lips pressing to your ear. The sweat dripping down his temple mixes with yours and soaks into your skin. âGood girl.â
The good girl gets you. It gets you every time. Praise from him is like being praised by a higher entity. Your walls tighten in a vice grip.Â
He groans. The groan is so deep it makes his chest vibrate, and his hand tightens around your neck ever so slightly. Itâs enough to make you gasp.Â
You cling to him. Your nails drag over the hairs on his forearm. The moan you let out sounds high-pitched and too far away to grasp, but he hears it. He hears it all.
And then Mattâthat fuckerâreaches his free hand between your legs and he cups your wet pussy. His cock still thrusting in and out of you scrambles the words in your brain and turns them into desperate mewls.
He curses when you clench down around him. âYou take me so well,â he never fails a beat with the praise, knowing just when to use it to pull a response out of you.
You reach behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair. The strands are sweaty, sticking to his skin, and you wish you could see more than his stubble. You wish he would tilt his head down to kiss you. Instead, you have to press your lips to the skin of his neck, tracing your tongue over his pulse points and tugging at his hair. That is how you can taste him.Â
You are needy and desperate, and your body is the one thing in control. You couldnât form a coherent thought even if you tried. Itâs just him, his hands, and his cock; he consumes you, all of you, without mercy.
Your touch burns his fuses. He whimpers. You love it when he does that. When he sounds wrecked for you. Only for you. You are the only one that can make him feel this way.
His hand disappears from your cunt. âOpen,â he instructs.Â
Out of instinct, you open your mouth. He slides the three fingers in the middle between your lips, pushing down on your tongue until you gag like you would on his cock.Â
âThatâs it. Get them nice and wet for me so I can rub your clit.â
You moan, swirling your tongue around the digits. You suck on them. The saliva drips from the corner of your mouth, down his forearm.
âGonna make you come, okay?â Matt pants. It turns him on just how messy he can get you, and every time anew, he sees how far he can go. He gives another harsh thrust, then adds, his voice still beyond breathless, âMake you come all over my cock.âÂ
A strangled moan escapes him, and it is like porn to you.Â
When he finally kisses your cheek, you turn your head to meet his lips. As soon as you taste him and yourself on his tongue, youâre done for.
He cups your pussy again, this time rubbing all three fingers you just sucked over your sensitive clit. You howl. Your back arches away and at the same time into his touchâyouâre going to burst soon, you know it.Â
As if he read your mind, he presses his fingers just below your jaw. The rhythm of his fingers on your clit matches the pounding of his cock, and he skilfully drags his thrusts along your G-spot.Â
You pull at his hair. âMatt. Iâm gonnaââ The words are too much to utter at this time.
âI know,â he coos. âI know, baby. Iâve got you.â
âFuck!â
âCome for me.â
The coil snaps, sending a shockwave rippling through your entire body, and drowning you in ecstasy. Your thighs quiver and you shout his name like a prayer. Youâre falling, and there seems to be no end in sight. No one to catch you.Â
You come long and hard, his thrusts faltering as you suck him in and clench with the sheer force of your orgasm. Instinctively, you pull your leg back to shut them and keep him trapped inside, but his hand stops you.Â
âKeep your legs open,â Matt says.
You cry out. With every thrust, with every flick of his finger over your already sensitive clit, he drives you deeper into a state of overstimulation.
âI want you to give me another one, baby. One more, and Iâll fill you up. Please.â
It doesnât take long for you to be back on that edge. You intertwine your fingers with his on your throat. The perfect necklace.Â
Matt pulls out again. You tilt your hips back, forcing him back inside. âIâm gonna come,â you warn him.Â
It hasnât even been two minutes since he last made you, but he knows just how to keep you on edge. That way, he can drag several orgasms out of you, each more intense than the other. He has made it his mission to ruin you for any other man.
When you come this time, Matt lets you snap your thighs shut as your entire body shakes in his arms. You cry out, bucking your hips, and clinging to his hand, but it isnât enough.Â
He thrusts upward into you once more, and then heâs coming, too. His hot cum spurts into your cunt. For a moment, he stills completely.Â
Matt sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, the copper taste exploding on both of your tongues, but a little blood has never turned you off.Â
He fucks his cum into you, slowly, passionately, making sure that no drop goes to waste. Only when heâs satisfied does he stop, and he allows the two of you a moment to breathe.
Thump, thump, thump. Your heart begins to slow down.Â
âHoly shit, Matthew,â you murmur.Â
He chuckles, smoothing the spot where he dug his teeth into over with his tongue. âGood morning to you, too.â
âOh, good morning, indeed.â A satisfied giggle passes your lips. âI think we just woke the neighbors.â
âWhat time is it?â
You peek at the alarm clock on the nightstand. âHalf past ten,â you say.
âThen itâs not a disturbance of the peace,â he states as a matter of fact.Â
âItâs not?â
âNah.â He pulls out, rolling over to pull you into his side. âA noise complaint would never hold up in court. Even if they filed one, Iâm a really good lawyer,â he says, âand I will defend my wifeâs pleasure until the day I die.â
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donât you want me | boyfriend!steve x reader x eddie
content & context: you and steve are tasked with checking in on eddie while heâs hiding out at reefer rickâs.Â
mentions of drugs & all parties smoke, virgin!eddie, eddie gets caught masturbating by reader and steve, oral (all receiving and giving), steve accidentally initiates oral with eddie (makes sense i promise), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, steve!breeding kink, cum play, cum swapping. everyoneâs a lil fruity! reader is kinda just passed around!! **emphasizing that there are sexual interactions between steve and eddie!**
she/her pronouns used for reader!
authorâs note: ⊠i canât believe this is finally getting posted but here we are! its been ages in the making and iâm so glad to finally have it out there. if i missed something during editing pls let me know! <3
word count: 8.4k - i added plot to this one!
If you thought Steve complained about being the babysitter, you should hear the way he complains about being Eddieâs caretaker.Â
In all honesty, he still wasnât quite sure that Eddie was completely innocent in all this mess. Was he a killer? Probably not. That doesnât mean he wants to hang around the guy, let alone have you hang around him.Â
Heâs protective, thatâs all.Â
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professor | s.r x fem!reader
êš requested: anonymous
êš genre: smut
êš summary: you've always had eyes for your professor, always doing or wearing something that'll provoke him. one day you wear a particularly short skirt and spencer decides he can't take it anymoreâŠ
he noticed you almost immediately, even with the other students rushing in to take their seats. more particularly, he noticed your black skirt, which was way too short to be appropriate. he could almost make out the bottom of your ass as you walked up the steps to get to your seat, having to turn around to keep his eyes off of you.
it was something he'd gotten used to, seeing you in provocative clothing, but that didn't mean it made it any less hard. though, to him it seemed that you showed a little more skin each time you showed up to his class.
you only had his class three times a week so he wasn't sure if that's how you dressed for all of your other classes or just his, but he likes to think that you only dressed that way for him.
when spencer turned around to face his students his eyes landed on you almost immediately, noticing how you swirled your tongue around a cherry red lollipop with a small smirk on your lips. he let out a shaky breath and looked down at his watch, there were 10 minutes of class left. spencer looked back up and glanced around the class, noticing how everyone had a bored expression on their face.
"we'll continue this next week, you're all dismissed." he closed the textbook on his desk, he could probably mention a few things in 10 minutes but he couldn't take your teasing anymore. all the students quickly packed up their things and rushed out the door, you were the last one to pack up and get out of your seat. "y/n, i need you to stay after for a few."
you stopped in your tracks, pulling your lollipop out of your mouth with a 'pop' and turned around to face him. you looked him over before tilting your head and stalking closer to him. "yes, sir?"
spencer cleared his throat at the title and gestured to the chair sitting in front of his desk as he sat down himself, you dropped your lollipop into the small trash can beside his desk before taking a seat in front of him.
"we need to talk about your choice of clothing," he leaned forward and intertwined his hands on the desk, watching as you looked down at your clothes and looked back up at him.
"do you not like it?"
"that's the problem," he sighed, standing up and rounding the desk, he crossed his arms as he leaned on the desk and looked down at you. "i do like it and it keeps me from doing my job properly."
you smiled to yourself as you realized that your plan had worked just like you wanted it to, though it took some time for him to catch on. you got up from the chair and stood in front of him, stepping between his open legs and almost leaning into him. spencer looked down at your hands as you placed them on his chest and straightened his tie.
you stepped closer to him and leaned up to brush your lips against his. "that's a problem then, yeah?" you mumbled against his lips.
spencer let out a small huff and placed his hands on your hips so he could pull your body flush to his as he closed the gap between your lips. his hands moved down your backside and rested on your ass.
he walked forward and caused you to walk backward, he did that until he had you pressed against the other side of his desk. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you up to sit on the desk.
spencer pulled away from your lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, loving the sound of your small gasps and breathy whimpers when he found your sweet spot.
"when- fuck- when's your next class?" you asked, pushing your fingers in his hair and tugging at it gently. spencer groaned at the feeling of your fingers dragging across his scalp.
he pulled away from your throat to look down at his watch, cursing under his breath when he saw that his next class was in less than five minutes. he looked back up at you and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips.
"we don't have enough time." he reached up and cupped your cheek, smiling softly at your annoyed groan. "i know, i know but it's my last class."
you frowned and slid off his desk, turning around and getting a pen and paper so you could write down the address to your off-campus apartment. spencer couldn't help but let his eyes travel down to your ass while you were bent over his desk.
you turned back around and placed the sticky note in his hand, leaning up and placing one last kiss on his lips. "i'll be waiting for you."
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There could be hundreds, thousands of reasons why this was a stupid ideaâ an incredibly stupid idea
You couldn't sleep. The buzzing anxiety had been coursing throughout every muscle in your body. All you could do was stare at the roof, pulling the sheets over your body and moving around restlessly.
But now, your feet dragged you towards the door to Spencers room, and if you were given a few more seconds you promised those reasons would come upâ any second now.
You hugged your body, trying to drag out the cold air that hit your bare arms and awakened a raging string of goosebumps across your skin.
You swore that you had tried to get some sleep, you really did. Unfortunately, your own body was working against you because the only thing you could focus on was the very person you swore you hated.
The stupid stunt Spencer pulled earlier was now giving you side effects. Your body physically ached as you became reminiscent of that afternoons events.
The gentleness but urgent way in which his lips felt grazing and nipping yours, leaving you mushy beneath his touch. How his hands felt, pulling and gripping at your body in just the right places. You remembered how his smell infected you almost immediately, the way his hair felt beneath your fingertipsâ it was all too much.
So of course, the only way you knew how to deal with the increasingly aching feeling in your body was appearing at his hotel room door at three in the morningâ now that was logical.
You really didn't grasp the reality of what you were doing until you stood in front of his door, debating wether or wether not to knock. Your fist hovered above the door, until you'd get second thoughts and apprehend your knuckles from the door, before hovering over it over the door once again, and so on.
You inhaled deeply, trying to calm the nerves that bundled up inside of you. You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. God, this was stupid.
Just as you raised your hand a final time to knock, the door flew open and you froze.
Behind the other side, was Spencer, hair tousled and eyes heavy with stress. When you made eye contact with him, at first you felt a jolt of electricity zap your spine, but then you quickly felt massively embarrassed.
He too, looked as if he had just been caught red handed. Which, in reality, he had been given since he was about to make his way over to your hotel door, seemingly under distress for the same reason you were.
"I, uhâ" You started. What was it even like to have a conversation with him? All you knew how to do was taunt him.
Spencer's lips parted softly and you couldn't resist dropping your gaze to them. You felt out of control and you hated it. The two of you stood there, immobile, unable to do anything.
"You, uhmâ" Spencer started, reaching to rub the back of his neck. "Are you not cold?"
You furrowed your brows, looking down at yourself seeing that your skin had been covered in goosebumps. The small shorts and tank top were not doing you any favors in keeping your body warm. Your face flushed with embarrassment.
"Obviously," You bit back. He pulled his lips into a tight line and nodded. Your eyes screwed shut and you slapped your hands across your face, covering it and groaning into your palms.
"I hate you." You stated. Spencer cocked a brow upward.
"I'm trying to sleep and because of that stunt you pulled earlier todayâ I can't."
"You, cant." He repeated as of trying to piece together why you were actually at the door of his hotel room.
"Yes! I can'tâ" Your voice was tense, choked. Spencer shifted, opening the door a little wider.
"I can't either," He butted. You clamped your mouth shut and stared at him, blushing furiously. You hated how out of control you felt of your body right nowâ how it seemed to be responding before you were.
You had to force yourself to pull away, feeling your body ache as you pushed at his chest, ensuring some distance was put between the two of you.
Spencer's hands remained on your waist as he watched you closely. You avoided his gaze, focusing only on the floor since you found it incredibly hard not to immediately cave just at the slightest glimpse of how darkened his eyes had gotten.
So when you looked up, we're you entirely surprised that you pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips onto his yet again? No.
"We really should stop," You managed to mummer between heated kisses. The airiness in your voice was doing horrible things to Spencer and he was finding it incredibly hard to keep himself stable.Â
"Yeah," He muttered back, persisting his attack on your lips. You pulled him by the collar of his shirt as close as you physically could, breathing in every single aspect of him.
None of you made a single effort to stop.
You didn't know how the two of you ended up in this positionâ actually, that was a lie. You did.
A few minutes ago you were at Spencer Reid's doorâ and now you were inside his room, doing things you never even thought you'd associate doing with Spencer Reid.
Not that you were complaining or anything.
Just thinking back on what had happened at the campus wasn't helping the burning sensation that settled in the pool of your stomach.
All you could focus on was how Spencer's hands felt gripping you, how his lips felt kissing you. It's like he had suddenly intoxicated you and there was no use at figuring out how to get rid of him.
You preferred it when he annoyed you in other ways, not sexually. Because when it was other ways you knew how to ease the frustrationâ This was harder to manage.
Spencer found himself in probably the same exact state as you which didn't make matters easier for any of you. That's probably why the two of you ended up in such a predicament.
You pulled his waist onto yours and you were delighted to feel how hard he was against you. A deeper desperation began to pool at the pit of your stomach, one that needed him closer and one that desperately needed to feel release.
"I-I didn'tâ" You panted as Spencer pulled away, dipping his head into your neck. He nipped and kissed every single angle until he found the spot beneath your ear that caused you to become putty in his arms. "I didn't take you for the jealous type."
His hands dipped underneath your shirt, letting his hands roam across your sides. The contrast of his warm hands with your cold skin caused you to shutter. "I'm not jealous."
He kissed along your jaw and then began planting kisses across your chest and neck. You found yourself scoffing. "T-then why did youâ fuck."
There was a desperate yet gentle feeling underneath Spencer's touches. All of it felt rushed, but so soft and tender in a way that had your head spinning. It was incomprehensible to you how someone you thought hated you so profusely was so gentle and eager to touch you.
Even more incomprehensible how someone you thought you hated so much had such an effect on your body.
âSomeâ Someone who isnât jealousââ Spencer urged you backward until your ass bumped against the corner of the hotel bed behind you. The way your body responded immediately to him was almost too lascivious. âWouldnât react the way you did earlier todayââ
You involuntarily rolled your hips against his, begging for some sort of friction. Spencer responded with a groan as his body felt as if it was on fire. The strain in his pants was becoming harder to live with by the second, especially when you kept rolling your own hips over his.
âShut up,â He made his way back to your mouth, kissing it feverishly, as if drunk off of just the taste of you. You hummed finding it quickly transition to a whine as Spencer pushed you to sit on the corner of the bed.
"I still don't like you," You stated, feeling the need to clarify. Spencer pulled back, scanning your dark eyes and disheveled hair, and found your words amusing.
"So why were you at my door?" You resisted, groaning as he kissed the corner of your jaw in a feathery light manner that had you close to combusting.
"You do not get to go all smug with me." He peered up at you, with that same overly cocky and competent glint in his eyes. You felt yourself growing hotter, and more frustrated and it was starting to become unbearable.
"Tell me why," His tone was genuinely curious. He placed a kiss on your chest and pushed your tank top up, allowing his lips to connect with the exposed skin of your stomach as he began making his way down.
Your breath hitched immediately, but yet again how could you complain? He looked so desperate, a look that resembled that of a need, like this was something he desperately needed or else he might actually combust. You didn't look much better. Your eyes were practically begging him to do anything, touch you and feel you anywhere.
"Tell you what?" You clenched your jaw as he kissed down your leg while propping himself onto his knees in front of youâ a sight that you found yourself falling in love with immediately.
"You said you hated me earlier," His hand gently guided you to place you foot on his shoulder. You were apprehensive at first, but with one kiss on your inner thigh you soon found your worries fading away. "I want to know why."
"F-For startersâ" You shuddered a breath as he kissed closer towards your center. "You're insufferably annoying,"
"Mhm," He hummed. His fingers hooked beneath the straps of your shorts and panties, helping you lift your hips and pulling them down past your legs.
"I think it's stupid how you're always using big colloquialâ" You let out a groan as he kissed you right beside your most sensitive part. "Wordsâ ah,"
Your voice died beneath a moan as he finally place a featherlight kiss right onto the center of your clit.
"What else?" His voice sounded smug and you despised it.
"Y-youâ" There was another kiss right onto your clit only this time, he didn't skip out on letting his tongue linger just a little longer. The words died in your throat and you could tell he was doing it on purpose. "Fuck,"
As infuriating as it was though, his persistent teasing, you truthfully couldn't bring yourself to care.
Spencer began slowly teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue, circling patterns around the sensitive bud. You threw your head back with a moan as your whole body responded to him. He continued, wanting nothing more than to hear that specific sound you made over and over again.
You allowed yourself to look down at him, jaw slack as you followed his movements carefully. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he looked so incredibly good between your legs.
Your fingers threaded themselves into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The touch emitted a hum from his throat, which added vibrations against your clit. A mix between a gasp and a moan left your lips and it sounded like heaven to Spencer.
He wanted nothing more than to hear every variation of lewd sounds you could possible make and he wanted to map and learn what caused each and everyone of them. So with that, he took your sensitive bud between his lips and sucked gently.
Your jaw slacked even more as his lips moved against your clit mercifully. His tongue varied from traveling all across your cunt, learning it's way and figuring out which spots caused you to squirm the most.
The noises you were making were close to pornagraphic and you worried somebody might overhear. Then again, you were almost positive that no one else in the team was staying anywhere close to this room number, so you couldnât bring yourself to care.
You felt your legs start to shake slightly and once you took notice of the tightness in your lower belly you knew it wouldnât be long until you reached your climaxâ not if he kept up like this.
"Spence," Your lips involuntarily let out the familiar nickname and something inside Spencer shifted.
He had never heard you call him anything other than his last name, maybe Spencer if he was very lucky. But hearing you not only use that nicknameâ but moan it, gave him the scary realization that he was more induced than he thought in whatever spell you had him under.
He sucked on your clit just a little bit harsher and you squirmed under his grip, knees giving in on yourself. When you moved to clamp your thighs shut Spencer used his hands to grip at your knees, preventing you from lessening his access.
Your back arched into him, suddenly feeling your vision buzzing as you audibly whined at his touch. âIâm gonna cum,â
Spencer hummed and that was enough for your body to crumble under your climax. Your head fell back with a loud moan, toes curling under the ecstasy of your high.
Your chest heaved, slowly coming down from your peak as Spencer made his way back up to you, setting a few kisses onto different spots of your body.
Every nerve on your body was tingly to his touch. He looked at you, smiling at the sight of your lightly flushed cheeks and half hooded eyes. He reached up, tucking a few flyaway strands of hair behind you ear.
Spencer opened his mouth to say something but quickly clamped it close. You looked at him and he found no traces of your usual grouchy glare. He liked this look on you a whole lot more.
âSay it,â You whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek as you tried to catch your breath.
âHmm?â
âYou weâre going to say something but you refrained from doing so,â You breathed finally opening your eyes and staring deep into his, noticing his . âSay it,â
Spencer hesitated, scanning you over once more. It was as if he was trying to memorize every single crease and freckle on your face, savoring how unreal you looked up close.
âYou look pretty.â He whispered, suddenly scared of his own words. Your heart throbbed, along with the sudden need to have him inside of you.
See this is where things for you became confusing. How is it that before, you thought you could swear on any higher power that all Spencer Reid could do was piss the living shit out of you. But now, there was this confusing, light airy feeling that infested every fragment of your beingâ You could just blame the endorphins that came from the sex, maybe tomorrow youâd go back to being sure that you hated him.
But nowâ
You cupped Spencerâs cheeks and pulled his lips onto yours, sighing at the feeling you had suddenly grown awfully familiar to. He pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you until your back was propped against the wrinkled pillows of his bed.
Your kissing once again became frantic as you pulled at the hem of his shirt. He happily obliged with pulling it over his head, leaving you all the room to roam your hands across his bare torso.
Your lips clashed in a hurried frenzy as that familiar buzzing heat began pooling in your belly again. You didnât even want to know what Spencer was going through, given since he hasnât been given a release since you got there.
Your legs wrapped around his lower body, pushing his hardness onto you and rolling your hips harshly. He hissed, groaning into your mouth. âFuckââ
âSpencer,â You started, apprehensive as to wether or wether not what you wanted to say next was the smartest thing for your own ego.
âHmm?â He kissed your jaw.
âIs it weird that right now I canât seem to think of a single reason as to why I dislike you?â
âNot a single one?â
âDonât push it.â You glared at him as he guided down onto the bed, hovering carefully over you.
Letâs just say it was a long night. One Derek and Emily unfortunately caught on too and teased the absolute shit out of you.
Againâ You couldnât bring yourself to care.
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You and Spencer finally find time for your first time. 6k
fem, afab!reader, mostly confident!reader, foreplay, oral sex, p in v sex, lovey dovey tender loser sex, established relationship, pet names, aftercare, requested here <3
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âCan you stay still?â
âNo,â you answer honestly.
Spencer climbs further toward you on the bed. âIâm trying to help. Youâre no good at buttons.â
Youâre no good at buttons because your fingers shake whenever you and Spencer get close like this, and with these intentions. Youâd always thought heâd be the shy one âsometimes you take his hand in the back of the work car to watch his cheeks go a rosy, unignorable pink. Heâs the more introverted of the two of you and he always has been, so why does his touch have you trembling already?
Excitement, you decide, heart in your mouth as his fingers begin to pop your buttons through each matching slit. This is exactly what happened last time you and Spencer tried (and were sorely interrupted). Youâd been out of breath and in his lap, too excited to see to his buttons, too busy kissing him to take much notice as heâd taken care of them himself. And then work called, your plans were cancelled, and heâd promised you that youâd get to do this soon.
âIâm good at buttons,â you deny, leaning back on the palms of your hands as his pinkyâs brush up, the sides of your shirt falling open.
âOh, youâre back,â he says. Heâs teasing in bed. You arenât expecting it. âYou went somewhere else for a few seconds, you okay?â Thatâs less teasing, more sweet.
His hands pause just under where your bra begins.
You take a breath. âIâm okay, Iâm thinking about last time.â
He leans in for a kiss, a quick but steady catching that has your face following him as he pulls away again, and undoes your next button. âWhich part?â
The part where heâd insisted youâd be laying down for this. The memory alone inspires heat, pleasure and wanting from the depth of your chest, your stomach, ever lower.
âDid you lock your door?â you ask.
Your phones are off. The door is locked. Spencer promises as much in your ear as leans in closer to you, crawls that last few inches of space to have your legs tangled atop his white sheets, his hand disappearing under the open sides of your shirt. The other hand works the last few buttons, but you donât get to watch him do it, distracted by his fingers hot on the small of your back and his lips as he pulls you in tight for another kiss.
This oneâs slow. He holds you like heâs worried youâre gonna slip out of his arm where it curls behind you, cool air kissing your chest as he gets the last button by your neck and encourages either side away from you. You lean into him and shake your shirt down the lengths of your arms, finally shirtless in front of him again after days of trying. You try to keep up with his kissing, heâs intense, heâs everywhere, but you run out of breath.
âOh,â you say uselessly, your cheek against his as he kisses your jaw.
âWhat, angel?â he asks, breath warm to your skin, âWhatâs up?â
âNothing⊠I wore my nice bra for you.â
âYou did?â He promptly pulls away. His face is pinking, but itâs so warm you canât blame him for it. Youâre sure heâd feel a furnace under your skin if he touched your forehead. Spencerâs gaze falls down to your chest, where it stays, his own rising and falling with a noticeable sharpness. âThatâs pretty. Youâre pretty.â He swallows as he looks up. âYour nice bra? Just one?â
You cover a breast with your hand and push it up ever so slightly. âThis is the one I thought youâd like most. You like blue.â
âI love blue. I love you, I love you,â he says, leaning around you to move your discarded shirt to the floor. âCan I take it off?â
You nod with a stupid smile. Fond and too eager. âPlease.â
âHow many tries do I get?â he asks, grabbing your sides in two gentle hands, pulling you forward into a hug as he reaches behind you for the clasp.
âYou can do it one,â you promise, voice a murmur now heâs close to you.
You let your hands rest on his hips as he pinches the clasp and pushes it together. Like magic, it comes apart. Spencer holds the unclasped sides to your naked back for a few seconds, his breath loud in your ear, before he sits back to look at you.
You push the straps of your bra down, let the support of your bra fall away. You ball it up in your lap, sitting there bare-chested and smiling, waiting, hoping youâre as beautiful to him as heâs always made you feel.
His hand climbs your arm. âYouâre beautiful,â he says, âcan Iââ
âYeah, please. Please.â
His thumb rubs a short line from your navel to the skin just below your breast. Your chest feels suddenly heavy, the half-lidded set of his eyes on you like a weight, but itâs one you realise you like as he rubs the indent of your bra. âYouâre so pretty,â he says, his thumb pressing into the underside of your breast, kind but undeniably there, and your body reacts to his touch, which is another thing. He doesnât coo, but itâs close. âHow does that feel?â he asks quietly, drawing under your nipple with his thumb.
âCan you kiss me some more?â you ask, breathless in a way thatâs almost painful.
Spencer clutches you by your sides, unafraid to play with you, pressing you down into the bed as his hands traverse up. You shuffle back into the pillows and let your eyes shutter closed, his nose pressing hard into yours as your lips meet again. He kisses hungrily. Heâs treated you to a few heavy kisses in the past, nothing compares now to the open crescent of his lips and the feeling of his hands. His tongue is hot where it touches your lips, wading in. You sigh into his mouth and feel his own sigh in return as he breaks it.
âFuck,â he says, his breath coloured by pleasure. Heâs practically moaning in your ear as a big hand squeezes your chest.
You canât take this. You lift your hips and graze against him, rushing to reach down and slip your skirt over the curve of your ass and over stocking clad thighs. You try to push them along at the same time, breathing hard.
Spencer notices what youâre doing and reaches to help.
âYour shirt,â you argue, faces close, his confusion an inch away, as are his pinked lips, âtake your shirt off, Spencer, I can do this myself.â
âBut why should you have to?â he says, though he listens, making quick work of his button up.
You kick your stockings off of your feet and lay there, warm, overwhelmed but desperate at once, watching him on his knees as he manages his last button and peels out of his shirt. You cross your legs tightly against the achy heat blooming in your cunt, uncharacteristically shy.
His chest is pale, without a freckle nor beauty mark, but heâs shapely. You've kissed him so much these last few months, traced the hills and rigid muscle of his front with an adoring hand under his clothes, but the two of you being similarly bared is different.
Itâs worse when he reaches for the button of his slacks.
You bite your lip. âSpencer, can I do it?â
âYeah.â He swallows again. âOf course you can. Donât ask me.â
Heâs getting warm, curls of his hair falling into his eyes, his breath a constant huff. The bulge of him through his slacks draws your attention. You crawl toward him where heâs kneeling, checking his face. When he nods, you rub the very pad of your thumb against the line of his cock, feel it jump at your touch. Your heart jumps in a similar place.
âThis okay?â you whisper, your touch light enough that youâre surprised he can feel it.
âPlease.â He says your name like youâve hurt him. âPlease. Take them off.â
âI canât believe youâre like that just from kissing me,â you say sincerely, a mumble as you pop the button and dig your fingertip under the zipper, which you pull down in one smooth line. Thereâs an immediate release of pressure against his cock. You blink. Itâs so warm in here. âSpence, can Iââ
âPlease.â
You nod to yourself and shift onto one elbow, shocked and even warmer when Spencer plumps a pillow behind you. Your anticipation is an ache that wonât ebb, hands trembling again as you pull the band of his pants down his hips and expose a pair of white and blue boxer briefs. A darkened patch of material rests against the tip of his cock, the curve of him ever harder as you touch him.
He sucks in air through his teeth.
âAw, Spence,â you say, pressing the length of your thumb to his cock and breathing out as you ride the curve of him up to that wet spot. âSweetheart⊠Does that feel good?â
He closes his hand on top of yours and holds you there. âCan I kiss you?â he asks.
âI think I gotta kiss you first,â you say, eyes on his straining boxers. âThink you might need one.â
He shakes his head. âI canât. Iâll ruin everything before weâve even started, you canât kiss me like that.â
âAre you sure? I can make sure youâre ready.â
Youâd never force him into anything. Youâre letting him know itâs alright. Youâre not gonna push him over the edge before heâs done, you just wanna do all the stuff with him that youâve been dreaming about for a while now. You have a feeling he might enjoy it.
âYou can tell me to stop whenever you need me to,â you say softly, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at the mere sound of your voice. âI wanna see you.â
He laughs infectiously, almost drunkenly, the two of you giggling as he shifts your hands. He doesnât say anything more, only moves your hands down over the softer base of his cock to encourage his pants out of the way, and then his boxers.
His cock is pretty like he is as he pulls it out. You knew it would be. A little taller than your hand, he tugs it toward his stomach and you watch in delight as a string of precum catches the light, wetting his palm.
