warnings: smut-handjob, pathetic sub!rafe, this is not cannon Rafe AT ALL
Rafe Cameron is a quiet nerdy boy with about no friends. Where as you, you’re loud and popular, friends with everyone.
Ever since you had joined the school Rafe’s eyes have been on you. Watching you laugh and smile with the people that flocked to you like moths to a flame.
He couldn’t help admire you in a way. But mainly he was admiring your beauty.
He has never spoken to you of course. God no he wouldn’t dream of it. Well that’s not entirely true.
He’s dreamt of it, thought of it, imagined it while his hand was around his length. But not in a perv way of course. No no. Not in the way the other boys do it. In a sweet way. Right?
But no, he couldn’t talk to you. In the world of high school. Rafe isn’t allowed to talk to you. He’s too ‘low’ for you. Which he thinks is stupid but he can’t rewrite the social laws of the school.
So he’ll just sit in class staring at you instead of doing his work. Not like he needs to do more work in class. He’s smart enough to pass a test with just a glance. So here he’ll sit waiting for his chance to talk to you properly. Instead of that couple times you were sweet to him, sticking up for him and that one time he said thank you for you holding open the door. And god did that thought make his heart beat.
But soon enough, here’s his lucky day.
“Rafe, you’ll be working with y/n.” The teachers words ring in his head as his eyes are pulled up from the desk. He turns to face you and sees that you’re looking at him. And he c-wait-you’re looking at him.
He does a double take before seeing you wave at him. A small gesture that means so much to him you don’t even know. So he does a wave back. But he’s shy and awkward so now he’s stressing that he looked weird and seeing your friends giggling and whispering doesn’t help the feeling he’s embarrassed himself.
So quickly he turns away, back to the page on his desk. Drawing random lines on it to make it appear he’s doing something. Doing anything other than looking at you and gawking.
Why does he have to be so shy and embarrassing? Why can’t he be like the popular people like Bryce and Zach? They can just talk to everyone and just be confident all the time. He hates himself for his anxiety that is in the bottom of his stomach everytime anyone even breathes to close to him. He hates it so much th-
“Hey partner.” Rafe’s brought out of his spiral of thoughts when you speak to him. He’s frozen looking up at you, is this real? Or is he dreaming?
“H-hey.” He says, pushing up his glasses on his face as he adjust in his chair.
“So when we doing this project?”
“Anytime. Anytime that’s good for you, I’m free. Like all the time. I’m not doing…anything.” Rafe decides to stop himself from babbling and making himself look like a complete and utter loser.
But all you’re doing is smiling at him. Not pulling the disgusted face he’s use to.
“Tomorrow night? My place?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Cool, do you have snap so I can send you the info?” You say as you pull out your phone. Waiting for him to respond to you.
Rafe rubs the back of his neck as he thinks how to reply to this. He couldn’t say that his mom doesn’t allow him to have social media and even if he was to have it he wouldn’t have enough friends anyway.
“No. I don’t use snap anymore.” He lies.
“Oh right okay. Insta? Tiktok?”
Rafe just shakes his head.
“I can give you my number?”
“Yeah sure okay.”
Rafe gets out his phone, a tiny phone that was probably made eight years ago that his mom told him was ‘cool and trendy’. She’s so wrong it almost hurts.
Rafe had been waiting and waiting for this day. Yes the plans were arranged yesterday but he’s just so excited it’s almost sad really.
But after making his way to your house and you giving him a tour of the mansion you live in. You’re now both sat on your bed.
He’s in your room.
On your bed.
“No you’ll have to tutor me.” You say as you smile before looking back at the work that’s in front of you. You’re laying on the bed as Rafe is sat stiff.
“Tutor you?” Rafe asks, adjusting his glasses again for the second time this minute.
“Well we’re doing this project and I don’t get what it’s about so you’ll have to help me.”
Earlier when Rafe started talking about the project he had presumed that he’d been doing it all himself like he’d usually do with other people. But you insisted you’d actually help. Even if you have been distracted a couple times.
“Yeah sure.” Rafe replies as he smiles, looking down at you. He’s rather close to you it’s making his heart beat so fast. If it beats any faster it’ll pop out his chest like in those cartoons. His eyes might also pop out his head too. We’re just waiting for that.
God he’s so close to you he can smell that perfume you wear every day to school. It hasn’t changed since the first time he met you.
He’s just watching you lay on your stomach on the bed, writing down some things. He just can’t seem to pull his eyes away from you. You just look so beautiful and calm. Of course he has to go and ruin it.
He’s just staring, and before he thinks he leans in and kisses you. His soft lips pressing against yours until he realises what’s happened and pulls back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says as he starts panicking. Of course he’s ruining things like he always does. He may be smart when it comes to academics but he’s so stupid when it comes to social situations.
But all you do is smile. Just smile at him before pushing up and climbing onto his lap.
“Oh, oh. Okay…” He says as he holds his breath and looks anywhere but you. His hands don’t touch you. Just in the air, frozen in place by this very unexpected action from you.
So you place his hands on yours hips looking at him before your hands are placed on his cheeks. Gently rubbing them as you look down at him.
“You have a crush on me Rafe?”
Rafe nods as he stares into your eyes. He’s too shy to say anything, and also incredibly aroused by having you here. On his lap. His hand sneaks as he brings it close to his face to adjust his glasses. He look looks up at you like a puppy.
He’s so cute and shy it makes him all the more attractive to you. Some people think he’s all these things but unknown to him you’ve always had some feelings for him. Even if you did try and stop them.
Your hand travels downs Rafe’s body until it reaches his zipper. His dick twitching in his pants as he lets out a low whine. He’s so pathetic it’s so hot to you.
“You want me to touch you Rafe?”
This has escalated very quickly, and as scary it is to Rafe. It’s very exciting for Rafe too. He’s never even held hands with a girl. Or spoken to one for longer than thirty minutes. Twenty minutes. Ten minutes at best.
“Yes please.” He whines out as he wriggles lightly underneath you, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He has thought about thus situation before but this is not how he was expecting at all.
You smile as you start to kiss him, lips pressing softly against Rafe’s. His lips are soft, different to what you’ve kissed before. Your tongue slips into his mouth which is met by more whines from the boy underneath you.
Your hand slips into Rafe’s pants and before he can say a word you start to stroke him. His dick hard and leaking with precum. He feels slightly embarrassed but that’s quickly stopped as you begin to go faster. And all he can think about is how good it feels and how much better it is than his own hand.
The moans and whimper from this man is heavenly. Making those panties you chose to wear just for him wet.
“Please, please can I cum?” Rafe is begging for this. Begging for this release from you. His whole body is practically shaking. He knows he’s acting needy and pathetic. But he can’t help it. He’s practically brainwashed by you.
He’s a man who could genuinely have any job he’s ever wanted but here he is whining for you. Whinging and moaning and begging. A possible future president is begging to cum.
“Yeah baby. Cum for me.”
You will definitely be doing this again.
a/n: don’t know how to feel about this one and i am still upset over bae’s eyebrows.
warnings: No use of Y/N, mention and use of a feminine reader and feminine body parts; although anyone and everyone can read if you ignore those. all characters portrayed in my fanfics are always 18 years old and up. Some light swearing, mention of marks / bites and hickeys, some light manhandling from Jakey, some plot / a small look into how Jakey and you met / some inner turmoil from poor Jakey !! , cowgirl position, heavy !! creampies !! creampies for days !! , detailed descriptions of bodily fluids, possessive Jacob (but we like that), heavy !! Worship (Jakey being a big sweetheart and knowing how lucky he is ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა. You show him so love too !! Don’t worry !!) softness all around !!
synopsis: You and Jacob make passionate love on the beach of La Push !!
whispers from the author: Γεια σας όμορφοι άγγελοι !! ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ my first Jacob Black fanfic ! Please pardon any mistakes you may see, and if Jacob’s character is OOC a tad but, it’s a fanfic where he’s happy and has a healthy imprint - so, I think I’m allowed a little bit ! (｡- .•)
word count: 2.9k
The sound of the waves is soothing and the breezy night air offers cool gusts of wind to soothe your hot skin, the bright and captivating full moon casts a bright stage-like light upon you both, illuminating the moonlight-soaked sand of La Push and your slight sweat-ridden appearance and turning it into a sparkling-goddess-like one.
Jacob is in awe of you. You being above him is one of his many favourite positions when making love. You belong there. You’re not to be conquered, you cannot be. You belong above and no less. To him: you’re the daughter of Aphrodite herself — he doesn't know what he has done to appease the Goddess to honour him, one of her priceless daughters. Maybe, a thought he can’t help but think every night when he watches you sleep beside him, some of his good deeds, and his begging and praying to whoever would listen to him, had finally paid off and the honour of being able to find a soulmate in someone like you was bestowed upon someone like him.
When your eyes first graced his eyes on that beautiful day, his lungs expanded and he breathed. The air was crisp from the rain that kissed the earth the night before, the birds were singing their song, sometimes when he thinks back on that day: he likes to think that those birds were singing a song that foretold an enchanting encounter and present him something that would change his life forever. The rare sun was bright and shining and the atmosphere felt free, like nothing could hold him down anymore; not his problems with the cullens, not his problems with Sam and the pack, not his avoidance towards his father or Bella - nothing.
