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tommy shelby with glasses is peak dilfism

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how the fuck does he look so stylish and boyish and youthful and adorable and boyish and beautiful and adorable with that mushroom ass haircut

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I fully forgot I had this .. so here’s a little something for y’all lol

prompt: Jonathan calls you up after having a few drinks

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI), mentions of alcohol/intoxication, brief mentions of suicide, subby-ish Jonathan, phone sex, come eating

*not proofread & old as hell*

you’re abruptly awoken by the phone ringing. through squinted eyes, you peak at the clock sitting on top of your nightstand.

1:03 am flashes at you. who’s calling at this hour? you drag your body out of bed and trudge your way over to the living room where your home phone resides. once there, you drop to the couch and grab the phone, putting it up to your ear.

“hello?” you groan, you hear a small snicker on the other end.

“hiii babyyy!” they respond, clearly a little tipsy, you immediately recognize the voice.

it’s jonathan, your close friend, who had recently got placed into a psyche ward after attempting to kill himself. you hadn’t heard from him since he had told you the news. now here he is, ringing your phone at 1 am, while simultaneously dropping a “baby” bomb on you.

“jonathan?” you blurted, feeling yourself become a bit more awake, “what are you doing? why are you up? how do you even have access to a phone right now?”

he sighs into the phone, “me and toby sn- toby’s m’pal .. by the way .. we snuck out ‘n had a few drinks ..” his mumbles, “now ‘m allllll alone ..” he whines, dragging out the all to emphasize his loneliness, “oh ‘n about the phone .. since i’ve been so good they gave me a landline, cordless too, i mean they couldn’t give me a cord ‘cause i might wrap it around my neck, but it’s nifty!”

you roll your eyes. of course he’d do some shit like this. if it was any other friend, you would’ve told them bluntly that you’re not in the mood to talk, but jonathan was an exception right now. he was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, and his comment about wrapping the cord around his neck grounded you back into reality. you decided to chat with him for a while.

“is that so?” you reply, “how’d the night go?”

“fun!” he bubbled, “oh m’god .. me and toby .. my friend .. we saw this piss drunk guy fall in the street!” he giggles while recounting the incident. you giggle with him, not so much at the story, but at the fact that he felt the need to reiterate that he has a friend named toby.

“that sound very funny, jon, but shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?”

he whines, “‘m not tired! plus i’ve been thinking about you .. that’s why i called .. wanted to hear your voice ..”

oh?

“why’d you wanna hear my voice? you miss me that much?” you joke, relaxing more into the couch. he hums, “jus’ like how it sounds ..”

“well. you woke me up, and i don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep, so you’re welcome to listen to my voice for a while.” you chuckle softly, not thinking too heavily about his intentions. he’s drunk, after all.

“hmm ..” he mumbles in approval, “can you jus’ talk? tell me about your day, love ..”

your brows furrow a bit at the request, but you oblige.

“i didn’t do too much .. just showered .. picked up a bit .. it was nice though.”

he groans quietly at you mentioning showering.

“mmh .. wards got no nice soaps .. i like how your soaps smell. always smellin’ so good ..” he murmurs, through the phone you can hear some minor rustling, but you assume it’s just jonathan drunkenly tossing and turning.

you laugh at his odd compliment, “you think i smell nice?”

“oh, i think a lot of you s’nice, darling.” he assures, his breathing becoming heavier

“what else about me is nice, jonathan?” you ask, thinking he’ll say something corny like your humour or your personality.

“that face f’yours .. gorgeous ..” he giggles and huffs, “‘n that body .. maybe it’s ’cause ‘m all alone .. ‘n a bit tipsy .. but i can’t stop thinkin’ about touchin’ you ..”

oh.

you’re not too sure what to say. you’ve been friends with jonathan for years, you would have never assumed that he wanted you that way. jonathan was very attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him in a sexual way before.

“jonathan ..” you reply calmly, “i think you’re just drunk and confused, how about we talk more tomorrow? you can call me when-“

he whines, “no, baby, ‘m sorry .. i’ve just wanted you .. for so long ..” he hums as his breathing becomes louder, “‘n now .. just your voice got me s’hard ..”

you pause, listening to jonathan, you still hear the shuffling and his breathing. occasionally he whines a few times, is he touching himself?

“jon, are you .. getting off right now?”

he chuckles, “s’hard .. mmh .. thought i might faint.”

you hate to admit it, but hearing jonathan’s neediness got you a little worked up. knowing he was hard just from your voice ignited some interesting feelings from within you.

as your mind is racing, jonathan speaks, “if i w’s there .. would y’touch me?”

your heart begins to pound, his words have become more direct. he’s not just rambling about how he feels, he wants to know how you feel. you slip one of your hands into your panties, feeling how slick you’ve become from jonathan’s words. you might as well get yourself off as well.

instead of answering, you flip the question. “i’m wondering what you’d do if i was there.” you laugh breathily as you gently rub your clit. jonathan whines into the phone, “god, baby, s’filthy. y’don’t even wanna know ..”

“tell me. i want to hear it.” you pry as you become more aroused, hearing jonathan moan weakly at his own thoughts.

“mmh .. wanna eat your cunt .. make y’come at least once on m’face ..” he groans, “wanna fuck you. raw. make y’shake ‘n cry from my cock. wanna make that cunt feel so so good.”

jesus. really didn’t take much convincing for him to spill his thoughts. you bite your lip at his words, hearing his fantasies made you blush embarrassingly hard.

“hm .. yeah?” you moan into the phone, rubbing your clit at a quicker pace

“‘n i wanna eat you again after my cocks been ‘nside you .. lick up our come ..” jonathan gasps, through the phone you can hear him fisting his now slick cock. “then i wanna kiss you when m’done ..” he adds, chuckling a bit.

“god ..” you sigh, “you are filthy.”

you’re finding it difficult to hold back your moans, you almost want jonathan to hear them at this point.

“you .. you got me all wet, jon ..” you admit a bit awkwardly, you’ve never had phone sex before, but you don’t think jonathan will notice.

he whimpers “are y’touching yourself, baby?”

“yeah .. yeah i am ..” you purr, sliding a finger inside yourself and moaning softly as you plunge it in and out.

“jesus, fuck ..” he huffs, “you rubbin’ your clit? or fingering yourself?”

“i’m doing both .. switchin’ every now and then ..” you coo, adding a second finger inside. you hiss slightly at the change, but your cunt quickly adapts and accepts the second finger.

“mmh!” jonathan moans, “s’hot, knowing you’ve got y’fingers all over that pussy .. you sensitive, baby?”

he’s really into calling you baby. although it feels foreign, you’re not opposed to it at all.

“yeah .. a bit ..” you chuckle breathlessly as you remove your slick fingers out and bring them back to your clit.

“oh, fuck ..” he whimpers loudly, “baby, baby, ‘m not gonna last- m’sorry ..”

you could tell from jonathan’s tone and desperate little whimpers that he was close, he didn’t need to tell you, but it’s kind of nice that he at least let you know.