Youâre patient. He lets it stand without help and you curl your hand where his had been at the base, his cock shining in lines, that welling of precum spread messily around and worse when you give a soft pump. âOh my god,â he mumbles, shuffling closer to you on his knees, his hand leaping to your shoulder. âOh, god.â
You tilt your head. âHowâs that, baby?â
âPlease, angel.â
You lean in for a kiss.
Just a kiss, but your lips part, your spit ready on your tongue and slick in a heavy line up the side of his cock. All you can think of in that moment is how much you want him, how gentle his hand is on your shoulder despite the wounded little breath he lets out, and the stickying feeling of wetness that grows between your thighs, your underwear damp at the very centre and clinging to you as you crawl as close to his front as you can get. You kiss and kiss up the side of him, not silly enough to love on his most sensitive skin at the head, not after his warning, though the idea of his cock shuddering against your lips and tongue makes you squeeze your eyes closed.
You kiss shy of his tip and tilt your head back to look at him. Heâs already watching you, squinting with a palpable agony.
âAre you okay? Is that alright?â you ask, loosening your grip on his cock to draw a loving, sweet line down, and down.
He catches your wrist. âYou canât do that again,â he warns gently, hint of a smile in his eyes. You beam at him adoringly. âLay back? Thereâs something in my way.â
âIn your way,â you murmur through a smile, laying back in the pillows as heâs asked you.
Spencer sheds his slacks and boxers. You pull your legs up to give him room to kneel on the bed by your legs, pulse like a constant humming ache against your cunt as he takes your calves into his hands and presses your knees together. âYouâre not gonna say please like I did, are you?â he asks.
âDo you need me to?â you ask, teasing him with your own hand, letting it travel from the base of your throat and over a tightened breast to your stomach, then your underwear. You flick the waistband. His eyelashes flare. âI can say please, Spence, Iâd love to say please for you. Is that what you want me to do?â
âI donât ever want you to say please, you know that.â He encourages one leg flat to the bed. The other, he pushes up, fabric of your underwear tight to your warm cunt and heartbeat surely taking up station in your throat. âMaybe I can say please.â His hand coasts down your thigh. âWould you like that?â
âDonât.â
âDonât say please, or donât touch you?â he asks, stopping his squeezing.
âSpencer!â you laugh, moving your hips ever so slightly, raising them in hopes of his understanding. âThis is cruel, I didnât tease you.â
âYouâre nice,â he says, again pressing your leg up toward your stomach, eyes on the bump of your cunt as he begins to lean down. âYouâre perfect,â he murmurs, pressing a surprising kiss to your soft inner thigh. âSo perfect.â Closer now, nose skirting toward the elastic of your underwear. âPlease, can I?â
You press your shaky hand to your lips, palm out. âPlease,â you say into your skin. âYeah. Yes, you can. Can you?â
A kiss to the skin beside your cunt, his free hand riding up to squeeze the bump of it, his thumb pressing against wet heat, your breath caught. He rubs a line up from the wet to your clit, and he smiles when he finds it, though that smile is swiftly overtaken by parting lips as he kisses a mixture of skin and fabric and starts to suck. You hiccup at the feeling.
âYou sound cute when youâre happy,â he says into your thigh. He turns his head slowly, looking up at you, his thumb rubbing almost absentmindedly at the sensitive little hood of your clit, your nerves all over the place. Heâs giving you the puppy eyes, big and brown and in sickly love with you.
âHappyâs not the right word,â you breathe out.
âI should fix that, right?â
Your stomach does a hard flip. âYeah.â
Spencer isnât as timid about it as youâd imagined heâd be, his reality better than any fantasy, his hands kind but quick where twists his fingers into the waistband of your underwear as he begins pulling them down.
He lets out a long breath as the air kisses your cunt, his eyes trained obviously on one spot in particular as he takes your panties all the way to your feet. He rolls one leg off, leaves the other hanging at your ankle as he grabs the soft underside of your knee and encourages your leg up.
You can feel your cunt spread, feel the wetness that had been growing dribble from you. âAh,â you say, more breath than word while he holds your leg in place. âSpencerââ
âAm I hurting you?â
âNo, no, I just need you to touch me, please, Iââ
He says your name, says, âHey, donât talk like that, Iâve got you, Iâm gonna touch you, just needed to know youâre okayââ
âSpencerââ you squirm with wanting.
âI know,â he says, the tip of his cock turned impossibly red where itâs resting against the heaving of his abs, âtrust me.â
He reaches for your abdomen, his palm resting lovingly on the pudge of your tummy. You squirm for it lower. âIf you think Iâm not gonna give you everything you want, you're crazy. When donât you get your way?â He leans down, and to your relief, your little gasp of breath, he kisses your naked cunt. âWhen donât I want to give it to you?â he asks into your skin.
Every word he says is heat and movement against the nerves that make up your clit. You practically shiver as he lets his lips part against you and kisses all over, unafraid to feel every little bit of you, his tongue pressed wet and flat your softest parts. You spread your legs in anticipation of him, his thank you a kiss that lights up every nerve ending you have that stems from your hips, the breath racing out of you and moans not far behind. He rubs the length of your leg, his fingers trailing towards his kissing. The hand that isnât up to something just loves on your skin. The hand that is pauses shy of your cuntâs wet hole âyou canât help letting out a choked moan as he sucks on your clit and the skin around it, sudden, the feeling of hot slick dripping from you worse as he pulls away with a quiet pop.
His lips shine in the lamplight. âIâm gonna start getting you ready, okay?â he asks, a small smile somewhere in the midst of a gaze thatâs otherwise laden with lust. His fingertips tease your entrance. âWhat do you think, angel, can I do that?â
You might need a kiss to get through it. You canât decide whether you want him to keep eating you out like that, like youâre water to the famished, like heâs worried heâs not quick enough to get every bit of you where he wants it, but youâre so desperate to be fucked by him that you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. âSpencer, you need to kiss me,â you decide.
âI amââ
âNo, come here. Need you on top of me. You can get me ready,â you agree, eyes peculiarly damp, âbut I really wanna kiss you right now, baby, please, pleaseââ
Heâs on top of you by your second please. You gasp at the rigidity of his cock pressing to your cunt and find it lost in his mouth, his fingertips wet with sex pressed to the side of your face. He remembers himself, kisses all the same but hand moving down again, turning his weight onto the bed and off of you as he feels at your cunt. His fingers slide through hair and wetness alike to tease at your cunt. You can feel wet on his fingers as he pushes in just a centimetre, again on his thumb when he circles your heat carefully, and all the while heâs kissing you like heâs been starved of you. Heâs saying angel and so pretty against your stinging mouth.
Itâs strange when he pushes two fingers in, but not bad. Youâve never done this with one another, and it takes him a few careful thrusts of his fingers to figure out where he should be directing his motion, and what to do to make you happy. You nod into his mouth as he finds a sweet spot and presses into it, quirked fingers quick to the very last knuckle, his pinky and index fingers sliding without resistance against the wet mess on either side of your cunt. âThere?â he asks.
âYes,â you say, pulling his face closer to yours, your hands twined deep in his hair.
He digs around against your walls, to your abject joy and something else, some emotion you canât name, the want to be touched everywhere by him, to be the kind of full of him where you canât breathe.
He presses his fingers inside you, undulating against the gum of your walls, and groans into your lips as you pull in a shivery breath. His hips jerk hard, his cock sliding against your stomach hot as a brand.
Spencer pulls up. Youâre in the throes of one another, but his eyes are clear. âHow do you want it?â he asks tenderly. âCan I stay here, or should I move back?â
âJust to start, itâs always tightââ You catch your breath now heâs paused, stroking curls away from his flushed cheeks. âIâll sit up a little and you can still hold my hand,â âhe doesnât question this even for a secondâ âjust so you can see what youâre doing, and thenââ
âItâs okay, we can work it out,â he interrupts. âIâm not gonna rush and hurt you.â
âI didnât think you would,â you whisper, cupping his face in your hand.
He ducks in for a slow, chaste kiss.
âI know you didnât,â Spencer says. He takes another kiss, pressing one to the top of your chin.
Then heâs shuffling backwards and off of you, and heâs grabbing your hips, lifting you up as he positions himself at your cunt. You shuffle back in the opposite direction to wedge yourself firmly in his pillows, knees up and heels either side of his lap as he moves in. His cock rubs against your cunt by accident, then quickly again with a deliberateness, like heâd felt you and couldnât help himself.
âGod, youâre so pretty,â he says. His eyebrows pinch together in a glare, his thumb pressing to your clit. Thereâs no purchase there anymore, your wetness having made its way up, but he rubs it nonetheless. âYouâre the most beautiful girl in the world.â
You grab his hand. Twine your fingers into his. âI love you, Spence,â you say easily. âDonât be shy.â
Heâs giving you that Canât believe Iâm with you look that he often does. It reminds you of the first time you met when youâd called him beautiful without knowing heâd mean this much to you one day, because he really was gorgeous, everything youâd ever want in a guy and lovelier after. You flirted your way into being his friend, and one day your hand-holding was hugging, your friendly cheek kissing turned to lazy hickeys, and heâs still giving you that look. Like he doesnât deserve you. Like youâre gonna disappear.
You reach between your centre and his to nudge his hand down, guiding him into place. âSay you love me,â you request in a murmur.
âI love you,â he says, head of his cock against your opening. He abandons your clit, to your disappointment, but heâs grabbing the rump of your ass and hip to hold you in place.
He is achingly, achingly slow. Heâs so gentle with his thrusts that you feel like you could love him twice as much as when you started, his wrinkled brow, his eyes flitting between your face and the stretch of your cunt to check on you as he goes. He reaches a natural resistance, nothing he couldnât push past if he didnât want to, but he doesnât have to âheâs not fully sheathed and yet youâre aflame with pleasure. Heâs at just the right angle. All he needs to do is move.
âThere?â he asks softly,
âPlease, right there.â
He pushes forward and a breath leaves his lips like you stole it. âYouâre tight,â he says, âI knew you would be at first, but I didnât expectâ do I need to stop?â
âNo, no, thatâs the best partâŠâ You close your eyes. If he werenât holding your hand youâd cover your face. âSpence, itâs supposed to feel like this, baby. You just find the way you like it and Iâll tell you if itâs not right.â
âPromise?â
âPromiseâ oh.â
The fronts of his thighs press to yours, his cock flush to your walls and digging into something sweet and sensitive enough to make your thighs shake. Good luck, you think, for the two of you to fit together like this, for his cock to fill you without hurting or leaving you wanting, even though heâs just a little over half inside. He goes slow, almost repetitive, his thumb drawing dedicated half circles into the back of your hand where heâs securing it to your hip. Breathe, you think, I have to breathe. Thereâs nobody here but Spencer. You can show him exactly how this is making you feel.
âFuck,â you say, letting out a little moan, worried it wonât be something he likes.
âFuck,â he echoes emphatically, âdoes that feel good, angel?â
âUh-huh,â you say. His chest shines with sweat, his cock driving in, all his touching and adoring drawing a litany of your most vulnerable sounds, hiccups and whimpers, beggy breaths that plead for him to do exactly what heâs doing until he canât.
âCan you keep your leg up?â he asks.
âWhat?â
âCan you lift your leg, angel? I need my hand.â
You nod hurriedly and hold your leg aloft as heâd been, not pretzeled but giving him the room he needs to drive forward. Heâs swift in his intention, pressing his free hand to your cunt, unabashed, marriage and middle finger slippery against the head of your clit and drawing precise circles. After a few timid thrusts of his hips, he matches speed. Every thrust met with a circle of your clit, his face dipping down to kiss your leg.
âThere,â he says to your knee, âI got you, Iâll get you there.â
âI donât wanna cum yet,â you confess.
âNo, I know, but you have to feel good, I need to touch my girl.â
You donât want to argue with that. Heâs never said something like that.
He goes on. âYouâre so pretty, I donât knowâ I donâtââ He gives a tight smile, âdonât think you know how beautiful you are, you feelââ He moans, then, like heâs pleading.
You donât expect to be close this soon. It had to be the way heâs talking to you, or his lazy mouthing at your cunt before youâd started. âWait! Wait, Spence, donât,â âyou grab his hand to stop him from drawing anymore circlesâ âI have to do it, or Iâm gonna cum already.â
He says fuck, thrusts in just a little deeper than he had been, head of his cock kissing just the right place, âShow me how to do it the way you need it.â
You play on the edge of your orgasm for long, long minutes, your hand over Spencerâs drawing the smallest of circles, your nerves aching, the pressure of it like his hands pressed to your tummy. Spencer fucks you, fucks into you, ruts into you when you give him a flirty smile, angling his hips a touch to the side.
You usher him down to you, craning your head up to his. âCan I have a kiss?â you ask with a voice stretched to gossamer. Youâre in love with him and you could cry for it as he fucks you, but you try not to. Not yet.
Spencer licks his lips. âYou can have everything.â
He slows his thrusts to a drag. Slow drag out, full push in. His hips press to yours and you squeak as he fills you with every inch he has, his hands vying for your clammy face.
He can only thrust slowly from there, though it feels like itâs hitting somewhere new, if not deeper. Shifts of his hips against yours, a mess of slick between you and the friction of his skin. You kiss and pant into each others mouths, spit stretching like a string from his lip to yours that he promptly kisses away. Itâs everything you needed it to be, and you canât hold off much longer. âWanna cum,â you tell him, stroking the skin under his eye, his gaze aligned with yours.
âYeah?â
âYeah. Can youâ like beforeââ
Spencer understands. He sits back, drags you by the hips onto his cock, and set about fucking that dedicated pace, three fingers pressed to your clit. He goes as slowly as you showed him at first, and that in time with his thrusts sends a pleasure through you that makes you gasp. He speeds his hips at the same time as his fingers, your skin so wet that it requires dedication to wind the coil, but he does wind it, over and over and over again until your walls are rigid tight and your hips are working desperately to chase the feeling. Heâs pushing you to the edge.
You cum, and your breath gets caught. You force out a breath and you keen in the feeling, covering your face with both hands as Spencer pushes you through it with a few last teasing circles and a couple of quick thrusts.
Spencer knows without asking to slow as you come down. You laugh into your hands.
He doesnât quibble when you let your legs fall flat around him, only strokes your thigh, paused half inside of you to offer you one of his shy smiles. âYou even sound pretty,â he says.
âYou think so?â
âOf course I do.â
He takes a measured thrust. Heâs not not confident these days, but you can see the man you adore now between your legs, in love with you but not sure what to do. âYou can keep going, baby.â
âYou sure?â he asks.
Itâs gonna be intense, but you want that. âCome back,â you say, angling your tired legs around him. âCome lay on top of me⊠Please.â
Itâll be nice to hug him now. You whine as his cock slips out of you and again as he lays atop you and slides it back in, your cunt waiting for him and slick as anything as he settles.
âIs this too much?â he asks, cupping your cheek.
He rolls his hips demonstratively. You didnât know there was anything left there to give him, but he can have it.
You wrap your arms around him, your forearms to the line of sweat on his back, and give him a hard hug. âYou can have everything,â you utter, repeating his earlier promise to him with the same encapsulating love as you cling. âFuck me however you want.â
When it starts again, chills ride up your spine. Spencer finds a place you didnât know you had and fucks against it with love, so deep you feel like you canât breathe, his nose rubbing harshly into your cheek. He squeezes your shoulders tight in his arms and youâre sure youâll never catch your breath again, and you donât want him to stop. Youâve never felt this close to him.
Your naked chest rises uselessly beneath him as you fall into the whining, pleading bit of sex, your moans half gasp and lost in his hair as he burrows his face into the pillow by your head to hide his same desperation.
âThere you are,â he mumbles, hips grinding into yours. He must say your name ten times in a row, each one more frayed than the last, until heâs lost it completely.
âGo faster, sweetheart,â you suggest, squeezing his hips between your thighs.
Spencer begins again in earnest, nipping crescent moons into the curve of your neck, thrusting fast until he canât. You hear him trip into cumming like itâs an accident, his thighs go all tense and his cock throbs as he presses you flat, flat to the bed.
He gives a last few greedy thrusts before he calms, though he doesnât stop moving. Spencer rolls his hips for a slow, languishing minute.
His hand finds your shoulder. His face turns to yours as you turn yours to his, two halves of a good kiss.
âI love you,â you whisper.
Heâs panting, but his reciprocation is immediate. âI love you more.â
âNo, you donât.â
Spencer lifts himself up enough to wrap his arms behind your head, almost framing your head where youâre laid underneath him. âTrust me, I do.â His eyes shutter. You close your own in wait of another kiss, but heâs sliding the tip of his nose down the bridge of your own. He draws a circle, draws soft lines over your cheek in zigzags.
âTell me what to do now,â he murmurs.
You scratch his back lightly. âAw, Spencer, just keep doing this.â
â
Spencer cleans you up and you finally cry, a couple of tears youâre hoping he wonât notice as he drops the towel on your leg. He holds you with his hand behind your back and murmurs words too nice for such silly tears into your cheek, before asking, scared, if heâd hurt you.
âNo, no, itâs like the most intense relief in the world!â you tell him, selfishly basking in the muscle of arms where theyâre wrapped around you, and his silky hair whispering over your ear. âI feel amazing.â
âI didnât think youâd be one of the women who cry afterward,â he says. Heâs not judging you, simply sharing an observation. It makes sense. Youâre not usually emotional in such an unconstrained way.
âIâm really happy.â You pinch his chin mildly.
âYour legs are hurting.â
You let him go. âYeah, a bit. Itâs a nice hurting. Like we went for a really long walk.â
He takes your face into both hands and tips your head back. Youâre slouched forward, heâs straight-backed, and heâs taller where heâs grinning at you. His hand comes to rest against one of your breasts, giving it a little cup before he presses it flat over your heart. âI thought you were never gonna calm down.â
âYou have that effect on people.â
âMaybe thatâs true for you,â he says, tapping your nose with his, encouraging you to lift your chin. âBut only one personâs ever made me lose my breath like that,â he adds, your lips touching, not kissing.
You could keep him forever. âThink we should turn our phones back on?â you ask.
âWhen Iâve made you something to drink, sure. And found you something to wear, right? Itâs too cold.â
Youâre still hot enough to cook an egg, but you let him take care of you. Itâs as good as being fucked, being adored when itâs done. He gives you underwear first, a soft tank top and a pair of panties youâd left here before and heâd washed and pressed, your sweetheart. Youâre surprised he doesnât help you into them, but you notice with fond bemusement that heâs cringing as he steps into a fresh pair of boxers.
âYou okay, handsome? Did you tweak something?â
Heâs in pants before you realise, standing shirtless with sex-tousled hair. You could ask him back to bed if you werenât exhausted. âIâm not in shape.â
âI could say otherwise.â
Spencerâs on top of you again in an instant. He sits on your naked leg and pulls down your rising tank top before twinging your hands in his. Heâs practically in your lap as he kisses your chin. Itâs that earnest you end up giggling, lovestruck, two idiots holding hands. He steals a couple of lazy kisses. You canât remember how many youâve had anymore.
âYouâre contrary,â he says as he pulls away.
âCanât you be nice to me? You were acting so nice.â
He slides off of your leg. âYouâre my best friend. I hope weâre this happy for the rest of our lives.â
You fist your hand in the rumpled sheets behind you. Heâs apparently unaware heâs said the most special thing he couldâve, opening his closet door to retrieve your pyjamas from the shelf he dedicated to you the first time you slept over. You are best friends, is the best part. Heâs not exaggerating.
Before heâd ever kissed you, you were in love. Youâve been in love for years.
Spencer drops your pyjamas next to you on the bed. âYou want me to help you put them on?â
You have no reason to need help tonight, but you want it. âYes, please. Can you rub my back after?â
âYesss. Iâd love to rub your back. If we maintain our physical connection after sex, it enhances the relaxing factor but it also prolongs the effect of the oxytocin and dopamine your brain wouldâve released when we wereââ He picks up your sleep shirt and shakes it out. âWell, you know.â
âAny more sex facts for me?â
Spencer has the nerve to blush, considering the way heâd spoken to you only ten minutes ago. âAn orgasm as a woman can lower your risk of heart disease, breast cancer, and depression.â
You smile at him sweetly. âNo kidding. How much to get that risk down to zero?â
He kisses your cheek. âYou know thatâs not how it works.â
âWe can still try.â
âUm. Can I have a banana first?â
âIâm kidding!â
âOh.â He gestures for you to put your arms into the sleep shirt. âWell, maybe you can have a banana too and weâll see how we feel.â
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summary: steveâs insists he only needs twenty minutes to make you cum.
contains: reader with a vagina; âgood girlâ and âpretty girlâ used for reader; no pronouns for reader; fingering (reader receiving); banter; bitchy!steve; sort of mean!steve but itâs all in good fun
this is hardly proofread so apologies đ
âAll I need is twenty minutes.â
You scoff and look over your shoulder at Steve, who hasnât even bothered looking up from the tapes heâs reorganizing.
âTwenty minutes?â you repeat. âThatâs not even a whole lunch break.â
âIâve done it quicker.â
âBullshit, Steve.â
âYouâre scared, huh?â he asks.
âOf you making me cum? Yes.â
Now he scoffs, looking up at you, placing his hands on his hips. Bitchy. âYou really donât believe me?â
âI absolutely do not.â
âHuh.â He stares at you, narrows his eyes at the back of your head. âGive me a chance, wonât ya?â
âA chance?â
âLet me try it on you.â
You whip around, hurling an empty VHS box at him, which he somehow dodges in the nick of time. âNo way!â
âWhat? Donât wanna be proven wrong?â
âYou ever think that maybe I donât want you to touch me?â
He laughs, much to your shock.
âSteve,â you sigh. âGet a grip.â
Itâs silent for a while. You go back to inputting returns and Steve moves around, replacing them. Then he comes back to the check out desk, leaning on it with his forearms. Crowds your space, makes you back up, your cheeks heating up.
âMy paycheck.â
You falter. âWhat about it?â
âIâll give you my entire paycheck if I canât make you cum in twenty or less.â
Your eyes roll, but he can see right through you.
âAre you making fifteen dollars more than me an hour or something?â
âI got overtime twice last week!â he defends. âShould be a couple hundred.â
You lick your lips, eyes moving back to the computer as if youâre interested in it more than him. âAnd if you do? You want my paycheck?â
âWhen I do, then youâll let me have another hour with you.â
âTo do what? Torture me?â
Steve just smiles.
You narrow your eyes. âWhere would this even happen?â
âUh, on break?â he says, like youâre dense. âPut up a âbe back in twentyâ sign. Or maybe I should just close up shop?â
The entire thing is so scandalous that it has your face burning up, almost suffocatingly. And he wonât stop looking at you with those dumb puppy dog eyes. A little pout tugging his lips downward.
âYouâre gonna beg me?â you snark.
âCouple hundred would go a long way, wouldnât it?â
Youâre so sure you can win at this. Even if heâs good, twenty minutes isnât that long. And thatâs how you end up on his lap on the dilapidated couch in the back room, a âbe back in twenty :)â sign slapped onto the front door. Your pants are off and in a heap on the floor below you, underwear still on - you made Steve swear heâd work around them.
No cock, either. âThis isnât just an excuse to get your dick wet, is it?â
Hands thrown up in surrender, heâd said, âFine, fine. Fingers only:â
âYouâre gonna be so broke,â you insist, but itâs already getting difficult. Heâs hard underneath you and apparently neither of you will bring it up. Steve looks so pleased with himself, and the confidence makes your stomach flip.
âI wouldnât be so sure.â His eyes are glinting, full of mischief. âYouâre gonna be spending an hour in the Harrington Torture Chamber.â
You laugh boisterously. âAnd whatâs that entail?â
He glares playfully, hands moving up your thighs, settling where they meet your ass. âYouâll just have to see.â
His fingers glide underneath the material, hands first grabbing your ass. You gasp a little as he kneads. âYou let me know when to start.â
You twist around to look at the clock behind you. 5:37 pm. Jesus, youâre doing this before itâs even dark out. You look back at him, annoyingly handsome below you, little highlights playing in his curls.
âNow seems fine,â you finally say.
Steve looks over your shoulder. âWhat do you say we stop at an even six oâclock?â
âNow, Steve.â
Thereâs really no fanfare. He doesnât take much time with you, moving his hands around to the front to cup your cunt over your underwear. His thumb finds your clit immediately and you let out an embarrassingly easy whine.
âRight there?â he coos. âAlways been good at findinâ it.â
âBullshit,â you breathe, resting your hands on his shoulders. âProb- you probably just found out about the clit.â
âYâknow, you better learn to use that mouth for somethinâ a little better than insulting me.â
Youâre incredibly, incredibly thankful his fingers werenât inside of you when he said that. You clench down, pleasure coursing from your stomach to your clit while he rubs gentle circles into it.
âThat shut you up,â he muses. âLike being told what to do, huh?â
âFuck off.â
His thumb presses a little harder. Still delicious - more so, in fact. You bite your cheek hard and stare at his forehead. His eyes are too intense for you.
âCanât even look at me,â he tsks. âThis is a lot for you, huh? Itâs only been two minutes.â
Youâre thankful for the reminder. You push your thoughts away, starting to think of the new releases coming up, the new cash reconciliation process. But it only works for about three minutes, until Steve gets bored with your non-reaction and slips his fingers under your underwear.
âJesus,â he moans, âyouâre so wet.â He licks his lips. âThis all for me? Or are you wet from when Keith came in earlier?â
âShut up!â
âItâs gotta be one of them, huh?â he presses, rubbing bigger, stronger circles into your clit while his other fingers press into your entrance just a bit. You gasp and clench again, and Steve smirks. âIt was Keith, wasnât it? Canât wait to tell our friends how horny you get for him.â
âNot Keith,â you pant.
âOh, then me?â
âShut up!â
âNo way.â His middle finger rubs against your hole. âThis is too easy, babe. Got twelve minutes left with you and youâre already creaminâ.â
You choose to ignore him, taking deep breaths, squeezing his shoulders. When you least expect it, Steve slides his finger inside of you.
âO-oh -!â
âFeels good, doesnât it.â Looks at you like heâs really pitying you. âI give you another two minutes.â
âJust - I - just -â You feel insane, so hot from his attention, pleasure building wickedly fast in your lower stomach. âI need - give me a break.â
âUh-uh,â he says, wrapping his free arm tight around you and fucking his finger nice and slow in and out of you. Your jaw clenches, squirming to get away from the pleasure, but his arm keeps you planted in place. âDidnât say twenty minutes with breaks, did I? Not gonna let you cheat.â
Steveâs fingers working in tandem, your mind begins fogging over. You continue squirming - away from or towards him, youâre not exactly sure.
âDidnât think youâd last this long,â he mumbles. âYouâre easy, though.â
âItâs too much,â you whine. Six minutes left. He doesnât even seem phased.
âI know,â he coos. âOverwhelming, huh? Canât act like a big girl now, can you?â
You hate the way thatâs fueled your fire. Desperate to hold on, you lean forward, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Fingernails dig into his skin through his shirt and vest and he smiles at your reaction.
âGo ahead and hide, baby, but I better see your face when you cum.â
You take a shaky breath and bite down onto his shoulder. Steve groans, fingers picking up their pace, and now youâre really, truly fucked.
You try to think of anything else. Car payment. Potholes on Main Street. Library fines. Keith.
But Steveâs whispering in your ear, saccharine, his voice a velvety deep tenor that makes your chest vibrate. âThere we go, good girl. Youâre gonna cum so hard for me, huh? Youâre so easy. Give it up so good, donât you? Just for a few extra bucks? Or did you really want played with? Starting to think itâs the latter, babe.â
âSteve,â you cry, thighs shaking and clenching. Steve surely has no feeling in his hand but he keeps up his work, anyway. Three minutes to go.
âUh-huh, I know, so hard, isnât it? Just love being fucked on my fingers so much. When I get that extra hour Iâm gonna see how many you can take. Youâre so tight, gonna take a whole fist to get you ready for my cock.â
Youâre seriously shocked. And youâre so desperate for it that your clit tenses up, ready to burst, ready for your vision to go black and for you to moan embarrassingly loud right on Steveâs lap. You reach down for his wrist, gripping it tight, shaking your head and scrunching your face.
âGo on,â he praises, smiling wide, working just a little faster. âCum for me, give it up, pretty girl.â
You squeal and bury your head into Steveâs shoulder again while you cum, your hips grinding against his hand, making it drip. Steve laughs, moves his arm so heâs rubbing your back instead of pinning you down. âOh, that felt so good, didnât it? Feels so good being bitched out on my lap, huh?â
And thatâs it. You cum again. Clenching down, shouting into his skin, teeth piercing it open. Steve gasps and groans, lets you ride his hand until your hips still and youâre panting, jaw unclenching from his flesh.
âWhat did I tell you?â he asks, still rubbing your back. âThat was two with two minutes to spare, sweetheart. Want me to put another sign up? You might be busy for a while.â
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masturbation mention; handjobs; college!art; fem!reader; no spoilers
MDNI 18+
w/ ART DOANLDSON
when art donaldson gets a boner, it's nearly impossible for it to go down. he's tried everything in the book. well, everything in patrick's bookâtaking a cold shower, thinking about his grandmother in her underwear, changing his position. but nothing has ever worked, leaving him to excuse himself at inconvenient times so he could fist his cock until he was satisfied.
but being here with you, art can't do that. he's already flaked on your study sessions one too many times and he really, really doesn't want to have to flake again. for a reason as trivial and embarrassing as a boner at that.
he really didn't mean for it to happen. but he just happens to be in your space, surrounded by your trinkets, watching you move around in a pair of shorts that reminded him of the pair tashi wore that night. which got him thinking about the situation he was in just a year ago. which made him imagine you and him in a situation similar, perhaps even with tashi and patrick there.
you're speaking to him. your hands are moving in patterns that art should recognize, and you're lips are moving, too. but he's distant. distracted.
he blinks twice, shaking the overgrown blond curls out of his face as he fixes his gaze on you again.