It confused him at first, why did today feel so different? Why did it feel so promising that he woke up with an exciting anticipation that drove him mad? Jacob was on edge: not in a way that had him clenching his jaw and curling his hand into a fist so hard that the skin around his knuckles became almost translucent - no, the edge he felt was in a sense of something good. Something he is not used to.
Jacob remembers how his eyes had widened and heart raced in a way it had never done before, his pulse picking up as a plethora of emotions washed over him. He remembers how he swayed at first, like his balance was lost to him, before he straightened his back and his muscles rippled beneath his black shirt as a new found energy surged through his veins - awakening him, breathing life into him. His hands had tingled ferociously, nerves vibrating under his skin to let him know he was alive. He hadn’t felt like that in.. ever, really, now that he thinks of it. He had felt a fog, one he didn’t know was there, lifted from him and he felt a soft clarity dawn upon him quietly - like it was natural, like it was meant to be there all along. Jacob felt.. normal. Happy. Like things had just.. quietly clicked into place and suddenly things didn’t seem as heavy anymore.
Jacob could breathe and he was gasping for the air he didn’t know he was desperate for.
It wasn’t fireworks and explosions like some of the other members had described it to be for them. It was a quiet, calm but warm feeling that breathed life, he didn’t know he was lacking, back into him. Jacob could feel himself think and not immediately doubt the thought. He felt a new found strength humming it’s melody in his veins. He didn’t feel the anger that was always there, in the back of his mind, anymore, it made him more of a ticking time bomb then Paul on some days, it just.. left. Like it was waiting for a door or a window to be opened.
When Jacob’s lips parted ever-so-softly to utter something, anything, to you, you smiled so sweetly at him and that was when he finally felt breathless. Your smile held everything he had been asking for. Your eyes twinkled as your smile reached them, and your laugh, oh, that laugh he loves so very much, was a holy sound. Jacob wasn’t a religious man — not until he met you; you are his religion. His saviour. The one he knows is always there. The one he can pray to and know it will be answered. He felt so warm, so comfortable, and already so at home. And so very fiercely protective. Dangerously so.
Your eyes switch from being closed, to being locked with his, to throwing your head back and gazing up into the sky, before looking back down at him; honouring him with the sight of you. The muscles in your thighs and lower abdomen burn as you lift your body up and down with controlled but frantic movements, your arms and shoulders ache, and the tips of your fingers pulse from your nails occasionally digging into Jacob’s chest; which leaves tiny crescent moons all over his chest. The burn in your lungs is enough to make you breathless, but that doesn’t stop the plethora of whines, moans, squeals and screams from falling from your lips as the whispering promise of another orgasm beckons you to carry on.
Jacob’s hips moving up slightly to meet your frantic and harsh ones creates a pure erotic sound that has you biting your lip.
“Jake..” you whisper softly, your tone changing from the whining you were doing a moment ago, and if it weren’t for his sharp hearing, Jacob wouldn’t be able to hear you over the waves that bend and fold in on themselves just meters away from where you both currently are.
Jacob fills you perfectly — just he always has, and always will. You’ve always felt so incredibly alive when he was near. Your pussy walls hug his cock that fits snug deep within you, and his tip drags along your slick gummy walls, close to your favourite spot, in a mouth-watering manner that has small whimpers dancing on the tip of your tongue. Jacob’s large and rough hands have your hips in an iron-like grip, the tips of his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your skin, and it occasionally becomes border-line painful in a way that is oddly satisfying to feel before you feel them relax; only for him to repeat it again a few moments later when you purposely squeeze your slick-soaked walls around him just the way he likes.
The white, frothy ring, consisting of your former orgasms and Jacob’s thick creampies, around the base of Jake’s cock gets bigger as you lift yourself up slightly which pulls apart the white-tinted thick slime-like slick and cum but, it still keeps you connected to Jake no matter how far you lift up from him, before slamming yourself down, forcing it to spread out even more when you come back into contact with his abdomen, adding to the sticky-ness that clings to your thighs like spilled, liquidised sugar.
Your head is thrown back again, moans dancing around the sky above Jacob as you feel his throbbing tip push into a spot that had you cumming hard on your last orgasm. “F..fuck..” the whine bubbles up in your throat, making Jake clench his jaw at the sound of it.
“S’that feel good?” His tone is rough and heavy with lustful desire, and you can’t help but squeeze around him even more.
“SO!” An abrupt and harsher thrust from him has you squealing out loudly as a high-pitched, “GOOD!” Is roughly torn from you. “So, F-fuckin’ good..” Your head’s movements are sluggish as you move it around, your gaze turning away from the sky to your blissed out lover, “..want your..” you begin, brows furrowing and mouth pausing an ‘O’ shape as your jaw goes slack for a moment.
“What?” Jacob breathes, “You have me.”
Your hands move from his chest and you rest your body weight completely and solely on his cock. Groans are shared between you both like a secret, Jacob’s eyes squeeze shut for a second before they’re forced open and resting intensely upon you. You slither your hands down the sides of your body slowly, staring back at him just as intensely, and worm your fingers into his grip, pulling his hands away from your hips, making him loosen his possessive grip, and lacing your fingers with his, “..hands.” The veins on his forearms lead up to his now slightly flexed biceps as he supports your weight like it’s nothing — which it doesn’t, not to him, to him you weigh nothing. With Jacob’s arms now bent to keep his hands laced with yours, you begin your pace once more. This time, using him to keep you up, this makes those delicious biceps of his, that he always catches you staring at, flex to their full potential every time you push up off of him to lift yourself up from his cock.
“Use me,” Jacob groans and clenches his teeth against each other, the raspy plea has your walls squeezing him for everything he has left, pulsing around him, beckoning him to cum for a fourth time inside you.
“U..use you..” you giggle breathlessly, smiling down at him, loving the expression of pure, raw love and desire on his face. You lean down, almost pinning his arms to his sides as your face grows closer to his, your lips just barely brush against his, teasing him, heavy breathing mixing with one another as your eyes dart to his lips before connecting with his blown-out pupils, his underlining predatory gaze has you grinning and your body vibrating with excitement. “O-Oh.. but, I already am.” Jacob catches you off guard when he connects his lips with yours, his tongue immediately finding its home inside your mouth as you begin to grind on him with his assisting thrusts helping. He tastes and devours every moan and whine that tries to escape from you, responding with his growling-grunts and sighs in return. When his tip starts pressing into a certain spot, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you breathe heavily and excessively into his mouth before pulling away, your nails dig into his hand and you sit up straight, once again forcing him to keep you steady — not that he is complaining — and angling your hips so his tip doesn’t stop fucking into you just where you need it the most.
“Jacob…!” You cry, your hips now slamming down onto his, “g..give it to m-me..!” Your nearly incoherent plea has Jacob digging the back of his head into the damp sand below him and lifting his hips up which has you nearly falling forward, thankfully you don’t - courtesy of his strength keeping you steady, your knees are elevated completely, your sand covered feet and calves now being the only things in contact with the damp ground. You’re now completely reliant on Jacob keeping you from toppling over to the side. Your thighs tense around his hips as your toes dig into the sand and curl around the grainy surface, “oh! Jacob!” The high-pitched squeal is more than enough for Jacob to carry on with his now pistoning thrusts. “A-All f’it! Wan’ all of you!” Your exposed breasts bounce and jiggle, and Jacob wishes with everything he has that he could take those pebbled nipples into his mouth and swirl his tongue around them just the way you love. The extremely prominent love bites and dark coloured hickeys, old and new, left by him make him feel so much pride and a strong sense of possessiveness, knowing that he left those there, it is a satisfying feeling. His saliva mixed in with the growing shine of your damp skin makes the moonlight create sparkling beads of light on your skin.
Determination, and an emotion you can’t read at this very moment, is solely present on his face, his dark eyes never leave your form as he fucks his love into you, he sharply inhales, the scent of you clouding every sense his has, “M’gonna give it to you…” he pants, licking his lips for a quick moment as he breathing deepens, “yeah..?” And exhales with forced control. All you can do is nod your head, almost hurting your neck with how hard you’re nodding — you need it, crave it, even. You can’t get enough of him, just like he, very clearly, can’t get enough of you.
As your hips meet: the squelching sound becomes louder and louder, your slick has covered you both, your thighs and the entirety of his hips, you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good when he pulled back for a split second before smashing his cock back inside your raw, quivering, juicy, very overly-sensitive and overstimulated, walls.
“Gonna cum f’me?” He coos, eyes watching as the signs he knows all too well begin to resurface, “Come on, pretty, cum f’me.”
“Jakey…” you whine, dragging his name out; his name is the only thing you can coherently get out without your mindless babbling getting in the way.
“I know, sunshine,” Jacob groans, “I know.” The feeling of his own approaching orgasm has him baring his clenched teeth; his cock is so fucking sensitive from the multiple, passionate rounds but, he won’t cum yet - not until you do. He won’t miss the sight of your fourth orgasm washing over you in a similar manner to that of the waves caressing the soaked sand.
“D..Don’t stop, Jakey, please,” you gasp, walls tightening even more as your orgasm’s approach becomes louder and louder in your veins. Your body shakes, your jaw slackens, your walls squeezing as hard as they can — you never want it to end.