“that’s okay, come jon. show me how good it feels.” you purr. he can’t physically show you, but he can verbalize it, and he does.

“mmf- fuck, baby, ‘m comin’-“ he moans loudly, you’re worried other people in the ward might hear him.

“that’s it, come on yourself jon, good boy.” you encourage, you’re almost surprised that you called him a good boy, you never expected that to slip out.

his moans dwindle into small little whimpers as he rides out the orgasm, huffing quietly once he’s come down.

“‘m all messy, baby ..” he giggles,

“poor thing, you gonna clean yourself up?” you hum to tease.

“mhm .. nice ‘n clean ..” he mumbles as you hear him making small sucking and licking noises,

“jon, are you licking up your come?” you nearly chuckle at him,

“well no one’s ‘ere to do it for me ..” he whines, continuing to lick away his come.

“jesus. dirty, dirty boy.” you scold playfully, toying with your clit again.

“‘m a dirty boy ..” he repeats while yawning, “dirty boy.”

“you tired?” you ask softly,

“mmh, yeah, little bit ..” he mumbles,

“how about you get some sleep and we talk more tomorrow, all right?”

“mmh.. but i wanna talk ..” he groans,

you laugh weakly at his determination, “i’ll be here tomorrow. trust me. get some sleep. we can talk when you’re more awake and sober.”

“fine .. g’night baby. sweet dreams.” he gives in, yawning again

“sleep well, jonathan.” you close before hanging up. as you place the phone down, you’re left with silence and your thoughts. you decide you might as well get yourself off, and you do, you come in your pants to the thought of jonathan’s whimpers and moans. then, you clean yourself off before heading back to bed.

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Not to jinx myself … but I am currently writing. Send me good energy yall please

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‘Thomas, why don’t we fսck here, on these benches? Right now. We wouldn’t be the first.’

Peaky Blinders | 6.06 “Lock and Key”

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source: edgenights on instagram

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Lies Travel Faster..

Request from @elenavampire21

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Could I ask for a Tommy gif using this picture. You and Tommy have been close friends and is working at the garrison and both have been scared to admit they love each other. You feel sad when one day grace is flirting with tommy . That night when it’s just you and Tommy he ensures that it’s only you he loves and both end up having sex .

@zablife has written a fantastic version of this request. You can read it here

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to enter The Garrison. Pausing, you checked your watch again, ten minutes early for your shift. Damn it. You didn't want to have to make conversation, with her. Her fake laugh just irritated you, the way she watched your every move. Followed you around, trying to befriend you.

You didn't want her as a friend.

The way you saw it was, she was your number one enemy. Bit harsh maybe? No... fuck it. She had swooped in, taken half of your shifts. Taking Tommy's attention away from you. Everyday you had day dreamed, of pouring the drip trays over her perfect blonde hair. Would she be laughing then? No...

Deciding you couldn't delay any longer, you pushed the heavy door open. Two pairs of eyes, stopping their conversation to look at you. Grace with her smug grin dropping, when she realised it was you.

Tommy Shelby's girl, so everyone thought. But no, you were just friends. Sadly... he would never see you, as anything more.

Leaning against the bar, you let your eyes drift to his pert ass. Pausing taking a sip of his whiskey, he smiled over to you.

"Here she is, the one and only Y/n Y/L/N," he winked, lifting his arm for you to greet him.

It was just how you were with each other. Flirting, Ada would say. It was just being friendly, that was all. Standing beside him, you placed your bag onto the counter. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he kissed your cheek.

"The one and only?" you laughed, staring into his eyes. Instantly feeling happier. "Surely one is enough, Tommy?"

"It is for me," he answered, "You working now?"

Grace hovered behind the bar, taking her time to fold the cloth. "Four minutes to be precise," you smiled at him, slipping out of his grasp to hang your coat in the back room. Eurgh, you could smell her perfume from here. What was it? Tart? with a hint of man stealer?

"Stop it, Y/n," you chastised yourself. Be the better person, as your mother always told you. Treat others how you want to be treated.

Stepping behind the bar, you squeezed past her. There it was, the irritating giggle at something Tommy had said. He was hardly a comedian.

"Evening Y/n," she remarked.

"Grace," you forced a smile, standing beside her.

"Can I offer you anything else before I go, Mr Shelby?" she questioned, leaning forward over the bar. Fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Like what? Your tits? You wanted to retort.

"Nah, Y/n will look after me, I'm sure, eh?" he replied, watching you start to clean the glasses.

"Yeah, you can go, Grace. You look tired," you responded, brushing past her.

Reaching for the cloth. Hearing Tommy chuckle, you ignored him. Continuing with your work, anger bubbling. Leaving to fetch her coat and bag, you heard Grace call goodbye. Before the heavy door fell shut once again.

"Y/n Y/L/N, tut, tut," Tommy spoke, as he lit a cigarette. "Where's your manners, ey? I think you upset our dear barmaid,"

Looking at him briefly, you rolled your eyes. Before taking the small ladder, to climb up the the top shelf. "She will get over it," you sighed, hearing the clip clop of Tommy's shoes, coming behind the bar. His cigarette smoke following him.

"What's up with you, ey?" he questioned, looking up at you, on the ladder. The shape of your curves visible, making the blood rush to his cock. "You not like her?"

Briefly glancing down at him, you tried to remain angry. His baby blue eyes gazing up at you, hair tousled from a long day. Blowing the smoke up to the ceiling. Just looking so fuckable.

"No... I don't," you replied, "She's fake," Reaching up again, to put the whiskey back. You wobbled on the ladder, "Shit," you gasped, grasping onto the shelf.

Climbing onto the ladder behind you, Tommy held your waist.

"Come on, climb down before you fall," The heat of his skin, could be felt through your thin dress. Without warning he lifted you, holding you tightly, before placing you on the bar counter.

"I've got you," he whispered, eyes flitting towards your lips.

"I wasn't going to fall," was all you could think of saying. He was now stood in between your legs, still holding your waist. The chemistry between you was electric.

"Grace..." he started, tucking your hair behind your ear, fingertips tracing along your cheek.

"Tommy, seriously?" you answered, trying to push him away. His strong hands stopping you.

"Just listen, hmm?" he pleaded, his lips landing on yours, catching you off guard. Holding them against yours, feeling like they belonged there. That he was meant to kiss you. Taking your breath away.

“Grace means nothing to me, she’s nothing to me. She works for me, that’s it. You….” Grabbing your hips, he pulled you further to him. Bodies moulding together.

“Are the one… the one I love,” There, he had said it, said the words out loud, he had confessed. Finally! After Polly being in his ear, for the past six months.

She was convinced you felt the same.

"You do?" you whispered, looking up at him, willing him to say it again.

Reaching behind you, he stubbed out his cigarette. Holding your face gently, nose brushing against yours. "Y/N Y/L/N, you are a beautiful, fierce, loyal woman. And I love you, I want us to be together,"

The ticking of the clock in the background could be heard, as silence descended. Tommy eagerly awaiting your answer.