"'m ... i'm sorry. what were you saying?"
you drop your hands and place them in your lap. you look disappointed.
"dude. i'm really trying to pass this midterm."
art drops his head. he initially does it in an act of shame, but then he notices your hands resting along your glistening skin and he's suddenly made aware of his boner once more. he groans, resting his elbows into the decorative pillow covering his lap as he covers his face with his hands.
"i know, i know. i'm really, really sorry." he sniffs, straightens up, and focuses all of his attention on studying with you. but now it's you who's distracted.
you tilt your head and eye him up and down. art, worrying that you might have fucking x-ray vision or something, adjusts the way heâs sitting. he thinks he's being casual, but then he clears his throat and looks off to the side and he can hear your small 'oh'.
âhavenât tried thinking about your grandmother?â
art, embarrassed at having been caught, says nothing.
âwant me to help you out?â you offer. you say it like a joke, so art laughs. but then you donât laugh, too.
youâre staring at him, a small smile on your lips as you push your weight into your hands behind you. the twin XL bed can only allow so much room, so even as youâre leaning away from him art feels like youâre right there.
âyouâre joking, right?â
you take a second, and then you shake your head.
and thatâs how art ends up digging his hands into your sheets as he watches your hand glide over his cock through heavy eyes.
youâre sitting with your feet tucked under your butt, one hand scratching through artâs hair and the other working on his cock.
artâs free hand is pressing into the line of skin between your top and shorts.
youâre doing so well, making him feel so good, but you still ask for confirmation through a low voice.
âdoes this feel good?â
and your face is so much closer to him than he thought. your voice is right next to his ear. it travels down through him, making even more blood rush to his cock if even possible.
art nods, tearing his eyes away from your hand wrapped around his cock to look at you. but youâre already looking at him, your hand pulling on a loose curl of his while you smile. art smiles back, just before you pull him closer and press your lips to his.
kissing distracts you, so art takes over. he shifts his cock up into your hand, doing the work for you. he circles his hand around your back and pulls you closer until he can feel your breasts pushing against his arm through your shirt. whatever bra youâre wearing must be thin, because art can feel your nipples poking him.
he means to warn you. he wants to let you know before it happens. but you regain some of your focus and your thumb presses into his tip, and heâs thinking about how you told him he had a pretty dick, and he can feel your tits and suddenly his hips are lifting and cock is twitching and heâs cumming all over your hand and his thighs.
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lovingsomeone | steddie x reader
summary: Eddie's got a crush on you, Steve's got a crush on you, and you're not sure who you like. A school dance and a summer party help you figure things out. (9.3k)(srry i got carried away)
warnings: smut! 18+ mdni use of alcohol and weed, afab reader, p in v sex, masturbation, oral sex and overall teenage horniness. Steve being overconfident and Eddie being a nervous wreck.
a/n: I did a first part to it answering a request and kept writing, so i put it all together! enjoy<3 english is not my first language!
âSo, will you actually say something to her this time?â Robin teased Eddie for the hundredth time.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He snapped back, shaking his head as he overly enunciated every word, trying desperately to not blush at the thought of you.Â
âSure you donât.â She breathed out, pushing her head back.Â
Robin had always been preceptive, even more so when it came to her best friends. Maybe thatâs why Robin had no problem when it came time to figure out what was going on.Â
She was the first -and maybe only one- to catch Eddieâs lips opening, the clenched fists, the way he always tried to make you laugh or how he looked fastly over at you everytime something funny happened, just so he could see you smile.Â
It wasnât long after when she clocked Steve doing something similar. Steve would always fix his hair before talking to you, he took a step closer than he had to when he was talking to you, his hand lingered when he passed something to you. Most importantly, Steve was a big flirt, and Robin could tell it was working.Â
She still was unsure about you.Â
She had caught you looking at Eddie when he was deep into a story, your eyelids half closed, as if you were daydreaming about him, and she was sure she had seen you bite your lower lip after looking at his neck.Â
But today you had called Steve an idiot with a dumb smile, a playful touch to his chest that had left your cheeks with a pinkish hue, only made worse when Steve grabbed your hand so he could make you twirl to the sound of the music emanating from his car before he left when he dropped you both off.Â
Robin was now sitting outside the car park, with an Eddie who was lost into you.Â
Eddie couldnât keep his eyes off of you, and the way your hair moved as you walked closer to them.Â
âYouâre doing okay?â She asked with an eyebrow raised, as she schotched over so youâd sit next to her as you always did.Â
Eddie didnât even look up, he just grabbed the chocolate bar he had in his pocket, for exactly that reason, handing it over to you.Â
âYou donât have to.â Your voice came out all shy, a soft smile as you looked at the colorufull wrapper that laid right in his hands.Â
âI know.â Eddie muttered, nodding his head at you, the usual grin he had only for you appearing on his face.Â
âThanks Eds.â You managed to say, grabbing it and biting it.Â
Robin rolled her eyes as soon as she saw Eddie focusing on the way your lips opened, stifling a laugh as she shook her head. Both of you are oblivious to the way the other feels.
âAre we still going to the dance tonight?â You asked, breaking the small moment of silence that had formed.Â
âIs it tonight?â Eddie asked, his usual teasing tone in his voice every time this topic came up.Â
âYesâŠâ You squinted your eyes at him, knowing heâd smile as soon as he saw you.Â
âYeah, weâll be here.â Robin confirmed, standing up from the little curbside she had settled into. âCan you give me a ride, Eds?â She asked, tussing her hair in the middle of the question.Â
âUh, sure. Dâyou need a ride, dove?â Eddie was embarrassed as soon as he muttered the nickname he tried, recomforted by the way you seemed to be pleased by it.Â
âI think Steveâs picking me up.â You felt a bit guilty saying it, made worse by Eddie pressing his lips together, followed by a short nod as he went to find his van.Â
âOkay, whatâs the deal?â Robin had had enough of playing detective. She needed to know what was going through your mind.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You scrunch your nose, not really wanting to know if she was asking what you thought she meant.Â
âOh come on! Eddieâs got a crush on you, Steve has a crush on you, you..?â She left the question open, wanting you to finish it with an answer, instead you got all flustered, standing up straight in a fast motion, trying to make sense of what she had just said.Â
âEddie doesnât have a crush on me! Neither does Steve, heâs just being nice⊠And I just, theyâre bothâŠâÂ
âHot?âÂ
âShut upâŠâ You punched her on her shoulder, a giggle escaping both of your lips. âThey both treat me so well, and theyâre kind and yeah⊠theyâre hot.âÂ
Robin couldnât help but laugh, and neither could you, it only made it worse when Robin suggested that if you played your cards right, you might see Paris.Â
It continued until Steveâs car stopped next to you.Â
Steve stepped out, fixing his hair in a movement that made you wish you could be the one fixing it. His other hand held a small gathering of wild flowers, with pink carnations sticking out of them. Robin's mouth opened wide, as she saw how Steve moved closer to you, looking nervous.Â
âHi.â You chirped, as soon as he stood right in front of you, his feet almost touching yours.Â
âHi.â He stuttered a bit, his nervous energy made evident. He gave a quick glance at Robin, who just nodded, stepping back a bit. âI uh⊠I know this might be cheesy but, these are for youââ He stopped talking when your fingers brushed his, the same feeling he always had invading your body. An electricity, a warmness that was hard to explain.Â
âThey are lovely⊠WhyâŠ?â The sweetest tone that could be heard as a melody came out of your lips, and Steve could live in it for an eternity.Â
âI⊠I kinnda wanna take you to the dance, if youâre okay with it.â He begged, a faint trace on it on his tone, as he stepped a bit closer, your feet between his opened legs. His eyes locked into yours, you were a goner as soon as you looked at him and the way his lips curved a bit more on the right than they did on the left.Â
âLike a date?â You echoed, a glimpse of hope evident enough that his teeth were now showing when he smiled as he nodded. âIâd love to.âÂ
Steve caressed your cheek as he reached to hold your hand, walking you to his car as he opened the door for you, he was still going to drive you home.Â
Unlucky for Eddie, he had seen the whole thing, and Robin said nothing, just waited for him to start the car.Â
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You and Robin were supposed to get picked up by Steve, who was supposed to pick Eddie up.Â
It did happen, only that the tension in the car between both boys could be felt, even from outside and with the windows rolled up.Â
No music was playing on the radio, Steve was grabbing the steering wheel a bit harder than he needed to -his knuckles turning white- whilst Eddie kept playing with his index finger, one swipe left, two swipes right.Â
Eddie wanted to talk, to ask Steve is he was serious about it, but the smell of aftershave was intoxicating enough to confirm he was.Â
As soon as the car stopped, Eddie looked at the wooden doors of Robinâs house, and the way Steve walked them up with such confidence -even if he was just faking it, he was nervous about it all going well, so much so he hadnât even realised he drove over with no music on- he left a knock on the door, for it to open shortly after.Â
You were truly breathtaking.Â
Red had never looked that good. The dress hugged your chest, a flowy skirt dropping from your waist, your arms decorated with the same red colour as what looked like a scarf fell from them. Your hair was out of your face, your eyes shined a bit more, your lips looked pinker, juicier. He was losing his mind.Â
It only hurt a bit more when he realised he had his hand out, waiting for yours to fit in it, but you moved past him, accepting Steveâs instead, as he twirled you around, praising you, telling you just how good you looked. A shower of compliments Eddie was also thinking, but couldnât articulate. He just stared at the floor, only looking up when he felt Robinâs touch on his shoulder, a look of compassion held between the both of them.Â
Nobody would blame you, or the hyperfixation you had all of a sudden with the way Steveâs neck looked, the red tie wrapping around it, contrasting with the white shirt. What was worse, you had never realised just how many moles and freckles Steveâs skin had, the one that laid where his jaw met his neck was particularly driving you insane. You danced the night away, mostly it was the four of you in a little circle, chatting and drinking whatever was inside the punch. Steveâs hands only found your waist when a slow song played. His thumbs grabbed you a bit too hard, in a way that he knew immediately why you bit your lower lip, and in response your hands were behind his neck, your nails tracing a patron in his skin, tugging his hair slightly. He grinned, chuckled and made you laugh, his eyes shining, looking at yours. You had never seen such beauty in brown until now.Â
Maybe you did like Steve, and maybe he did like you.Â
Eddie went outside. As soon as he saw you biting your lip, his hands on your waist, yours in his hair, he needed some air.Â
He wished it were him. He wasnât as fancy as Steve was, he had a white shirt under his uncle's old muted brown shirt. He struggled to remember in which pocket he put the Marlboro's away. He had been fidgeting with his lighter for a while, needing, craving a moment of silence.Â
He was almost done smoking as he felt sorry for himself, when he heard the doors opening, the sudden music became clear for those brief seconds.Â
He turned around, seeing you walking towards him with the biggest smile he had seen in your face for a while.Â
For a brief moment, he forgot he was hurt.Â
âYou do look beautiful Moonâ You told him as soon as you reached him, your body next to his, snatching the half smoked cigarette that he had in between his fingers.Â
He scoffed, turning his whole body to look at you, he saw the way you smiled up at him, you were being sincere which was only just as hurting as you dancing with him had been.Â
âBeautiful?â He questioned, a slight teasing on his tone as he inched closer, breathing in the smoke you let out, stealing the cigarette back.Â
âYeah, beautiful handsome Eddie.â You uttered, the faint smell of alcohol left your mouth, Eddie scrunch his nose.Â
âYouâre drunk?âÂ
âNo, only had one drink. But youâve been moody, I miss you in there.â You chirped back, your usual playful tone didnât make him smile, not even grin. You got worried right there and then. Your hand reaching for his, trying to pull him back into the party.Â
âIâm sure youâll have a great time.â He implied, nodding at Steve who was just now opening the door, looking for you with a lovesick grin on his face.Â
âWhatâs going on?â You werenât sure what you had done to leave him in such a state, he seemed hurt, his words colder than they had even been.Â
âNothing.â Eddie lied, you hated lies.Â
Something in you clicked, as you saw the way Steve smiled you, a contradiction to Eddieâs pursed lips as his jawline looked sharper than it ever did.Â
Robinâs words echoed in your head Eddieâs got a crush on you, Steveâs got a crush on you.Â
âWell, next time have the courage to ask me out before someone else doesâŠâ You snapped back, your arms crossing over your chest, a protective stance taking hold of you as you stepped back.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He shook his head, his hair brushing against his face, an apologetic look on his eyes that made you want to cry.Â
âIt means donât just suppose nobody will want me, am I supposed to wait for you forever?âÂ
Eddie couldnât quite believe that declaration, knowing now you might also have some feeling for him, but he was a little too late. You sniffled your nose, shaking your head, your hair flowing everywhere. âForget it.â You declared, leaving the little bubble you were in.Â
You walked over to Steve, and he just looked at you, the smile he had turned as soon as he saw the way your eyes were crystalizing, menacing with tears. He cupped your cheeks with his hands.Â
You gave in, your body hitting his, Eddie just saw the way your shoulders moved up and down.Â
You were crying now.Â
âHoneyâŠâ Steve begged as he took you in his arms. âDo you want to leave?âÂ
âIâm sorry.â You whispered back, feeling warmer in his arms, the coldness of Eddieâs words brushing away with the closeness of Steveâs body.Â
âDonât be. We can go anywhere you want. As long as Iâm with you Iâm happy.â He blurted, his eyes looking at yours, his thumbs brushing out the tear that came out of them.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
ââcurse I am.â He added, a smile returning to his lips, before he kissed the crown of your head. âI can also drop you off.â He offered, you shook you head.Â
âI donât wanna be alone.â You answered, your voice still barely above a whisper.Â
âThatâs fine, you wanna go for a walk?â He replayed instead, taking your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.Â
As soon as you nodded he started walking. He didnât push for you to talk, he didnât try to make assumptions, but of course he did.Â
The last he had seen was you talking with Eddie. Steve had always thought that Eddie was beautiful, he had a magnetic pull with people that was hard to explain, and he also knew that Eddie was sharp with his words. So he gave you enough time to gather your thoughts.Â
âI do like youâŠâ You confessed, your tone remaining low and soft as you spoke, looking at the ground, not confident enough to look at him right now.Â
âI like you too.â He gleamed with pride, though he thought that much was obvious.Â
âI⊠I figured that out with the flowers.â You recalled, as a shiver from the cold air made you shake a bit.Â
Steve wasted no second, his tuxedo jacket laying on your shoulders now.Â
âThe flowers gave me away?â He teased, a short chuckle in the back of his throat. âIt wasnât my constant offer to drive you anywhere?â He admitted with a defeated laugh.Â
âI thought you were being nice.â You admitted, still not looking at him, much more interested in the way your shoe made contact with the ground beneath your feet.Â
âI was. I also have this crush on you.â The word sended shivers down your spine.Â
âRobin says Eddie also has a crush on me.â That when you looked up, seeing a defeated nod from Steve only confirmed it. âI⊠I donât know what to do.âÂ
âI donât wanna tell you what to do, but⊠while you figure it out, can I defend my case?â He pleaded, his waist bumping into yours, his finger under your chin. He was being brave, he was finally taking his chance.Â
As soon as you nodded, and your lips parted, your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips, a neediness that became clear as you realised what was about to happen, Steve got closer. Close enough to breathe the same air as you, his mouth a whisper away from yours, enjoying that tension that had formulated in the air. He was enjoying that bit of power, feeling how bad you wanted him. You were the one to finally close the distance, and he was ecstatic about it. He took his time, his lips moving gracefully against yours, your hands tugging the back of his neck, one of his was lost in the space between your neck and your jawline, applying a pressure that made you moan against his lips, thought maybe that was due to the way his other hand was grabbing your waist, his fingers would leave a mark, that much was clear.Â
As soon as you break off the kiss, the lovesick smile on both of your faces was evident.Â
âThat wasâŠâ He muttered, left speechless by your kisses, needing more of them.Â
âYou are a good kisser.â You slightly teased him back, recalling the rumors about him in a joyful manner.Â
He kissed you a lot more after that, having to stop walking in the middle of the road as you went to find his car.Â
Robin saw it, and decided it was best if she kept her mouth shut this time, but she did overhear the last thing Steve whispered to you before going back into the car. âI donât mind sharing, you can figure out whatever you need, honey.âÂ
She already saw the headache coming, and really regretted that Eddie didnât see the way your cheeks flustered at the idea of being with him for a while.Â
2.9
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âBabe, can you help me?â You cried out, the sun hitting you a bit too hard, you started to feel your skin burning if you werenât careful.Â
âSure, be with you in a second.â Steve adds, gleaming at the sound of your voice calling him such a pretty nickname. Him and Robin were a bit busy, stacking the small cooler with every kind of beer and seltzer they could name, topping it with ice so it would stay cold during the hot summerâs day. The first of many to come.Â
The pool had been officially opened, and with that, the usual invasion of the Harrington household started. This year however, Steve decided to throw a little party, so it wouldnât be a surprise gathering at his house.Â
Robin still hadnât said anything about what she heard at prom, and she intended to keep it that way, she was having fun watching, as you struggled to operate.Â
Steve came over, sitting behind you, a little kiss on your shoulder letting you know he was all yours for now. You passed him the sunscreen, it smelt like coconut and vanilla, as he spread it on your back and shoulders, he took the opportunity to be a bit more handsy than he needed to. He started massaging your back, knowing the effect it had on you, as he heard the stifled groan on the back of your throat, quiet enough that heâd be the only one to hear it. Once he reached the lower part of your back, he spent way too much time in it, tracing patterns that had no meaning besides getting your body closer, and closer to his crotch, moving you a bit so youâd feel the way it grew against your butt cheeks. You looked back at him, over your shoulder, to see him smiling, that stupid smile that let you know just how much he wanted you, now and everyday. You shook your head, laying on his chest with enough mischievousness to let your cheeks hold his bulge between them, you felt him breathe out in a needy manner, right against your cheek. He gave you a kiss on your lips, his hand now caressing your stomach, fully visible thanks to the white bikini you chose to wear.Â
âNot while we have company, Harrington.â You whispered into his ear once his lips parted from yours. He groaned, deciding to just hold you tightly, his head buried where your neck met your shoulder, leaving wet kisses in that spot he knew you liked.Â
âI told you⊠I donât mind sharing.â He recalled the conversation you had about your curly haired friend he knew you had a crush on, even if you evidently liked him.Â
âShush.â You dismissed him, holding his face near yours, a kiss left on his lips, as you bit his lower one. âLetâs just stay here until the others come?â You pleaded, not wanting to think about it, not really ready to think about Eddie coming here right now.Â
He answered with another kiss against your sun kissed skin, decidedly staying like this. Enjoying each otherâs presence, soft touches and caresses.Â
The last few weeks with Steve had been amazing, but Eddie had grown cold as soon as he heard that you seemingly had made your choice, even if you were far from it.Â
Steve's words didnât help.Â
In your mind, Steve seemed excited with the idea of you making out, or whatever it was with his friend, as long as you kept doing it with him. It was a dangling temptation, a dream, a forbidden fruit that had all of a sudden become edible.Â
You werenât sure how much time had passed, you just knew Steveâs fingers were too busy tracing little drawings on your lower stomach, dangerously close to the edge of the thong that was part of your two piece. When all of a sudden your eyes opened from the noise that was coming out of the house. Eddie had arrived, accompanied by Nancy and Jonathan. The couple came out first.Â
âHey lovebugs!â Nancy screamed, her usual upbeat tone making Steve open his eyes, he waved back, you did the same movement, which made her chuckle.Â
Eddie followed them closely, even in such warm weather, he still had his blue jeans on, only this time his white tank top let his arms out on the sun, you got lost in him for just a second.Â
Eddie avoided your stare, got lost in your body instead. Robin clocked the way he swallowed, his muscles in his neck tensing as he tried not to look too much. It was hard, since he knew he could be the one holding you as near as he desired.Â
Jonathan grabbed two beers, and offered one to Eddie, he felt compassion for him, just like Robin, he was used to being observant, and had known about Eddieâs feelings for a while, and he had been in the same situation, only he had a bit more luck.Â
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The moment came where you decided to finally jump into the water, all of your friends deciding they wanted to stay dry, watching you as you floated in the pool.Â
You were pretty good at knowing who was staring, even if they had the same coloured eyes, Eddieâs and Steveâs staring felt different. Eddieâs was full of regret, he had wanted to talk to you ever since you left the dance, Steveâs was full of hunger -at least while you looked like that, skin wet, and your hair framing your face in a way heâd call heavenly if asked.- though if you were honest, you felt a trace of desire in Eddieâs eyes everytime yours met.Â
Robin had enough of that show, and even if she promised to herself she wouldnât say anything, she needed to talk to someone, so she did.Â
âNance, can you help me get some wine?â She asked, a lift of the eyebrow and she understood she needed to speak to her.Â
âSure.â She added before following her into the house.Â
Eddie and Jonathan stayed there, grinding some weed for later. Steve looked at them, and stood up, walking to the edge of the pool, sitting on it, waiting for you to come.Â
Robin started rumbling as soon as they reached the kitchen.Â
âI need to tell you something, but you canât say anything. But if I donât tell it to someone Iâm gonna lose my mindâ She was talking in a fast-paced manner that let Nancy know just how much she had been needing to talk.Â
âJesus okay. Breathe.â She said, pushing her shoulders down. âNow, shoot.âÂ
âI overhead the new couple at the prom.â She started, waiting for a nod from Nancy so she could continue. âSteve told her that he knows about Eddieâs feelings, and that heâs okay sharing? What does that even mean? Has he ever said something like that to you? Do you think⊠Maybe Steve wants toâŠ?âÂ
Nancyâs eyes opened wide, at the amount of information and preceding questions she asked, her head working overtime to keep up with her friend.Â
âHeâs okay sharing as inâŠâÂ
âI think he wants her to make a move or something, so she can know for sure she wants to be with him but thatâs justâŠâ She didnât dare to finish the sentence, not without implying something sheâd hate for people to imply about herself.Â
âSteve really has changed.â Nancy over enunciated, raising her eyebrows as she looked over for the wine. Robin erupted in laughter.Â
âWhat do you think I should do?â She implored now, stepping in closer to her, grabbing some glasses for the white wine.Â
âYou? Nothing. Iâm sure Eddieâll catch on soon enough.â She pointed out, as she started to head out. âHeâs practically drooling everytime she looks at her.â She joked as Robin chuckled, following her closely.Â
At the same time, Jonathan looked at Eddie, and how concentrated he was on grinding the weed so he could smoke it. He knew Eddie was feeling a bit overwhelmed, and he knew how much it could help, so he stayed put, waiting for him to finish.Â
âLook dude, I donât really know you that much but uh⊠Youâve got something in your mind.. If you need to uh.. talk it outâŠâ He offered, feeling incredibly embarrassed by that leap he was making, knowing Eddie had the right to blow him off.Â
He didnât. He looked up, nodding with a half smile as he mouthed a thanks. He looked over at Steve walking closer to you and the sense of urgency came back.Â
âPass me the paper, please?â He babbled, as his hand reached out. Grabbing it and starting to roll what would -hopefully- calm him down. âI just⊠I fucked it up.â He added, nodding at you, and the way you smiled as soon as you saw Steve.Â
âWhyâd you say that?âÂ
âShe told me if she was supposed to wait for me forever, next thing I know, sheâs kissing Steve.â He sputtered, a trace of hurt could still be felt on his voice. Jonathan gave him a reassuring touch on his shoulder.Â
âThatâs Steve⊠Though to be fair⊠You shouldnât lose hope.â He recomforted him, looking at Nancy as she came back, a smile on his face.Â
Talking of Steve he found his way to you. His legs on the water, moving it slightly, the waves hitting your body. You looked over at him, a smile wide on his face.Â
You swam closer to him, instead of laying against the granite that circled the pool, you let your arms rest on his thigh, looking up at him with dreamy eyes.Â
âHi.â You beamed at him, the softness of your tone made him get even more lost into you.Â
âHi.â He echoed, one of his hands cupping your cheek, you gave in to the touch. âYou should get out, Nancy went to get your favourite wine.â You smiled deeply at him, he really did care for you.Â
âGoing.â You whisper as you find your way to the stairs, pushing your head down one last time, so the hair wouldnât annoy you.Â
Eddie caught that. And the way you walked out of the pool was enough for his cock to push against his zipper. He crossed his legs, enjoying the show a bit more, as he lit the joint he had been preparing. He got a bit lost, especially on the way your hair not only framed your face, but your breasts, that seemed to shine as water dropped out of them. It didnât help that you were wearing white, he was going to lose his mind.Â
Only this time, Steve caught him, a cheeky grin appearing on his face as he made eye contact with Eddie, who became flustered. Steve just nodded, and mouthed its fine. Eddie had never been more confused.Â
âWeâve got your wine!â Robin cheered, as she raised a glass to you. You took a good sip of it, the lightness of it invading your mouth, a smile left on your lips.Â
âCheers.â You added, taking another taste. âIâll just go change really quick.âYou excused yourself, bending down a bit so you could put your drink down. It was torture for Eddie, who was trying extremely hard not to be too evident, but right now he just felt you were starting to tease him, bending over when that little fabric was covering you.Â
Maybe you were.Â
It was intoxicating, knowing that you did have that power over both of them. While Eddie was a bit too lost in your behind, Steve got lost in your chest, even if he was more taken aback with the eye contact you liked to keep. You walked slowly back into the house, up the stairs to the left where Steveâs room was. You grabbed one of his oversized white shirts, and a pair of faded, soft, basketball shorts that were too short on him, yet perfect for you. You found your way to the downstairs bathroom, knowing that you could hang your bikini there until it dries off, and that no one would really know -or care- if you were wearing underwear or not.Â
You left the door ajar, it would only take a moment.Â
The top part was changed in a swift movement, so was the down one.Â
You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair becoming a tangled mess, it would only get worse if you didnât brush it off soon. You looked for one, something, anything, unsuccessfully.Â
The door opened all of a sudden. Eddie was there, an apologetic look on his face.Â
âSorry, thought nobody was here.â He pleaded, as he started to close the wooden door.Â
âItâs fine, Iâm just looking for a hairbrush, then Iâll leave.â You tried to explain to him, not really wanting him to leave, fully aware that those were the first words youâve exchanged.Â
âYou wonât reach it.â Eddie mumbled, walking back in. He closed the door, and opened the cabinet that was higher up, grabbing a little box that had various different combs on it. He grabbed the one that was better for your hair and looked at you. âDâyou want me toâŠ?â He gestured with his hands, up and down, a brushing motion.Â
You nodded, your back now facing him, as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Eddie looked back at you, your eyes meeting on the reflective surface. He pursed his lips, the high made everything feel ten times more intense. It was intoxicating enough being near you, getting to be this close to you made it hard for him to concentrate.Â
You kept looking at him, and every move he made, the tension that was getting created in that little space growing larger and larger. A sense of electricity, of magnetism pulling you in closer, close enough that your waist touched his. He breathed out loudly, knowing this was getting a bit too much. But the small tugging in his pants only made your lip quiver with more confidence, he wanted this just as much as you did. You got on your tip-toes for a moment, just to go slowly down, your butt graceing his crotch slowly. You could see the way his eyes shut down for that moment, how his mouth opened, how his hands grabbed your hair and the brush harder, trying not to say anything. It was intoxicating. He finished brushing your hair, and he let the comb hit the floor. You made eye contact through the mirror once again, as he breathed in that loud manner again, shaking his head at you, struggling to let something out of his lips.Â
âDove⊠IâŠâ He tried, your hands already on the back of his neck, pushing him in against you, you needed to feel him, as near as you could.Â
âI do like you.â You confessed in between whispers, your fingers tugging his hair. âI just⊠Iâm confused.â You admitted, your hips had started a little pattern, grinding against his crotch. A needines was beating on your chest, traveling all the way down to where you made contact with him.Â
âFuckâŠâ And with that you knew what was coming.Â
Eddie let out a moan out of hornyness and anger. He had wanted you for so long, he would be an idiot if he didnât at least give you a kiss.Â
Just one kiss, he told himself.Â
His hands grabbed your waist tightly, turning you so youâd finally look at his eyes, not at a mirror, the brown of them almost gone, a hunger you were experiencing just as much as he was. Even if he was dying for more, he started kissing your cheek, a trembling hand grabbing your butt, messaging it, your leg lifting on instinct, pushing his crotch with yours, the feeling of the zipper messing with you, the soft fabric not protecting you much. He kept kissing your neck, and the little zone behind your ear, leaving soft moans every time his mouth left your skin. Once you were drunk on him, he cupped your face with one hand, the other still holding your butt firmly, and finally let your lips touch. You became one in that moment, your waist still moving, your hands scratching his back in an attempt to obtain more. You needed to drink every single drop of him. His hand started teasing at your behind, a smile when he noticed the lack of underwear, and just how sensitive you were. If he pushed the short upwards, the fabric touched you in a way that made you whimper.Â
It wasnât fair, you also deserved to play.Â
Your hands left his back, travelled to his crotch, undoing the belt in a swift movement. The sound of the belt buckle made him snap back.Â
That was more than one kiss.Â
âWe canâtâŠâ He said, pulling strength from somewhere, he wasnât sure where.Â
âSteve doesnât mind.â You tried to make him understand, unsuccessfully.Â
âIf I was him, I would want you all to myself.âÂ
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The sun was setting, Nancy was half asleep into Jonathanâs arms, Robin was a bit too inebriated, laughing at every small detail she saw.Â
It wasnât difficult.Â
When you came out of the bathroom, a flustered Eddie followed you minutes after. Steve looked at you with a puzzled look, and you just nodded.Â
Now you were sitting between them both.Â
Jonathan looked at Steveâs grip on your thigh, while your pinky was grabbing Eddieâs. He opened his eyes as soon as he understood. He gave Eddie a quick look, he just nodded in quiet disbelief.Â
âI think we should go.â Jonathan said in a soft-spoken voice, brushing Nancyâs hair.Â
âIâm way too wasted to drive.â Eddie muttered in response, a cheap excuse everyone noticed. He wasnât ready to leave.Â
Jonathan offered his hand, Eddieâs van keys fell onto his palm.Â
âOkay then, weâll go.â He stood up, helping Nancy up, gesturing to Robin to follow him. She looked back at the three of you, she struggled to hide a chuckle.Â
âFine⊠au revouir!â She teased as soon as she looked at you, your cheeks getting that pinkish tone to them again. You hid your face behind your palm, begging she was the only one out of them that understood the stupid joke. The shocked giggle out of Steveâs lips let you know he got it too.Â
âIâll walk with you to the door.â Steve added, off-handedly. As soon as he stood up and took a couple of steps, he looked at you over his shoulder, the prettiest smile on his face.Â
It was a do whatever you need, a i want you to do it, a please do it.Â
The type of look that drove you insane.Â
Eddie lit up another spliff, standing up, your eyes looking up at him, all doe-like. If only you could read his mind, he thought.Â
âI think Iâll go for a swim.â You were unsure if it was an invitation, or if he just needed some space, a moment to think it all well.Â
Truth be told, Eddie was curious about what youâd do now, once he took his shirt off, careful not to burn anything, smoke still coming out of his mouth, a delightful picture you would keep in your mind for a long time.Â
You hadnât seen him shirtless.Â
It was a sight to see, you thought. You knew he had muscles, you didnât know his were somehow more defined than Steveâs. His chest was pale, decorated with ink, your fingers suddenly tingling the urge to trace over them, especially the one he had near his hip bone.Â
Eddie enjoyed seeing you like that, for once you were the one thirsting over his body, your mouth half opened, having trouble taking your eyes off his chest, while yours all of a sudden raised faster. Your breathing quickening.Â
His back was also well defined, framed by his hair swinging a bit with every step he took, his curls bouncing in an hypnotizing manner.Â
He sat down on the steps of the swimming pool, his waist submerged in the water. He smiled as soon as he heard your cautious steps approaching him. You sat near him, your body not in the water, only your legs, looking at his side profile. You could draw him from memory alone, you realised. He didnât say anything, he just looked at you, his usual grin that always made you smile back. He offered the joint to you, you shook your head, a drink still in your hand.Â
âWeâre swimming?â Steve proposed at the sight of you two, already taking his shirt off.Â
Before any of you could answer, he had already jumped into the water, swimming back in the middle of you, taking the offer of the spliff Eddie had in between his fingers with a shrug.Â
âIâm not wearing uhâŠâ Your eyes darted nervously at Eddie, and the memory of his fingers discovering it just a few minutes ago. He did the same, his hand twitching as he made eye contact with you.Â
âIâm sure Eddie wonât care.â He assured, his tone dropping a bit. The husky tone hypnotising you. Steve looked at the curly headed boy waiting for a response. He just scratched his chin, looking back at you, his eyelids half closed. âSee, he doesnât.â He gestured back at him, getting a bit closer to you. âYou donât have to if you donât want toâ He whispered, needing you to know he meant it, the softness of his words made you know he was telling the truth.Â
As soon as you felt Steveâs hand on your thigh, and how good the water droplets falling from them felt on your skin, you opened your legs, letting him gain access, his hands finding the hem of your shorts rapidly, pulling them down softly.Â
Eddie was hypnotised by it. The way your legs looked, the look of devotion you had for Steve, how confident you seemed, the shy soft smile in your face as you were enjoying his touch against your skin as the shorts became a faint memory. He looked attentive as Steveâs hands reached the end of your shirt, how his lips kissed your knee, eyes closed, how a soft moan escaped your lips. He felt himself grow, no longer restricted by his jeans. The spliff long forgotten by your side, his full attention in how more parts of you were revealed, as Steve slowly took your shirt off. The first thing he saw was the curvature of your back, your stomach following it closely. When he saw your breasts under the sunset, he realised he had never been as hard. You shook your head as soon as the shirt was off, your hair flowing freely. Your hand caressing Steveâs face, inching closer to him, leaving a sound kiss on his lips. He was trying to repress the urge he had of touching himself, it felt like he was looking at a private show, just for him.Â
Steve helped you into the water, his hands holding tightly onto your waist, pulling you in slowly. Enjoying the sound you made as water hitted your full body. He had only eyes for you. His nose touched yours, asking for permission to kiss you once again, his bare chest hitting yours, you were the one who broke the distance, pushing into him with the usual care. Steveâs lips were soft, fitted with yours perfectly, you thought.Â
Eddie couldnât take it anymore. He had to touch himself. It was pathetic, he thought, you were making out in front of him, and he needed to touch himself, feeling like if he didnât take it out, it would just start to hurt, so he did. He grabbed the waistband of his swimsuit down, already stroking his dick in a slow movement, when all of a sudden, you made eye contact with him, while you were still kissing Steve. You broke the kiss, yet Steve kept kissing your neck, one of his hands already on the small of your back, pushing your entrance to his erection. You moaned at the sight of him, and Eddieâs movements deepened.Â
âYou wanna kiss her?â Steve asked as soon as he opened his eyes, seeing the way Eddie looked at you, his cock still out. âCome.â He invited him, with a quick shake of his head. âShe really wants you to do so, Munson.â That did it for him, that and the fact that you moaned as soon as you heard his last name, though maybe that had more to do with the way Steveâs fingers were teasing you now.Â
He didnât really waste that much time, he took off his swimsuit before coming into the water, not caring about anything else but the way your eyes looked at him, needing him. You felt his dick on your stomach, the hardness of it coming into contact with you thanks to the short distance. Eddieâs hands didnât shake now, he was decided. They held your face, coping your cheeks in the way he had hoped to do so for so long, breaking the distance, as your lips found each other. Your tongues touching, finally, both of you thought, as your hands reached for his body, as did his.Â
Steve was still enjoying himself, touching you, feeling how you squirm under his touch, your legs shaking a bit as he kept teasing, your clit missing him everytime he messed around.Â
Eddie couldnât stop kissing you, he was enjoying it maybe a bit much. He had never tasted something better, and he never wanted to. He wished in between kisses to remember this sensation forever, your hands on his body, fingers buried deep into his skin, begging for more as you moaned into his mouth.Â
Your hands were dangerously low, but it didnât matter.Â
A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you felt Steveâs fingers reaching inside you, moving them slowly, each movement deeper than the last.Â
âPlease.â You begged, looking up at Steve, his hand reaching for your neck, leaving a thigh squeez before he kissed your cheek. âPlease.â You whimpered again, looking outside the pool.Â
Eddie understood, and followed closely. Steve pushed your body up, you were now sitting on the stone that circled the pool, your body slowly hitted the ground, legs hanging from the edge, grabbing Eddieâs hand so youâd have him near, your hand started messing with his pelvic bone, a few brushes, caresses and he was already doing that loud breathing that proved to drive you insane.Â
Steve didnât waste no time, grabbing the back of your legs, pushing your body closer to the edge, leaving kisses on your knee, then your upper thigh, the inside of it, everywhere his lips had access to, while his hand got a bit busy feeling you, and the wetness of your entrance.Â
Eddie brushed your hair behind your ear, before diving in for a kiss, his lips touching yours, just so he could have an excuse to start kissing your neck, hearing you make such pretty noises that close to his ear was something he never thought he would be able to. To be fair, he moaned as soon as your hand wrapped around his dick, starting the slow movement, he smiled in between kisses as you kept it going.Â
The combination of it all; Eddie moaning your name that close to your ear, your whole body filled with goosebumps, as Steve started kissing your clit, it made you arch your back.Â
âYouâre sensitive today.â Steve teased, as his lips went back to the spot that was driving you mad, one of his fingers starting to make his way inside you, you felt him smile as he heard you moan at that.Â
âJesus sweetheartâŠâ Eddie breathed out, a groan escaping the back of his throat, his voice was the lowest you had ever heard. âIf you keep touching me like that, making those soundsâŠâ He couldnât even finish the sentence.Â
He saw the way you smiled proudly at the praise, your teeth biting your lower lip, while you breathed heavily, he had to kiss you again, that way he knew youâd be moaning into eachothersâ mouths.