“M’not gonna.. Can’t stop… need you.. need you so much, c’mon gorgeous, do it f’me.. give it to me." Him pleading has always been a kink you can’t seem to find the courage to admit to his face just yet - the way his features soften as the pure desperation takes over, his begging tone and puppy-like eyes as they try to convince you to listen and do as he says — it just does something to you; and you’ve never been able to deprive him for long.
“Jakey! Fuck! Jacob!” You’re unable to control the chanting of his name as your orgasm washes over you, taking your breath away and rendering you unresponsive as it takes away your senses. Jacob curses under his breath at the impossibly tight grip your pussy has on him, choking out moans as his hips now staggeringly snap into yours as his cum fills you up to the brim — making up for the amount that’s spilled out of you.
With this intense orgasm taking you to cloud nine, Jacob, after his cool-down, lowers his hips gently and brings you close to his chest to press his wet lips to yours, engulfing you in his warmth and scent that you find so soothing and grounding. He fucks you through your high, regardless of his overly-used cock screaming at him to stop. You pant heavily into his mouth, gasping for air but never once letting Jacob pull away from you.
The kiss is passionate and electrifying, and it breathes air into you just as much as it takes it away from you. The taste of him is addicting - intoxicating. Jacob always kisses you so thoroughly it makes your head spin and your body preen more for him and his warm touch. Your gentle whimpers are swallowed by your greedy love, again, and again, and again he kisses you, and just when you think your heart will give out from his full it feels - he pulls away, much to your displeasure. But, he doesn’t stray far from you, your lips still brush against one another as you both greedily inhale the fresh sea air, and also each other.
He growls a possessive, deep and low raspy, almost borderline-animalistically, “mine,” against your lips, breathing you in - like the scent and sight of you calms him but, also feeds into the roaring flames of protectiveness and obsession. The sound rumbles in your tummy and you can’t help but squeeze your walls at it. He sighs so quietly, so softly, you fear you wouldn’t have heard had you not been so close you feel it waft over your face like a kiss.
Your hands rest on his shoulders and his arms are curled tightly and comfortingly secure around your waist. Jacob presses a breathless kiss to the corner of your mouth and smiles so sweetly and lovingly, you can feel your heart rate speed up, pumping so full of life at the sight of him so happy - and all because of you. “I love you,” you whisper, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip again.
“I love you.” He takes your lips against his once more, this time much more delicately. You hum against him, content. “You’re glowing,” he sighs against your lips, in a daze of love, “My Goddess.”
joel miller x female!reader [2.1k]
summary ⤍ joel wakes you up in the best way he knows how.
warnings ⤍ 18+ (mdni), pre-apocalypse, explicit language & smut, unprotected sex (piv)
a/n ⤍ seeing pedro in bed in episode one made me feel many different things so i wrote this out to cleanse my soul of sin. hope you like it <33
The suffocating warmth was the first thing you noticed as you woke up from an unusually deep sleep. Sweat was beading on your neck and it took a few moments to realise that Joel’s face was pressed close to it, sending shivers up your spine and making you want to squirm simultaneously because of how it tickled. Almost pleasantly so.
You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, blearily taking in the surroundings of the room without moving too much in risk of waking your fiancé up but it became clear to you exactly what had woken you up in the first place when Joel tightened his grip on your overheated body, fingers spanning across your stomach and nudging the hem of your shirt up.
“Mornin’.” The lazy drawl of your man’s voice sounded from behind you and you squirmed when his breath tickled your neck. He pulled you back into his curled body when you moved too far away for his liking and pressed a kiss right between your shoulder blades, beard scratching your sensitive flesh.
combining the best of both worlds: sub stevie with a breeding kink 🥺
*adds to never ending list of fic ideas👀*
you’re riding him and he’s so close like. you can feel him tensing all over and he’s a mess below you like he’s breathing so heavily and moaning and whining so loud and so he begs you to cum and you’re like ‘yeah? need to cum stevie?’ and he just groans and grabs your hips so hard and he stutters out like ‘can i cum inside you baby? oh angel please? i’ll be so good f’you, please baby’ and then you just tease him so bad like ‘yeah? wanna cum inside this little pussy? fill me up so deep?’ and he moans as he squeezes his eyes shut and he’s like ‘yes, god, fuck— need it so bad, wanna make you a mom, baby’
day seven: snowed in with steve | fem!reader, fluff then plenty of smut, 2k, 18+
12 days of christmas masterlist
You feel Steve get up to go to work and wait patiently for him to kiss you goodbye before he leaves. You rouse slowly, keeping your eyes closed as you stretch under the blankets and dread getting up for your own shift today.
But he doesn't return for his kiss. "Steve?" you call, finally surfacing and blinking a few times to adjust to the morning light. He appears in the bedroom doorway still in his plaid pants, shirtless and barefoot, glasses on his face and hair a riot.
"Look outside," he says. You groan and throw the covers back, rolling out of bed and checking the clock on your bedside table: 9am already.
"Steve, you're gonna be late--" You draw the curtain aside and lose your words. It takes a few seconds for you to understand what you're looking at -- a whole mess of white. You can hardly see the street through the blizzard.
"I called to check and work is closed because of the storm." He moves to stand next to you as you both look out at the snow.
"Damn," you say. "Guess we're snowed in. Good thing I went to Bradley's yesterday. Was this on the weather channel at all?"
"Don't think so," he replies. "One point Indiana, zero points weatherman." He stretches, one hand in the air and the other scratching at this thatch of chest hair. You watch, still blinking the sleep from your eyes. "Bet the library is closed, too," he says, referring to your job. "I'll call 'em." He bumps your chin with his knuckle before going back to the kitchen for the phone.
You go to brush your teeth and wonder how long it'll snow. Steve slides into the bathroom as you're spitting into the sink and leans on the doorframe. He still hasn't put a shirt on and if he keeps this up you're going to be forced to drag him back to bed.
"Closed!" He grins at you. He wipes at his lip with the pad of his thumb and you copy his movement, but he shakes his head. "Hold on," he says, moving into your space. You stand still and let him clean off the spare bit of toothpaste.
"What are we going to do all day?" you ask. He shrugs and makes his I have an idea but I'm going to pretend it's a joke in case you don't like it face. You know this face very well.
"Oh, I don't know," he says, resting his hip against the counter. "We could have sex all day, I guess." He says it like he's talking about doing chores.
"Steve," you scoff. You're a little cold in the sweatpants and borrowed shirt you're wearing, and you can't deny that his words make you heat up a little. You could make him work for it a little, but he just looks so...fuckable right now.
"What?" he says innocently. "Do you have any other ideas?" He reaches out to toy with the hem of his shirt that you're wearing.
"Plenty," you say, and he looks ready to argue. "But yours isn't that bad."
"Wait, really?" he says, delighted. His hand slides under the shirt to palm your hip. "We don't have to have sex all day. But at least until lunchtime."
You take a step closer to him and run your nose along his jawline. "You're that horny this early in the morning?" He swallows and you hear it, you're so close, but before he can touch you more you step out of his hold and wander back to the bedroom to flop yourself on the bed. Steve is quick on your heels.
"Duh," he says. You're on your back, feet still touching the floor but arms thrown wide. "How could I not be? I mean, look at you?"
You scoff. "Yeah, my bedhead and ratty pjs really scream sexy," you say. His eyes narrow and he moves to stand between your legs, reaching for you. You grab his hands and he pulls you up so you're sitting, staring up at him. He trails his fingers up your forearms, tracing patterns on your biceps until he cups your face. He presses one thumb firmly against the corner of your mouth and your lips part a little.
"Exactly," he rasps. "Smart girl." His sleep pants aren't leaving much to the imagination -- when you look away from his pretty eyes and down your nose instead you can see the outline of his cock very close to your face. It looks like he's already half-hard and you haven't even done anything. Knowing that you can make Steve Harrington come undone like this never stops thrilling you.
"Well, let's get started," you say. Your tongue darts out to lick his thumb and he makes a punched out sound that is nothing compared to the groan he looses when you dip your fingers under his waistband and pull down his sleep pants. He doesn't wear underwear to bed so they come off easily and his cock springs free. His fingers move from your jaw to tangle in your hair and you look up at him to find him glassy-eyed and slack-jawed already.
"Damn, okay," he says. "Happy snow day to me." You hold a hand up and he looks at it wordlessly for a second before he spits into your palm, lips parted as he watches you take him in hand for one long stroke. Steve is big, but you've had time to perfect blowing him. It takes a mix of your mouth and your hands and a lot of spit. You keep your eyes on him as you lick his tip and he hisses. "Christ."
"No," you say sweetly, "just me." He throws his head back and you can tell he's trying very hard not to pull your hair too much but he tugs a little as you start to suck in earnest, running your tongue over the ridge of his tip before bobbing on as much as you can take. Steve, for his part, whispers broken praises and only snaps his hips forward a few times. "So good, baby," he babbles. "Look so pretty like this."
Just when you feel him twitch a little in your mouth, he brings his hand back to your jaw to stop you. You pull off of him with a pop that makes him moan. "I'm gonna finish if you keep going," he says raggedly. His pupils are blown behind his thick lenses and his flush has spread all the way down his chest.