"I love you too, Thomas Shelby, always have," you confessed, a smile spreading across your face. Feeling relief that he felt the same as you. "Kiss me again," Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm taking you home, and I'm gonna do more than kiss you, eh," he warned you, nibbling at your neck.

"Ah god, Tommy, keep going," you screamed, as he thrust into you. Your second orgasm fast approaching, his hips rolling into your, lips connecting.

"Will you be mine, Y/n?" he asked, lips brushing against yours. Before upping his speed again, fucking you so deep and hard.

"Yes, yes," you screamed, answering his question as you came undone again.....

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no thoughts just riding steve after a stressful day at work

smut 18+, mentions of alcohol, adorable boyfriend steve, reader on top, penetration

You’re still cursing as you swing the apartment door open, letting it close in a much harsher fashion than normal. You had spent the entire day irritated. Your boss, your coworkers, and even your clients had managed to piss you off. You kick your heel off, letting them fly into the corner by the door as you head to the kitchen.

You had spent the car ride practically dreaming about the wine you were about to have. The glass has barely touched your lips when a voice perks up.

“Tough day?” Steve calls from the couch, reading glasses perched on his nose and a book in hand. Something in you melts when you see him and your feet carry you over to him on instinct.

He sets the book down as you climb into his lap, putting your wine glass next to his kicked up feet on the table.

“It was horrible.” He rubs your back as you lay your head on his shoulder, taking a few breaths. You don’t wanna direct your anger to Steve so you have to calm down just a little.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” His fingers tangle with yours as you sit up to face him. Steve has always been pretty, you knew that the day you met him, but he was especially gorgeous on nights like this. Maybe it was the pure domesticity of it. Your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, sitting on your couch in his pyjamas on a Friday night. You almost couldn’t believe it.

“I’m just glad you’re here.” You relax against him once more.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His big hands rub up and down the exposed skin of your legs.

“Honestly it was so stressful just talking about it might piss me off again.” You mumble against his neck.

“Do you wanna talk about it while you ride me? That always works wonders for your stress.” You can hear the smile in his voice but the offer is sincere.

“Yeah?” You confirm, already excited at the idea.

“Go ahead sweetheart.” He winks as you shift his pants down just enough to reveal his cock. He’s already half hard so it only takes a few strokes to get him ready.

Ever the gentleman, Steve is already bunching your pencil skirt around your waist, eyes dark behind his glasses when he sees your red thong.

“What’s this?” He plays with the fabric over your hip, licking his lips.

“It doesn’t show panty lines.” You smile as you sit up and pull the fabric to the side to take the tip of his cock.

Steve is big. Bigger than most, so riding him is usually a challenge. Luckily, it’s one that you’re always up for.

“There you go baby…” He groans as you sink down on him, already soaked.

“God this is exactly what I needed.” You moan as you start to move up and down. You take it nice and slow, letting yourself adjust. There’s no urgency in your movements. You have all the time in the world.

“So, what pissed you off?” Steve kisses along your collarbone between words, making you giggle at the sensation.

“Just-just my coworkers being stupid. Can you believe Danielle didn’t overnight the contracts I gave her? Then Mr. Zelleman got mad at me for it! It was so-so stupid.” As Steve helps you move up and down on him, you start to care less and less about work and more about how incredible his cock feels.

“So stupid…” He mumbles in agreement, kissing at your neck in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. You can’t be bothered about it though, as you start to move faster. Your stomach tightens in a very familiar way. Steve’s hands tighten their grip on yours, hips jutting up to meet your own. You press your lips against his desperately as your orgasm hits you. Pleasure that you can hardly contain shoots through you as the warmth of Steve’s orgasm fills you. As the euphoria fades, so does your energy.

You slump against Steve’s chest, his arms coming around to hug you. There’s not a thought in your head as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He asks.

“…About what?”

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JOE KEERY for Flaunt Magazine (2017)

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projecting my own kinks here but the thought of messy tongue kissing with steve and/or eddie (taking turns!?!? bye) while they make you cum, absolutely sends me FERAL 👹

SMUT 18+ below

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Your chest was heaving, mouth parted and ready for more messy kisses, your head craning to each boy’s mouths, taking turns in kissing them, your heart impossibly full and thumping in your chest.

It was Steve’s turn now, and with big hands, he cradled your face, thumbs mindlessly rubbing at your flushed cheeks before kissing you with an open mouth, his tongue slipping messily inside, running along your teeth and sucking your tongue between his swollen lips.

Eddie made himself busy, lighting up another joint he had rolled, inhaling the smoke with heavy lids while he watched the two of you— his cock was hard, bulging from under his jeans, bordering uncomfortable and he pushed the heel of his palm into his crotch to ease the pressure.

“Come on, Harrington, stop hogging her.” Eddie scowled, wrapping his fingers loosely around your neck as leverage to tug you towards him— a sharp smacking sound came from your lips when they broke away from the kiss.

“Such a greedy girl,” he hummed, licking a stripe up your cheek and pecking the corner of your mouth, “kissin’ two boys at the same time? Little slutty, don’t ya think, sweetheart?”

You whined, clutching at his jean jacket, moaning into his mouth when he pressed his lips against yours, gliding easily with the amount of spit that covered your pretty lips.

“She’s not slutty,” Steve scoffed, pulling you back towards him, pressing chaste little kisses along your cheeks and a small one to the tip of your nose. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, honey? Jus’ wanna make us feel good, don’t ya?”

You nodded, your poor clit throbbing at his cooing, fluttering your lashes up at him as if butter wouldn’t melt, nuzzling your nose into his cheek at his continued kisses.

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sunkissed

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: soft morning sex w steve <3

warnings: cursing, fluff, clingy!steve, established relationship, smut, praise, tipsy sex, oral (f receiving), penetration, no protection use

an: today (apr. 14) is the day steve and sunshine met ;) so i wrote something a lil special for them. hope you guys enjoy! *minors dni*

wc: 4.1k

steve and sunshine’s timeline

It couldn't have been later than six a.m. The waking sun shed an amber light that tinted your white sheer curtains, as they gently swayed in the brisk morning breeze. The wind blew harshly at times, prompting the sleepy boy next to you to nuzzle desperately closer to your heated touch. His lush, chocolate hair tickled your cheek as his head rested softly against yours when he abandoned his own pillow.

A freckled arm held you tightly against him as he spooned you, a breath that still smelled of beer and some other alcohol fanning your cheek. Usually, you recoil at the sour stench of liquor on people, but you couldn't help but to find it a bit endearing at the moment.

It was Steve after all. You found countless things about him endearing. Even his smelly little morning alcohol breath.

Sailing curious, feather-like fingers across his tanned skin that shined in the golden light, you stared at him in awe. His neck was still littered with stains of your lipstick from where you kissed him the night before. If you weren't so comfortable where you laid, trapped in this blanket of Steve, you'd rush to sneak a picture on your polaroid.

You knew exactly which one of your purses you'd want to keep the picture in too. It was only fair seeing as he kept his own photo of you in his wallet. And another on the dashboard of his BMW. And another on his bedside table.