Once Steve had three fingers inside you, his movements finding the perfect pace, his mouth all over you, legs shaking while his head was in between he could tell you were close, Eddieâs hands stroking your body helping in that. Speaking of, he looked at him, he could also tell he was trying not to come, not yet. He stopped eating you out, his head resting on your tight.Â
âYou wannaâŠ?â He asked you first, nodding to him. He could tell you did, just by the way your eyes shined as soon as he asked, he had to hide a giggle once he looked at Eddie who was concentrating on something else.Â
âEddsâ You begged, moaning his name. It made him tilt his head backwards a bit, your hand still tightly wrapped around his dick. âCan you fuck me?â He had to bite the inside of his lips so he wouldn't come right then. His hands grabbing your legs, turning your body to him, so your entrance would be at his level was enough confirmation. Before Eddie started, while he was admiring you in all your glory, you looked deep into Steveâs eyes, your hand finally dropping his swimsuit, stroking him. A hunger in your eyes before you asked âCan I?âÂ
He nodded.Â
Then he looked around, knowing that it would be more comfortable for you if you were on the couch.Â
âInside.â He groaned, looking at you first, then turning to Eddie.Â
Before you knew it, Eddie was sitting on the couch, too much in a hurry to care if it became a bit wet, his hands got lost in your waist, kissing the zone between your belly button and your cunt, your skin reacting to every touch, pulling you in softly, slowly. While Steve was next to you, his hand still touching your clit, getting you warmed up for Eddie, as your hand curved around his cock, stroking it.Â
You noticed, while Eddie was longer, Steve was wider. Both of them large, though Eddieâs curved a bit, you knew that would be something youâd like, and you were eager to prove it to yourself.Â
Your free hand touched Eddieâs chin, making him look up at you, his gaze into yours, lowering as you sat on top of him.Â
You both moaned as he entered you, you made your way down slowly, fully wrapping around him, a sensation you were sure you could never forget. His hand grabbing your waist, guiding you gracefully. You left a quick kiss on his lips, before turning to find Steve.Â
He waited for you to guide him, he knew just how overstimulating everything must be, as much as he wished for you to do something right now, he waited, patiently, stroking his own erection as he looked at you, and the way you bounced on top of Eddieâs cock.Â
You pulled him in, his knees on the couch, his body sitting where the head usually rests, his hand petting your hair, you didnât waste that much time, filling your mouth with him.Â
âHoneyâŠâ He blurted, having trouble articulating words. âYouâre taking both of us so well.â He praised, as he started to pull your hair, your head following the movements, effectively mouthfucking you at the pace he wished, a series of profanities falling from his mouth.Â
âYou really are.â Eddie added, his hands pulling you in deeper, your eyes closing out of pure pleasure, as his cock pushed into you, a rhythm you felt right in your stomach.Â
Eddie couldnât help himself, he started with just a thigh squeeze, just to end up slapping your ass, the sound of the clapping only turning you on faster. Eddie was so close, his arms wrapped around you, in complete devotion. You took a second, continuing to work on Steve with your hand to kiss Eddie, Steveâs precum still on your throat, but he didnât care. He needed you there, his forehead against yours, his mouth moaning and half screaming your name.Â
âIâm not gonna last long.â He said, drunk on you from head to toe.Â
âI want youâŠâ You started, having to gather some air before continuing, you could feel his dick ripping you deeper every time he reentered, his hand pushing you deeper into him every time you did. âTo come, please, Eddie, please.â You ended begging in a whimper, that did it for him.Â
You kissed him, before your head fell into his shoulder, biting him as you felt the way his muscles flexed around you, his head falling backwards.
âShitâ Eddie groaned as soon as he felt himself come, deep on you, looking deep in your eyes, a smile evident in them. Steve didnât even think about it before doing it, once he made eye contact with him, his lips were on his, a soft kiss that needed to happen. Eddieâs hands still on the small of your back, Steveâs on the back of your neck.Â
âHot.â You whispered, making you all three laugh, breaking the soft tension that was in the air.Â
You got off, Eddie groaned as he felt you leave, he didnât want you to ever leave his side. You looked back at Steve, he knew what you wanted, no words needed. He nodded, before kissing you again, his hands pulling you a bit closer to him, before turning you over.Â
Your stomach laid on the couch cushions, your ass high as he could get it, a sight he loved if he was honest, only this time your head rested on Eddieâs lap, while he brushed your head, Eddieâs brown eyes looking up at Steve, another sight to be seen he thought. He took a moment to take it in, before his hands grabbed your waist, helping them find his way inside you, a moan of pure delight as you felt him. You bite Eddieâs thigh, careful not to moan too loud.Â
The sight of Steve fucking you, you trying desperately not to scream as he moved slowly, filling you up wider that he had, the small kisses and bites you were leaving on his skin were enough for him to get hard again, and you took that opportunity gladly, your tongue on the tip of his dick, licking tentatively, as you heard him groan at the feeling of you playing with him, his hands on his head, already overstimulated. Steve took that as what it was, and he went in harder, and harder, and harder.Â
âThatâs it, youâre doing so good baby.â He moaned, his fingers turning white as he held you, no doubt leaving a mark on your body.Â
âShitâŠâ Eddie moaned again, as your lips opened wider, swallowing him deeper and deeper. âYouâre⊠fuck youâre amazing.â He struggled to say as he whimpered, the praise only making you go in ways he never imagined.Â
Steve felt how your walls were closing, a clear indication you were getting exactly where he wanted you to be, his nails digging in your skin, in the kind of way he knew drove you insane, your back arched even more, letting him get deeper than he ever had.Â
âEddieâ Steve said, looking at him, his eyes were half gone once he looked back. âTouch her, sheâs close.âÂ
You confirmed as much, whining while your mouth was still filled with Eddieâs cock, your left hand stroking him at the same pace as Steve was fucking you.Â
As soon as you felt Eddieâs fingers on your clit, the coldness of the rings only making you enjoy it even more, you knew you werenât gonna last long. Eddie felt it too, you were struggling to concentrate on sucking him off, so he pulled himself out of your mouth, kissing you instead.Â
âI rather hear you, sweetheart.â He whispered into your ear.
âKeep doing that, please.â You begged at both of them.Â
They did, somehow with the same rhythm, Eddieâs hand knew exactly how to touch you, while the other one was touching himself. Steve kept fucking you, the sound of your body hitting his was magic, you thought. Symphonies could be written with the way it all sounded, Eddie praising you, guiding you through it, Steveâs groaning your name as he pushed in and out, and you being as loud as you wanted to.Â
It didnât take long before Steve felt it, your legs thigting, the sharp intake of your breathing, your hand closing in a fist.Â
âYou can come, honey.â He groaned, as he too felt himself not being able to hold it for much longer.Â
âPlease.â Eddie added, as he too wasnât gonna last that much more.Â
You did, your back arched as you felt Steve hit you for a couple more times before the warmness filled you up, leaving every inch of your skin he could find covered with kisses. Eddie came, the cum falling in his stomach and hand.Â
âJesusâŠâ Eddie muttered, as he let his body fully relax.Â
âYeahâŠâ Steve added, pulling out of you, pulling you in for a hug as soon as his body hitted the couch.Â
You melted into his arms, nudging Eddie to come closer. He did with a half smile, you enjoyed Steveâs caressing of your skin whilst your fingers got lost into Eddieâs hair.Â
âRobinâs gonna kill me when I tell herâŠâ Eddie muttered, before realising that he wasnât sure if you were going to tell people about it.Â
âWhat will you tell her?â Steve asked, as if he could read his thoughts. Not in an inquisitive tone, more of a curious one.Â
âTell her you went to Paris.â You half joked, a giggle escaping your lips. âShe already knows, Iâm sure.â You let the two confused men know.Â
âDoes she?â Steveâs curiosity piked, you nodded, leaving a kiss on his chest.
âShe said I should visit it right before the dance.â You let them know.Â
âWell, thanks Robin.â Eddie laughed, intertwining your fingers with yours.Â
âAre you staying over?â Steve asked at Eddie, you could sense a bit of hopefulness in his tone.Â
âIf you let me.âÂ
âWe should go to bed then, comfier.â Steve added, the biggest smile on his face. âMaybe weâll do this again.â He finished with a kiss on the top of your head.
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a drabble i wrote for @cambridgemadness - thank you for your support darling!!! đ«¶đ»
summary: steveâs such a goddamn sweetheart. until you convince him not to be.
contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; âgood girlâ; teasing; oral (steve receiving); face fucking; spitting; nipple play; corruption (steve ⊠receiving?);
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You stare up at Steve from your position on the end of his bed, laying on your stomach. You kick your feet a little, smiling up at him. Your low cut top shows off your cleavage, which Steve stares at, eyes hooded and pretty lips parted.Â
He has no idea what youâre scheming.Â
âSteve,â you smile, reaching out for him. âCome here, pretty boy.â
He finally walks towards you. His cock strains against his dark-wash Levis, the gold on his belt glistening in the intimate lamp light. âYou look so beautiful,â he says softly, petting your hair. He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls your head up to look at him. âJust gorgeous, yâknow that?â
You bite your lip, giggling. âAll for you, Stevie.â Your fingers find his belt loops and you pull him in closer, until his bulge presses against the tip of your nose. You hear Steveâs breath hitch above you.Â
âWhy donât I do something for you, hm?â he asks, running a big hand through your hair. âLet me take care of you.â
You shake your head, nuzzling his cock. âBeen wanting to taste you all night.â You bat your lashes up at him, really laying it on thick. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling his jeans down slow until heâs only in his underwear.Â
âWhat do you want, Steve?â you finally ask, looking back up at him. You already know what heâll say.Â
âWhatever youâll give me,â he says sweetly, softly, looking down at you with puppy dog eyes.Â
You nearly roll your eyes. But you have a trick up your sleeve that youâre sure will work soon enough.Â
You press a kiss to his clothed cock, smiling at the stain your lip gloss leaves on his underwear. You wore strawberry tonight, real sticky stuff that should make a mess. Your fingers find the waistband of his briefs and you finally pull them down, biting your lip when his cock springs up and bounces softly against his lower stomach.Â
Steveâs size is part of why he wonât be rough with you. Even though youâve proven to him that you can take it in as many ways as possible. Heâs far from the first person youâve ever been with, but heâs certainly the biggest. The sight of him as you drooling. Heâs so pretty - thick, long shaft that curves up a little at the top, a pink tip that weeps precum, cute little freckles, and full, tight balls.Â
You want him to make you take all of it.Â
You press a kiss to his balls first, lips twitching upwards when he lets his head fall back. He doesnât know what to do with his hands, keeps them at his sides instead of in your hair where they belong.Â
âYou can touch me,â you say softly, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft.Â
âI know,â he replies, voice a little shaky. âDonât want to hurt you, thatâs all.â
You look up at him. Are you serious?
Steve tilts his head and frowns. âCâmon. You know Iâm a big softie.â
This isnât the first time youâve had this conversation, but it will be the first time you push him on it. âWhat makes you think you can hurt me?â
A little kiss to a vein running up the underside of his shaft makes him pause before he continues. âYou - you know. Iâm strong.â
âUh-huh,â you tease, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his cock and watching him fight off a shudder. âSuper strong, Steve.â
âI am!â
âNot that I would know.â Your tongue licks a stripe up the side of him and his eyes blink shut. âNever really got to see you be so strong, Stevie.â
He scoffs, opening his eyes. Theyâre half hooded. âThatâs total bullshit.â
You hum, flicking your tongue at the edge where his tip meets the shaft before suckling on the head. Steve sighs above you, half in relief and half in bliss, and rests one single hand gingerly on your head. âGood girl.â
You love that - when heâs sweet with you for pleasuring him. Itâs all you want to do. Christ, itâs all you think about. Being his perfect little slut, at his beck and call, letting him use you however he needs. Marked up, voice hoarse, legs shaking. Which, to be fair, Steve has that effect on you, anyway. Even when heâs soft and sweet and whispers sweet nothings to you.Â
Youâd just like it a bit more intensely.Â
You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before pulling off. âDâyou really think Iâm a good girl?â
He scratches your scalp softly. âMhm.â
âThen why donât you give me a reward, huh?â
His brows twitch in annoyance. Itâs not often at all that you see him like this. Heâs usually good at hiding his annoyance with you. âMy cockâs right here, baby.â
Your stomach flips and you smile, giddy at his tone. âCan you help me take it?â you ask.Â
âYouâre so smart, angel,â he coos, scratching your head softly again. âPretty little brain of yours can figure it out.â
âFine. Let me seeâŠ.â
You take his cock back between your lips again. Steve moans above you, murmuring a curse. âThere you go,â he groans out. âS-see? Knew you could figure it out.â
You take him a little deeper, only a quarter of his length. He usually stops you halfway, anyway, getting nervous when you gag. But you see how his eyes grow darker when he hits the back of your throat.Â
Youâll make him work for it.Â
You drool on his cock, bobbing your head just enough, not too far. Steve still seems appreciative, keeps his hips still and feet planted on the ground. You wait until a string of saliva runs down your chin before pulling back, keeping your hands to yourself.Â
âLike that?â you ask, voice innocent.Â
âYeah, sweetheart,â he pants. âJust like that, baby.â
Just like that. You have him trapped.Â
You continue your movements, taking Steveâs cock in just like that - not very far, not far enough. You let yourself drool some more, more thick strings of saliva dripping from his cock. Enough to keep him interested. But it doesnât take long until he whimpers, his fingers tapping on your scalp.Â
âLittle more? Please?â
You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted again. âMore?â you ask, voice thick. âBut I thought I was doing good, Steve.â
He shivers. âYou are doinâ good, baby, so good, like always - just - need a little more, yâknow how.â
You blink. âI donât think I do.â
He scoffs, tongue licking over his white teeth. âWe both know you do.â
So now you take him into your throat, but you donât wrap your lips around his shaft. Itâs messy, but not tight enough. Steve sighs and his grip tightens in your hair.Â
âYouâre killinâ me,â he groans.Â
âI donât get it,â you pout, chin a mess. âIâm doing what youâre asking me to.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âThen why donât you show me?â
Steveâs jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, his eyes darker than ever as he looks down at you. âDonât know if you can handle that,â he finally says.Â
You hum, moving up onto your knees, disengaged. âMaybe you just canât handle me-â
Steve flips you onto your back so fast it knocks the wind out of you. Your head falls over the edge of his bed and you watch him upside-down, his nostrils flaring slightly, cheeks red.Â
You smile wide. Got you.Â
âThis what you wanted?â he asks, jerking himself off slowly. âWant me to treat you like the goddamn brat you are?â
âYes!â
He shakes his head. âJesus Christ. Pinch me if you want me to stop, okay? Donât wanna hurt you, just gotta show you what I told you you canât handle.â
You nod, thighs rubbing together.Â
He takes a deep breath, fingers moving to your lips and prying at your teeth. âOpen.â
You do as youâre told, choking almost immediately on his fingertips. He reaches into your throat, fucks his fingers in and out of it before pulling away and spitting down into your mouth. You gasp, thighs clenching harder.Â
âYou take my fingers well enough,â he observes, âNot sure why you wanna act like you canât suck cock all of a sudden.â
He angles your head back. You nearly giggle with glee, opening up so nice for him, sticking your tongue out to entice him when he hesitates.Â
He spits again, then slides into your throat.Â
You havenât been throat fucked like this before. You gag a lot sooner than you anticipate, right as his tip hits the back of it. Steveâs hips pull back but you grip the back of his thighs and pull him in, taking his length better this time around.Â
âFuck,â he grits, thrusting slow, a little shallow. Not the whole way. âChrist, God, youâre so n-needy. So fuckinâ needy. Spread - spread your legs.â
You do. Steve leans forward, pushing your skirt up and pushing himself further into your throat in the process. You gag but he doesnât seem to mind so much this time. âBreathe through your nose,â he instructs, his fingers running over your clothed clit. âDonât act like such a prude.â
Smack!
You moan around his cock as his hand comes down over your swollen bud. Itâs so neglected that the pain feels good.Â
âLook at you,â he coos, hips thrusting in and out of your hot, wet mouth. He lets his cock bury itself deeper, firmly into your throat now. âCanât - shit - w-wait to see how wet yâare by the end.â
He pulls out suddenly and you cough, eyes teary, looking up at him with blurred, adoring eyes. Steve leans forward and grabs your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them.Â
âLook what youâre makinâ me do,â he whines. âMakinâ such a mess of you.â
âDo you like it?â you ask.Â
He shakes his head. âToo much.â
Steve slides back into your throat and reaches forward to grope your tits. You moan and gag around him, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching them through your top. He finally shoves your shirt down, exposing your breasts, and continues pinching and tugging them.Â
âThis is what I wanted,â he pants, hips thrusting. âWanted to see these fuckinâ tits.â
You gag harder when he leans forward again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he takes a nipple between his bitten lips. He groans uncontrollably, hips bucking, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose.Â
âTouch yourself,â he moans lowly. âKnow yâwant to.â
You donât hesitate, letting your hands find your clit and rubbing it in fast circles. Youâre so close to cumming already just from the change of pace. From having him exactly where you need him. His cock buried in your throat, pleasuring himself, lips wrapped around your nipples, fingers pinching hard enough to make you squeal.Â
âYou do so good for me, huh?â he breathes against your chest, hands full of your pretty tits. âLetâs see how long you can hold it.â
He buries himself all the way. Your eyes cross and flutter shut while you focus on holding your breath, your throat bulging, Steveâs cock twitching. He whines and rests his hand on your neck, shuddering at the sight. He waits until youâre squirming, legs shifting and your hands finding his thighs before he finally pulls back.Â
âSpit.â
You do, right onto your own face. Itâs so humiliating but itâs so worth it when Steve groans, fisting his wet cock above you, rubbing the tip of it against the bridge of your nose.Â
âYouâre so good for me,â he pants. âYou okay? Can you keep taking it?â
You nod, heart beating out of your chest.Â
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Never Have I Ever [p.p]
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: When Peter meets you at college and you two bond over your lack of sexual experience, you quickly become the best friend heâs ever had. But while he falls madly in love with you, he doesnât know if you feel the same. You hold his hand when youâre out together, talk to him about the vibrator you want to buy and bless him with that beautiful look in your eyes that is reserved only for him⊠yet heâs not sure if you see more than a friend in him. Little does he know, youâre wondering the same about him, hoping for the same outcome.
Warnings: smut (all first time, oral f + m receiving, dry humping (semi-public? but itâs completely uninterrupted and unseen and in a remote location lol), masturbation (f with a sex toy and m with the readerâs underwear), vaginal sex â the second half of this is basically all smut), a sprinkle of jealous Peter, Professor Garfield lol, a little bit of angst ig bc Peter keeps doubting himself and thinks heâs a pervert but heâs just dumb as shit and oblivious, (all Peterâs pov <3), fic starts off with an awkward and embarrassing story lol, alcohol/drunk!Peter, (btw if first year of college sounds a little young to you you can always imagine they just took a break between hs and college), idk how college works in the usa, also I mention Peter's enhanced senses but it's not a Spiderman fic at all lol
Word Count: 23k omg, the longest thing Iâve ever written (if thatâs too long for you iâve put four âdividersâ in total so itâs split into 4 more or less equally long parts (the first is like 4k, second is 7k, then 4k again and the last is 8k) but of course you can ignore that and just read all of it in one go, all 23k are in this post, itâs a one shot)
It's finally here! Thank you for all the love I received for the teaser and just talking about this fic already đ This has been on my mind for so so long and Iâve been (sporadically and inconsistently) writing it since like September. Iâm so glad itâs finally finished, this was one of my favourite wips Iâve ever worked on, I really loved writing Peter and the reader and their dynamic and experiences and I hope you love reading it just as much đ
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Itâs Peterâs first week of college and so far he barely knows anyone. The guys in the rooms next to Peterâs are cool, but he figures it wouldnât hurt to know a few more people, so he decides to go to this party heâs been hearing about all week.
The party is exactly how he imagined it; loud music, drinking games, a pretty girl sitting next to him. So pretty that he doesnât dare look at you for too long because heâs worried youâll catch him staring and think heâs being weird.
The game youâre all playing started as a simple never have I ever, but somehow people are now telling their funniest sex stories. Peter doesnât realise itâs part of the game that everyone tells a sex story until itâs your turn and he notices how the last few people all told a story, one after the other, going around the circle youâre all sitting in.
His heart starts thumping harder in his chest. He doesnât have a sex story to tell. But if he gets up now it will be obvious that heâs avoiding his turn, right?Â
Fuck.
Besides, he wants to listen to your story. He just has to hope that his usually clever brain will help him come up with something when itâs his turn.
âMost memorable sex experienceâŠâ you hum in thought as you lightly drum the bottle in your hands against your lips. âOh wait, this oneâs funny. The guy I was with asked me if I peed myself when he took off my underwear because he didnât know that women get wet when theyâre turned on. I explained it to him but he wouldnât believe me.Â
âHe was sweet about it and told me it happens to the best of us â and that he sometimes pees himself too. So at that point, I just saw it as a second chance from the universe to show me what this guy was like and I left.âÂ
The students around you laugh and comment on the story and as you look over at Peter a few seconds later he realises the other people are doing the same.Â
Theyâre expecting him to tell a sex story now. His mouth goes dry and his brain is empty. Think. Think. Think. Think of something. Anything.Â
But he has nothing.
You speak up again, pointing at the guy next to Peter, âOh my god, Brandon, you remember that story you told me earlier? You need to tell that one, that was the funniest thing Iâve ever heard.â
A weight is lifted off of Peterâs shoulders when the attention simply shifts to the guy next to him.