"Isn't that the point?" you ask, stroking him slowly. He mutters something that sounds like fuck me . "You never let me make you come like this," you say.
"Because I like coming inside you, you know that," he mumbles and you laugh, licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft as you play with his balls. You relish the sound he makes, a broken gasp of your name.
"Good thing we have all day then, huh?" Before he can reply you take him in your mouth again, pumping what you can't reach, though you take him deep enough that the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat a few times and you gag. You make sure to pop each ball into your mouth at least once, feel their heavy weight on your tongue, before he starts to pull on your hair a little too hard and you know he's close.
"Gonna swallow for me?" he pants. "Gonna suck me dry--" He breaks off with a high keen and his hips stutter but you're ready for it, letting him thrust a few times as he spurts into your mouth and you swallow around him as best you can before popping off.
He looks at you with such heat that you have to look away. "Pretty good, yeah?" You reach forward and tuck him back into his pants.
Steve wastes no time bending down to kiss you, wiping spit from your chin with his thumb as he does so. He must tastes himself on your tongue and it makes your cunt throb. "Really fucking good," he says, pulling on your bottom lip gently with his teeth. "Your turn." He hooks his hands under your armpits and manages to half toss, half shove you back on the bed before he takes his glasses off and puts them on the dresser behind him.
"Steve!" He kneels on the edge before crawling forwards to flop on his back beside you. He looks at you expectantly and you raise your eyebrows.
"You wanna sit on my face?" he asks, grinning. You've done it before, only a few times, and you've been wanting to ask him if you could try it again. It's just so...intense. "You don't have to," he adds. "I'll go down on you however you want."
"No, I want to," you say, lifting your hips and shedding your own pants and underwear. The cold bedroom air on your bare cunt is enough to make you clench, you're so worked up. "Coming in hot," you mutter, getting on your knees and swinging a leg over his chest.
"I sure hope so," Steve teases. His palms rest on the curve of your ass as he nudges you to scoot forward. You do, bracing your hands on the headboard of your bed. His hands settle on your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh. "So pretty," he breathes. "You know how pretty you are? Wet, too. Dripping, just from sucking my cock."
"Steve," you grit out. He laughs breathily and tugs you down so that his nose brushes your clit and you whimper. You pull one hand from the headboard to fist it in his hair and he hums before he licks a long stripe through your folds. "Shit," you groan. He pulls your thighs even farther apart so you sit more firmly on him and starts to lap at you in earnest, sucking on your clit and bumping his nose with it when he circles your entrance with his tongue.
"Pretty sounds," he says when he pulls away for a moment. "You always make such pretty sounds when I'm eating you out, baby." You can't even look at him, can't get a single thought to make sense as you tug on his hair again. You're so close from his words, from his touch, from his mouth. You can feel your orgasm rising, rising, rising, and you need him to just keep going.
"Don't stop," you grit out. "It feels so good. Please, Steve." He wastes no more time talking and instead laps at you like a man possessed as you spur him on with praise. "So good, Steve, I'm so close--"
A hand comes off your thigh and then you feel two fingers drag through your slick before he's pushing them in with no warning and you scream. "Yes," you cry. "Yes, Steve, oh my god--" He fucks you fast as he sucks on your clit and the hook in your belly draws tighter and tighter until--
Steve keeps lapping at you as you come, humming around your clit as you spasm around his fingers. You pull off of him with shaky legs as you start to come down from your high, the stimulation too much. His face is shiny with your slick and he looks appropriately smug. You flop back on the bed , your head near his hips and he reaches out to stroke your thigh.
"Well, I'm hard again," he says. You turn your head and see the proof of it, the tip of his cock poking out over the waistband of his pants. Your cunt clenches even though you just came. "How do you want to start?"
"Start?" you laugh, heartbeat still slowing and breaths still fast. You close your eyes.
"Oh yeah, start." He squeezes your thigh. "We're gonna fuck ourselves into exhaustion by lunch, remember. It's not even 10:30!"
"I think I love snow days," you say. You feel the bed shift and when you open your eyes Steve is on top of you, grinning.
"Me too," he says before he dips down to kiss you.
thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!
Hi, I was wondering if I could request from the smut prompt list? Maybe combine 44 and 71? Or you can pick, I just couldn't pick lmao
coming right up babe, hope you like it! thanks for requesting <3
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: sub!steve, softdom!femreader, oral (m receiving), smut 18+ minors dni
prompt: “i promise I’ll be good” and “y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that are you” from this list (x)
Steve watched you with wide eyes as you paced back and forth in front of him on the edge of the bed. He was bare from head to toe, his hands tied up behind his back with a soft silk rope, his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach.
The tip was angry and leaking, begging to be touched. He’d been like this since you’d arrived home after his shift at Family Video. You’d gone to the rental store to surprise him after work, two smoothies in hand for Robin and himself.
What you didn’t expect to see was a customer flirting with the boy; twirling her hair and giggling at whatever Steve said. And to top it all off, she’d slipped her phone number scrawled on a scrap piece of paper into the back pocket of his Levi’s, palm squeezing the merchandise on her way out.
You gawped are the scene unfolding before you, brows furrowed and mouth hanging agape as the girl sauntered past you in the doorway. Steve panicked when he saw that you saw, voice stuttering and stumbling.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I-“ he said, petting your hair, lips pressing to your hairline, “I have no idea what that was.”
“S’fine, Stevie,” you insisted, voice playing coy.
Your tune changed as soon as you stepped over the threshold of your home. You didn’t get jealous and you weren’t jealous so to speak, more eager to show Steve that he was yours.
So when you told Steve that you wanted to make sure he knew who he belonged to, who his cock belonged to, you had him hot under the collar. Dick stiffening under his denim, skin hot and tingling.
“Want me to touch that big cock of yours, Stevie?” you toyed with him, fingers twirling his hair.
He whined beneath you, “Fuck, baby, yes,” hips rutting up into thin air, “I promise I’ll be good, please.” Steve pleaded.
“Hmm,” you pondered, pointer finger trailing over his jaw and down his neck, teasing the smattering of hair across his chest, “‘M not sure you deserve it.” Your lips pressing to that little spot beneath his ear, “Bet getting that girl's phone number made you feel so good didn't it, Stevie? Hm?”
“What?!” Steve was flustered, cheeks pink and hot, eyes darting all over your face, “It didn’t, baby, I swear, ‘m yours.”
You chuckled lightly, lips pressing to the boy’s lightly, “You promise to be good?” you asked.
Steve nodded eagerly, toes curling, hips writhing, “Promise.”
Grinning at the boy beneath you, you sunk to your knees, kneeling between Steve’s thighs. Your nails raked up his calves, digging into the flesh of his thighs. Your tongue darted out between your lips, coming to lap at his heavy balls whilst your fingertips ghosted over his shaft.
Steve let out the sweetest moan, your lashes fluttering up at him as your lips came to wrap tightly around the tip of his cock. You sucked harshly as you took him in inch by inch, until your nose was nudging his pubes, tip brushing the back of your throat.
You pulled off him, mouth still connected by a string of saliva. Steve thrust his hips up, cock searching for the warmth of your mouth, making you giggle, “That feel good, Stevie?”
Steve was wrecked, eyes glassy and chest heaving, his neck hot and red, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, “Yeah, baby, shit, love it so much.”
You licked a flat stripe up the underside of his cock, feeling the prominent vein throb on your tongue, palm cupping his balls as you continued to suck and swirl your tongue around him. Steve whined, teeth digging into his bottom lip, his hands clenching behind his back.
“Need to touch you,” he mewled, head thrown back in pleasure, “need to feel you, please.”
“Hmm?” you hummed against his cock, vibrations shivering down his spine, “you wanna touch me? Wanna feel this sweet pussy wrapped around your cock, baby?”
Steve groaned at your words, a throaty rumble escaping his lips, “Oh, please, please, please.” Steve begged, the silk rope cutting into his wrists.
You stood from your position on the floor, fingers skimming below the hem of your dress, teasing your clit and gathering your slick on your digits. Steve’s jaw fell slack at the sight before him, the slightest peak of your glistening cunt going straight to his cock.
“Y-you’re not… w-wearing anything under that, are you?”
You smirked, shaking your head, “No baby, wanna taste?”
“Please,” he breathed, mouth opening waiting for you.
You laid your fingers flat on his tongue, letting him suck and swirl his tongue around them, tasting you on your fingers. You groaned at the sight of him, fucked out and needy for you.
“Alright, pretty boy,” you teased, positioning your knees either side of his thighs on the bed, grabbing his shaft and sliding it between your wet folds, “ready?”
Steve keened below you, hips moving impatiently, fucking himself up into your hand, nudging your clit, “Please, baby, need’to fuck you.”
You brushed your lips against his in a sweet kiss, bracing yourself on his shoulder before sinking down onto Steve’s cock. You both moaned out at the stretch, the feel of Steve filling you up to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so big, Stevie.” you whined, hips starting to move slowly, a dirty grind on his cock.
A low moan rumbled through his chest, lips parted so prettily, big brown eyes hazy with lust. The fight against himself to keep his hips still, to let you have control, to let you fuck him so well.
“S’like your fat cock was made for this wet little pussy, huh baby?” you moaned, hips moving faster now, hands rubbing up and down his biceps soothingly, nails leaving little crescent marks in the taut skin.