It began getting hard to keep track of them all. Steve didn't mind though. When Steve would be having a less than ideal day, a rare but not uncommon occurrence, he couldn't avoid the grim ache of how much he missed you. It was such a treat when he would randomly stumble upon a picture of you somewhere, powerless against the blush and smile that would come.

The brightness of your room was blinding and unforgiving to the headache your hangover brought. Your hazy eyes stung when you tried to ogle the sunrise but you willingly gazed anyway. The sky was a gentle blue, cloudless, and full of melodic birds.

The moon still sat high and mighty, glowing, as it was being kissed by the sun's light.

It was such a breathtaking sight. A needle of guilt pricked you when you realized that you were witnessing it all alone.

Your fingers twitched when you thought about waking Steve, but he just looked too peaceful sleeping like this; lips puffy and dry from all his snoring and sleepy mumbles— hair perfectly untamed. Some rogue strands fell over his eyes, enticing you to gently sweep them behind his ears, careful not to wake him.

He groaned when you were unable to resist scratching at his scalp, eyebrows furrowing as his tired eyes failed to stay open. Not careful enough, apparently. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," you apologized in a hushed tone, apologetic smile to match.

"That's alright," he mumbled through a small grin, exhaustion weighing his voice down. Unfolding his body from the curled position he was in, his body tensed when he full-body stretched. You loved watching Steve wake up. It was like watching a flower bloom in real time. "What time is it?"

"Almost six," you responded after taking a glance at the dainty clock hung above your vanity. Steve's eyes widened as if he was startled. "Jesus, why're you up so early," you think you hear him say through his yawn. He laid his head down on your chest when he settled.

The hair that draped over his face was pushed back by your fingers so you could admire his lengthy eyelashes from this angle. "Maybe because somebody wouldn't stop kicking me in his sleep," you quipped, poking a finger at his side.

He scoffed in return before adjusting his head to stare back at you, "Well, I hope you find the guy who did that because I, personally, do not kick in my sleep."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, tell that to my leg." Steve shrugged as if you insisted on the matter, tossing the duvet over his head before trailing down to your legs. "What're you-"

The question was cut off with a muttered, "I do not kick in my sleep." He prodded at your thigh after each word to accentuate his (false) statement. Giggling at him, you waited for him to return from under the covers but he didn't move. It fell a bit quiet even. "Did ya get lost down there, Harrington?"

"Something like that," soft, sedative kisses to your hip punctuated his reply. It was so easy to be distracted once he had this view of you. Plump thighs that he wanted to sink his teeth into, stomach that he wanted to pepper kisses on, and a tempting honeypot that made his mouth water, on full display for him.

It was a trap that he unintentionally fell into, but was fully delighted to be in, nonetheless. You lifted the duvet from over his head, tittering at the mischievous grin on his face.

Pushing the oversized white shirt that belonged to Steve once upon a time above your belly button, he found comfort between your legs. A knot in the pit of your stomach formed at the tasty mix of curiosity and anticipation manifesting from all that was unfolding.

With booze still lingering in your system, your body was more sensitive than usual. Every little touch Steve gave you sparked electricity along your skin and, greedily, your body chased the sensation each time, clearly unable to stave off its hunger.

His hair tickled you dangerously close to your core and your body seemed to have a mind of its own, hips bucking up on his face involuntarily.

He simply smirked at you, indiscreetly relishing in the way you reacted to him so easily. So needily. Grabbing at your waist, the pads of his fingers pressed hard onto you, and you were sure the two of you would fuse. Your eyebrows pinched themselves together, tighter and tighter, the more impatient you became, mumbled pleas stumbling out of your lips.

Steve reluctantly broke eye contact with you to look down at your heated core that he was certain was desperate for his attention.

Pinning your lower half to the mattress, he left a few taunting pecks to your lacy underwear, loving the way your puffy lips felt against his mouth. A low groan eluded Steve when your nails tugged lightly at his roots after clutching a handful of his hair. The vibration from the sound was like a dull shock to your pulsating cunt.

As if the kisses weren't egging you on enough, the tip of his tongue started flitting about, sweetly licking at your clit and in between your folds. His movements were slow and calculated; giving you just enough but leaving much to be desired, all at once. It was becoming unbearable.

Any discipline you had left in you was long gone.

With one hand gripping Steve’s hair and the other twisting at a stiffened nipple, you tried to keep yourself steady as you grinded yourself against Steve’s face while quiet moans fell from your lips.

His tongue had quit its dance and he wasn’t kissing where you needed him anymore. Instead, he grinned; gawking at you through his eyelashes as you selfishly didn't stop using his face to get what you wanted.

It's almost too much to look at him.

His cock twitched and strained against his boxers, savoring the way you were getting so lost in pleasure. Steve caught how you struggled to maintain eye contact with him whilst you shamelessly flaunted your lack of self restraint.

The pillow by your head fell victim to the squeezing and kneading trap of your hand, helping to keep you grounded. Soft whimpers that poked through the silence of the room were nothing short of music to his ears. Steve always found himself captivated when you got like this. You were so hot.

It’s almost too much to look at you.

"Steve," you fussed. "It's too early to be teasing me like this." Though you were being sincere, you laughed a bit amid your desperation. Steve's carelessness to shave for the past few days left stubble on his jaw and the friction it gave you against your soaked panties was too enthralling.

"Never too early for that," he laughed, tracing a finger along the intricate patterns of your racy bottoms, "but anything for my princess."

He could never say no to you. There were no bounds to what his angel deserved. Your body was hungry and his mouth was thirsty.

Fingers wrapped around the hem of the flimsy material, he unveiled your needy core to his even needier mouth. He drew his own undergarments down with a single hand, the other finding your waist as he settled himself between the sweet temptation of your legs once more.

Steve garnered a mouthful of saliva before slowly spilling it onto your cunt. He watched, mouth agape, as it crept, long, wet and sloppy from the top of your sex to the bottom. It blended in seamlessly with all the arousal pooling around your folds and dripping down your ass.

A reflexive moan slipped from you when he blew cool air onto it, the sensitivity making your body react. He hummed, staring intently at your gorgeous, sopping hole. Any minute now, he was going to be drooling all over himself.

He dotted smooches to your bikini line, addicted to how the sounds you made practically begged him to ease the burden between your legs. Tongue swiping across his lips as if he was starved, he was certain that you were the most appetizing thing he had ever laid eyes on.

His dark, lustful eyes never left yours while he laid his tongue flat against your vagina, a pleased sigh luring itself out at the taste. The sudden contact hoisted your body off the bed.

Steve's eyes flutter shut when you let out the prettiest moan for him. It only drives him to devour you deeper, completely determined to lap up every drop of your nectar. He was already eager to feel you clench and shake against him as you came. The thought alone sent his body to grind his erection against the firm bed.

The satin sheets you dressed your mattress in were smooth and kind of cold on his cock.

Watching Steve like this was so hypnotizing. Him embraced by your thighs, hair wild, eyebrows knitted with threads of lust and focus, chin soaked from making out with your pussy, and fucking himself on your bed from how feral he was; it was all so dirty it left you speechless.