What felt like overthinking for hours when he couldnât come up with anything to say was probably only a short moment, less than five seconds, and not a single person noticed that they skipped over Peter. He lets out a breath of relief as other people tell stories and no one demands anything from Peter.Â
He keeps glancing at you, trying to figure out if what you did was deliberate or not.Â
The only thing heâs gotten from you so far is a second of eye contact, your face neutral but your eyes holding something positive. The next time you stand up to refill your drink, Peter follows you into the kitchen.
You smile at him when you see him enter, offering some of the diet coke youâre pouring into your cup to him. âNo thanks,â Peter says, watching you fill the rest of your drink with rum.Â
âI donât know if you did that on purpose or not but uh.. thanks,â he says, clearing his throat after, annoyed at himself for sounding so nervous. Youâre gorgeous, but he doesnât even know you yet. Youâre a stranger, yet he finds himself caring about what you think of him.
You muster him for a few seconds before you realise what heâs talking about.
âOh. You mean during the.. the sex stories? That was no big deal. You just looked a little uncomfortable so I tried my best to get the attention to shift to someone else,â you smile.
âThanks, that... that was really kind. Although I was kind of hoping it wasnât obvious how nervous I was. I just donât have any special or funny sex stories to tell... or any sex stories at all,â he avoids eye contact when he says it but you immediately get what he means.Â
âCan I tell you a secret?â You say, taking a step forward to stand closer to him, his cheeks heating up. He nods.
âThe story I told? That was completely made up. Iâve never had sex with anyone either. And Iâm not ashamed of that fact, I mean Iâm so young and thereâs nothing wrong with waiting or honestly Iâve just never... been in that type of situation with a boyâŠâ
âI get it. You donât have to explain yourself. Same boat,â he smiles and nudges your shoulder but regrets it instantly.
Nudging your shoulder? He has never nudged anyoneâs shoulder. Especially not the shoulder of a pretty girl he just met.Â
You donât take any notice of it though, much to Peterâs relief, and you continue.Â
âEven if I personally donât care how old anyone is when they have their first time, I just felt nervous saying it in a room full of frat boys. I know this year has barely started but so far all the frat boys Iâve met live up to their reputation and I didnât want them making any stupid comments.Â
âIf I was my ideal, confident self - or just a little tipsier - I probably would have just said that I donât have any sex stories to tell but... I donât know. I was nervous.â
âI get that. Thatâs exactly how I felt too. Only I wasnât creative enough to think of a story. My mind just blanked, I must have looked crazy when it was my turn to say something. You were calm though, the story seemed as real as all the others... maybe even more real, I mean what you said sounds very realistic to me considering how little most men know about womenâs bodies.âÂ
âYeah,â you giggle, âBut you didnât look nervous either. Itâs just that I knew I might not be the only one too nervous to admit that I donât have any experience so I was hyper-aware of it, I guess.â
âOkay, Iâm glad. Thanks again.â The conversation is slowly dying but he doesnât want it to end yet.
He holds his hand in front of him, âIâm Peter by the way. Biochemistry and computer science.â
His fingers tremble for a second. Who introduces himself like that? God, heâs messing this up before it even started.
But you grin, trying not to laugh and tell him your name and introduce yourself in the same way, âOceanography and computer science.â
He takes a second to release the breath that he was holding in, âOceanography? Wow, that sounds really interesting. Youâll have to tell me more about that.âÂ
âIt is. And I will once college starts. Iâm really excited.âÂ
âMe too. And computer science? That means weâll probably have a few classes together right?â
âProbably. Do you have your schedule yet?â
He takes out his phone and shows you the picture he took of it, and you lean in to look at it so closely that he can smell your lovely perfume.
âI donât have it on my phone but I recognise that professorâs name,â you point at a name on the screen, âIâm in that class too, I heard professor Garfield is really good. I have two classes with him.â
And thatâs how you two end up talking all night. Peter walks you home and you realise your dorm rooms are merely minutes away from each other and you make a vow to meet each other again. He really hopes you donât forget about him, or that you werenât just being nice.
Peter falls asleep with a smile on his face and you on his mind.Â
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The next day, he realises with disappointment that you didnât exchange numbers. He would like to text you and meet you in front of the lecture hall so it would be less nerve-wracking to go to his first-ever college lecture.
It would help to have someone he already knows with him and in case you were nervous heâd love to be there to calm you down too; make you feel less aloneâyou can do this together.
He knows one of his first classes on Tuesday is one that he shares with you. But he hopes he can see you on Monday to be each otherâs support, or at least to see you for five minutes between classes.
He looks for you all day, but doesnât see you again.
Heâs giddy all night, knowing heâs definitely going to see you tomorrow. His plan is to get up extra early and casually and totally coincidentally lounge around in the hallway that your room is in, and then you can go to class together.
But one missed alarm later heâs running through the building, trying to find the lecture hall that was shown to him during freshers week, but he didnât quite manage to remember each one of the hundreds of rooms.
Time is running out and he has one minute until the lecture starts. He runs around the next corner and finally finds the hall heâs supposed to be in.
There are hundreds of students though, and he seems to be one of the last; he canât even see if there are any seats left.
While his eyes scan the rows for an empty seatâbut more importantly for youâhe sees some movement directed at him. A wave.
His eyes travel down the arm that's waving at him and soon heâs making eye contact with you. Heâs only met you once but he canât stop a huge smile from taking over his entire face.
Peter blushes while heâs walking up the steps, on his way to you, but once heâs close he can see your bright smile and heâs immediately reminded of why he likes you so much.
âHi,â Peter plops down next to you on the first seat of the row. You lean in and Peterâs breath gets caught in his throat when he realises youâre hugging himâjust a friendly side hug, but itâs a hug nevertheless.
He takes his water out of his bag, trying to calm himself down by focussing on the cool drink running down his throat. It does clear his mind, the water, but heâs more and more comfortable with every second that he sits next to you. Your aura is so kind and calming, and he finds his shoulders losing the tension as you start talking to him.
âI thought you werenât going to make it or something. We forgot to exchange numbers so I found your Instagram and was gonna message you there. But youâre private so I couldnât.â
Ever since you said goodbye the night after the party, Peter has been worrying that that was all. That it was just an in-the-moment type of thing and you wouldnât think it was anything special â or worse, youâd forget about him. But now youâre here, keeping a spot for him, telling him youâve been thinking about him and wanted to message him. The warmth in his chest spreads when you smile at him.
And sure, just because you remember him doesnât mean youâre best friends, but it confirms that Peter isnât the only one who thought you had a connection that was worth remembering.
Peter most definitely also stalked your Instagram. Itâs public but he didnât want you thinking he was weird for spam-liking all your picturesâwhich he definitely wanted to do but he stopped himself in time.Â
He put a timer on Instagram for the app to remind him when itâs been twenty minutes of looking at your pictures. Not that there were enough to be scrolling for twenty minutes straight â he simply enjoyed looking at you.
He takes his phone out and accepts the follow request you sent him and follows you back.
âPut your number in,â you place your phone in front of him, opened on a new contact card that Peter fills out with his number and name. You look at it and add a <3 behind his name and Peter prays heâs not blushing as hard as it feels.
You text him You up? and if his cheeks werenât red before then they definitely are now. He can tell youâre just teasing but the fact that youâre already comfortable enough to joke around with him makes him grin.
He feels like he can be himself with you and youâre doing the same. Youâre not holding back with showing Peter that you like him and it makes him feel good about himself.Â
But his smile fades when he hears your next words
âThe professor is so hot, I have no idea how Iâll concentrate. I talked to him before I sat down and he has a really nice voice too. And that accent⊠But wait till he turns around and you see his face â or you could just stare at his ass.âÂ
Peter doesnât know why it feels like someone stabbed him right in the heart. And when he sees you further staring at the man, itâs like that knife is being pulled out of his chest and Peter bleeds out.Â
âI-itâs not even that big,â Peter tries.
You look at him and now he feels stupid for having said that.Â
âButts donât have to be big to be hot. Little booties matter. And theyâre really cute sometimes.â
âW-well yes, of course, but.. heâs really not that hot,â Peter says, and then Professor Garfield turns around, â...okay he is that hot.â
âTold you,â you sing, a smile on your face, and he canât be mad at you when youâre looking at him like that. He couldnât be mad at you no matter what you did. While Professor Garfield, or Andrewâas he tells you all to call himâstarts the lecture, Peter tries to figure out whatâs got him so mad.
Yes, of course youâre pretty. Youâre gorgeous. But that doesnât mean that he has to have a crush on you immediately. Just because youâre a girl and heâs a guy doesnât mean that this has to go beyond a friendship. Men and women can be just friends. He canât just fall in love with the first pretty woman whoâs nice to him.
Okay, maybe he already has a crush on you. So what? Who can blame him?
But Peter doesnât want to rush anything with you. Heâll give you the time to figure out what you feel for him, and heâll just follow your lead. He may think you already like him as much as he likes you, but itâs still only the second time youâre ever seeing each other.Â
That and he just doesnât want to overthink it all and end up losing the first person at college who genuinely feels like someone he could be friends with.
He tries to ignore how you giggle at every joke the professor makes and tries to focus on the warmth of you next to him instead. Not too much though, heâs already let your teasing get to his head and maybe even to a body part further down.
Even if it means he wonât have to witness you laughing at Professor Garfieldâs jokes anymore, Peter is sad when the lecture is over. Itâs the only lecture he has today and therefore also the only one he has with you today.
As you pack your things and people swarm out of the lecture hall, you and Peter stay back, taking it slow.
âWhatâs your next class?â You ask, looking him right in the eyesâlike any normal personâbut heâll really have to get used to that. He canât lose his mind every time you just look at him. But he's so attracted to you.
âI, um, I no. I mean, I donât have any other classes today.â
You smile unexpectedly, âCool, me neither. You wanna do something? We could get lunch together.â
You say it with such ease, showing your interest in him like you donât know how itâs making Peter feel warm and bubbly inside.
Even if Peter still gets nervous around you, simply because he wants to impress you and doesnât want to fuck this up, he realises quickly that he has no reason to be.Â
Your friendship blooms effortlessly and quickly.Â
A week later youâre texting like youâve been best friends for years and he finds himself too happy around you to worry about what heâs saying or how heâs acting. You like him the way he is and he can feel it deeply and confidently.Â
Yes, he still stutters a lot around you - but he does that around most people, to be fair - and once you part ways for the day he overanalyses every little thing youâve said to him, overthinks every little touch of yours for some form of affection that is more than platonic.
And itâs hard, figuring out whether you like him as more than a friend.
But this friendship is so new and so exciting that Peter thinks it makes him just as happy as an average relationship in the honeymoon phase would. So even if he does crave more intimacy with you, itâs hard to complain when he has a friend like you.
*
You show up at Peterâs door at midnight on a Friday. His sleep schedule has been surprisingly healthy for a college freshman so if anyone else disturbed him when he was already in pyjamas, heâd be annoyed.
But with you, heâs ecstatic. Heâs awake immediately, grinning from ear to ear at your surprise visit. You never left his mind but he thought heâd have to wait until tomorrow to see you again.
Peter is more than aware of the contrast between your done up state and him in his ratty old pyjamas. Youâve seen him in pyjamas before and he knows better than to think youâd judge him, but he canât help but to want to at least try and match you when youâre looking as gorgeous as you are.
âOh sorry, I thought youâd still be up,â is the first thing you say, ready to leave if youâre bothering him in any way.
âNo, no, I am, donât worry. Whatâs up?â Peter asks, trying to look cool as he leans against his door frame. He ignores how it hurts like hell where his elbow meets a sharp corner.
âWell⊠I was gonna ask if you wanna go watch a movie with me,â you give him a charming smile not knowing heâd say yes no matter what you asked of him.
âNow?â
âUh, yes. Now. But itâs fine if not, genuinely I wonât be mad. I can see that you had other plans,â you smile at his pyjamas.
âNo. Donât worry, Iâd love to go. Do you have tickets orâŠ?â Jealousy bubbles up inside Peter when he realises you might have been planning to go with someone else. With some other guy. Maybe he bailed on you and Peter is the second option (which he would still be grateful for, but he hates the thought of you with another guy).
âNo, but I checked online and they have plenty of tickets left. Itâs the last day theyâre playing this film. The one I told you about, the horror one.â
âOh God.â Heâs trying to pretend that you still need to convince him when really Peter just needs a second to realise he was just overthinking again. He is your first choice. Not another guy.
âPleeeease, Peter,â you grab his arm and pout.Â
Peter has been convinced since the moment you showed up at his door.
âGive me a second,â he smiles and you grin back, âReally? Youâre the best,â you kiss his cheek enthusiastically and he goes back into his room fast enough to hide his blush.
He picks out an outfit, brushes his teeth and puts on deodorant just in case.
You take him to the cinema with your hand in his. Peter knows itâs not a romantic gesture, youâre just treating him like youâd treat a female friend, but his brain doesnât know the difference. Heâs just happy to be touching you.
When you buy the tickets the guy at the movie theatre shows you the available seats on his screen. He points to one of those love seats where two seats are joined together so you can cuddle.
You nod and when the guy gives Peter a congratulatory smile, Peterâs cheeks heat up. The guy probably thinks you and Peter are a couple. Itâs not just good for Peterâs ego and the fake scenarios with you that heâll imagine before bed, but itâs also better for the guy. Peter saw the way he was eyeing you, and Peter doesnât know what he would have done if the guy had asked for your number.
âWe can cuddle,â you grin as you sit down and pat the seat next to you. Youâre almost alone in the theatre, you could sit anywhere you want but you want to be close to him.
While you wait for the trailers to start you take Snapchat videos with Peter, asking him if you can send them to your friends at home. His heart swells when you say that youâve told them about him.
He takes pictures of you looking all pretty and perfect and he wonders if it would be too much to set it as his phone wallpaper. Your head is on his shoulder as you scroll through the pictures that he just took of you and your perfume is hypnotising.
How is every little thing about you so captivating? Peter has never met anyone like you.
Heâs fucking scared during the movie, but with his eyes mostly closed he manages to be the guy you can hold on to during the creepy scenes. Your fingers around his bicep squeeze every time there is a jumpscare and at some point he has to force himself to watch the film after all if he doesnât want to get hard from your touch. He knows itâs pathetic, but he canât help it.
You look beautiful in the light of the stars as you two walk home, your hand still around his arm, gushing about the film and thanking him for watching it with you despite the spontaneous change of his plans.
You spend some time in the common area by your dorms. Itâs late and everyone else seems to be at some party elsewhere or sleeping. You cling on to Peter, still jumpy from the horror film and he nearly asks you if you want to sleep in his bed.
He nearly says it about five times, but he canât quite get the words out. He doesnât want to give you the wrong impression, even if you may be about to ask the same thing.
Peter sits there nervously, gulping as heâs about to ask. He really will say it this time. But before he opens his mouth he hears your deep breaths and notices how your body has gone slack against his side.
He kisses the top of your head in content and soon, sleep finds Peter too. He doesnât have to dream about being close to you because itâs already his reality.
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Itâs a few weeks into the semester and itâs become a routine for you two to study together. Whether youâre helping each other with the classes you share, or silently working on other things and enjoying each otherâs company, your study sessions have even managed to make studying a rather fun part of college.Â
Especially when youâre both sitting on Peterâs bed, and your knees or legs or arms are always touching.
Youâre not focussed today, scrolling around on your phone instead of studying. You throw your phone to the bed at some point and you hug your legs to your chest in thought.
âYou think Andrew will let me suck his dick? For a better score?â
Peterâs heart stops beating for a second.Â
You havenât kissed, you havenât said anything that should have led Peter to think that this is more than friendship, but it seemed like there could be something in the future. Apparently, youâre not even considering it.
âWhoâs Andrew?â He asks, mouth dry and voice weak.
âProfessor Garfield.â
âOh. Well, I-I think thatâs illegal.â
âIs it though?â You tilt your head and give him a deliberately incredulous look.
âYes.â
âNot if no one finds out. Itâs donât break the rules or donât get caught, Peter.â
Heâs distracted by you saying his name for a moment. Thereâs nothing he loves hearing more.
But he has to stop you from doing⊠that. He canât entirely tell how serious you are, but he has to make sure to convince you that itâs a bad idea.
âNo offence, but what makes you believe youâll be good enough for him to give you a better score? If youâve never⊠you know, done anything like it.â He remembers your conversation from the first time you met, and if you havenât given anyone a blowjob since then, he knows it would be your first time. Your first time canât be with a professor, even if Peter disregards the fact that he wants to be the only guy you have sex with, it really is a bad idea.
âIâm a young and pretty student and heâs a kinda old guy. Heâs like 40. So Iâm sure that Iâll be enough for him.â
Peter doesnât say anything for a moment, thrown off by your casual tone.
âDonât you think so?â you press, teasing in your voice.
âNo- of course youâre pretty. Youâre beautiful,â he smiles, pressing his lips together.Â
âAww,â you sit up and press a kiss to his cheek, âSo are you, Pete.â You hold on to his shoulder as you lower yourself into his lap, your butt right next to his thighs and your upper body resting on his legs, and his breath hitches.Â
âWell if you think I need practice, then.. I could practise on you first.â
âPractise w-what on me?â He asks, feeling your hands on his abs.
âGoing down on a guy,â you say, looking up at him. Now the feeling in Peterâs belly changes from raging jealousy into something else of equal passion. Heâs thought about you doing that before, (and pushed the thought out of his mind as quickly as it appeared) but hearing you suggest it makes a new flame of desire light up in him.Â
The first conversation you ever had was about sex. But anytime you mention anything sexual, Peter doesnât know how to act.
âI- I mean. Iâm not- I feel like, maybe thatâs notââ
âDonât worry, Iâm joking. I wonât actually suck that guyâs dick. I just donât wanna do this stuff right now,â you sigh, sitting up and closing your textbook.
âHow about we do something to distract you for the night, and then tomorrow Iâll help you with the next assignment,â he suggests, relief still flooding through his body, happy that you donât actually want to suck your professorâs dick.
âYouâd do that?âÂ
âOf course. Iâll always help you when I can but I especially owe you after you did my homework last week when I fell asleep.â
You sit up, âI told you it was no big deal. It was just multiple choice and all I did was copy my answers.â
âYeah but if I hadnât woken up then I would have missed the deadline and failed.â
âI know youâd do the same for me. And besides, you looked so peaceful sleeping. I couldnât wake you up to do some boring computational linguistics quiz at eleven pm.â
Peter smiles at the memory of last week. When heâs with you, he doesnât want to sleep, he wants to spend time with you. But he was tired and you were studying something Peter couldnât help you with anyway, and heâs so comfortable around you that he just drifted off to sleep because he trusts you â he wouldnât be okay with being unconscious next to just anyone.
âWell, it was still a very kind thing to do.â
Not sure what youâre doing yet, you go to your dorm room so you can change out of your sweats and into something prettierâeven though Peter thinks you could wear sweatpants 24/7, and youâd still outshine everyone. He nearly stays outside but with a confused look you ask him what heâs doing outside and he reluctantly comes in.
Picking out an outfit, you pull off your shirt with no warning and even if he can only see your back an âOh my Godâ leaves Peterâs mouth immediately, followed by a quiet, âSorry,â as he turns around.
âDonât worry. Iâm just changing. Itâs just my body, you can look.â
Despite your nonchalant words, Peter can hear your heart beating loudly and frantically in your chest. He tries not to let it get to him, it doesnât have to mean that you like him. Maybe youâre just realising that you donât want a boy to see you half-naked after all but you donât want to say it now after confidently assuring him it was okay.Â
Peter sits down on your bed, turned away from you even though it takes all the willpower he can muster.
A few moments later you jump onto the bed next to him, âSo, what are we doing tonight?â
âDo?â He asks, still dazed from seeing your naked back, âOh do, yeah. Uh yes, we can do something.âÂ
You giggle, looking at him expectantly. Thatâs when Peter remembers he was the one who suggested that you go out tonight.
âOh-well yeah, I was thinking we could take a walk along the river, I heard they have these carnival booths up every Friday night.â
Going out in the evenings has become your and Peterâs thing. Sure, many peopleâespecially college studentsâgo out in the evening. But with you, it feels different. It feels special.
Illuminated by the streetlights and the LED glow from the booths, you and Peter play a few rounds of ring toss and throwing darts at balloons. You both swear itâs rigged because neither of you win anything.
You eat popcorn while Peter gets cotton candy and once again you hold Peterâs hand throughout most of your trip. Itâs become a habit of yours, apparently meaningless as a romantic gesture, but platonically it means everything to Peter. You like him enough to constantly initiate physical touch; plus, heâs never seen you hold hands with any of your other friends.
Still, Peter is forever wishing for more. Sometimes he looks at you and wonders how heâs managed not to kiss you yet. But his fear grows with every day; the closer you get the harder it will be to confess his feelings because the risk of ruining something beautiful keeps getting bigger.Â
Heâs never been this attracted to anyone but he also thinks heâs never had a friendship as good as yours. He simply canât risk something good, something beautiful, something that makes him as happy as heâs ever been. Your friendship is strong but heâs scared you wouldnât be able to come back from Peter confessing his feelings for you and you not feeling the same.
It could weird you out, you could take pity on Peter and see him in a different light, or worst of all, you could think heâs been taking advantage of you. Heâs never touched you anywhere that would be reserved only for a lover but you two are quite close. Youâve cuddled a few times, or just a few hours ago you were changing in front of him â he doesnât want you thinking he intentionally got any sexual gratification out of it and for you to view him differently.
He already feels bad enough when nothing but the image of you clouds his thoughts whenever he jerks off. He canât help it anymore. He used to be able to think of something else or simply watch porn but now that heâs with you so often and youâre so perfect, youâre like an intrusive thought; whenever heâs naked, thereâs nothing on his mind but you, just like when a song is stuck in your head â thereâs no easy way of getting rid of it.
Peter has never been one to feel shame after masturbating. But if you only liked him as a friend and ever found out what he thinks about when heâs fucking his fist late at night, he doesnât even want to know what your opinion of him would change into. But the mental image of you alone makes Peter cum so hard, over and over, that he canât stop, even if guilt plagues him right after as he cleans up the mess heâs made.
He looks down at your intertwined hands while youâre walking home across campus. He wonders what youâd do if you knew that the hand youâre holding right now jerks Peter off every night without fail, thinking precisely of how your hand could replace Peterâs.
On your way home, you walk past a frat house, the vibration of the music reaching Peterâs chest even from the outside.
âShit, Chloe told me about this party. I forgot I said Iâd be there.â
âWhoâs that?â
âSheâs one of my friends from an Oceanography class. Do you mind if we go in? Just for half an hour.â
Itâll definitely distract Peter from thinking about you in a way that heâs not sure youâd be comfortable with.
Youâre dragged away by some of your girlfriends as soon as you enter. They all say something about Peter but you quickly shrug off what theyâre saying about you two always being together. He canât tell if itâs a genuine no or just that feeling of embarrassment that you get when your friends tease you about your crush.
So your friends see it too? The indescribable chemistry between you two? Even with his enhanced hearing, he canât hear the rest of your conversation because some of his own friends are urging him to go play beer pong with them.
Peter sees you every twenty minutes or so and you wave or smile at him and check up on him every time you walk past. Spending time with your other friends is good for both of you, but itâs also good to know that heâs still on your mind, just like youâre on his.
âHelp me find the bathroom,â you tell Peter the next time you see him. Heâs getting a little bored at this party so he assumes you also want to escape.
You walk into the bathroom together and Peter doesnât realise that you actually just need to pee until he sees you contemplating on pulling your underwear down or not, âCan you wait outside?â
âOf course.â
Peter has no interest in being in the bathroom with you while you pee, but the fact that you nearly let him stay in there with you shows him once again how comfortable you are around him. Heâs smiling like an idiot, standing by the wall opposite the bathroom until he hears your âYou can come in.â
After youâve washed your hands you sit on the edge of the bathtub and pat the space next to you for Peter to join you and you chat about whatever comes to your mind. So you did want a break from the party too, and Peter is glad to provide that.
âWhat song is that?â Peter asks. The music is loud enough for you to clearly hear it even upstairs in the bathroom.
âI donât know, Iâll shazam it. Youâre right, it sounds good.â
When you unlock your phone the screen is filled with the picture of a vibrator. You ignore it and go to Shazam the song, but Peter canât let you off like that.
You always get to tease him so he smirks when he can finally get you back, âWait wait wait,â he takes your phone from you, lifting it high in case you want to take it from him.
âWhat is this?â He asks, smiling, teasing you lovingly and in good fun but you look at him as if heâs talking about the most boring thing ever, not embarrassed in the slightest, but once more, that could be a good sign; another sign of your close relationship.
âOh, itâs this vibrator. But itâs way too expensive for me.â
Peter licks his lips, trying not to freak out. He doesnât know why he thought talking to you about a vibrator would be a good idea. But he tries to appear as calm as you, âWhy is it expensive? Whatâs so special about it?â
âWell, it basically sucks your clit. But I donât want to spend over 100 dollars on something like that when I can just go out and find a guy to suck my clit within like five minutes. Itâs all those guys on campus think about, I swear. Iâm glad youâre not like that, Peteâ you smile at him and put your head on his shoulder, completely catching him off guard with your words.
He wonât be able to jerk off without thinking about you for days now; meaning he wonât be able to jerk off for days. Do you mean youâd hate knowing that Peter thinks about you sexually or do you just mean that thereâs no pressure with Peter? And that any other male friend would have asked for sex by now?
Peter knows heâs not a perv, but he doesnât know if youâd say the same if you knew you were the protagonist of his spank bank.Â
âWait, actually, a friend told me theyâre way cheaper if you buy them in-store and theyâll have more to choose from... will you go with me?â You ask him with a big fake pout.
âTo a.. a sex shop?â
âI donât want to go alone. And youâre my best friend.â
He canât say no to you after you call him that, even if having a constant reminder of what you use to masturbate is going to kill him.
âO-okay. But why canât you just go with your friend?â
âIâm not as comfortable around her as I am around you. Unless you really donât want to.â
âNo no Iâll go,â he nods and you grin.
âIâm sure theyâll have something for you too,â you say with raised eyebrows. And even though his hand and the thoughts about you make him cum hard and fast enough that he doesnât feel like he needs a sex toy, your words help him feel a little less guilty. You telling him to go buy a sex toy suggests that youâre not grossed out when thinking of him masturbating, so maybe youâd understand that heâs got to do what heâs got to do sometimes, and you actually wouldnât completely hate him if you found out what goes on in Peterâs mind when he jerks off.
âBut weâre not going before we finish our assignment.â
âDeal,â you shake his hand with a laugh and join your friends downstairs to play the last few rounds of drinking games before you go home.
Youâre good, but the other team is better.Â
You didnât really want to drink tonight and are only playing for fun but Peter likes following the rules so someone has to have the drinks. You assure him he doesnât have to but Peter downs all the drinks for you and the ones for himself, relying on his enhanced abilities to drink them like water. He has one drink and then five more and when you two leave the party he realises heâs drunk.
You insist on taking him to your room to make sure heâs okay but Peter is a funny drunk so he doesnât feel too bad. If he gets to sleep in your bed he could never feel bad, and knowing you you would never offer if you werenât okay with it.
âI like when you take care of me,â Peter smiles at you when you tuck him into bed and he takes your hand in his, âAnd I like when we hold hands.â
âI like it too,â you kiss his forehead and Peter practically swoons. You were holding his hand the whole way back home from the party, like one of those people keeping a toddler on a leash and heâll probably be embarrassed tomorrow morning but right now heâs just grateful for the constant affection.
You seem no bit annoyed that you have to deal with a drunk Peter, youâre just spending time with your best friend (he hasnât stopped thinking about you calling him that) who happens to be drunk.
âWill you need a bucket?â You ask as you pull down your skirt and leave on your cropped shirt.
âA what?â He asks, heart beating harder as he stares at your half-naked form.
âDo you think youâll throw up?â You ask.
âNo, Iâll be fine.â
When you walk over to the bed Peter sees everything in slow motion. You stand next to the bed for a few seconds, tapping on your phone, and Peter admires your beautiful body while he can.
âYou know how much I love your legs? They look so good,â he says, and he canât tell if heâs embarrassingly drunk right now or not. He just knows that your legs are perfect. Youâre perfect. And thatâs something his sober self would wholeheartedly agree with.
You smile and turn off the lights, leaving the window open so Peter can get some fresh air but it also leaves enough light for Peter to admire your legs some more.
âScoot over,â you tell him and get in bed with him.
âNo, you donât understand how incredible your legs are.â He gets one last glance at them before you pull the blanket over your body.
âThank you, Peter,â you smile, and he sees by the crinkles next to your eyes that itâs genuine and maybe you donât hate him looking at your body as much as heâs been worrying you would.
You talk a little more but minutes later the conversation consists more of yawning than talking and Peter sobers up when he realises he will be sleeping next to you. Itâs his first time sleeping in a womanâs bed, and heâs glad itâs yours.
Heâs taken naps next to you and there was that one time you slept next to each other on the sofa, but this is different. Youâre alone in your room, right next to each other, in one bed, sharing one blanket. He can feel the warmth of your half-naked body and before he knows it your familiar presence calms him down enough to fall asleep quickly.
*
When Peter wakes up next to you the following morning, it takes a few moments for it to all come back to him.
He knows thereâs no way you slept with each other, Peter was kinda drunk, neither of you have even confessed any feelings and you wouldnât have a one night stand the first time you have sex.Â
But when he gently lifts the blanket, making sure he doesnât wake you up, heâs met with the sight of your lovely belly and heavenly thighs, and Peter thinks from the outside it could look like you had sex.Â
Not that anyone is going to see, but two hormonal college students, both half-naked, waking up next to each other.. It screams something obvious and that thing is not that you two are merely friends.
The thought of it alone makes Peter flustered and he shifts uncomfortably. His eyes widen when he realises that his morning wood is pushed right against your ass. He pulls his hips back as quickly as he can, waking you up in the process.