“Yeah,” Steve cried, eyes squeezed shut, “made just for you, s’all yours, baby.”
You grinned at his admission, fingers coming to grab at his jaw, lips peppering wet kisses all over his face. Your hips moved harder now, faster, ass bouncing in his lap. The sound of your flesh slapping against his meaty thighs flowed through the quiet of the room.
“I know you’re close, honey, can feel you throbbing so deep inside me,” you teased, fingers coming to toy with the silk wrapped around his wrists, “feels so fucking good.”
“Fucking Christ,” Steve whined, thighs and abs clenching, “gonna make me cum, please, wanna cum so bad.”
“Yeah?” you breathed, clenching around Steve’s cock, your slick dripping down his shaft and onto his balls with every snap of your hips, “Want me to make you cum, Stevie? Want me to milk this big cock for every last drop?”
“Shit,” he cursed, “yeahyeahyeah, take it.”
You groaned as your hips moved harder now, fingers undoing the silk rope from his wrists, your hands flying to Steve’s hair as his found the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips over his cock.
The grind of your hips a little too hot, your fingers tugging his hair a little too harsh. You sent Steve over the edge, a hot white frenzy overcame his body, every muscle clenching as he came. Hot cum spurting up into you as your hips never slowed.
Steve’s head thrown back with pleasure, mouth hanging agape muttering chants of your name and oh, thank you, thank you over and over. His warm eyes squeezed shut as his chest heaved.
You peppered kisses all over his face, bringing your hands to sit in your lap as you rubbed over his wrists soothingly. You sat like that for a minute, Steve’s cock still buried deep in you, as he came down from his high.
His eyes fluttered open, still a little glassy, cheeks a little pink, “‘M yours baby, you know that, right?”
a/n: part 2 to the cabin! (read part 1 here, it’s not really necessary to read part 1 but i would primarily for context) request for @sweetiestevie <3 i’m sorry it’s not super long but i hope you enjoy. there will be a part 3 so stay tuned for that. there is a lot going on here so i’m sorry if it’s a mess lol
pairing: steve harrington x fem! reader
word count: 2k
warnings: soft and steamy fic, 18+ minors dni, cock warming, dirty talk, sub!steve, a little more daddy kink at the end, cursing, soft and fluffy steve too
summary: ‘a filler episode in steve’s journey to a soft dom’
a/n: request for my bestie @sweetiestevie <3 i hope you like it i’m sorry it’s not super long :(
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 2.2k
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, cursing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, sub!steve, dad!steve and daddy kink all rolled into one (first time writing that so if it’s awful i apologise lmao)
(okay warning!!~ submissive!druig, light bondage {his hands are tied up hehe}, kissing <3, dry humping/thigh riding sorta?, he uhhh cums in his pants so brace yourselves besties.)
nsfw of course <33
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okay look i am submissive as fuck. Like i have tried the whole dom/switch thing and it just..did not work lol. But the idea of being in charge of him for once- i am speechless.
Because like-
Druig definitely has a thing for control. He always has to be in control of every situation. He likes being in charge. And trust me that DEFINITELY translates into the bedroom.
But I also feel like there are some days where everything is just too much. He doesn’t want to be in charge anymore. For once he doesn’t want to be the one making decisions. He doesn’t want to have to think for himself, he just wants needs you.
Okay hot take- He wouldn’t be super bratty. I think that since he’s dominant like 95% of the time when he’s in a submissive mood…he’s committed.
I’m talking: hands tied to the headboard of your bed, isn’t allowed to cum without permission, DEFINITELY into begging, and honestly a little bit of degradation?
But most of all he’s got a praise kink. Like the first time you say “good boy”???? he looses it.
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He’s laying on the bed, the upper half of his body resting upright thanks to the pillows behind him. His hands are fastened to the bed frame. Tightly but gently, the rope tied with care.
He’s shirtless. The button of his black jeans undone and his zippers pulled down. Taunting him with the possibility of you taking them off and finally letting him fuck you.
And as much as he’d like to be deep in your cunt, to feel you clench around him as you whimper in pleasure. He is practically in heaven right now.
The two of you kissing passionately. You’re on top of him, grinding against his thigh. He wasn’t even sure if you were fully conscious of how desperately you were humping him. He didn’t care. The feeling of you rocking against his was driving him mad.
You effortlessly repositioned yourself over him, legs straddling his torso. Never breaking the kiss as you did so.
His lips were swollen and the two of you were breathless.
You could feel how hard he was as you continued grinding against him. The new position offering both of you more stimulation.
He could feel you everywhere. One hand resting on his cheek, your thumb softly stroking his skin. Gently reassuring him that you were his, and that he was being so good for you.
Your other hand running up and down his body. Switching between playing with his hair and resting on his chest, fingers tangled with the pendulum of the necklace he was wearing. (*authors note 🤪* he wears a necklace but hides it under his shirt. this is true because i said so. -allie)
You pause, pulling away from the kiss to admire him. His eyes are closed and he’s mouth is open slighting, breathing heavily. It never ceases to amaze how perfect he is.
“You’re so pretty love,,”
You whisper, playing mindlessly with his hair.
He simply closed his mouth and smiled sweetly, humming appreciatively in response.
Although his body languages was more than enough for you, you decided to take things a step further. You could tell he needed it.
He needed to be pushed over the edge, to fully loose himself to you.
“Well aren’t you going to say thank you pretty boy?”
You said teasingly, an eir of dominance lingering in your tone.
He just laughed lightly before laying his head against his upper arm, eyes still closed. He looked so sweet. His hands still remained tied above his head. He looked peaceful, happy.
Well, he asked for it!
You tangled your fingers in his soft hair and pulled his head back forcefully. Causing his eyes to snap open. His expression a wonderful mixture of confusion and lust.
The two of you just stared at each other for a few moments, as if trying to read each other’s minds.
‘God I’m so in love with the way he looks at me.’
‘Fuck I’m so in love with her.’
“Well? Have you forgotten all your manners? You know I love your sarcasm, but now is not the time to push my limits Druig…Don’t forget who’s the one in control.”
He looked back at you stunned.
He loved this part of you, and tried to memorize moments like these. He enjoyed being the dominant one, you liked being the submissive one. So on occasions where the two of you switched, it was usually for a specific reason. Which made them so special.
“W-what?”
He stammered out, genuinely confused.
You laughed. Absolutely obsessed with the expression of pure confusion on his face.
Leaning down so you could whisper your next words into his ear you said,
“When I ask you to do something, you do it. When I compliment you, you look me in the eye and say thank you. It really is quite simple, need me to dumb it down for you some more?”
Your condescending words going straight to his dick, which somehow managed to get even harder. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, leading you to pout mockingly at him and grind down on him.
He whimpered at the sensation and quickly said-
“I-…Thank you! I’m sorry, i’ll do better. Promise.”
His eyes were glazed over, with that fog of lustful submission you were so familiar with.
You lowered yourself down to his level. Your face inches from his, eyes locked. Still humping him.
“Hey hey, calm down. I know you didn’t mean it, y’ just get a bit forgetful sometimes huh?”
You said.
He nodded tentatively.
“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry you did just what I asked, i’m proud of you. So polite and pretty. My good boy.”
You said.
He’d never heard those terms before. At least not directed at him. Druig lost it.
The way your body was grinding against his dick. The sweet smell of your honey jasmine shampoo. Your voice and your words. God your words… It was too much. Too good.
He came right there. In his pants. Without permission. And he did so shamelessly. Sure the embarrassment of cumming almost completely untouched would hit him into a few minutes. But right now all he cared about was you, and how good you were making him feel.
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SORRY IF THIS SUCKS IDK HOW TO BE DOMINANT but i tried my best 😁😁
For @agnesamarantheastwood who suggested this idea and allowed me to run with it.
Summary: Peter brings a lab coat home one day. It gives you an idea. How could you pass up a chance to drive him wild?
Warnings: afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of bad chemistry puns, penetrative unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), did I say bad chemistry puns already? This went from smut to fluff to humor at the end.
“Welcome home Mr. Parker,” You said upon your fiancé entering the apartment you and him shared. He put down his bag (full of papers) and gave you that small, forced smile that instantly told you it had been a long day.
“Long Friday?” You asked, taking your attention away from the stove.
“Oh you know, the usual. Did you know you can say to your students “this material is corrosive; it will burn through fabric’ ten times and they’re still shocked when it burns a hole through their lab coat?” He held up the lab coat, which had a small but noticeable hole in it.
“I’m sorry babe."
“It’ll be an easy fix. Besides, I should start washing these regularly. I forgot how bad teenage B.O. is,” He said, throwing it over the chair. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Whatcha making sunshine?” He asked, his breath hot on your neck.
“Just some salmon cakes.” This was your routine- Peter would come home and wrap his arms around you, whether you were watching TV or cooking dinner.
“I missed you,” He murmured into your neck.
“I missed you too my love,” You said, flipping the salmon cakes so one side wasn’t burned.
Your eyes darted to the table, landing on the lab coat.
An idea popped into your head.
A different idea. A spicy idea. An idea that made you inadvertently squeeze your thighs together.
“You okay sunshine?” He asked, squeezing a hip.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” You brushed off. Fuck, could he tell?