He didn't even have to touch you, really. Just seeing him be so primal was enough to leave you a moaning mess. Brainless for him. Fuck.

Steve's tongue instantly lands on your clit when he goes to tease it, being so familiar with your body and all. He was so hooked on the way you tasted, that he would eat you for hours on end, if you'd let him. He didn't tire. Steve loved the way he could send you into a frenzy with just his tongue. He got so much pleasure from seeing you in pleasure. It was so fucking sexy.

You were already close to your peak considering how aroused and needy you'd been for the past few minutes. Whining when he unlatched from you, he hushed you, running a thumb from your clit down to your entrance.

He didn't warn you before slipping in his long, slender pointer finger and you both let out a satisfied groan. While you moaned at the penetration, Steve moaned at the way your warm, dripping cunt easily dragged him in, gripping his digit. He used his hand to help you reach the high he knew was coming, curling and pumping in and out of you just the way you liked.

His mouth wasn't done with you yet, though.

Steve's tongue was frantic and slippery across your wetness. Your fingers were lost and running amuck in his brunette tresses as you struggled to cling onto reality. Legs trembling and chest heaving as your breathing got rapid, "Steve, Steve, Steve," tore out of you as if it was the only word in your vocabulary.

You didn't have to say anything else. He knew exactly what time it was.

"Mhm," he hums into you. The resonance from his voice tickles your clit perfectly and it's what you need to launch you over the edge. You slipped into a deep pool of euphoria, completely coming undone for him.

Both of your shaky hands held Steve's head firmly against you, giving him nowhere to go but right where you needed him. "Let it go, baby. Give it all to me," his muffled voice wavered a little as he coaxed you delicately.

If your hangover wasn't already making you dizzy enough, then Steve definitely was.

"That's it," he insisted, sweeping a comforting hand along your hips, "Just ride it out for me." His thrusts against the bed nearly brought him to an orgasm of his own but he was determined to save it for you. The way your hole pulsated, it was like it was calling for Steve to fill it.

The tight hold you had on his hair loosened as he crept his way up your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind the further he got.

His face was soaked and covered in an elixir of his spit and your juices, and some of it found solace on your own face when he leaned down to kiss you. The lewdness of it all turned you on more if that was even possible. His smile at you was dopey and naughty and it's wildly infectious.

"How're you feelin'?"

"Dizzy," you confessed, tucking some of his hair behind his ear though it doesn't make it look much neater. Concern straightened Steve's face in the blink of an eye, "Good dizzy or bad dizzy?" The pads of his fingers rushed to your temple to sooth you.

"Good dizzy, for sure," you kissed at his flushed, puffy lips in pure bliss. "Such a good dizzy," your hand trailed down from his stomach to his throbbing member. He was so hard it made you gasp. Steve tended to be harder than usual in the mornings, but this was different.

"You're so hard, oh my God," giggling against his lips, you stroked him agonizingly slow and steady.

"Well, duh. Prettiest girl in the world just came all over my face. How could I not be this hard for you?" His words hitched in his throat when your thumb spread his precum across the tip of his cock, groans rushing out of him.

He thrusted into your hand eagerly, but you soon stopped your movements, much to Steve's dismay. "God, you're such a little tease," he dropped his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the flirty perfume that still dwelled on your skin.

From your ear to your collarbone, he showered you in open-mouthed kisses, whimpers and throaty hums pouring out when he grinded himself against your velvety ass like a dog in heat.

You could tell how badly he needed you.

"And you're such a little hypocrite," a smile played at your lips, "but you're lucky. 'Cause I need you just as bad," you purred, stretching your leg behind his waist, bringing Steve to hold up your knee.

He slapped his cock on your entrance a number of times before running it along your folds, coating himself in your dripping mess. A hearty moan from you set off sparks in Steve's chest when he plunged his hard length into you.

Your pussy welcomed him in with open arms, surely not wanting him to leave as it gripped him tightly when he pulled out only to thrust right back into you.

His and your moans harmonized as you both reveled in the fervor. A hand flew to the back of Steve's head and held him there, loving the way he stretched you so perfectly. His cock was just the way you liked it; thick and veiny in such a way that it caressed your walls inexplicably well. It's a sensation so good that it makes your mind happily go blank and numb.

You were completely at Steve's mercy.

Steve caught your lips when they fell ajar, kissing you deeply. His head went fuzzy when you moaned shamelessly into his mouth, tongues colliding. Your racing pulse thumped against his fingers as he held you by your neck. Pulling away from the kiss, he slid his hand down your chest and stopped right where your heart beat, reminding you to breathe.

Still, his cock trucked in and out of you at a pace that was so delicious. It wasn't too fast and was in no way slow. It was exactly what you both needed.

"Shit, you feel so good."

Droning, you were unable to form any words other than fuck, yes, and Steve. Your mind, body, and soul was burning with a desire and yearn for him. Eyelids low and flickering, you put up a fight to keep your eyes from closing so that you could cherish this sight of him.

Sweeping back his hair, his eyes fluttered shut when you rubbed at his ear, knowing that he liked it so much when you did that, especially in moments like these. Steve loved the way you felt around him, of course, but it was the little intimate touches that really drove him over the edge. Steve wanted to stay here forever.

Your t-shirt bunched up around your chest, leaving your bouncing breasts on full display for him. Your face pulled against his, breath fanning his face as you mewled and moaned and begged. Pleading, glimmering eyes never leaving him. God, how scenic. You were so dreamy. Steve almost wasn't sure if he was still asleep or not.

You grinded yourself back against him, husky moans sounding from the boy that was making you feel so fucking good. Every hard thrust he gave, teased that little sensitive spot inside of you, and you swore you were in some sort of heaven. You cried out, back curving in ecstasy.

"There it is, yeah," he grunted, resting his hand on the spot where your back arched. "Right there, baby?"

Nodding your head hurriedly, a plethora of "yeah"s tripped out of your lips. He thrusted into your dripping core relentlessly, feeling you clench around him tightly. Your eyes were screwed shut and your legs were shaking like leaves in wind.

That, coupled with the gratification Steve was giving himself earlier, he already knew he wasn't going to last much longer but he needed to see you cum again one more time. At least.

His hand ran down your sweaty frame to where your bodies met, drawing circles at your clit.

"I love that. I love this," he praised the way you clenched around his shaft whenever he touched your clit while he was inside of you. It was wildly addicting. Steve couldn't put into words how heavenly you truly felt. He couldn't believe that you were his.

The moans you let out were breathy and frequent, a sure sign that you weren't far behind your climax either.

"You sound so pretty, baby," he whimpered, nudging his head so that his ear was pressed to your lips, not wanting to miss a single little noise you made for him. His clumsy fingers worked tirelessly at your clit. You held onto his wrist as you became consumed by bliss.

His and your hips collide when you buck yourself back against him as your cunt choked down on his cock, body writhing. If you carried on like this, soon you'd be seeing stars.