Youâre facing away from him, and the first thing you notice is your and Peterâs interlaced hands. His cheeks warm up as he notices them too. His arm is resting above your head on the pillow, fingers next to your face where theyâre loosely intertwined with yours.
He doesnât remember waking up in the night, so you must have somehow ended up holding hands in your sleep, both finding your way to the other even while unconscious.
You squeeze his hand and twist your body to look at Peterâs face. âHi,â you mumble, smiling sleepily.
âHi,â Peter says, opening his mouth minimally just in case he has bad morning breath.
Your eyes flit across his face with a look he canât decipher. âGoodnight,â you say a few seconds later and you lie back down in your tired daze, pushing against Peter and pulling his arm over your waist.
âWait,â you turn around again, âAre you okay? Got a hangover or anything?â
âIâm good, thanks. Go back to sleep,â he smiles, partially because he knows you still need rest but also because he wants you to go back to sleep so he can take care of himself. Itâs becoming painful how hard he is.
âOkay. But stay, youâre warm.â
He most definitely is warm, he knows heâs blushing like crazy.
You pull the blanket further up your body and scoot back against Peter, and the way your ass pushes against his crotch nearly makes him moan. He doesn't know how you're not noticing what's going on.
He scoots his hips back as far as he can and waits a few minutes until youâve drifted off to sleep again. He carefully removes himself from you and goes to your bathroom. You have a bathtub, big enough for both of you, he thinks, with a showerhead on the wall.
Before he can even bring himself to care about the temperature, Peter turns on the water and pulls his clothes off in a hurry, wrapping a hand around himself before heâs even really in the shower.
He leans a hand against the wall, resting his head against it as his other hand speeds up, jerking himself off while he thinks about you in the other room. You, so pretty, so caring, so sexy in just your underwear and a short shirt. You, not knowing that Peter is about to cum in your shower, so close to you, thinking about you.
The water is only barely louder than the sound his hand makes against his cock, and he bites his lip to stop any moans from coming out.
Peter cums when he hears the squeaking of your bed; youâre getting up, you could walk in any second. While he cums, Peterâs mind wanders to you on your knees, his dick sliding in and out of your mouth as you look up at him with your gorgeous eyes.
He washes his cum off the bathroom tiles on the wall and tries to wash the guilty feeling off himself.
Suddenly the door opens slightly, âHey can I come in? I wonât look, I just wanna brush my teeth.â
Peter makes sure to slide the shower door to the side so itâs covering him and he tells you to come in.
He peeks out of the shower and you smile at him through the mirror. He catches your eyes drifting lower but you can barely even make out the outline of Peterâs body through the frosted glass.Â
Peter casts his own glance at you and how youâre still not wearing anything but panties and that short shirt. You stretch your arms, still trying to shake the tired feeling, and your shirt lifts so that Peter can already see the flesh of your tits. But you stop stretching just before your top lifts over your nipples and he quickly turns to look at the wall in the shower instead.
He quickly washes himself using your shower gel, maybe heâll smell just like you now.
You hand Peter a towel just at the right moment and he wraps it around himself before stepping out of the shower.
âWait, leave it on,â you tell him.
In his still horny brain a scenario plays out where you said that a few moments earlier and joined Peter in the shower.
This time you donât tell him if itâs okay for him to look while youâre changing so he diverts his gaze before you slip out of your clothes.
You squeal when you get in the shower, âPeter, why is it so cold? Whatâs wrong with you?âÂ
He must not have realised how cold it was, but once he got into the shower he only cared about coming, and he blocked everything else out. By the time he was washing his body, he must have become used to the temperature already and didnât notice.
Peter brushes his teeth with his second toothbrush that heâs got in your bathroom and quickly goes into your bedroom so he wonât be in the same room as you while youâre naked and heâs only got a towel wrapped around him.
You come out dressed in the clothes you took into the bathroom with you.
âSorry that I used your shower,â Peter says, sitting on your bed with nothing but your towel.
âYouâre welcome here whenever and welcome to use whatever, you know that. But showering that cold should be a crime,â you smile at him, âShould I get you some clothes?â
You go to Peterâs room to get clothes for him and he changes into them in your bathroom.
âI know itâs the weekend but can we get that assignment done today? I wanna go buy my vibrator soon,â you pout.
Peter forgot all about that. How is he supposed to study with you if he knows youâll go out together to buy a sex toy after?
But somehow he manages. Well, you realise you can do it mostly by yourself once you properly start and Peter is only there for moral support (even though heâs the one who needs moral support; he doesnât know how much longer he can pretend that he doesnât have feelings for you, pretend that he didnât just jerk off while thinking of you and pretend that itâby farâwasnât the first time.)
âHey, are you okay?â You ask Peter as youâre both on your way to buy your stupid vibrator that Peter would love to replace.
He doesnât know what youâre talking about but your worried look tells him he looks exactly as nervous from the outside as he feels. Heâs never been to a sex shop. Are they going to ID you? Are you going to meet someone you know? Is it going to be all dingy?
Normally, youâre like an anchor to Peter, your presence can make him feel comfortable in situations that would usually make him panic. But in this situation, youâre making him even antsier. Not in a way that he would describe as anxious but more like a, heâs scared heâll get a boner any second. Thatâs always a risk when heâs with you but that risk quadruples when youâre going to a sex shop to buy a vibrator for yourself.
You stop Peter in his tracks and stand in front of him to wipe his sweaty forehead with your sleeve, his heart beating even faster now. âYou know you donât have to come in if it makes you that nervous. But itâs just a shop.â
âWhat? Yeah Iâm fine, pff, like so fine. Iâm just hot,â Peter says, watching your eyes go to the thick winter coat Peter is wearing. Youâre wearing one too. Even in his jacket, Peter could do with a bit more warmth.
âHere,â you unzip his jacket, and even if itâs only to assist Peter with his stupid lie, youâre still undressing him. Youâre not helping the boner risk decrease at all.
The shop is classy and clean and the employees leave you alone (unlike when you dragged Peter to Lush that one time and he was forced to try out bath bombs and oil that he didnât know the purpose of).
Now he can tell youâre flustered too, just a little bit. Holding on to Peterâs arm the whole time, you find what you need, pay, and put your gloves on top of the packaged vibrator just in case anyone decides to look in your bag.
Even though itâs a Saturday afternoon, the shops arenât busy so you go to look for some new clothes. Peter thinks you could wear a potato sack and youâd still look pretty, so heâs not the best judge when you come out of the dressing rooms to ask for his opinion on whatever clothes youâre trying on.
âThis is so ugly, oh my god,â he hears you from inside the dressing room, laughing.
You pop your head out behind the curtain to make sure no one sees you as you show Peter a top that, yesâeven on you, looks ugly. You still look gorgeous, thatâs for sure, but even your perfect face and body canât save the Shrek-coloured thing that is supposed to be a t-shirt.
âYou know, youâre the only one whoâs allowed to see me in something as ugly as this,â you say absentmindedly as you go back to try on something else and Peterâs heart beats faster at your words.
It might sound ridiculous to an outsider, but to Peter these little things mean the world.
He might not be able to tell if what you feel for him is platonic or more, but he knows you feel something for him. You feel a lot for him. He feels it every time you so much as look at him.Â
With you, Peter feels loved.
The love you give him feels like itâs supposed to be for a lover, supposed to be for that one special person. And the lines between friendship and more are so blurry in your relationship that he canât tell how much is spilling onto the romantic side already.
Peter contemplates paying for your new jeans but in the end, heâs too awkward (and too broke) in front of the cashier to interrupt when you get out your money. Besides things like cinema tickets, drinks and food, Peter has never paid for anything that you bought and it would feel very boyfriend-y.
You get food on your way home and by the time youâre in Peterâs room, itâs dark outside already. Peter was surprised that you even came to his room and when he keeps noticing you looking at the bag with your new toy in it, his assumption that youâd rather be doing something else now is confirmed.
Youâve been so casual when you talk about things like vibrators and getting off, but Peter has never had the courage to properly contribute anything to the conversation. But he decides to put on his big boy pants and before he can chicken out he nods towards his door and says, âGo on, try out your vibrator. I know youâre dying to.â
You give him a charming and apologetic smile, snatching your bag, ready to go. âIâd love to spend time with you, you know that butââ
âI know. But we have enough time for that tomorrow. Just donât break yourââ Donât break what? Donât break your pussy? Your clit? Heâs never said any of those words out loud.
âI wonât,â you help him out and climb on the bed again to kiss his cheek, âIâll see you tomorrow. Pancakes as always?â
âPancakes as always,â Peter smiles, feeling himself blush, âText me your review of the toy,â he says before you leave.
âI will,â you smile back at him, wave, and close the door.
Peter waits a few moments until he thinks youâve arrived at your door. Are you going to throw yourself on your bed as soon as you get in? Shower first? Are you going to slowly take off all your clothes, caress your body to turn yourself on? Seduce yourself? Or are you going to push your pants down just a few inches and shove the vibrator between your legs?
Whatever youâre doing, thinking of any of those scenarios makes Peter hard immediately; that, and the tension from today that he can finally release.
He moves to the side of the bed that you were just lying on, and the sheets still smell like you.
Peter unbuckles his belt and pushes down his jeans, grabbing himself through his boxers and instantly feeling a sense of relief.
He imagines you lying in your bed, right now, two fingers between your legs. Youâre so wet from being with Peter, the guy youâre into, all day, that your fingertips easily glide over your skin.
Peter shifts and runs his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the precum. The warm, familiar pressure is already building up in Peterâs body, and he slides his fist up and down himself faster.
In Peterâs mind, youâre spreading your lips now, holding the vibrator against your clit. You jolt at the first contact and smile, knowing youâre about to feel nothing but bliss.
Your body relaxes and you let the vibration take over completely, chasing your orgasm thatâs so close after only a minute. You throw your head back when you cum, your eyebrows scrunched together. Your legs start shaking once you canât take it anymore, but you press the vibrator to your clit during the last few aftershocks.
Peter cums at the same time as you do in his imagination. Heâs spilling over his abs and his hands, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
He lies in his bed for a few more moments, sighing as he cleans up the mess he just made. He gets a message from you: Had a nice day btw :) Canât wait to see you again tomorrow <3
He smiles and texts back, too exhausted to feel bad for what he just did.
Tomorrow will be the third day in a row that youâre spending time together and youâre showing no signs of getting tired of him. But at this rate, it seems like Peter will never know what being with you while you orgasm is actually like.
He can be patient, but he doesnât know if heâs waiting for something that will never happen.Â
He doesnât even care about the sex, he just wants to hold your hand and know what it means, know that it means that youâre in a romantic relationship.
Heâll give you all the time you need, thatâs all he can do. He simply canât confess his feelings, he can plan on doing it and dream about it as much as he wants, but when heâs standing in front of you he canât risk losing you.
Maybe one day heâll be brave enough, and who knows, maybe youâre thinking the exact same thing right now, trying to be brave but you just canât.
Maybe.
*
Peter knocks at your door the next day, ready to get pancakes like you always do on Sundays. Thereâs a lot of commotion behind the door and you take a while to open it.
âYouâre early,â you say, hair messy and overall dishevelled.
âAm I? I donât mind waiting,â Peter says.
âIâve just quickly got to shower, you can go back to your room or wait here, whichever you want.â
âNo problem, Iâll just wait here.â Peter feels as if thatâs the wrong answer because you donât exactly look thrilled that heâll be in your room, but you still let him in with a small smile. He knows that you canât be mad at him and by the time Peterâs on your bed and you're about to go to the bathroom, youâre giving him a genuine smile and say you wonât be long.
Peter gets out his phone as he hears you turning on the water and he drops to his back on your bed.
Just as heâs about to go on Instagram, he hears a quiet, mechanical whirring. He wouldnât be able to pick up on it without his enhanced hearing.
He hears how you smack your hand over your mouth, but youâre not quick enough. Peter still heard a tiny moan.
So thatâs why you didnât want Peter coming in. Youâve probably been making yourself cum all night and you werenât finished with the last round.
Peter sits up and tries to stick his fingers in his ears, but even if he canât hear you anymore heâs still got the vivid image of you in his head, only a wall separating you two.
He stands up and looks for something to distract himself before he gets hard, but to make things even worse, Peterâs eyes land on a pair of panties next to your bed.
He feels like a perv as he picks them up. He can see your arousal still glistening in them, and itâs like theyâre calling out Peterâs name.
Heâs about to lift them to his face when he hears you turning off the water. Peter stuffs the panties into his jeans pocket quickly and out of reflex. He stiffly sits on your bed, unsure if he still has enough time to pull your underwear out of his pocket again and throw it under your bed.Â
Heâs too nervous to hear what youâre doing, his ears ringing, and before he can bring himself to quickly put your underwear back, youâre coming out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go.
With your innocent rambling about college he manages to calm down but you and your stupid vibrator are still on his mind. But itâs a good thing that you two can talk about stuff like that, so maybe heâll get his mind off it once he asks you about it.
âSo, is it good?â He asks you as you slide into the booth at the place you always go to for pancakes.
âIs what good?â
âYour, your vibrator thing? You didnât send me a review,â he says.
âOh yeah, sorry,â you laugh, âItâs so good, oh my god. Iâm so glad we donât have roommates here cause I did it like six times last night. I get why people pay so much for it. I mean itâs supposed to simulate oral sex and I canât imagine that it feels the same but I guess Iâll find out one day.â
âYou always have me if you want to find out how it feels.â
He can only gather the courage to say that because of what you once said about sucking his dick for practice so you could suck Andrewâs dick for a better score. The only difference is that you turned out to be joking, but Peter is serious.
He probably sounds too serious too because you give him a questioning, âHuh?â
âWell- well Iâm just saying if you wanna compare your toy to oral sex then I... you know... my tongue is available to you,â he says it exactly how it comes to his mind, unsure if he should make it sound more like a joke.
You laugh, declaring it a joke yourself, âOkay, thanks. Youâre so cute.â
Itâs not ideal but the fact that youâre not running away from him and gagging shows him that at least the thought of Peter going down on you doesnât disgust you. The fact that you made a joke about going down on him first, even if that was weeks ago, gives Peter a tiny bit of hope that maybe his instinct has been right all this time. Maybe you do like him back and you just need a bit more time.
âUm, I heard that next week thereâs going to be loads of shooting stars. I was thinking we could drive out of the city and go stargazing. I already asked James and he said we can take his carâthe truck, itâs big enough for us to lie down in while we look at the sky, itâs going to be warmer next week too andââ
âIâd love to,â you grin.
He mirrors your smile immediately because it actually took a lot of convincing for Peterâs friend James to let Peter have his car. And more importantly, looking at the stars sounds very romantic. He wasn't sure if he should invite you to something so obviously romantic.
What if it makes you realise that Peter likes you and you distance yourself from him because you donât feel the same?
What if you do feel the same, but you need your time and itâs too early for a date-like activity?
But what if... what if itâs just the right thing?
You hold hands, youâve slept in a bed together, so Peter doubts you will be freaked out by stargazing. But Peter can already feel the butterflies just thinking about lying under the night sky with you, and what if you donât?
But maybe Peter is ready for the risk after all. Heâll see if youâre enjoying yourself, try to see in your beautiful eyes if youâre as smitten as him. He's realised that heâll have to try one day and now that youâve agreed to his plan, it feels like this is the right timing, the right thing. Maybe heâll even ask you how you feel, or make a comment about how romantic the situation is.
And if you and Peter belong together, then maybe itâs time for you. He certainly feels that heâs ready. Heâs not expecting a kiss, heâs not expecting anything except the tiniest hint that a romantic night with Peter doesnât leave you cold. That would be more than enough to keep him going for so many more months to come.
He can wait if you need time but heâs just one man and his passion for you burns so brightly inside him that he just needs something, no matter how small it is.
You two walk home, your bellies filled with pancakes and warmth from seeing your person. No matter if itâs platonic or romantic, Peter would be blind if he didnât see that he makes you happy and how much you glow and grin and his presence.Â
You hang out on campus for a bit more but you tell him you still need to study and youâll see him tomorrow (he tries not to think about how youâre probably lying and are simply going to use your vibrator over and over).
Peter changes into sweats once he gets to his room and as heâs putting his jeans away he notices something pink peeking out of the pocket. Your panties. He completely forgot about them.
He carefully pulls them out, holding them like theyâre a sacred treasure.
Making himself comfortable on his bed, he takes a deep breath before bringing your underwear up to his face.
He doesnât know what he was expecting your arousal to smell like, not like this, but itâs even better.Â
It smells heavenly, just like everything else about you.
He bunches your panties up in his hand and presses them against his face, inhaling your scent while he reaches a hand under his sweatpants and strokes himself.Â
Heâs been hard since he remembered he had your panties and he doesnât even think about you making yourself wet, your smell alone has him coming undone within seconds.
He does it again before going to bed, this time wrapping the panties around his hand so heâs jerking himself off with them. He bites his t-shirt in an attempt to muffle his moans as the material slides up and down his cock.
He fucks his fist as hard and as fast as he can, his bed starting to squeak from the intensity of it.
Your wetness on your panties has long dried but the thought of your arousal so close to his dick has himâonce againâreaching his orgasm pathetically fast. He sighs after he cums, examining the panties to make sure he pulled them away in time and thereâs none of his cum on them.
He wants to save them for another time; as many times as theyâll still have your addicting smell on them.
He cleans the mess off himself, his cum ending up in a tissue that he throws into the trash can with all the other tissues. Heâll empty it before you come over the next time.
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Youâve been driving for half an hour now, the city nothing but a few lights in the rearview mirror.Â
You find a spot next to a field, not a soul to be seen anywhere near you. You get the blankets and snacks to make yourselves comfortable in the back of Jamesâs pickup truck that Peter borrowed.
âLook,â you point towards the sky, but Peter misses the shooting star. He goes back to looking at your beautiful face, only to find your eyes already on him.
He feels your hand on the side of his face, pushing his head to face the sky again, âLook at the stars, not at me,â you say and he can hear the grin in your voice. Youâre enjoying yourself, and thatâs all that matters. You want him to enjoy himself too, not knowing that your face is so much more interesting to look at.
After a few moments of staring into the brightly lit skyâit never looks like this in the polluted cityâhe has to admit, the night sky isnât bad either.
It only takes a few seconds until another shooting star races across the sky and you share an excited look, âDid you see that?â You ask.
âYouâre supposed to make a wish,â Peter whispers, eyes closed as he wishes for a relationship with you.
Youâre still looking at him when he opens his eyes, your gaze intense, eyes flitting across his face.
âDid you make a wish?â Peter asks. You nod and slowly divert your gaze towards the masterpiece of nature above you again.
He canât shake the feeling that your wish also had something to do with him. Something romantic. He always overthinks and doubts himself but this is one thing heâs sure about.
But the moment is fleeting and Peter doesnât find the words to say. Youâre back to looking at the stars, and he doesnât want to have to grab your face to kiss you.
He swallows down the disappointment and tries to enjoy the time with you, his dear friend. Not many people have a friendship like yours and at this moment he just tries to be grateful for that.
âPeter?â Your voice is quiet.
âMhm?â
âIâm so glad we met,â you turn to your side, your whole body facing him now. He can hear the raw emotion in your voice, he thinks he can even see tears in your eyes. Thatâs what your shared love does to Peter too. He could cry just thinking about it.
âMe too,â he says, reaching for your hand, trying to bring the monstrosity of his feelings into words to let you know that nothing has made him as happy as meeting you, but the words wonât come out.Â
âOur friendship means so much to me,â you say, and it stings. In this romantic moment, cuddled up beneath the stars, is that all Peter will ever be to you? A friend?
You continue, âIâm sorry if I ruin it with what Iâm about to do.â
âWhatââ
You lean in and kiss Peter.
The world stops. Nothing matters, nothing but your lips on Peterâs. He always thought heâd be overcome with great excitement when you first kiss, an explosion of fireworks in his mind and his insides, but he feels at peace. It simply feels right.
âDid I just ruin our friendship?â You whisper, and itâs then that Peter realises that he barely kissed you back. He was too stunned to.
He puts his hands on your face and pulls you in, pressing his lips against yours over and over.
âYou didnât ruin our friendship, you turned it into something better, so much better. And you know that our friendship is hard to beat,â Peter says.
You let out a laugh of joy, âIt is,â and you kiss him again, slinging your arms around his neck to pull him as close as you can.
Your lips are soft, so so soft, and even in the cold night, Peter feels warm because he has your body against his.
âCould you maybe uh⊠slap me?â Peter asks.
âUm, what?â
âJust so I know Iâm not dreaming. Please.â
You pinch his cheek instead and you both smile. Peterâs not waking up. Heâs already awake. Itâs not a dream, this is actually happening.
The fireworks come after all, an explosion of happiness shooting through his chest when he realises that this is real.
He hugs you tight, as tight as he can without breaking you.
Peterâs heart drops when you pull away and tears stain your cheeks, âWhat-whatâs wrong?â he asks.
âNothing, nothing,â you put a hand on his chest, âIâm just so happy.â Your voice breaks as more tears rush down your face but your eyes are full of happiness.
Tonight, Peter was hoping for a hint that maybe in the future you see something more than friendship between you two too. What he got was all of you. A confession of your feelings, a raw exposure of your deepest emotions, vulnerability. But you trust him. And heâs so glad you do. Heâll do anything to make sure youâre happy and safe and comfortable.Â
He starts crying too, just a few tears, either because heâs seeing you cry or because itâs the first time in his life that heâs ecstatic enough to experience happy tearsâheâs been waiting for this for so long, unsure if it would ever even happen. All the doubt from the last months tumbles away â none of it matters anymore. You kissed him.Â
âI really want to blow my nose but I donât want to leave you,â Peter sniffles.
You look at him, âGo blow your nose, Peter.â
âOkay.â
âI have some tissues in my bag.â
You keep your hand on Peterâs leg while he reaches for your bag and half a minute later youâre reunited again with you lying in Peterâs arms.
You drove all the way to look at the stars but you canât keep your eyes off each other, never going more than a minute without kissing. It takes a few more minutes for you to pretend that the stars are more interesting than Peter, and you straddle him once you decide you canât go any longer without being as close to him as possible.
Peter wraps his arms around your waist, enjoying your weight on him. The kisses turn from pecks into something more, but itâs soft and unhurried. Youâre taking your time with Peter, savouring the feel of him while Peter takes it all, takes all you give him.
Your wet mouths on each other is the only sound far and wide; even mother nature is quiet as you kiss Peter in the back of this truck, out in the country with no one else around.
You shift, your lips never leaving Peterâs, and start grinding against him, slowly.
He squeezes your waist harder as it becomes difficult to control himself. The only thing stopping him from ruining his pants is the fact that youâre both wearing jeans, so youâre narrowly missing Peterâs hardness, doing what feels good for you.
You stop abruptly with horror in your eyes and Peter strokes your back, âEverything okay? Whyâd you stop?â
You look down, a bashful smile on your lips, âI didnât realise I was doing that.â
Peter stops himself from groaning. Heâs getting more turned on with every passing second.
âYou donât have to stop on my behalf.â
After two seconds of contemplation, you kiss Peter again, adjusting your position. You both gasp into each otherâs mouths when youâve perfectly aligned your bodies, and they start moving perfectly in tune with one another.
âIâve been dreaming of having you on top of me for so long,â Peter says, hands now on your hips, feeling your every movement.
âAnd Iâve wanted to be on top of you.. for so long,â youâre distracted, pushing yourself up with your hands on Peterâs chest, your voice faltering as you hold in a moan.
Peter feels incredible â everything you do makes him feel incredible.Â
So incredible that he doesnât know how he hasnât cum yet, but heâs trying so hard not to.
He nearly moans when you grab his hoodie harder and you whimper, âIâm so close.â
One hand is at your jeans, trying to undo the buttons but you canât, too lost in pleasure.
âPeter, unbutton my jeans,â you sayâor rather whimper, âPlease.â
And even though heâs on the brink of coming, nothing matters more than your orgasm right now, so he quickly fumbles with the buttons and opens them, your hand disappearing down your pants immediately.
Peter grabs the backs of your thighs as you cum on top of him, your face more gorgeous than he could have ever imagined, so pretty and so vulnerable just for him. He cums at the same time as you, trying to hide it but his hips push up against yours nevertheless.
You let yourself fall to Peterâs side, hiking your leg up over his lap. Peter puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.
âDid you uh..â you look up at him, half teasing him, half unsure if it even happened.
Peter drags a hand over his face, âYeah⊠I.. came in my pants.â
âOh,â you try not to laugh, âSorry.â
He looks at you, âNo, donât apologise, that was one of the best moments of my life.â
You give him baby wipes from your bag while you pack the stuff and wait for him in the car. He reluctantly hands you the baby wipes when he gets in next to you, looking at your lap.
âWhat?â You ask.
âIâve known how you smell for nearly a week now and I donât know how much longer I can go without having a taste of you.â Heâs thinking about your panties, safely stored in his room but theyâve lost even the last traces of your smell.
You follow Peterâs eyes towards your crotch and figure out what heâs talking about, âHow⊠how do you know how I smell?âÂ
Shit.Â
He forgot that youâre not supposed to know that.Â
But maybe, subconsciously, he said it on purpose so he can get any secrets out before you two get serious. Or maybe heâs just a dumbass, but heâs trying to look at the bright side. Heâs not capable of any negative feelings when you just kissed him.
âPeter?â You ask. You donât sound mad, youâre just curious.
âI uh, I took a pair of underwear from your room,â he starts.
âThe pink ones? Iâve been looking for them.â
âYeah, theyâre pink. And it was the day after you got that clit sucking toy thing so I kept imagining you using it and then the smell made it so much more realâŠâ he says, head hanging low in shame. You still donât sound mad or grossed out but you havenât heard all of it yet.
âGo on.â
âI used your underwear to um⊠jerk off,â he doesnât meet your eyes until he hears your next words.
âThatâs kind of hot,â you bury a hand in his hair, looking at him like you want to eat him up.
âR-really? Youâre not mad?â
You shake your head and lean over to kiss him and Peter feels his blush up to his ears.
âI do want my panties back though.â
He tells you youâll get them back and starts the engine to drive back.
âWait,ïżœïżœïżœ you say, âDidnât you want a taste?â
He immediately stops the car and leans over.Â
âI- well, I didnât get a chance to get that wet but..â
âIâll take anything,â Peter pleads.
You kiss his nose and unbutton your jeans, your fingers disappearing beneath them. He hears the wetness and is hard at once. And thatâs when you didnât have a chance to get that wet? You pull two glistening fingers out and bring them in front of his lips.
His cheeks heat up when he leans forward to take them into his mouth.Â
He moans at the taste. Sweet yet tangy. He wants to bury his face in you immediately; but you seem tired and heâll have plenty of opportunities to do that another time.
Peter pulls you close and kisses you, heâs not that good with words so he hopes his tongue in your mouth tells him how much he wants you. It doesnât have to be now, he just wants you to know.
âI like you.â It slips out of Peterâs mouth when you pull away from the kiss but his words make you connect your lips to his again.
âI like you too,â you smile, nearly laughing because it should probably have been obvious to Peter as soon as you kissed him. Leaning back in your seat in content, you look at Peter with those beautiful eyes of yours.Â
Those four little words could make him cry happy tears again but he pulls himself together when you turn on one of your favourite songs and he turns away when you use the baby wipes.Â
Before he drives you two home, a thought pops into Peterâs head; a thought that heâs had time and time again and he has to make sure that you know exactly how he likes you.
âBut I um⊠I want you to know that I really do like you, as a person, romantically. Iâ of course I enjoyed what just happenedâyou have no idea just how muchââ
âI think it was obvious how much you enjoyed it, Peter,â you interrupt him with a teasing smile that makes him blush and stutter for a few seconds before he continues.
âSo, while, of course, Iâm into you sexually, the emotional and romantic part is so much more important to me, and I need you to know that. But Iâve had so many sexual thoughts about you and, now that Iâve told you that I had your underwear and everythingââ
âSo you feel bad that youâve had sexual thoughts about me?â You sum it up and Peter closes his mouth and nods.
âWell, donât. Peter, in the last month Iâve spent every minute away from you with my fingers between my legs, imaginingâwishing they were yours. Iâm glad I was not the only one, itâs nice to hear that youâve been as affected as Iâve been.â
âAre you sure? Because I remember that time when you said how all guys on campus just think with their dicks and how Iâm different from them but Iâm really not that different. If Iâm not thinking about hugging you or thinking about your smile, then Iâm always thinking about getting in your pants. And that is a lot of the time. And Iâm sure that, even if youâve thought about me in that way too, Iâve thought about you way more and I just need to know if you think Iâm a perv or something.â
âPeter, hey,â you cup his cheek, âI donât think that. And you donât think with your dick. You just said youâve wanted me for months and you didnât even kiss me. Youâre the opposite of those guys that have nothing but sex on their minds so that they canât even think straight and ruin friendships with girls. You didnât do that. You thought about my and your feelings and about our connection rather than getting in my pants.â
âBut I did think a lot about getting into your pants,â he sighs.
âI thought about you getting into my pants too. Thatâs fine. Thatâs the beauty of liking someone, thereâs not just the romantic side but also the sexual side. But you didnât let the sexual side control you and you cared about my feelings first and foremost. Donât feel bad for thinking about having sex with me, Iâm glad you do. But you do so much more than that. Youâre nothing like those guys.â
âIâm not like the other guys?â Peter laughs and then kisses you. (He still canât believe heâs been kissing you all night). You shake your head, reassuring him.
Hearing you say that helps him immensely. He never felt bad about imagining what having sex with you would be like. It was the fact that it was without your knowledge and he had no idea if youâd be grossed and creeped out if you knew about it because you only saw him as a friend. He was scared of making you uncomfortable if you ever found out.
But youâve found out now and youâre not just saying that itâs okay for him to think about that, but that you have thoughts about it too. (And now his thoughts are going to be even better, knowing that you might be thinking the same thing as him and his fantasies might turn into more than just fantasies).