“Mmmm, your heart’s racing fast.” His large hand trailed down to your thigh, which was bare thanks to the shorts you had on. Despite years of dating, you always forgot how Peter’s ‘Spidey senses’ can detect the slightest change in you.
“My heart’s beating fast because you’re very distracting right now and the last thing I want is dinner to burn.” It convinced him enough to let go and start pulling out plates.
“Can you grab the buns?” You motioned to the ones you had gotten from your favorite deli. You turned your attention back to the stove. You felt two large hands grab your ass. You didn’t even need to turn around to know what was going on.
“Really Peter?”
“You said grab the buns. You didn’t say which buns,” He teased. You couldn’t see it, but you could practically hear the smirk in his voice
Just wait, is what you wanted to say. But why ruin a surprise?
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On Saturday, you eyed Peter as he sat at the kitchen table. He had his sewing kit out and was stitching up the lab coat. God, he was hot. It was truly ridiculous. He was hunched over, bottom lip between his teeth, brow furrowed in concentration.
It only encouraged your desire to go through with this idea.
“Babe, I’m going out to run a few errands. Do you need anything?” You asked.
“Can you get more white thread? Feel like I’m going to need some more after I patch this up,” He said, not even taking his eyes off the coat in his hands.
“Sure thing! See you soon love!” You walked out, otherwise he’d see the Cheshire Cat-like grin you had on your face.
It was exciting. You had brought matching sets before, but nothing quite this extravagant. You were thankful your friend forced you to take the card of the shop they used their for wedding night.
It was time to have some fun.
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When you came back, you saw the lab coat was now patched up and lying on the couch.
"Do you need me to wash this?" You asked, not even hesitating to grab it and hold it over your arm, conveniently covering the bag that contained your surprise.
"Sure, that would be great! I should get going on grading these lab reports," Peter motioned to the stack of papers he had on the coffee table.
"Better to do it now than later! Don't want your students passing notes to me, asking if I can get you to grade their papers," You teased as you walked back to the bedroom you and Peter shared.
"That was one time!" He paused, "....or two."
"Or three!" You yelled out from your bedroom. Peter had a pile of lab reports and tests that would keep him busy while you did laundry and got ready.
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"How go the lab reports?" You called out from your room. You had been keeping an eye on Peter in-between doing laundry. He had remained on the couch, grading away. A benefit of when Peter hyper-focused was it made putting on surprises very easy.
"I'm almost done!" Peter called out.
So am I, you wanted to say as you buttoned the last one on the lab coat. It came down to your knees, making your thigh highs look more like stockings. You almost considered wearing Peter's glasses to complete the look, but you figured the heels and pony tail would be enough.
"Hey Pete, could you help me with something?" you asked, slowly walking out of the bedroom and into the living room.
"Is there another bug in the bathroom?" He asked, not looking up from the paper he was grading.
"No, it's actually a science experiment I need help with," you stood in front of the couch. His eyes met yours, a smile appearing on his face.
"If it's 'do I make a cute scientist', the answer is yes," He said, grinning. You shook your head and walked over to the couch.
"I have a hypothesis that I want to see if it's true or not," you explained coyly.
"And what's your hypothesis?" He asked, putting his papers to the side.
"I hypothesize that," you slid down, straddling his waist, "you're going to lose your mind once you see what's underneath this coat."
He gulped, his eyes now on the buttons of your lab coat.
"A-and what data do y-you have to back up this hypothesis?" Peter was trying, he really was. But after several years of being together, you knew you had the upper hand. You were his weakness. You could make him go from cool, confident and cocky to a stuttering, whimpering mess.
At this point, you didn't even try to hide how much you loved it.
"Similar experiments in the past have yielded similar results," you explained, "Why don't we get started?"
His hands were shaking as he moved them to the top of the lab coat. He unbuttoned one, then the second. Upon the third button, you could hear him gulp as soon as the black lace of your bra was revealed.
"That's...…that's new," he managed to get out.
"it's not the only thing I got," you grinned.
"Keep going Peter," you instructed.
"Fuck," you heard him whisper. You couldn't hide your grin.
"So is my hypothesis accurate?" You asked.
"I don't think the experiment is done sunshine," his hands were moving quicker, but still shaking. His eyes widened when he saw the black garter belt which revealed you were wearing thigh highs, not stockings.
Once the final button was undone, you leaned back, placing your hands on his knees to show off the set you had gotten and to take in Peter's expression.
He was trying, trying really hard not to lose it. But his heavy breathing was telling you otherwise. You couldn't help but feel like you were on display, with the way his eyes were looking all over, burning into your skin. He licked his lips, like he wanted to devour you whole.
You were more than happy to oblige.
His hands slid past the coat, cupping your breasts. You bit your tongue as he thumbs moved across your nipples, causing them to stiffen. Which was very obvious thanks to the thin, sheer fabric.
"So...have we reached a conclusion for our experiment?" You asked. You knew he knew how turned on you were. And yet, you were still determined to have the upper hand.
"Yeah," he looked at you, a smirk appearing, "The conclusion is you're way too fucking hot."
You grinned, "So I'm an exothermic reaction? Spreading hotness everywhere?" You motioned to the tent that had formed in his grey sweatpants.
He cocked his head to the side, confused as to whether he should be turned on or not, "Are....are you making chemistry puns?"
You couldn't help but giggle, "It's a chemistry lab coat! And you're a chemistry teacher," you leaned in so your breath was hot on his ears, "and I know it turns you on when I'm simultaneously cute and hot at the same time."
"You should be careful about adding more variables to your experiment, dear," Peter grunted.
You felt him grab the back of your thighs. Instinctively, you threw your arms around his neck. Your instinct was on point, as the next thing you knew, Peter was carrying you over to the kitchen table. The table you may or may not have cleared off in anticipation of this.
He sat you down. It caused him to lean down, which made him at eye level with you. This made kissing much easier. Not that his lips were on yours for long.
You let out a shudder once you felt his teeth nipping at your neck. His hands were all over, making their way from your breasts to your hips. You felt his fingers fumble with the straps of your garter belt, snapping them off the thigh highs. You lifted your hips so it was easier for Peter to slide your now very soaked panties down your legs. You motioned to the lab coat.
"Please keep it on, you're fulfilling like four different fantasies I've had since high school," He said in between pressing kisses into your exposed thighs.
You were about to make a snide remark, but then his mouth was on your core, lapping up your wetness and suddenly you forgot what words were. You tangled your fingers into his chestnut hair, tugging on his soft locks.
The moan he let out against your cunt was guttural and the vibrations it sent up your body caused you to arch your back.
"Fuck P-Peter, feels s'good," You praised, knowing it would turn him on even more.
He continues his assault on your cunt, too wrapped up in how divine you taste to make a bad chemistry joke. He had been able to smell you from the bedroom, before you even came out. In hindsight, he was glad he didn't ruin the surprise. But god, was he desperate for you.
"P-,Peter," you whined, tugging on his hair to get attention, "w-wanna c-come w-with you inside me. Please."
He shook his head, pulling away, "Gotta get my pretty little scientist ready for my cock."
Peter dove back in between your thighs. You arched your head back, careful not to hit it against the table (you had done that before). Despite the little clothing you were wearing, you felt hot. Everywhere.
Weren't you supposed to be the one running the show here?
When you felt two fingers inside of you, you stopped caring. He stretched you out, working that spot that made you breathless. The thoughts in your head were fuzzy and warm. You had lost control of your body with you legs shaking and thrashing against Peter's head. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trying to keep you in place.
Every nerve felt like it was on fire. The fabric of the lab coat provided friction against your back and shoulders. The neighbors could probably hear how much you enjoyed this and you could expect a noise complaint in your mailbox in two to three business days.
Actually, given how loud you moaned out Peter's name when you came, that noise complaint was probably going to arrive with priority mailing.
Peter would normally continue to lap you up. Try to make you come at least once or twice more. As much as he loved making you fall apart from pleasure, he needed you.
You could tell by the way he quickly moved from your thighs to hovering over your upper body.
"Fuck you're hot," You whispered, breathless.
"I'd say you're a pretty perfect arrangement in atoms too," He grinned, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweats.
You were so stunned that he had made a chemistry joke that you didn't notice him lowering his pants and boxers. It was when he grabbed your thighs to pull you to the edge of the table that you realized that you had achieved your goal.
Peter Parker was fucking you while you wore a lab coat. He wasn't the only one who's had science-themed fantasy since high school.
You couldn't help but smile.
"Is someone happy they're getting fucked?" He asked, his voice low and hushed.
"You must be a diamond," You bit your lip to hold back a moan, "because I gave you a hardness of 10."
He rolled his eyes, a smirk still evidence on his face. Peter increased the hardness he used to thrust into you, gripping your thighs harder.
You grinned. You wondered if you could get him to crack.
"You're hotter than a Bunsen burner. A-all t-the way t-turned u-up," He didn't even wait for you to finish the joke before he began to pound into you. He eyes were narrowed in concentration but you could see the edges of his mouth turning upwards. There was a warm gleam in his eyes, the kind that made you feel soft, safe, and loved.
"Even the Kelvin scale couldn't-"
"I can't wait to marry you," He said quickly, before bending down to press his lips against yours. You nodded your head feverishly, your fingers snaking into his hair.