It's a nirvana that your past lovers were never able to take you to. Not the way Steve could. Steve loved watching you cum. He'd do anything to get you to cum.

"F-Fuck, that's so good. You're doing so good, sunshine. You're so fucking pretty like this. It’s unreal. Holy shit," he babbled. If Steve didn't stop now, he'd surely explode.

While riding out your orgasm, you felt him go suddenly absent. "Why'd you pull out," you whined, head falling back onto your pillow in protest. But trust him, it's the last thing that he wanted to do.

"Because I was about to fucking cum," he whined back, laughing a bit as he squeezed the base of his raging cock. "When you cum you get so tight. It feels so fucking good, you have no idea, baby," he cooed, rushing back into you, already missing your warmth.

After your two orgasms, your hole was impossibly wet and hot and Steve's dick was absolutely drowning. It doesn't take Steve much to utterly crumble. He was now at your mercy, all whiny and needy and desperate for you, fucking you faster and deeper than before. His gaze never dared to leave your face. You were so beautiful it made his chest ache.

If there were a textbook solely dedicated to beauty, there was no doubt in Steve's head that you'd be plastered all over it. Just look at you.

"How're you so perfect, huh? Why are you so perfect? It's not fair, baby, I swear," his thrusts were becoming sloppy and offbeat. "You could get away with anything with a face like this." Steve Harrington. The king of praise. If his cock or mouth couldn't make you cum, his words surely could.

"You gonna cum for me, Steve?" His forehead dropped onto yours as he nodded, beads of sweat falling on your face and you can't say that you mind at all.

Steve loved having you under him like this. Loved having his hands laced through yours on either side of your head, your legs wrapped tight around him, keeping him in. Loved being able to lower his head just a few centimeters to have his lips clash with yours. He just wanted to kiss you and love you and fuck you like this all damn the time.

"Oh, baby." His mouth falls open as whimpers and moans and groans spill everywhere, warm cum spurting into you. Goosebumps erupted all over his body. As he came, his greedy, convulsing body pushed further and further into you, chasing down his high incessantly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close, while you peppered his contorted face in pecks that were gentle, in contrast to the intensity his body was feeling.

The repeated, grating clanks of your metal headboard beating against your wall slowed and soon quieted once Steve collapsed onto you, totally fucked out and sleepy all over again.

"Fuck, that was so good, princess." A smile pulled at your lips in agreement.

His breathing was heavy and you chose to calm him down by playing with the short little hairs that stuck to his skin from all the sweat.

The crook of his neck was in your face and you noticed the lipstick stains you saw earlier still hadn't faded.

"It looks like you have a sky on your neck," you lilted, finger ghosting over the area below his ear. The sentence made Steve's eyebrows scrunch together. Confused, understandably. Still, he was curious to know what you meant. "I have a what now?"

You reached for the compact mirror on your end table, opening it to give Steve a look, "A sky!"

He blushed at your sweet giggle. "These kiss marks kinda look like clouds and your moles are the stars," you traced them as you spoke. "See? It's a sky," you affirmed with a smile.

Steve only stared back at you with the most lovesick grin on his face. He still couldn't believe you were his. He rested his head back down on your shoulder, drawing invisible patterns along your sternum. "I like the way you see things; the way you think about things. It's so adorable and bright. I love your brain. I love you, sunshine."

Your heart undeniably skipped a couple beats at that. Steve always complimented you, but there was something about how sweet and gooey like honey those words were that made you feel like you were going to burst.

"I love you too, Stevie," you took his freckled cheeks in your hands, planting your smiling lips against his own for a kiss, still tasting yourself on his lips. Pulling away, you ogled the way he beamed, completely and utterly glowing in front of you, the same way the moon outside glowed when it was kissed by the sun's light.

The moon only glows when kissed by the sun.

💌 1 new message from jojo: smut isn’t really in my skillset so im a little unsure abt this lol. but i wrote this with a lot of love, nonetheless! feedback is so greatly appreciated!

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HEAVENLY | steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: in view of your recent impertinent behaviour, your parents decide to leave you under the watch of the son of your dad’s business partner. what they don’t know is that steve harrington would never be able to boss you around… but maybe he can teach you a couple of things about your body.

kinda frenemies to lovers | no use of y/n | no mentions of specific race, hair type of body type.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, a bit of body dysmorphia, masturbation, pillow humping, fingering. reader was raised catholic but there is NO corruption kink or religious trauma here, let’s relax.

author’s note: I KNOW. i know there is a disclaimer on my pinned post that says i’m not posting anything new until may but i got this idea on the way back home so i rewarded myself by sitting down and writing it. this was supposed to be much dirtier when i first thought about it but it’s also kinda cute and sweet??? anyways it’s still pretty fucking dirty so for that person who mentioned they wanted inexperienced!reader, ENJOY. x

masterlist | ko-fi

[dividers by @benkeibear & @cafekitsune]

You didn’t need a babysitter, you were an adult.

You also didn't need your parents to change you to a different school, but they did. And now you had to wear this stupid uniform and ­not only that, but the fact that you had to be babysat by the son of your dad’s business partner was boiling your blood every passing second that you heard him breathe from the other side of your desk.

‘You know, you wouldn’t be having this problem if you didn’t try to sabotage the school.’ Steve said as you looked down at your copy of Great Expectations, trying to study.

You had spent the last half an hour letting out heavy sighs of irritation at him, and he was growing more annoyed at you every time he heard your little complaints.

‘Principal Mattews is a retrograde, nasty fascist and I don’t regret what I did to his office.’ You said with your eyes still focused on your homework.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him roll his eyes at you as he sat straighter on the chair of your desk. You could see the way his knee moved anxiously from the long mirror hanging on the wall, but you lowered your eyes as soon as you caught your own reflection.

When you arrived from school earlier in the afternoon, Steve was already downstairs in the living room waiting for you. You hadn’t had the time to change to your usual clothes and you were avoiding your reflection in your new uniform at all costs. You couldn’t stand the hem of the skirt, the way your thighs rubbed against each other, the white fabric of the shirt and the knee socks that made you look like an idiotic nerd. You would never get used to it, you despised it.

‘Well, good luck with the nuns.’ He said sarcastically. ‘M sure they’ll be less severe than Matthews.’

‘Oh, I’m sure they’ll soften up. Eventually.’ You smiled subtly, in what Steve would call that childish and cheeky way of yours that he couldn’t stand. He didn’t understand how you could be so careless about your life. You. The girl who had it all: beauty, brains, money and personality.

‘You know, you could make it really far if you weren’t always trying to be so tough.’ He said sincerely. His patronising tone only made you release a half-scoff, half-laugh thing that he didn’t find amusing at all.

‘I’m going to make it far, Steve.’ You said sitting up on the bed. ‘Not just because I’m smart, but for the same reason you’ll make it far.’ 

He sat back on the chair with his eyebrows lifted, waiting for your answer. Posture relaxed and legs open as he looked back at you in that pretty uniform he was starting to get fond of.

‘Nepotism.’ You simply said, moving so you could be laying on your front as you went back to your book.