The journey back has both of you smiling; what just happened still seems unreal, but every shared grin reminds Peter that it really did happen.
It breaks Peterâs heart when he delivers you back to your room, but he can tell you need sleep and heâs not exactly wide awake either. You kiss him like you mean it and you donât pull away until youâre breathless.
When he gets to his room, Peter quickly puts your panties in his laundry basket so he wonât forget, and then he throws himself onto his bed and squeals loudly. He doesnât care if anyone hears, heâs happy and he doesnât mind if people know.
He gets a message from his next-door neighbour Brian:
Bro, you okay?
I heard a weird noise
He texts back: Y/n kissed me :)))))
Brian: About time, happy for you!
Peter considers going over to talk to his friend and tell him all about tonight. Heâs tired but thereâs no way heâll sleep now anyway.
He then gets a phone call from you, and he picks up immediately.
âPeter?â
His face drops at your unsure voice. Did you change your mind?
âYeah?â
âDid⊠did that really happen?â He thinks he can hear something positive in your voice but itâs hard to tell over the phone.
âIt did.â
âOh,â you say, âGood. Iâm having a hard time believing it actually happened. Iâve been waiting for so long.â
He smiles again immediately, âTrust me, it hasnât fully sunken in yet for me either.â
âDo you maybe wanna come over?â You ask, âI know itâs late but itâs the weekend so..â
He jumps to his feet and sets off instantly, âI donât know why we didnât think of that before.â
You giggle, âMe neither. I guess I was tired, but Iâll just be thinking about you all night anyway.â
You stay on the phone with him until heâs at your door, pulling him in for a kiss before heâs even in your room.
You push Peter onto the bed, lie on top of him, and hug him so tight that he can barely breathe. This would be the best way to go.
Youâre both exhausted yet excited and interrupt each other with a kiss every few minutes while youâre talking about anything that comes to your mind.
âHow long have you liked me?â You ask.
Peter smiles as he thinks back to the first time you met, âYou made me nervous from the start because youâre so pretty, and then we talked about such personal things the first time we met. But I didnât realise just how attracted to you I was until class a few days later when you were laughing about Professor Garfieldâs jokes and talking about his ass.â
You pout and cup Peterâs cheek, âAnd then later I even made that joke about sucking his dick for a better score. Aw no, Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs fine,â he shrugs, âYou just came on top of me and not him.â
You hide your face in his neck at the reminder that you just nearly had sex with Peter outside. His hand rubs over your back as if heâs not blushing at the thought of it.
âWhen did you start liking me?â He asks and you lift your head again.
âI thought you were cute the first time I saw you and then when we talked in the kitchen I knew Iâd have to keep you because I immediately felt comfortable around you. And then⊠I donât know. You just did your thing. And then my heart did its thing too.â
âIâm glad my charm worked on you.â
âIt worked wonders,â you push yourself up on your hands and kiss Peter again, staying on top of him for a while until his lips feel sore.
âBut regardless of this romantic⊠and sexual side,â you shyly smile at each other, âI meant what I said. Our friendship means a lot to me. And Iâm glad we became friends before anything else.â
âMe too.â
He knows what you mean. Being friends allowed you two to get comfortable around each other first without any pressure to do things to make you attractive to the other person. Now you have a solid base of trust and you know each other; you donât have to worry about only showing your best sides like other couples do in the beginning stages. You know each other inside out, (except for the fact that youâve liked each other for a while â but thatâs different), the good, the bad, the ugly â yet youâre still choosing each other. Happily so.Â
You both lie on your sides, Peterâs hand reaching over to rest on your hip. He canât help but smile the whole time.
âWere you planning to kiss me? Or was it spontaneous?â
âIâve been thinking about how it would feel to kiss you for months now, but for some reason it never occurred to me to make the first move. I was pretty sure you like me but the time went on and you didnât make a move and I got scared that Iâd ruin our friendship if I totally misinterpreted everything and you didnât like me back.Â
âAnd I would have never forgiven myself for that. But when we were lying in the back of that truck, underneath the stars, I donât know, it was so romantic and you were looking at me with so much adoration that thereâs no way I wouldnât have kissed you. My heart was leading me, I only gathered the courage because my body did what it knew I had to do, I was not in control at that moment, but I guess sometimes itâs good to give up control. But it was definitely spontaneous.â
Peter leans down so his face is right in front of your chest and he whispers, âThank you, heart,â to which he hears your gorgeous laugh. Your whole body moves with your giggles, pushing your chest even closer to his face. It takes a second for him to get the willpower to pull his face away again.
You connect your lips to his a few more times, Peterâs heart fluttering with every passing second.
âJust so you know, I have liked you all this time, you were right. But I felt the same as you and youâre the most important person to me so I didnât want to take even the slightest risk when it came to us. There were times when I thought our friendship would even survive me confessing my feelings and you not feeling the same, but by not telling you there was always the hope that you did like me.Â
âBut if I told you and you didnât feel the same, even if our friendship survived, it wouldnât have mattered because it would have broken my heart into a million pieces. And I couldnât put myself through that-â
âIâd never do that. Iâll take good care of your heart, Peter.â
âI know you will.â
You share a small kiss, Peter intertwining your hands.
âOkay, looking back, I probably should have known that you like me as more than a friend. Your love for my legs gave it away, but at the time I didnât realise-â
âHow do you know that I love your legs?â Peter asks as he turns red, looking at your thighs and resisting the urge to put his hand on one of them.
âWhen you were drunk, you told me how much you love them. You were basically drooling because of them.â
âOh.. I donât remember that. But I do love them.â
âI know,â you smile as you place one of his hands on your thigh and he squeezes the flesh.
You lie next to each other for a while, breath evening out and Peter thinks youâve fallen asleep until he hears your voice, âPeter?â
âYeah?â
âI still canât believe that this is actually happening. Itâs like when youâre at a concert and you donât realise that youâre seeing your favourite artist live and in person, and afterwards you still havenât realised, and you never really get how lucky you were.â
Peter turns to his side to face you, his tired brain taking a while to answer, but heâs satisfied with what he says, âBut a concert only happens once, and weâll be together forevâ a long time. And longterm. We have plenty of time to realise that itâs real. Maybe weâll realise if you kiss me again.â
You grin immediately and lean in to connect your mouth to Peterâs.
He understands what youâre saying, he canât quite believe it either. Itâs been too long for it to be a dream, he knows that itâs real, but itâll take a few days for him to realise that he really is the luckiest person on earth.Â
Heâs grateful that you two have something so beautiful that it nearly feels impossible.
You touch each other for a bit, not sexually, youâre just touching each otherâs skin, realising more and more that this is reality.
You lazily make out for a few more minutes until Peter drifts off into the most peaceful sleep heâs ever had, with you in his arms.
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Itâs been a few weeks since that one eventful night and youâre spending even more time with each other than before. Making out with you has become Peterâs new hobby.
He loves that youâre experiencing all your sexual firsts together. You havenât actually done anything more than kiss since the night under the stars, and heâs more than happy to be patient if you need it but heâs looking forward to more.
âIs it okay if we donât go all the way yet?â You ask him while youâre both hydrating and eating fruit between makeout sessions, âI definitely want to soon, but maybe not⊠not yet.â
Peter pulls you on top of his lap and holds you, âWe established that the very first time we met, didnât we? Of course itâs okay if we wait.â
âOkay,â you kiss him, âI donât mean that we canât do anything though.â
Peter licks his lips when he realises youâre planning something. You push Peterâs chest so he lies on his back and you slot your hips over his. His eyes flutter shut when he feels your mouth on the special spot on his neck and you slowly start grinding on him.
He grabs your hips and opens his eyes again when you stop kissing him to focus on that sweet place between your legs rubbing against Peter.
You stop when your eyes meet, âYou have to close your eyes.â
âI wanna see you though.â
âItâs different from the first time, weâre not out during the night. And the positionâs uncomfortable.â
âThen letâs change it.â
Heâs already hard and if you continue like that he wonât take much longer; but your pleasure is more important to him so he pulls his sweat shorts further up his leg and lifts you onto his thigh.Â
Your eyes go down and you realise what he wants you to do, âBut youââ
âShh, this is about you right now, okay? And Iâll cum as soon as you do anyway so donât worry about me. This okay?â
He sees how his words give you confidence and you nod, letting yourself fully sit down on his thigh. Peter knew he liked your pretty skirt for more than aesthetic reasons because the only thing between your warm pussy and Peterâs skin is your underwear. He could cum from the feeling of your wet heat through your panties alone, but he tries to focus on making you breathless with his kisses once you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face close.
He holds you as you rock yourself on his thigh, becoming surer in your movements after a while, finding what feels best for you. Peter instinctively flexes the muscles in his thigh when you change your position slightly, and your little gasp tells him to continue doing it.
Your wetness slowly but surely drenches your panties and reaches Peterâs skin. You grab his shirt hard and bury your other hand in his hair, pulling. Peter tries bouncing his leg up and down and is rewarded with the sweetest moan coming from your mouth, followed by a gasp and a whispered: âIâm gonna cum.â
Your legs get weaker while youâre coming but, through his own approaching orgasm, Peter pushes your hips in whatever direction you want them to go and together you try to savour your highs for as long as possible.Â
Out of breath, youâre still holding onto Peter tightly. As your hand in his hair slowly lets go, you press a kiss to his head, your hand on his shirt easing too as you smooth down the material.
âSorry, did I hurt you?â You ask carefully but Peter shakes his head and purses his lips for you to give him a kiss, and you smile when you do.
âOh, wait did you really cum?â Youâre glancing down at the wet spot on his pants but your eyes widen when you get off him and realise how much you leaked onto his thigh yourself.
âI donât know how I couldnât cum when I have the prettiest, sexiest woman in the world having an orgasm on my lap.â
You lean your head against his shoulder, hiding your face from him while your cheeks heat up. You get off him and he goes to the bathroom to clean up.
Youâre absentmindedly biting your lip when Peter comes back and he pulls you out of your daydream with a kiss.
âDo you wanna eat my pussy?â
Peter freezes for a second and then jumps onto the bed. You laugh, âWait, I need a break first.â
âOkay,â he sits down next to you and swallows. Heâs hard already just from the thought of going down on you. He couldnât be happier that you want him to do it, heâs had daydreams (well, heâs mostly thought about it during nighttime) about it so many times.
âDo you want me to give you a massage?â He asks. Itâs something youâve done for him countless times and he doesnât return the favour as often as heâd want to because your massages are heavenly and he can barely get up after.
âYes please,â you lie down on your stomach, âBut donât stand on me.â You both chuckle.
Your massages consist of kneeling or standing on Peterâs back. It sounds painful but to him itâs the best thing heâs ever felt. He doesnât just like your weight on his lap, he likes you on top of him in various scenarios.
Heâs kneading your shoulders for about a minute when you suddenly sit up, âOkay, the break is over, can you eat me out now?â
A smile spreads over Peterâs face and you kiss him, a similar expression on your lips.
You get comfortable on your back and pull your shirt over your head and slip out of your skirt.
Peter sits between your legs, speechless, thumb rubbing over the large wet spot on your panties. You gasp when he touches you there but Peter canât continue before showing you how much he loves your tits first. They're perfect.
He kisses his way up your stomach, inching further up until your nipple is in his mouth and your hand goes into his hair. He gets lost in the feeling of one of your boobs in his hand and the other one against his tongue until you push his head away.
He worries heâs hurt you but you whimper and spread your legs, pulling them up against your chest, âPlease,â is all you can manage to say. Peterâs hands wander down your sides and between your legs, his fingers gliding over your panties.
Peter drags your underwear down your legs slowly, a string of your arousal staying connected to your panties momentarily. He licks his lips and kneels in front of the bed, pulling you to the edge of the mattress.
With your legs on his shoulders, Peter kisses your clit once, watching as your eyes flutter shut. Heâs forgetting that this is your first time too, so your expectations probably arenât too high. And youâre wet from your earlier orgasm and it seems to be doing wonders for you; you already start arching your back when Peter licks up and down your clit a few times.
He savours the taste of you on his tongue, sweeter than anything heâs ever tasted, and knowing that heâs tasting you because youâre wet for him makes things even better.
As he plays with your clit, his tongue in your pussy, he puts a hand on your stomach. Itâs just because he doesnât know where else to put his hand, but you grab some of his fingers, holding his hand and Peterâs convinced his eyes must be shaped like hearts right now. Heâs always loved holding hands with you.
He makes out with your pussy, your juices all over his mouth, and he starts sucking your clit.
âPeter..â your voice comes out as a whimper and you grip his hand harder. You arch further into him and your eyes squeeze shut, and Peter can tell youâre coming â on his tongue, with his face between your legs, just like heâs imagined so many times but itâs so much better than what he ever could have wished for.
He only pulls his mouth away from you slowly, not wanting the moment to end. You donât let go of his hand, instead using your intertwined fingers to pull him up so Peter can kiss you.Â
You hug him like you never want to let him go again and Peter gladly complies. He wraps his arms around you and lies on top of you for as long as youâll have him.
âIâm too tired to return the favour,â you say after a while.
âThatâs okay. I just wanted to make you feel good.âÂ
Heâs glad you said it because then you wonât need to find out that he came in his pants ages ago, yet again, and you donât need to be reminded of what a loser your boyfriend can be and how youâre the opposite.
Peter lifts his head so youâre looking at each other, and you cup his cheeks to kiss him on the lips a few times.
âIâm getting cold,â you say.
âIâll keep you warm.â
You smile and kiss his forehead, âI should get dressed. And I need to pee. But you can cuddle me again after.â Peter gets up and scoops you up in his arms, earning a squeal from you.
He carries you to the bathroom and even though heâs completely dressed and youâre naked and vulnerable, he can tell youâre content and comfortable by the way you drop your head to his shoulder and let him hold you.
Youâre in the bathroom while gets the clothes you asked him to get from your room, but he changes first so heâs not walking around the student accommodation with a mess in his pants.
Youâre sitting on the bed in all your naked glory when he gets back. He stares for a second, smiling softly as he realises how lucky he is to get to see you like this, that heâs the only one in the world who does and that you want him to see you like this.
Itâs later in the night and youâre in bed, you sitting on top of Peter, kissing him. Itâs not sexual; youâre enjoying each otherâs company, touching each other, locking lips over and over and over. Peter couldnât be happier. Thereâs a smile on his face the whole time.
âI like kissing you. Like a lot,â you say.
âI love kissing you.â
âPeter?â
âYeah?â
âDo you wanna be my boyââ
âGirlfriend? Do you wanna be my girlfriend?â He interrupts you, somewhat surprised.
You grin and throw your arms around him, âYes.â
âSorry, I wanted to say it. After you made the first move I wanted to do this.â
âEverything okay?â You ask, realising heâs not telling you everything simply by looking at him.
âWell I donât know, I kind of thought we were together already,â he says and your face softens.
âOh. I mean we may as well have been. But we never properly talked about it. And just now I realised how sad I was that I couldn't officially call you my boyfriend, so I wanted to make sure that I could.â
âYouâre right, now we have talked about it. And now itâs official. The most beautiful woman in the world is officially my girlfriend,â he beams as he cups your cheek and kisses you again.Â
You lie down next to him, his arm around you as you cuddle into his side.
After a few moments of looking at Peter, you start giggling, as if you just remembered something funny or embarrassing about him.
âWhat?â He asks.
âNothing just, Iâm so into you, and you really werenât sure if I liked you? I know weâve talked about how we were both too scared to ruin the friendship but we were both idiots.Â
âI mean, I tried to give you the boldest, most obvious signs. I kept holding your hand, talked about me getting off. I changed in front of you, slept next to you half-naked? Peter, I said Iâd suck your dick.â
âYeah but it was only in relation to you sucking professor Garfieldâs dick for a better mark.â
âKnowing me, do you think Iâd really suck a professorâs dick to get a better score?â
He shrugs, âWell, not when you say it like that, no. But we didnât know each other that well yet. And hearing the girl you like say sheâll suck another guyâs dick isnât nice regardless of if sheâs being serious or not.â
You pout and cup his face, kissing him a few times, âI only want your dick, promise.â
âAnd my dick only wants you,â he says, earning a small laugh from you.
âBut seriously, I contemplated peeing while you were in the bathroom with me at that party. If there was an obvious sign that I liked you, it would be that,â you joke.
âJust so you know, you can pee in front of me. And as long as youâre okay with that, Iâd also feel comfortable peeing in front of you.â
You scrunch up your face, âWeâll avoid it if we can.â You both laugh but you know it would be no big deal and youâd be comfortable with it. It sounds like a weird thing to bond over, but Peter thinks itâs sweet.
âAnyway, I know I brought it up but can we stop talking about peeing so you can go down on me again?â
Peterâs eyes light up, âYes, yesyesyes,â and he starts kissing down your body.
*
âSo,â Peter asks you a few days later, âYou know how you said your sex toy is supposed to feel like oral sex? So whoâs better? Me or the vibrator?â
You give him an exaggerated pout and scoot closer to him on the bed, âDonât make me hurt your feelings.â
Youâve just come back from a date Peter planned. You got take-out from your favourite restaurant and ate it next to the river that goes through the city. You walked for hours, holding hands, talking, getting ice cream and just being with each other.
While Peter loves going out with you, heâs not sure if anything can beat spending time alone with you, in your bed, utterly comfortable and being nothing but yourself. Not to mention that you two can have sex whenever you want to.
âI donât mind if you say itâs the vibrator, I mean itâs made for making you feel good and Iâm just some guy,â Peter says, âItâs literally called a clit-sucker.â
âSex with you is better but if youâre comparing the toy with you sucking my clit, then the vibrator is better, yes,â you move to his lap and put your arms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his head.
âCan I use it on you?â
You bite your lip when he says it, âThereâs not much you can do, you just hold it against my clit.â
âIâd love to do that.â
You grin and start kissing him.
He flips you around so youâre under him. He slowly takes off all your clothes and you pull off his shirt. He canât resist getting a taste of you before he starts, humming as he begins eating you out, tongue in your pussy and his thumb on your clit.
You whine when he stops but you both remember that you wanted to use your toy. He kisses his way up your body, your arousal on his lips.
âYouâre so hot, I donât know if I deserve you,â he whispers into your skin as heâs kissing your belly. You tug him up to you to kiss him with such intensity that tells him he deserves you, all of you. Youâre made for each other. And you feel it too.
You reach into your bedside drawer and pull out your vibrator. Peter smiles as he spreads your legs and lies down between them.
âLike this?â He turns it on and you adjust the setting, lying back when Peter presses a kiss on your clit and places the toy on your pussy.
You put your hand over his, shifting it so itâs in the perfect place. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and rests his cheek against your other thigh, occasionally kissing the skin there. He brings his arm over your body, smoothing his hand over your tummy and grabbing one of your tits, playing with your nipple.
Your hands absentmindedly find his hair, burying your fingers in it as he tells you how pretty you are and how he wants you to cum.
You glance at Peter between your legs, smiling and laying your head back down on the pillow. A few moments later he notices your breathing changing and how your hips slightly buck up.
âIâm gonna cum,â you moan, your back arching, and Peter puts his hand over your lower belly to keep you down. Your hand tightens in his hair as frantic breaths and strangled sounds leave your mouth, not able to form any coherent sentence.
After a few seconds, Peter wants to pull the toy away, thinking youâre done, but you hold his hand in place until your legs shake and he feels your belly convulsing under his hand. Youâre coming until your head drops to the side and you let go of both his hair and his hand so he pulls away the vibrator.
âOhâGod. That was the best orgasm Iâve ever had. Sorry if I hurt you,â your hand goes through his hair once more but he kisses your hand instead, âDonât worry.â
You let your head fall back, your eyes not leaving Peter. The way youâre looking at him is nearly enough to make him cum right then and there, but he takes your hand and kisses you instead.
You wrap your legs around Peterâs waist and pull him as close as you can, âCan we go all the way? I feel so empty, I need you inside of me.â
Peter gulps at your words, pulling his hips away from yours so he doesnât finish before youâve even started. âAre you sure? Last week you said you wanted to wait.â
âYeah, I am. I thought it would take me longer to be comfortable around you when Iâm naked but I feel so good, and I like being naked in front of you. I like how you look at me and how it makes me feel,â you smile softly and kiss him.
âI like having you naked in front of me too.â
âI know, thatâs why Iâm so comfortable. And the fact that I want this so quickly shows me that itâs the right thing and also I just really really need you inside of me.â
âOh my god,â he whispers, closing his eyes to refocus, âI have to get the condoms.â
âMake sure to hide this first,â your hands go to the front of his sweatpants and he playfully narrows his eyes at you because you know exactly that what youâre doing is not helping his situation.
After another kiss from you, he manages to pull himself away from you and hides his hardness as well as he can. He slips back into his shirt and runs to his room to get the condoms you two bought the other week just so youâd have them.
When he comes back you already have your fingers between your legs, âSorry, I couldnât help myself.â
âDonât apologise, baby,â Peter says before taking off his clothes in record time and joining you on the bed.Â
You make out for a few minutes, forgetting everything else. His fingers wander to your pussy, playing with your clit until you canât keep kissing him anymore, distracted by the pleasure.
He slips one finger into your pussy first, then two.
âPeter, itâs not enough,â you moan with a desperation in your voice that makes him even harder which, up to this point, felt impossible.
ââM just checking you can take it, get you used to having something inside of you.â
You sigh into his mouth and give him the dirtiest kiss you ever have. âJust so you know.. I donât know how long Iâm gonna last,â he warns you, afraid of disappointing you.
âI donât care, I just need you right now.â
âWhat if I cum immediately once Iâm in you?â
You hold his face in your hands, âFuck, Pete, thatâs so hot. I want you to cum inside of me.â
âDonât say that because I will.â
âPlease, please, Iâm ready,â you whisper.
âWait, you mean with a condom right?â
You laugh and nod, kissing him on the nose.
âOkay, just checking,â he says, putting on the condom.Â
You hold on to his neck as he lines himself up with you, feeling how wet you are. He pushes into you slowly, making sure youâre okay once heâs inside of you completely, âYou okay?â
âYeah, it feels even bigger inside of me.â
He blushes at you calling his dick big and runs a hand down your cheek, âShould I pull out?â
âNo, no. Just give me a second.âÂ
You both take deep breaths once Peter starts rubbing your clit â you because youâre relaxing, Peter because heâs about to cum if he doesnât focus.
He has you coming around his dick quickly. You press your chest against Peterâs when your back arches from the pleasure and you kiss the side of his face when youâre coming down from the high.
âLift me up,â you tell him and you end up pushing Peter down on the bed, straddling his lap.
You place your hands on either side of Peterâs head, leaving him with your tits right in his face. You tell him to fuck you and with his hands on your hips, Peter slowly thrusts into you from below.
Your pussy squeezes him so tight, and youâre so warm, âFuck, you feel so so good,â he groans.Â
You start bouncing on him, meeting his thrusts halfway, now more used to him inside of you.
He closes his eyes, trying to think of something else but your quiet moans and your earlier words about wanting him to cum in you make him orgasm after a few more seconds.
He fucks you until heâs too exhausted to move and you grin down at him, both of you lying down to cuddle.Â
You donât say anything for a few minutes, both exhausted and content, only grinning at each other and occasionally giving the other a lazy kiss before you sit up on him again, your nipples right in front of his mouth.
He takes the opportunity to run his tongue around one, but you lean back, dazed, âNo, no, youâll make me horny again,â you smile, âAnd I donât think I can take another orgasm right now.â
He kisses your sternum instead and picks you up in his arms so you can take a shower together.
Peter washes your body for you, taking his time to massage every part of you for a few seconds. He wants to spoil and pamper you and take as much work off your hands as he can. He knows youâd do the same for him.
Once youâre both clean, you stand under the water for a while, Peterâs arms around your waist, your back pulled to his chest. Your breathing is calm and your eyes are closed, completely relaxed against Peter.
âI came in here once,â Peter interrupts the silence.
You slowly open your eyes and turn around to face him, a smile making its way onto your face before it turns into a laugh, âWhat?â
âIt was after that night when I got really drunk. I woke up with this perfect ass right against my crotch,â he squeezes one of your ass cheeks for emphasis.Â
âYou mean back when we were just friends?â You ask, pulling his arms around your body again, âThat feels so long ago.â
âAnd at the same time like it was yesterday.â
âYeah,â you smile, âI probably would have helped you out if youâd asked.â
âReally?â
âI was already into you then and thereâs no way I would have been able toâor wanted toâresist if I found out you were horny because of me. I was coming on my vibrator three times a day wishing it was you instead.â
Peter runs a hand over his face, remembering how scared he was that youâd never like him back, âI was wishing it was me too. I heard you that one time, when you were masturbating while I was waiting for you in there,â he nods his head towards the door to your room.
âYou canât blame me, you saw how that thing makes me cum,â you lean your head on his shoulder, hiding your embarrassment.
The moment you look down and see that Peterâs hard again, he stiffens even more.
âYouâre getting harder from me looking at your dick?â You ask, licking your lips.
He nods, putting a hand around the back of your neck and gently pulling you towards him, kissing you to distract you from the blush creeping onto his cheeks.
While your teeth tug at Peterâs bottom lip, your hands smooth down his chest, over his faint happy trail and eventually you wrap your hand around his cock. He gasps at the first contact and opens his eyes, meeting your lust-filled gaze, âI canât believe I havenât done this before,â you say, starting to jerk him off with a slightly unsure look on your face.
âIs this okay?â You ask and Peter nods, âShow me how you do it,â you urge, lifting Peterâs hand to wrap it around your own.
With a firm grip, Peter guides your hand, âF-fuck,â is all he can manage to get out apart from a shaky breath. Your free hand runs across his chest, occasionally rubbing over his nipples, making him gasp.Â
âI really need you to cum for me right now,â you whisper, looking down at your hand sliding up and down his dick. Your words make him groan and before he can prepare, waves of pleasure flow through him, his cum splashing all over your tummy. He canât stop coming, especially not when you angle his cock further towards you, your belly now covered in him.
âFuck,â you both moan at the same time and then you smile at each other. You step away from the spray of the shower, sliding a finger across your skin and sucking it into your mouth.
If he hadnât already cum three times today, Peter would be hard in half a second. He shakes his head in disbelief, not sure what he did to ever deserve a girlfriend as sexy as you. He runs his thumb over your belly, picking up the rest of his cum on you and you open your mouth before he even asks you to.
He pushes it into your mouth slowly and you hum as he does it. Grabbing your face right after, he kisses you until neither of you can breathe. âCan I eat you out again now?â
You grin immediately, âYes, but Iâm tired.â
After youâve dried off, he carries you to your bed, making sure youâre comfortable on it before his mouth disappears between your legs. Heâs proud of how you grip his hair, grinding your pussy against his face and how you cum on his tongue.
He gets a notification on his phone just as heâs done kissing you after he made you cum. He ordered some food before you two went in the shower and itâs about to arrive.
âGo and get it, I can wait,â you tell him, but he makes sure to kiss your forehead and give you water and baby wipes before pulling on some clothes and rushing downstairs to get the food.
You eat it on your bed with a towel laid down to make sure nothing gets dirty. Peter likes how you randomly grab his hand while youâre eating or asking him to pass you your drink.
With some quiet music playing, you make yourselves comfortable in your bed, cuddling.
âThank you,â you say, looking at him like heâs responsible for all good in the world.
âFor what?â
âFor everything. For taking care of me. For being you,â you slide your fingers between his. He picks up your intertwined hands and kisses yours, âItâs my pleasure. Thank you for being you, and for being with me.â
âThereâs no one in the world Iâd rather be with,â you lean over to kiss him, leaving your lips on his for a few seconds. âThis white shirt looks so good on you, itâs my favourite,â you tell him, smoothing down the material and then resting your head on his chest.
âThank you,â he wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you tight, âYou know what looks even better on me?â
âMe?â You ask, already knowing what Peter is going to say and he adores you for it.
âYes,â he smiles, âYou.â
âI like this position, I like hearing your heart beating so clearly,â you say, nuzzling up against him.
âAnd I like that I can feel a heartbeat as soon as I put my hand here,â Peter smirks, sliding a hand between your legs and immediately feeling the pulsating warmth, even through your panties.
âDonât blame me for getting turned on when the man I love touches my pussy,â you say, grabbing Peterâs hand into yours and away from your underwear to stop you from getting horny.
It takes both of you a second to realise that you just said that you love him. Probably because youâve both felt it for a while; first as friends, then as lovers. Even if no oneâs said it yet, it was obvious.
âI love you too,â he says softly and thatâs when you realise what you just said. You turn towards him and start grinning, meeting Peterâs own wide smile. You start littering his face with kisses until he holds your face in place to kiss your lips. Itâs like you melt right into his mouth once your lips touch his.
You spend the rest of the night telling each other that you love the other, giggling and cuddling and kissing until the early morning hours.
 *
Peter wants to sit through this lecture with you on his lap when you get to the lecture hall one minute before the lesson starts and there are no two seats free next to each other.
But you two promised yourselves that you werenât going to be that annoying couple that has to be together at all times, so you two sit at opposite sides of the room.
Peterâs stomach tingles with jealousy when he sees that youâre sitting next to a guy you know. Brandon. Peter remembers him from the day you and Peter met. When it was Peterâs turn to tell an embarrassing sex story and he had nothing to say, you told Brandon to tell his story instead, distracting everyone and saving Peter.
He smiles when he thinks back to it; who knew that you two would end up in love?
But he hears your giggle through the entire lecture hall, over all the over murmuring, and Peter frowns. He knows itâs stupid if not wrong to be jealous about something so trivial. Heâs more than okay with you having a male friend as long as heâs a good person; Peterâs happy about every nice friend you have.
But heâs spent the last few months getting to know you inside and out and you never mentioned Brandon. Now youâre talking to him like youâre best friends. Okay, the thing that bothers Peter the most is that you apparently knew Brandonâs sex story before he told it to the whole party.