His lips trailed up, resting on your forehead. It was that sweet, intimate display of affection, combined with how his cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, that did you in. The grip you had on his hair tighten as you came.
It wasn't the only grip you had on him.
A string of obscenities left his mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Suddenly, he stilled, emptying out inside of you.
For the next few minutes, the two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. Heavy panting filled the room. Peter pressed small kisses into your jawline.
"You know, I hear chemists do it on the table-"
"Periodically?" Peter finished for you. You raised an eyebrow. He shrugged in response.
"I teach chemistry. You think I wouldn't know the most basic pickup line?" He pretended to be insulted. You grinned, shaking your head against his cheek.
"You use them so well....almost like you've used them on someone else before," you teased.
"Just an this amazing, beautiful woman who wore lingerie under a lab coat for me."
"Huh, sounds like you should marry her," You rested your forehead against his. Now it was his turn to grin.
"I am. I am going to marry her," he gently rubbed his nose against yours. He sighed, happily. Peter looked completely at peace. It was your favorite look on him. It was a look you wished you could keep him in forever. It's what he deserved.
The two of you laid there, smiling and staring into each other's eyes. You enjoyed it before realization set in.
"We're going to need to wash this lab coat again, aren't we?"
"Oh, one hundred percent, Peter. Though it is your turn to wash it."
steve harrington acting all tough but the moment you wrap your pretty lips around his aching cock, you break him. his head falls back, he cries and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as you let your tongue run up and down his length. you pull away, and he gasps, hips rutting up desperately. “look at me,” you command, “or i’ll stop.” his eyes flicker down to you, kneeling at his feet, half naked and tongue lapping at the slit of his pretty pink cock. your eyes meet his and you move to encapsulate the tip of his member in your mouth, tongue swirling as you use your hands to bring him further to the edge. he’s flustered, shy, embarrassed, but you only hum as his legs shake—you love seeing him come undone for you.
He whimpered as you changed position, manhandling him into the place you wanted. You now had his ass up, his body leaning on his forearms at the end of the bed. Across from it was the full length mirror.
"Look up, baby."
You slipped back inside him, feeling the resistance of his tight hole with each thrust you gave. His breathing was so heavy, you could see the breaths he took making his upper back heave up and down. Watching his back muscles move was turning you on, encouraging you to speed up your thrusts.
He was so embarrassed. Shy. He could handle being fucked in the ass, but watching it happen like some porno in real time? That was nearly too much. Seeing his figure in a position he previously considered 'feminine' was making his face flame red. Watching each thrust and feeling the slap of your thighs against the backs of his was simply too stimulating, so he curled to the side, hiding himself from the mirror.
You notice, of course, and let out a frustrated sigh, reaching down to take a handful of his hair and lift his body up from it, eliciting a loud and high moan as you drag him back to his original place. You lean down to reach the side of his face, your thrusts never faltering. You lick his cheek and he whimpers, closing his eyes but immediately shooting them back open after remembering your request.
"Good boy." Your low voice speaks right into his ear. You were now leaned over him, he could feel your tits pressing up against his back, your nipples dragging across it just slightly. He bit the inside of his lip so hard it almost drew blood.
As a reward, you decided to give him a treat. It was hard for you to maneuver so it didn't happen often, but when it did... it drove him absolutely crazy. You were craving to see him unravel and this was the perfect way to do it.
Your thrusts slow only a little bit to allow for them to reach deeper. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror as you reach one hand down to wrap around his red cock that had been leaking precum steadily onto the sheets below. His eyes struggle to stay open when you swipe your thumb over his tip to collect it. You then wrap your hand around him and give him an experimental squeeze. He can't handle it, and his eyebrows crash together as he cries pathetically.
You hum in his ear and his eyes start to well up as soon as you start pumping his dick. Up and down your hand went, and in and out your strap thrusted. His eyes drop from your face to his lower half. He couldn't choose what to look at, he could hardly think at all. The only thing going on in his head was you you you.
He didn't get the chance to settle on where as he got close. His eyes darted all around your two figures as he let out noises he would normally try to hold back at least a little bit. He didn't have the energy to care this time. He was too greedy for it.
"P-Please..." He whimpers, his body wishing to collapse on itself. Your grip on his hip tightened and your other hand had focused all of its attention to squeezing and jerking his tip- just the thing that drove him mad.
He felt himself nearing his climax quickly, each deep thrust pressing against that sweet, sweet spot and your hand providing just the right amount of friction and pressure. You were perfect, so perfect for him he couldn't believe it. His arms shook under his weight and by the look in his eyes, you knew he was right there.
So, you pushed him over the edge. You gave a particular harsh thrust and tightened you grip at the same time. He moaned out loudly, his entire body tensing up and clenching around you and he made that a famed "o" face. His cock spurted out thick ropes of white into the sheets, the amount being much more than you'd ever seen from him. Your thrusts turned gentle as you fucked him through his orgasm. He came for so much longer than normal, you wondered how long he'd needed a good fuck like this.
His body fell and he slumped onto the bed, laying in his own cum now. It didn't faze him, he'd think he was completely numb if it weren't for your soft pulling out. You lean down and brush hair off his face, revealing tired and closed eyes on a sweat covered face. Your heart swelled. It must have been hard to hold himself up that long for you, he was such a good boy.
You kissed his eyelid and left the room to take off the strap and grab a towel. While there, you started to draw a bath. When you came back you were surprised to see he wasn't sleeping yet, he had rolled over and his chest rose and fell at a slower pace than before. He opened his eyes loosely to watch you clean him up. You let him lay there for a minute before you helped him off the bed and led him to the warm bath.
It wasn't hot, he hated that. A reason he refused to take showers with you- you turned up the water way too much for his liking.
He settled into the water and his broken voice hummed lowly.
"I'm gonna go change the sheets." You try to get up from the side of the tub but he stops you by grabbing your arm with the little strength he had left.
"Please stay, Y/n." His eyes are hooded and quite frankly you worried that you went a little too hard, but you knew he would have told you if that was the case.
"Okay, baby." You whisper and sit down beside him on the bathroom floor. You held his hand for a while before he complained about the other getting all raisin-like. Even in a state like this he made you laugh.
You massaged and lathered the shampoo into his long hair, getting lost in the soft feeling of it. He cranks his head backward, missing your face, and you dot the suds on his nose. He flashed you that beautiful smile and you knew, this boy really was your one and only love in life.
Can I request a blurb about steve where he’s with someone more dominant than him and he gets ridden for the first time? I love submissive Stevie 😩🤍
ooooh yes sub steve is the best! also fair warning i'm writing this half drunk and its unproofed so go easy on me. gif by gaybuckybarnes !
content warning: graphic language, p in v, mentions of oral, creampie, dirty talk, sub!steve harrington
when you take steve's cock in your hand and give it a few strokes, cunt hovering his hips as you kneel over him, he cries out your name. whining almost.
he was as hard as a rock, having just spent the last 30 minutes eating you out. it's painful in the best way, he once told you. always craving more. he would go down on you forever if he could. lord knows he's tried.
but there was something about how you looked in that very moment: hair falling over your face as you look down at his cock, guiding the tip to your clit, pressing it just firm enough to satisfy you and not hurt him. he watches your mouth fall agape in pleasure, and his hips jerk involuntarily.
you look up at him, meeting his eye. you hold the gaze as you slowly sink down onto his length. steve begins to pant slow breaths, eyes fluttering shut. you let out a quiet moan, never quite used to how deeply he filled you.
he feels himself bottoming out inside of you, and his hands clutch your hips frantically. "don't..." he starts, breathless. "don't move." he already fears of cumming too soon, which he would feel more embarrassed about if he could think of anything besides how fucking good you felt.
"too much?" you ask, genuine concern in your voice. he nods furiously, face tensing up.
you reach to caress his cheek, "okay, baby, i'll go slow." you lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. "i've got you."
"i know," steve whispers, breath hitching. you lean back to your original position, now with your hands pressed on steve's stomach for stability.
you test the waters with a slow thrust of your hips, and steve's shoulders heave forward. his breath shutters, but his hands remain on your hips, guiding you into another thrust. you start a rhythm so slow you start to feel dizzy; steve's cock gliding in and out of you at a perfect angle.
it's very gradual, but soon enough you start to quicken your pace. this causes steve's pants to turn into breathless moans, as he continued to hold your hips. you hold his hands on your, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.
when steve goes to sit up, you push his chest backward into the pillows. "stay," you say– well, moan. you start to move even faster, leaning forward, taking complete advantage of the angle you were in.
you take one of steve's hands and move it to your clit. steve catches on immediately, using his thumb to press hard, repetitive circles on your bead.
when you cum, it's sudden and intense, with a "fuck yeah, baby," and a series of jumbled swear words and whines. steve quickly follows, head pushing hard into the pillows he rested on. you feel a warmth in your pussy as your thrusts grow slower and wetter.
when you pull yourself off of steve and collapse, you both take a beat to catch your breaths. then steve goes, breathlessly, "let's do that again."
Soooooo, NOBODY has written anything for Cody Bonar from ‘On Becoming a God in Central Florida’? Like he would be the perfect sub and I need someone to write him in a relationship with somebody who actually likes him. Yeah so, get on that.