The room went finally silent when you managed to concentrate again, and Steve kept doing his own homework. Your eyes were getting tired though, you could feel them getting dry and soon you’d have to search for your reading glasses, but you didn’t want Steve to see you wearing them, it was enough with him having to look at you in this skirt.

You sniffed a couple of times, blinking hard as you went back to the first paragraph of the page you were currently reading, following the line of words with your index finger so you wouldn’t get lost when you felt something fall on the mattress next to your hand.

‘You’re hurting your eyes.’ He said softly as you looked up at him, arms crossed over his chest and brown eyes fixed on yours.

You opened your mouth to thank him as you took the glasses case he had dropped on the bed, but you hesitated. The gesture made Steve sit next to you, his knee almost brushing your hip as he looked down at you.

‘Is it that bad?’ He asked then.

You let out a long sigh as you played with the case in your hands, and he saw it. The way all your anger melted into sadness and frustration.

‘I hate it.’ You admitted, ‘I never thought I’d say this, but I actually miss being around gross High School boys and wearing my own clothes to school. And the religion classes are killing the few braincells I’ve got left. I’m not even Catholic, my mom just likes to believe I am.’

Steve moved closer to you, trying to get you to look back at him, but you refused to. You hated how comforting it was to have him here with you, a little reminder of your days in Hawkins High. You were too proud to admit it, but what your parents had done really hurt you, and you were having a hard time trying to forgive them. Now you wouldn’t be able to graduate with your friends or go to prom together.

‘Well, if it makes you feel better, you are now hanging out with a gross schoolboy.’ He joked.

He saw the way the smile barely reached your eyes, but at least you found him funny.

‘Listen, I can just go home.’ He said then, as he observed the way you lay your head on your hand as your arm flexed on the bed. He looked very pretty with his eyelids all heavy over his brown eyes, you thought as you looked back at him. ‘This whole “babysitting” thing is ridiculous, anyways. You wouldn’t follow orders from me not even if I was wearing a cassock.’

This time you laughed loudly at his stupidity. You didn’t know how it was possible that he could tell you enjoyed it when he behaved like a dork. He smiled back at you, trying not to linger too much on the way your hair fell on the bed and how the top buttons of that tight white shirt secured the pretty black bra he knew you were wearing underneath.

‘Anyways,’ He sat up more comfortably as he took his car keys out of his pocket. ‘Take a break from studying, okay? Do something relaxing for once. You’re getting on my nerves.’

You smiled more widely this time, still laying on your front and looking back at him with your tired pretty eyes from behind your shoulder.

‘Like what?’ You said, voice hoarsely by the tiredness, all that reading without your glasses had left you exhausted.

He scoffed in that cocky way so typical of him as he shrugged.

‘I don’t know. Take a nap. Watch a movie. Masturbate.’

You blinked a couple of times at his cheekiness until you had no other option than to bite your lower lip that was dying to lift into a smile.

‘Right.’ You said licking your lips, feeling your cheeks growing hot. ‘Don’t know how to do the last one, but I’ll try the other two.’

‘What?’

You laughed, looking down at the interesting pattern of your bedsheets as your skin turned even hotter.

‘I—’

‘I have to say that’s very Catholic of you, sweetheart.’

You laughed nervously again, feeling his heavy brown stare on you.

‘I have tried, okay?’ You said softly. ‘It’s not as easy when you’re a girl.’

‘How have you tried?’ As soon as he said it you looked back at him. ‘I—I’m not trying to be creepy or anything like that.’ He brushed his hair with his fingers in nervousness. ‘I just— I’ve met girls who haven’t learned because they tried to finger themselves and, you now, when you’re a virgin— I mean, if you are a virgin— Not that it’s any of my business, but—’

You shook your head, pretty lips lifting in a soft smile. He couldn’t understand how it was possible that he was the one with more experience, and still you were making him nervous, melting for you without you even noticing.

‘I am a virgin.’ You admitted, looking straight into his eyes, a bit amused at the way he seemed to not know what to do with this information.

‘Huh.’ Was all that he could say.

A few seconds of tension passed while you enjoyed how speechless Steve Harrington seemed to be by such revelation, until you couldn’t keep making him suffer with your silence.

‘Do you want to teach me?’ You asked softly.

‘Huh?’ He repeated. This time it was obvious that there were no thoughts behind those brown eyes as his cheeks turned pinker every passing second.

‘Steve.’ You said your name so sweetly he’d do anything so you could say it like that again. ‘Do you want to teach me how to touch myself?’

‘I— I can do that.’ He said sitting up straighter as your smile grew wider. He couldn’t believe what a loser you were turning him into, feeling his dick turning hard just by the sound of your confident voice. He had to get his shit together. ‘Yeah, of course, sweetheart.’

‘Okay.’ You said then. You blinked a couple of times as the shyness took over your body, realising this was really happening. Finally. ‘W-What do I do?’

‘Right. Stay there.’ He stood up from the bed urgently, and you looked back at him behind your shoulder as he grabbed one of your pillows next to the bed frame. You held your breath when his open palm touched your lower back and he attempted to place the pillow between your legs. ‘Is this okay?’

You nodded, your voice was barely audible when you answered, feeling the excitement in the pit of your stomach.

‘Yeah.’

‘Lift your hips for me.’ He said with his burning palm still against your lower back, and you did as he said while he placed the pillow comfortably under you.

Steve placed his other hand on your hip, squeezing once. He smiled at you from his place behind you, an encouraging, sweet thing that twisted your guts in the most pathetic of ways. You smiled back, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel terrified. What if something was wrong with you and you just couldn't get yourself off?

‘I’ve tried this before.’ You admitted then. ‘It didn’t work.’

‘Right.’ He stroked your skin over your shirt, a comforting gesture that was surprisingly help you calm down. ‘Can you show me what did you do?’

You nodded, moving your face to your front so he wouldn’t look at it as you tried to enjoy the friction of your underwear against the soft pillow, but it wasn’t right. You were too nervous, feeling the subtle shake of your knees and knowing that you weren’t wet enough for it to feel good.

Steve heard you sigh, stopping your movements when they became too uncomfortable.

‘Hey.’ His hand wrapped around the back of your knee, fingers stroking subtly, making you look back at him again. ‘It’s fine. What you’re doing it’s not wrong.’

‘I-Is it not?’ You asked confused. ‘Then why—?’

‘I think you’re just being too rough.’ He said tenderly, ‘Can you sit back a little bit for me?’ You did as he said without thinking twice, and he put his hand on your lower back again, except this time the heel of his hand fell partly on your butt cheek. Your eyes couldn’t get away from the sight of his veiny hands. ‘Look.’

He pushed softly, guiding you in slow movements as your crotch barely brushed the fabric of the pillow. This time you didn’t look away, instead you just sighed softly at the sight of Steve guiding your hips so sensually and delicately. He heard the sobby breath you took the third time the pillow brushed your clothed pussy, and he saw that, by the way you blinked slowly while your shoulders dropped, you seemed to be finally relaxing.