Why were you talking to Brandon about sex? And why did you never mention it to Peter?
He knows youâve done nothing wrong, and itâs ridiculous that he feels like this over a story and you laughing at another manâs jokes. If he was sitting next to you, heâs sure heâd be fine, but it doesnât help that youâre out of reach.
Heâs more curious than jealous, or thatâs what heâs trying to tell himself, knowing he has no right to feel this way about such a little thing.
He tries to accept the feeling, tries to focus on what Professor Garfield is saying but throughout the whole lecture Brandon is in the back of Peterâs mind.
By the end of the lesson, heâs more mad than anything else â mad at himself for being jealous. He doesn't want to turn into one of those possessive, toxic and controlling boyfriends. He trusts you and he should be okay with you having dozens of male friends.
He waits for you by the door when the lecture is over, and in the sea of students you and Brandon leave the room separately. Peterâs so focussed on Brandon that he only notices you standing next to him once you hold his hand.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask immediately. Peter didnât know he was being that obvious.
He doesnât want to drag you into his unnecessary jealousy and insecurity. âNo-nothing,â he presses his lips together in a smile and you walk him into a quiet corner.
âWhat is it?â You sit down and pat the seat next to you for Peter to sit down.
âWell. I donât know. Itâs just, we usually sit together in this class and then we didnât get to sit together and then you ended up next to a guy you know and I justâŠâ Itâs the shortened and less embarrassing version.
You smile, half with pity and half out of amusement, but he knows youâre not trying to make fun of him. âYou were jealous? Of Brandon?â
âI donât know. Kinda. Iâd honestly rather have you look at Andrewâs ass than have you talk to Brandon and giggle at everything he says andâlike, I donât even know him and I just felt insecure because I didnât feel like I was a part of it,â he looks down, taking a deep breath, âSorry, of course I donât mean it like that. Obviously itâs fine if you have male friends. I was just wondering why you havenât told me about him, because I remember him from the party the first time we met and I realised you never brought him up. And then I got so into my head about being jealous that I felt even worse and now I canât even tell the jealousy from the being-mad-at-myself apart.â
âOkay, take my hand,â you say, âI love you. And-â
âI love you too,â Peter grins instantly, leaning over to kiss you.
âSo, I didnât tell you about Brandon because I wasnât thinking about him. If he was important to me I would have introduced you two ages ago. I didn't even realise I was in this class until today. I met him the same night I met you and I was talking to a group of people before we played that game where he told that sex story. But wait.. Peter,â you furrow your eyebrows, âSo you remember the story Brandon told?â
âI remember that he told a story, but I was too busy looking at you and being grateful that you helped me out of the situation.â
âWell, his story was about the first time he had sex with his boyfriend. And theyâre still together.â
âOh,â Peter says, dumbfounded, âNow I feel even worse. Why was I so jealous about a guy who has a boyfriend?â
âDonât beat yourself up about it. Weâve been attached at the hip lately, so of course we're not used to being apart. Iâm sure weâll get used to it in a few days. But youâre jealous for the first time and weâre already talking about it, Iâm sure weâll sort it out. I promise weâll work it out together.â
He pecks your lips again, âThank you. I think I was way more surprised about my jealousy than actually being jealous. I trust you and I love you and I do that more and more every day. Itâs just that I want you so much that I assume every guy feels the same, because why wouldnât they? Forgive me if I project that onto them and donât trust them. But I trust you and thatâs what matters and what Iâll try to rely on. Iâm sorry for making such a big deal out of something small.â
âDonât apologise, Iâm glad you told me how you feel. Youâre already not jealous anymore and youâre talking about it and working it out. Thatâs what matters. You recognise that itâs unreasonable but jealousy is a normal emotion.â
He gives you a small smile, already understanding himself better thanks to you. Youâre right, jealousy is something everyone feels from time to time. Heâll learn how to deal with it, and now that heâs with you, feeling loved and appreciated, he canât even imagine ever being jealous again. He can tell his love is reciprocated. He trusts you, and thatâs all he needs.
You sit together for another while, smiling and saying goodbye when Professor Garfield walks past you. You wait until heâs turned around the corner to say, âWait, what did you say about his ass earlier?â
Peter chuckles, âOh, itâs nothing. Just the first time we had this lesson you said something about how nice his ass is.â
âOh, now I remember. But your ass is the only ass I wanna look at now, you know that?âÂ
âReally?â
âReally. I wouldnât have asked you to be my boyfriend if I was interested in anyone elseâs ass.â
Thereâs a comfortable warmth in Peterâs chest at you calling him his boyfriend. Heâll always be happy to be that.
âWell,â he thinks out loud, âThere are some guys with nice asses, I canât deny that. But then we can both admire them, okay? Together.â
You laugh, âYouâre so cute. Okay, Iâll let you know when I see a nice ass and weâll appreciate it together.â
âGood,â Peter smiles, okay with you liking other peopleâs asses because, after all, those asses donât have this great connection with you like he does. Heâs so much to you than a person with a cute ass.
âBut your ass is the nicest,â he adds.
âThank you," you laugh and kiss his cheek.
You lean back on your hands and tilt your head towards your shoulder. This time Peter feels warmth rushing elsewhere.
âYou wanna know what I was thinking about during the whole lesson?â
He nods.
âI was thinking,â you look around to make sure no one else is close enough to hear, âabout how I canât wait to have your dick in my mouth.â
Peterâs heart starts beating twice as fast as it usually does, âMy-my- my dick? In your- why wouldâ do you want it to be in your mouth?â
âI do. I had a dream about it last night. And I was gonna wait until tonight to do it but maybe we should do it now to relax you.â
âI.. donât know if relax is the right word,â he says.
âIâll do it to show you that I only like you then. And because I really need you.â
Peterâs face falls, âNo, shit, I have this class now⊠no, nevermind, letâs go to my roomââ
âNo, we said our education and college come first, and that we wouldnât let our academic performance fall off because of each other.â
âYeah but I didnât know that that meant saying no to youâŠâ he looks at his lap and back at you again.Â
âTo me sucking your dick?â Youâre teasing him on purpose now but despite the uncomfortable strain in his pants heâs enjoying it.
âY-yeah..â
âGo to your class now and Iâll see you tonight,â you kiss him and get up.
âNo waitââ
âBye, baby,â you call out and walk away.
A class has never lasted as long as Peterâs next class. He leaves his bunched up hoodie on his lap the whole time even though heâs cold in just the shirt heâs wearing.
After class, he runs home, going to his dorm room first but youâre not there so he rushes to your room instead. You open the door as if Peter hasnât been suffering for the past two hours, giving him a quick kiss and sitting back down to read a book.
He gets on his knees in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs, âPlease. You canât be serious right now. I need you.â
You pat the bed next to you and he lies down with a sigh, hoping to get your attention but you keep reading; maybe he can take a nap to make the time pass quicker. You pretend to read for another minute or two and then grin at Peter and straddle him, starting to kiss him.Â
âSorry, I thought it would be fun to tease you but I donât know what I was thinking. I really want you.â
Heâs panting into your mouth after a few moments, already feeling relief as you pull at his belt, taking off Peterâs pants and your and his shirt.
âLet me know uh, how Iâm doing,â you say as you get down on your knees in front of the bed.
Your words clear Peterâs mind for a second and he leans down to give you a kiss, âYou donât have to do this if you donât want to, by the way.â
You shake your head, âNo, I really want to. I just donât know what to do, so, be patient with me.â
âAlways,â he reaches for your hand to kiss it, âSo I guess you justâ oh my god.â He moans as your mouth wraps around him, all wet and warm.
He makes the mistake of looking at you, the head of his cock in your mouth, your pretty lips against his skin, eyes big and gorgeous and so innocent. Heâs close so quickly and motions for you to stop.
âEverything okay?â You ask, already knowing whatâs going on though. Peterâs eyes go to your chest, perfect tits pushed together by a pretty bra. If you take that off he doesnât want to know how fast heâll cum.
âYes, more than okay. I love you so much, you know that?â
âI do, but Peter, this is torture for me,â you say seriously.
âWhat?â He sits up straighter.
âI wanna make you cum so so bad, please just let me, I donât care how long you last.â You sound so horny that it makes Peterâs cock just that much harder in the way only happens when heâs with you, never when heâs alone.
âOkay. But try to go slow, I wanna enjoy it as long as I can.â
You smirk and he already knows youâll give it your all, but while he wants to enjoy it as long as possible, he also really wants to cum.
You wrap a hand around him, slapping his dick against your tongue a few times, putting on a show for him. But once you wrap your lips around him, thereâs no stopping you.
Peterâs skin glistens with a mixture of your spit and his precum and you keep taking him deeper and deeper until all of him disappears in your mouth. âFuuuck,â he groans, huffing with a smile, accepting that heâs about to cum.
You start going faster, your wet mouth making a loud, obscene sound against his skin. Peter lies down on his back, barely able to keep his noises in.
âGodâ oh my god. This is the best thing Iâve ever felt,â his mouth falls open as he cranes his neck to look at you taking his dick. He puts a hand on your head, feeling your every movement up and down his cock.
He cums right down your throat as soon you start moaning, mouth stuffed full of Peterâs dick. You taste the first few drops and then jerk him off so his cum lands on your cheek and the sight is so dirty yet so beautiful.
Youâre both panting when Peter is finished and youâre smiling at each other, in silent agreement that that was one of the hottest things you two have ever experienced. Your smile has something shy to it too, unsure how you look with Peterâs cum on your face.
But heâs looking at you with pure admiration, not believing how lucky he is for a bit before pulling you up to kiss you.
âWait, Pete, youâll get cuââ
âI donât care.â
He kisses your mouth, and tasting himself on you is the sexiest thing in the world. He kisses his cum off your skin, connecting your lips afterwards, his tongue in your mouth until the cum is gone.
He wipes his mouth, asking something heâs been thinking about for a while, and he canât go a second longer without it. âDo you wanna sit on my face?â
Youâre taking off your clothes before the question even fully leaves his mouth and he takes in the sight of the prettiest woman alive getting undressed in front of him, for him.
He licks his lips when you slip out of your panties, the holy place between your legs shiny with arousal thatâs started running down your thighs.
âYouâre so wet.. from going down on me?â He asks, grabbing your thighs as you come closer, straddling him.
You simply nod and while youâre making your way up Peterâs body thereâs a moment where your eyes meet for more than a few seconds. You donât say anything, thereâs just mutual appreciation and adoration for one another.
This is something good. Maybe itâs the best thing in the world. It is the best thing in the world.
âI love you,â he says, feeling so much more than those three simple words.
âI love you,â you say, your eyes holding such intensity that he doesnât think thereâs a single person in the world who has ever been as loved as Peter is by you.
He hopes heâs making you feel like the Goddess he sees you as, he adores every inch of you, all the things youâve ever said to him and every second heâs spent with you.
The moment feels like it goes on forever, and at some point, you both move your heads towards each other, lips meeting in a kiss.
He grabs your ass, ready to drown in your pussy and to make you cum as many times as you want.
âCan IâŠ?â You ask as you lower yourself.Â
Peter pulls you towards his face and makes love to you all night.Â
You spend the rest of the weekend in each otherâs arms, feeling like the luckiest people on earth and you probably are.
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a camboy!steve au
this installment contains: more smut!! more bonding!! more cute shit!!; camboy!steve; reader with a vagina; âprincessâ is used in reference to reader once; oral (reader receiving); slight bit of orgasm denial; steve tryna be a s*gar d*ddy; caring steve <3 like steve literally getting off on taking care of u đ«¶đ»
though this is written as part of a series, it can be read as a standalone fic!
authorâs note: we back gang đ«¶đ» i hope you enjoy this installment! i have a lot more ideas now of where i can take this au so excited to continue it :) and hopefully i will update it before 10 more months pass lmao
You assume, based on the way light filters in through your curtains, that itâs a little after 6 am.
And Steveâs still here.
Heâs curled up into your side. Hotter than a radiator but you never move away from him. Not even when youâre sweating from the proximity - of being near him, of holding him when heâs sleeping, vulnerable.
You can still feel the ache he left between your thighs.
Youâd stayed up for a while just talking. Admiring. It wasnât supposed to be a sleepover. But when Steve fell asleep halfway through talking about winning his senior year basketball championship, you couldnât possibly find it in your heart to wake him up. And at some point in the night his lonely fingers found your side and they havenât left since.
Robin was right. He does snore.
Youâre too wound up to fall back asleep. It feels like something life changing just happened and youâre not sure how to feel about it. Whatâs he going to say when he wakes up? What if he regrets it? And that cold, terrified grip holds on to your chest, heartbeat quickening.
Steve moans a little behind you. Not like how he sounded last night. Itâs innocent, tired, small. His arm pulls you in tighter and then he props himself up to stare at the side of your face.
You look over your shoulder at his messy hair, the little bit of scruff that grew in over his top lip overnight.
âYouâre so pretty,â he sighs, laying back down, pulling you in even closer. He kisses the junction of your shoulder and neck sweetly, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your ribcage.
You have to swallow an elated squeal.
âWhyâre you up?â his voice is deep, hoarse.
You smile, pushing back into him. âYou were snoring.â
He tickles you - well, tries to with his sleepy hands. âI donât snore.â
âOkay.â
Steve giggles - a sound youâve never heard in your life, one youâd like to cherish forever - and tucks his chin over your shoulder. âYou okay?â
You melt into his touch. Sweat beads at your hairline but you donât mind. âMhm.â
He sounds a little more concerned when he asks, âYou sure?â
âI promise.â You find his hand under the cover and lace your fingers through his. âIâm glad youâre here.â
He sighs, relieved. âMe, too.â
Youâre almost positive heâs fallen back to sleep. His breaths even, get a little shallow. But then he talks again. âCan yâsleep?â
âThink I might just be awake,â you whisper. âBut you can keep sleeping.â
âIâm up.â
You hum. âIâm not convinced.â
He rolls you over until youâre on your back, then props himself up above you. One hand finds your cheek and his sleepy eyes search yours for just a moment before he kisses you.
You have never cared less about morning breath.
Itâs like heâs touching you for the first time again. All tender and reserved. His thumb swipes across your hot cheekbone and he presses his nose against yours when he pulls back. âCould a sleepy guy do that?â
Youâre left a little speechless. You wish you had something funny and clever to say but youâre simply just enamored staring up at his soft face.
Steve looks like heâs thinking for a second, then says, âI can do more, you know.â
âIâm very aware.â
âYou want somethinâ?â His hand moves down your torso and rests at your hipbone, giving it a little squeeze. âYou did all the work last night.â
You feel just as you did last night - excited, scared, sick, overjoyed, ache-y. âThatâs not true,â you breathe.
Steve shrugs a shoulder. âWell, I donât mind doing the work.â
Youâre entranced. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your hips and he waits for you to say something, looking shy himself. You lick your lips subconsciously. âI donât mind you doing the work, either.â
He grins and you feel so stupid. But he doesnât give you a single moment to think of something better to say.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says softly. âIâd do anything for you. Anything you wanted.â
You nod dumbly.
He smiles a little, raising a brow slightly. âWhat do you want right now, sweetheart?â
Youâre looking at his lips and yeah, you want those. You want those in so many places. And that tongue - a ribbon of arousal tightens in your stomach. âI want you.â
âI know you can do better than that,â he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead. âYou want what?â
You canât speak, so you reach up and tap his lips with your fingers. Your face heats up when he kisses them. âYou want my mouth?â
You nod. âPlease?â
He kisses them again. âWhere do you want it?â
You swallow hard and spread your legs. Last night was intense but this is something else. Itâs six in the morning for Christâs sake. And he looks like he just walked out of a porn shoot.
âDown here?â he asks, finally tucking his thumb into the waistband of your underwear. âNeed my mouth on this pretty pussy?â
âPlease?â you repeat. You can hardly hear yourself.
Your fingers slide away from his lips as he moves down the bed, throwing the covers to the side for a good look at you. You just about die at the sight of him, hair messy and still so perfect, naked shoulders broad, biceps flexing as he props himself up. âHelp me out, huh, baby?â
You lift your hips for him to slide your underwear off. He places them neatly beside you on the bed, pats them twice with a wink. Whatever that means. You laugh, taking a moment to soak in the boy below you with his charm and gleaming eyes and freckles.
And then he parts your legs.
Your breaths hitch at the same time.
The air is cold on your center and you know youâre soaked. Embarrassingly so. But Steve is either indifferent or very much into it, because he says nothing, chestnut eyes trained on your core.
âThis okay?â he asks, tearing his eyes away and blinking up at your face.
You nod vigorously. âYeah, Steve.â
He turns his head to the side to kiss the inside of your thigh. It tickles. âCan you tell me what you want, please?â
You swallow hard, hands finding purchase on the sheets beneath you. âI want you to eat me out, Steve.â
He smiles softly and kisses up your thighs slowly. Occasionally heâll press open-mouthed kisses to the skin, watching you squirm while he slots himself between them. âWant to know a secret?â
You want to know them all. Every last one. âMhm.â
âIâve cum thinking about having you like this before.â Another open-mouthed kiss. âAll to myself.â Another. âTasting how sweet you are, feeling you cum on my tongue.â
Youâre more than breathless.
âThought about it when recording. Had to grit my teeth to not moan your name.â
You listen attentively, burning up.
âAnd I thought about it at work sometimes,â he admits sheepishly. âAbout bending you over⊠eating you out behind the counter⊠and then Iâd come home, set up my camera, and jerk off to it.â
Youâre panting by now, his soft lips inching closer and closer to where you need him. You must be making a mess on your bed.
âSo, if you think youâre a pervâŠ.â
He takes a moment to suck a hickey into your thigh and you finally whine, worked up to a boiling point.
âI thought about - about it, too.â
âYeah?â Steve sounds hopeful. He readjusts himself below you. Wraps his arms around the backs of your thighs, planting you in place.
It feels a little bit like youâre on a rollercoaster, waiting for the drop.
âIâve thought about everything with you.â
Inexplicably, Steveâs eyes both brighten and darken at once.
âIâll give everything to you.â
Itâs the most romantic goddamn thing anyoneâs ever said to you, and a second later heâs eating your cunt like itâs his last meal.
âOh -!â you gasp, hips jerking up. His strong arms hold you in place, keeps you still while he licks slowly up and down your folds. His tongue, hot and wet and thick, soothes the ache where he worked you open last night. Your head sinks into your pillow, unfocused eyes staring up at the pale blue light on your ceiling. âOh âŠ!â
âMhm,â he hums, licks so slow it almost kills you. Your clit throbs, hole clenching, desperate for his affections again. He pulls away, just for a moment, chin already slick and eyes the color of coffee. âYou taste so good.â
Steveâs lips wrap around your folds and he sucks. You gasp and arch your back but Steve pins you down again. He isnât keen on letting you get away from the worship you deserve. He pulls back to look at you again, at your glistening cunt and pleasure-dazed eyes. âOh, sweetheart. Hold on.â
And his hands reach upwards from where theyâre tucked under you. You reach for them, letting your hands interlace again. They lock into place and he squeezes sympathetically, like he knows heâs about to ruin you.
He doesnât pull any punches when he resumes. The tip of his tongue traces tight circles into your clit and you writhe again, back twisting, whining out for him. He moves slow and methodically and you wish he would just finish you off. Itâs almost torturous how gingerly he moves, even if thereâs a good reason for it.
Steve doesnât want to just make you feel good. He wants to devour you. He wants to dedicate the feeling of you, the taste of you, the sounds of your pleasure, all to memory.
And then he purses his lips and sucks on your clit.
Youâre so far gone. Eyes rolling back, legs tightening around his face. âOh my god Steeeeeeve!â
He giggles, but doesnât stop. Keeps his lips wrapped tight around you, keeps sucking. It makes a perverse noise, so dirty that it makes your stomach flip. Your eyes roll back painfully and just when itâs about to be too much he finally unlatches himself and soothes your swollen clit with a broad stroke of his tongue. He dips down, pushing his face into you to taper his tongue into your hole.
âOh my god, oh my god, fuckâŠ.â
The tip of his nose rubs against your clit steadily while he tastes you. âSo gorgeous,â he purrs, his breath fanning against your cunt. âYou ever taste yourself?â
âGod - no -â
Steve sighs like itâs a pity, then goes back to work. He moves where you need him, just as you need it, like heâs a mind reader. You twist and writhe in his grip before finally getting loose from his hands. Theyâre clammy as you reach for his hair, tugging just how he likes, and he quite literally growls as his efforts increase tenfold.
Little unhs are torn from your throat. Your eyes roll back and forth, hooded when you finally get the courage to steal a glance at him. His highlighted hair tangled up in your fingers, his back rippling, the veins on his hands popping just a bit as he pins you down. Heâs grinding his hips, too, and you moan over that - he loves eating you out so much heâs trying to get off on it.
Your heartbeat hammers in your ears.
âFingers,â you choke out, tugging on his locs. âFingers, please Steve?â
âYeah?â He pulls back, your grip loosening, and he lines his middle finger up with you. âYouâre such an angel, know that? Always sayinâ please.â
His fingertip teasing you is driving you to insanity. You swallow hard. âLetâs talk about it another time.â
He laughs again, white teeth gleaning. âWhatâs wrong? Pussyâs so empty, huh?â
You nod. âPlease, Iâll do anything for it.â
His smile turns a little evil. âOkay. Then hereâs whatâs going to happen.â
He slides his finger into you and you gasp. The pad of it settles right against your sweet spot. He crooks his finger just right and you moan loudly, needily, grinding your hips down.
Steve looks up at you with a little bit of awe and a lot of determination. âIâm going to pay for your rent âtil you find another job.â
âBut -â
Crooks his finger again, makes you cut yourself off with another moan. His other hand moves to your clit, rubbing slow circles into it.
âMhm, and Iâll get your groceries, too, and Iâll pay for our dates. Treat you like a princess because itâs what you deserve.â
âYou canât,â you reply hoarsely.
âLet me,â he breathes, âor I wonât let you cum.â
Your hands twist hard into your bedsheets. Steveâs fingers move slow, enough to keep your mind hazy, unable to think straight.
âNot fair,â you whimper.
âItâs not fair you lost your job,â he coos sympathetically.
You shake your head. âNot - not fair youâre h-helping.â
âI want to give you the world.â His eyes are soft, his fingers moving faster, calculated. âLet me.â
Your legs shake around his shoulders. âI - but I -â
His mouth replaces the thumb on your clit and youâre gone again. Nothing but a little toy for him to play with. Mind blank, focused on nothing but the coil in your stomach, his tongue swiping across your nub, his lips sucking, his finger curling.
âFuck.â Itâs all you can say.
âLet me,â he moans against your skin, panting a little. âLet me take care of you.â
âSteve, Steve, Steve, SteveâŠ.â
âSay yes.â His voice is rough, hoarse. âSay yes or you wonât cum, baby, ând I wanna see it, wanna see you cum again, please angel.â
Your mouth drops, pleasure and shame heightening in your stomach. You shouldnât let him. But you want taken care of. And if heâs begging for you to let him, why wouldnât you?
And, anyway, you really need to cum.
So you nod, mouth dropping open as your high comes to a head. âY- yes!â
If you could open your eyes, youâd see how happy Steve is. âYeah? Gonna let me?â
You nod again. âShit, Steve!â
âYeah, honey,â he grits, lips still tickling your clit, his finger working your sweet spot, his dick grinding into your bed. âSo goddamn pretty, let me taste you when you cum.â
His breath is loud when his mouth engulfs your pussy again. You gasp and reach for his hair, fisting it like itâll keep you tethered to reality. Your body goes stiff as you cum, clenching down on his finger so hard youâre both not sure how it doesnât break. Steve groans lowly, tongue and lips still unwavering, sucking your clit into ecstasy.
You feel so good, so taken care of, that you cry, hot tears spilling down your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. Bliss washes over you swiftly and leaves you warm and relaxed in his wake. It seems to last forever. Youâre breathless and dizzy by the time youâve calmed down, body going slack again.
Steve finally pulls himself away from you. A thick string of saliva connects you together. You moan at his flushed, wet cheeks.
âYouâre so good at that,â you pant.
He grins, pushes his hair back out of his face before crawling up towards you. Heâs quick to grab your chin and press a kiss to your lips. You taste yourself for the first time ever. And itâs hot, for no reason. Steve licks into your mouth with it before pulling back.
âYou like how that tastes?â he asks, playing with your bottom lip.
You look at him wide-eyed. âUh-huh.â
âMe, too. Know how much I love it?â
You shake your head.
âI just came in my boxers.â
You gasp, elated. âYou mean it?â
He scrunches his nose. âItâs really not that hot.â
âAre you kidding?â you whisper, reaching up for his face. âThatâs so goddamn hot, Steve.â
He groans, as if youâre kidding him, and rolls off to lay beside you. Youâre quick to stare at his crotch, mouth dropping at the stain spreading over the cotton. He pulls you into his chest before you can properly admire it, and bumps his nose against yours.
âYouâre gonna let me, right?â
Your brows furrow. âCum in your pants?â
âNo! I mean about taking care of you.â
âOh.â You almost forgot about all that. âItâs - youâre so nice, Steve, but my rentâs hundreds of dollars -â
âOkay?â
You narrow your eyes slightly. âAlright, donât brag.â
âItâs only fair. I owe you, remember? Since you paid for my porn?â
Like you could forget.
âAnd in some ways, youâre like a business partner.â
âHow?â
He kisses the tip of your nose. âI can assure you Iâve cum to the thought of you in at least half of my videos.â
If it were anyone else, youâd be disgusted, but itâs Steve. Dorky Steve whoâs holding you like youâre precious right now, who just sucked your brain out of your clit. Youâre a little flattered, in fact.
âYou said yes before,â he reminds you.
âI can take it back.â
He furrows his brows, frowns, hums like heâs thinking. âMmm, donât think so.â
âWell, I already came, soâŠ.â
âAngel,â he sighs, rolling you into your back, crowding back on top of you. His cock is still half hard against your core. âI can always make sure it doesnât happen again.â
You lick your lips, heart beating so fast it feels like itâs skipping. âOh, yeah? Donât think youâd last.â
He smiles and kisses your forehead. âYouâre right. I wouldnât.â
But he still leaves you a stack of hundreds on your bedside table when heâs about to go, refuses to take it back when you try shoving it into his hands.
âJust âtil you get another job,â he says softly, holding your wrists gently in his hands, the hundreds curled up in your fist. âLet me help âtil then, okay?â
âFine,â you whisper, still feeling ashamed.
You both have an idea for another job in mind, but neither of you say anything.
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today i was like hmm. what if steve got off on you praising yourself? and then i wrote this đ«¶đ»
reader with a vagina; reader called âgood girlâ; self praise; lovey sappy sex; bf!steve
Steveâs smothering you. Like, in every way he could. His body - a little broken, tired, strong - pushes you into the mattress. His lips wonât let yours go. And he just wonât shut the fuck up about you.
âSay it.â His white teeth clash against yours. âCâmon, say it.â
His cock ruts into your sweet spot. You canât breathe. You stare up into his mossy eyes when he finally pulls back, your brows furrowed nearly painfully. Begging with your eyes for him to give it up but not strong enough to say it. Because your body is also a little broken and tired and itâs not as strong as his, even if he wants to prove you wrong.
âPlease.â His voice cracks. He looks tearful and you canât understand why. Though you suppose youâd feel the same if he acted like this.
âPretty.â
Steve moans. Heâs getting off on it, hearing you praise yourself for once. âGood baby, s-so good, wanna hear it again.â
Youâre going to cry. Bottom lip trembling, you say it again. âIâm pretty.â
His throat bobs as he swallows, and he smiles big at you. âUh-huh, there you go.â
Heâs been teasing you for half an hour. Wouldnât give you anything until you finally admitted it. Just fucked you slow, pressed the head of his cock against your sweet spot, and waited. Until he was sweaty and you were trembling. Now he takes your leg from his hip and pushes it outwards, just a little, still bent at the knee. Watches your eyes roll back with a proud smile when his cock slides in deeper.
âTell me youâre an angel.â
Heâs grinded to a halt. Youâre still suffocating. It feels good. âIâm an angel.â
âLouder, honey.â Heâs begging you. Looking at you with such sweet and pitiful eyes you have no other recourse but to obey.
âIâm an angel,â you repeat, louder. âSteve, fuck me.â
âI will,â he shushes, pulling out and then pushing back in nice and slow. Makes you writhe. âNeed you to do somethinâ for me, âkay? Keep sayinâ those nice things about yourself. You stop, I stop.â
Is this what conditioning is? Itâs working. âLike - like what?â
Steve kisses your forehead gently. Handles you with care. âIâll tell you. Just gotta repeat after me. Okay? Can you do that?â
Your face is so hot, chest rising and falling rapidly. âI - o-okay.â
His pace picks up and it isnât even hard anymore. Not when youâre mindless on his cock, when heâs looking at you like youâre the creator of everything, when you know he loves you. If he fucks you like this long enough you might actually even start believing what youâre saying.
âIâm gorgeous.â
âIâm so good.â
âIâm soft.â
âIâm sweet.â
The words come out as hiccups between your breaths. And Steve devours every last one.
âThatâs my girl, what a good girl, huh?â He rubs his nose against yours. âSay it.â
You whine. âIâm a good girl.â
âYeah you are, shit,â he gasps. Grinds in real deep, grinding his pelvis into your clit. âI love you, sweetheart.â
Youâre so needy for it. âI love you, too.â
Steve laughs breathlessly. âYou just repeating that?â
Tears prick at your eyes again. You break out of the grip he has on your calf to hug him around the waist with to your legs. âI mean it, I love you.â
âI know you do,â he coos, hips slowing a little, makes you really feel him. Every inch. âShit, know you do, so good for me. Say it again, tell me youâre good for me.â
âIâm so good for you.â
Steve groans. âGoddamn right you are.â
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