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[2k] prompt: “Steve being insecure about being shirtless with his scars.” Summer, pool days, Steve needs a hype man. Soft shit.
“Babe, are you not too hot?”
Steve opened his eyes and peered over to where you were lying beside him, stretched out on your stomach in just a bikini, under the sun and the shadows of tree branches.
You were both aware that the Harrington’s had perfectly comfortable loungers that sat by the pool but you preferred the blanket that Steve let you steal, laid out in the back yard so you could push your feet into the coolness of the grass.
You raised yourself onto your elbows, mouth pushed into a pout as you watched the boy turn to you, lazy with the sun, his shirt still on despite his whispering to join you in the pool soon.
You’d dipped in and out all day, the Indiana summer making good on its promises of a late August heatwave, the temperatures soaring, the skies endless and blue. The whole town smelled like the peaches from Mr and Mrs Lovatt’s farm, extra chlorine from backyard pools, fresh flowers from every open window.
“M’fine,” Steve told you softly, eyes fond, the hand that smoothed over the small of your back affectionate.
But you could see the way his white shirt was sticking to the drips and ridges of his tummy, the way he kept pulling at the material as if it was annoying him.
You knew why.
You knew why he kept it on. It was the same reason he switched off the lights before he let you pull his clothes off, mouths hot on each other’s skin, hands frantic. It’s why he didn’t slip in the shower with you before work, both of you still sleep soft and lazy, kisses trailing over shoulders and backs.
But Steve was stubborn and prideful, and most of all, he didn’t want to worry you. So he didn’t say anything, he acted as if everything was okay, that everything was normal and he didn’t wake up in the night, eyes glass, clutching at you as he tried to make his breathing return to normal.
So instead, you moved into him, grinning when he smiled, loving the way you stretched yourself out alongside him.
“Baby, are you gonna think I’m ugly when I’m old and have wrinkles?”
Steve scrunched his nose, bewildered at your question. Where had that come from? Did you really think he was that shallow?
“What? No! Of course not,” he stuttered, and he was suddenly adamant to make you believe you were the prettiest girl in the whole fucking world. “Wrinkles aren’t ugly, you could never be anything less than perfect. Why would you say that?”
You shrugged, still keeping your voice casual, level. You dropped a hand to his covered chest, the skin below the cotton hot to touch. Small circles with the pad of your finger, lazy and trailing over the muscle there. You watched the boy swallow. You knew by now that if you tried to bring your touch lower, down his ribs, across his waist, he’d flinch.
It destroyed you every time.
“Vogue magazine and the societal norms pushed onto females would like me to think so.”
Steve paused, huffed and then pushed himself up to sit, seemingly frustrated with your answer. How could you possibly think you weren’t perfect? The boy couldn’t understand it.
“Well they’re wrong,” he told you, ducking down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, melting into you, leaving the taste of fresh lemonade and cherries behind. “Like, really fucking wrong.”
“Good.” You state. “So are you.”
You lean back up for another kiss to soften the blow of your words, smiling when you see confusion knit across your boyfriend's features. His lips part, his brows furrowed and you smile.
“They’re not ugly, Steve,” you tell him slowly, wondering if he’ll understand without you having to force the conversation.
You watch his eyes widen in understanding, a flush that has nothing to do with the summer creeping across his cheeks, painting the new freckles there with a shade of pink.
“They’re not exactly pretty, either,” he grumbled, shying away from your gaze as he lay back down on the blanket, a hand thrown over his eyes, hiding from the sun, hiding from you.
And that just wouldn’t fucking do.
“But they’re a part of you,” you said, sticky soft like the heat. You hated that tears brimmed at your eyes, hot, heavy drops that clung to your lashes because you couldn’t believe this boy, this man, saw himself as unworthy giving every piece of himself to you.
“And I love every part of you.”
It wasn’t a poem or a love song, it wasn’t a grand declaration and it wasn’t even all that cheesy coming from you, Steve realised. You said it so plainly, so simply, the way that day faded into night.
You said it so sincerely, that he didn’t have any choice but to believe you.
He glanced at you from underneath his arm, a soft sound escaping his chest when he saw the tears in your eyes, the upset there. You were picking at the blades of grass, bottom lip wobbling because you weren’t really sure what to do when your boyfriend shied away from your touch.
“Babe,” Steve murmured, all gentle coaxing, soft words, softer eyes. He sat up, pulling you into the space he made between his legs. Pushing his face into the crook of your neck, his mouth found a spot you both liked, lips pressing kisses there, his voice muffled on your skin. “Baby.”
You hummed, a sad sound that didn’t really answer him but Steve looked back up, chased your gaze with his own before giving up and catching your chin between finger and thumb, holding your face gently to his.
He kissed away the tear that had slipped out, trailing hot down your cheek.
“Baby,” he repeated, “don’t cry, not over this please.”
You gave in then, curling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, hands against your bare back, dripping under the strings of your swimsuit.
“I just want you to let me see you,” you told him, quiet and hushed as you hid your face in his chest. It was a difficult line to toe, you’d realised.
The last thing you wanted to do was make the boy feel uncomfortable, or pressured. But you knew you’d kiss every bump, every scratch, every scar the boy had, if he’d let you.
“I don’t want you to be…” you trailed off, unsure of the right word.
“Embarrassed?” Steve finished for you.
Your stomach fell into a pit, twisting horribly at the word. You lay your head on his shoulder, your cheek squished to him and your fingers played with his T-shirt collar.
“Is that how you feel?”
You breathed him in, cedar and spice and Steve, lemon and berries from lunch, coconut sunscreen and apple shampoo. You nosed at the bare skin of his neck, pushing yourself into him more as you felt him grasping for an answer. He felt tense against you, an odd sensation and you wanted to pull it away from him like a blanket in the night.
“I- I dunno,” he mumbled and he held onto you a little tighter when he felt you deflate against him. “Sometimes I just catch a glimpse of it, and I just- I just hate the way it looks.”
You closed your eyes in hope when you let your hand wander, dropping from where it had been curled at his chest, downwards, sinking into the side of him, palm flat as it ran over his ribs. You felt the muscles there clench, his breathing hitch. But he didn’t pull away. He didn’t stop you.
You could hardly feel a difference in the pattern of his skin, not over the material of his t-shirt. Steve let you press your hand there, thumb running in soft, slow circles and you kept it up until he let go of the breath he had been holding, finally relaxing under you - if only just.
So you didn’t say anything else, you just let the boy feel; summer and you sinking over him, the sun shining through the oak tree that you both liked to lay under, its leaves and branches painting dappled stripes of light across your bare skin.
“I understand,” you finally said and you kept your voice low, soft, blending in with the hum of the pool filter, the soft hiss of Mr Davison’s sprinkler from next door. “But I want you to know that I don’t look at it and see anything other than the reminder of how far you’re willing to go for your friends.”
You moved, turning so you could face Steve, watching his pretty features soften in realisation. You cupped his chin in your hand, the same way he’d done to you.
“For me,” you added, feeling warm as you leaned into him for another quick kiss.
But the boy chased you, eyes fluttering shut and hands on your waist, pulling you back into him until you tumbled into his lap, smiling against his kiss.
His fingers found the bare skin that your bikini bottoms didn’t cover, blunt nails scraping over the sides of your hips in a way that made you shiver, opening your mouth for him, as eager as the boy was.
“You really think that?”
Steve’s voice was a whisper, reverent against your mouth, kissing the question into you with a sweetness that made your heart ache. You nodded, nose pushing into his.
“I do,” you told him. Another kiss, pushed to the corner of his lips, sweet and sticky. “I think you’re brave and loyal.”
A kiss to his cheek, pushed to the stubble there, rough under your touch. Steve hummed in response; a happy, shy noise that you decided you adored.
“I think you’re amazing and smart and kind,” you trailed your mouth over the his jaw, open mouthed kisses pushed there, and Steve tilted his head back for you, giving you all the access you wanted, his neck taught.
You nosed at the spot under his ear, that little patch of skin that made him shiver when you brushed your lips across it. You mouthed over the shell of his ear, grinned when you heard his soft gasp, the hairs on his arms standing on end.
“And I think you’re hot as fuck.”
He barked out a laugh then, his smile blinding, that happy stretch of his lips that made a dimple appear in one cheek, the corner of his lashes kissing.
“Behave yourself.”
He gave your bum a swift tap, playful despite the way his eyes were gazing into with such complete adoration and affection, it took your breath away.
“It’s true,” you mused, voice sweet and sincere, your arms wrapping around the boy’s neck as you pulled him back into you.
Steve let you, grinning all soft as you wrapped him up in you, sunscreen and chlorine on your skin, mango body wash from the shower you had that morning.
“Love you,” he mumbled against your cheek, pressing a noisy smack there, “so much.”
“Love you too baby.”
A few minutes passed as you basked in the sun and each other, limbs tangled, mouths moving lazy over the others before Steve pulled back slightly, lifting his arms for you, brows raised expectantly.
You grinned, joyous, as you gripped the hem of his T-shirt, pulling the material over his head and throwing it as far across the yard as you possibly could.
“See?” You told him, unable to act smug at your win, your voice all sticky fondness instead, and you were elated when Steve let you run your hands over his chest, sun kissed skin and scars silver in the afternoon light.