‘Let’s get you wet, yeah?’ He murmured as his brown eyes studied your pretty face.

‘Yeah.’ You moaned softly. ‘Please.’

‘Lay down, baby.’ He said as one of his hands sneaked under your shirt and his fingers started to draw sweet circles on the soft skin of your lower back. ‘I’ll take care of you.’

‘Uh-uh.’ You did as he said, laying on your chest as you let him take control of your hips.

He could see the way a dark patch of wetness was slowly forming on your baby blue underwear, loving the way the pleats of the pretty skirt fell over your ass. He pushed you down softly onto the pillow, so your pussy could start to get used to the friction.

‘That’s it.’ He said encouragingly. ‘That’s it, baby. Look how at how wet you are.’ You heard him laugh softly, with such tenderness, that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the pleasure. ‘Such a messy girl.’

His praise only made you moan as he felt you search for the friction yourself, hips moving slightly faster as the hand under your shirt still drew circles on your back. His eyes lingered on the dampness that was now leaking on the pillow, thin threads of wetness that made him swallow hard at the sight of your pretty cunt fucking the pillow underneath.

‘Fuck.’ He said under his breath. He couldn’t help but lift your skirt fully, squeezing your butt cheek with his hand as your movements grew a bit faster with his touch.

‘Steve.’ You called. When he lifted his eyes at you, the tightness under his pants turned even more unbearable. Hair messy, cheeks a bit sweaty, shiny eyes looking back at him as if this was just an absurd wet dream of his. ‘I—I think I’m losing it.’

He moved as soon as you stopped your movements, shutting your eyes hard and giving up to the frustration before he positioned himself so he would be hovering over you, chest against your back and one hand on the mattress as the other stayed on your hip.

‘Hey.’

Your lack of response made him lean in then, lips brushing your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your temple. The gesture made your eyes water in the cusp of your anxiety.

‘You’re doing amazing.’ He whispered on your ear with his velvet low-pitched voice. ‘And ‘m not leavin’ until you’ve cum at least twice.’

You opened your eyes, laughing softly. But he could feel the tint of bitterness behind it.

‘That’s ambitious.’ You said sarcastically. This is what you were terrified of, embarrassing yourself in front of him. And now you didn’t think you’d ever learn how to do this, or that you’d ever be able to look at his face again.

‘C’mon.’ He said burying his face on your neck, breathing in your perfume as his hand squeezed your hip again. ‘Close your eyes.’

You did as he said, taking a deep breath as you felt his hand leave your hip and his fingers stroking from your knee upwards. You couldn’t help but open your legs when his soft fingertips brushed your centre, feeling yourself getting wetter once again.

‘See?’ He whispered. ‘All this pretty pussy wants ‘s some love, baby.’

His words made you moan against your mattress, grabbing the bedsheets with your fist when his fingers pressed against your clothed lips, and he started rubbing softly. He couldn’t help but place his forehead against the back of your neck, as his frustration grew inside his pants every second you whimpered and shrunk on the bed. But he wasn’t going to let you notice. This was all about you.

‘Steve?’ You called in between deep breaths.

‘Hmm?’

‘C-Can I feel you?’

You heard him sigh deep against your neck while his fingers still rubbed the damp fabric of your panties, before his pelvis came in contact with your ass, and you felt him. All of him. Hard, bulky and warm against your body.

The contact made you both release a soft moan at the same time, and his fingers could no longer be merciful with you as he dared to put the fabric of your underwear aside and his fingertips found your puffy wet clit begging to be caressed and spoiled.

You were trembling underneath him, moaning so softly he had to lean back to look at your face. What Steve wasn’t expecting was catching the sight of your long mirror from the bed. His eyes weren’t able to stay away from the reflection: your beautiful face adorned by a desperate frown, looking angelically beautiful underneath his body as your toes curled and your knees shook, while your pussy got wetter and wetter under his fingers.

‘Look.’ He whispered in your ear as his eyes stayed on the mirror. You moved your neck slightly confused, until your eyes followed his and your gaze finally landed in the perfect image of his body over yours.

He saw you smile shyly through the mirror, and he couldn’t help but smile too.

‘Love how you look like this, you know?’ He whispered, and if you hadn’t been looking at his reflection on the mirror you would’ve sworn you’d made up those words inside your head. ‘That pretty face. Those – Fuck, those cheekbones I love. And this fucking uniform is makin’ me insane.’

He could feel you now moving your hips again as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The way the skirt looked so nicely lifted up, how the shirt hugged your curves, and the shape of your legs underneath the knee socks. Steve took the opportunity to remove his fingers as your hips sank against the pillow once again and you got lost in your own pleasure.

You opened your mouth as you felt yourself getting more sensitive and stimulated, feeling his cock against your ass but unable to keep your eyes off your reflection, enticed by the way you looked, by the movement of your hips, and the things your body was capable of doing, of feeling.

‘Oh.’ You moaned as your fists found the sides of the pillows, holding it in place so it’d be easier to rub yourself shamelessly against it. ‘I— Fuck.’

Steve stayed as silent as he could, looking at the way you slowly started to convulse while you mouth stayed open prettily and your moans turned desperate, tinted by the surprise of what you were experiencing. His hips melted against yours, following your rhythm as you kept fucking your now soaked pillow, until the walls of your pussy finally tightened, and you let out an exhausted moan as the sweet orgasm finally hit you.

He let you enjoy it, indulging in it as you rubbed yourself against the pillow a couple of times more before pressing your thighs together to preserve the throbbing feeling. When you started to come back to reality with heavy breaths, you felt his mouth against your neck and a sweet smile lifting his lips even if you couldn’t see him.

You rolled on your back, avoiding his eyes for a second before they ventured to meet his brown pupils.

‘You good?’ He said nodding towards you, trying to be nonchalant but foolishly failing at it. You laughed softly as he caged you with his arms, face hovering over yours as he tried to read you better.

‘I am good.’ You said, not sure of what to do or how to proceed after this. His eyes lingered on your mouth when you bit your lower lip and your eyes turned shy again. ‘I— Thank you.’

He shook his head softly, taking in the image of your after-lust beauty. His touch surprised you when his hand cupped your face, but you welcomed it warmly when his thumb stroked one of your cheekbones, feeling yourself melting against him.

‘You don’t need to thank me.’ He whispered, looking back at you. He licked his lips, hesitating before talking again. ‘I’ve missed you. Back at school. ‘S not the same without you.’

You blinked softly at his words, holding his hand against your cheek as if he’d disappear any second now.

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

‘Really?’

Steve leaned in to answer your question then. His lips brushed yours subtly before he kissed you softly, sensually so you wouldn’t forget the mess you had turned into minutes ago. His patient tongue stroked yours as he released a deep sigh and his hand, still wet with your dampness, interlaced your fingers over your bedsheets.

‘Really.’ He smiled when he leaned back to look at you with his heavy eyelids and his tired love-drunk eyes. ‘Maybe we should really sabotage those nuns.’

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at his joke. Knowing that you were gone, so gone.

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