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♡SMUT♡/JoeKeery×reader

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You and Joe been dating for 1 year now, and you're on a trip with some of yours and his friends in Vegas. And somehow yall ended up at a Magic Mike show. So do you stay or do you go? And does Joe get Jealous??

You lift your hips to help him peel them off, but instead, he gets himself in between your legs, and presses his hard clothed cock against your wet clothed pussy, and starts to grind against you. "Oh, Joe! Don't tease me now, baby. I need you! Please." He grinds harder against you as hands grip your hips and he leans down and kisses between your breast. "You wanted me to grind against you, babe. Just doing what I was told." He mumbles against your skin. You grip his hair, pulling his head back. "Well now, I'm telling you to fuck me senseless. So fuck me senseless. Now." His eyes darken as he stops the hard slowly grinding. He pulls back and tosses off your panties and spread your legs wide to see your delicious wet pussy. You glance down and see a big wet spot on his boxers from his leaking tip and your needy pussy. He lean down and kisses up your thighs with slopy open mouth kisses. You reach down and grip his hair, guiding him closer to your core. "Mm, babygirl. I just want a little taste, then I promise I'll fuck your brains out. Promise." He says between kisses. Lips right next to your aching core. "Please hurry, and touch me in some way! Come on Joey!" You tug his hair right to your core and he dives right, licking up all your leaking juices, tongue dipping in and out of you, over and over again. You buck your hips up, as he hits your sweet spot with that fucking skilled tongue. His hand grips your thigh as the other reaches up to hold down your hip as he buries his face into your pussy even more. His nose hitting your clit in just the right places. "Oh Joe! Fuck yess baby! I'm already so, so, sooo close!" He moans louder into you, just adding to the heavy pleasure. His hands grip you tighter, tight enough that he's gonna leave definite marks on you. You grind up into his face again, he let's you a bit this time as he sucks on your swollen lips and let's a free hand go to your pussy and pushes two fingers inside you and curls them inside you. It's too much for you and you let out a scream of his name and squirt all over Joe's face and he takes all your cum, letting any extra drip off him. "Damn, babygirl. You squirted so much for me" He kisses up your body, spreading the cum all over you until he reaches your lips and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself. You run a hand through his hair as the other holds him in place by the back of his neck. He starts grinds against you again. You feel this throbbing cock in aching need. "Now I'll fuck you senseless, baby." He quickly pulls away to toss off his boxers that have a big wet stain from his leaking cock. When he takes it off, his huge vainy cock springs free, standing tall and throbbing in pain, and needs your pussy immediately. "Oh gosh, Joe, you're aching for me." As you sit up and reach our, stroking him a couple times before he grips your wrist to stop you. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. Let me at least get it in you" He lays you back on the bed as he settles between your legs, his tip running up and down your wet folds before he pushes in, gripping your hips hard as he does so.

#joe keery #joe keery smut #djo #smut #joe keery imagine

fullofdelusionx

Joe and y/n have been dating for a few weeks and it’s the first time together and staying at joes apartment overnight

Super fluffy/smutty

You’re writing is amazing btw!!

Sleepover Club

Pairing: Joe Keery x You

W/C: 2.5k

Summary: Joe tries to make you as comfortable as possible on your first sleepover together since making it official.

Warning: 18+ MDNI, protected sex, pinv

The first thing Joe did when you stepped into his apartment was apologise for absolutely nothing, "Sorry, it's a little messy".

You looked around at the spotless living area and laughed, "I see a singular mug on the kitchen counter and oh shit, is that a bread crumb on your coffee table?"

"Ha ha, very funny" He grinned, relaxing immediately into the situation. You'd only been dating a few weeks, but somehow everything with him felt easy. There was still that nervous excitement whenever he looked at you for too long, still butterflies whenever he reached for your hand, but there was comfort there too. The kind that made you feel like you could stay.

Tonight was the first night you were spending together at his apartment and Joe seemed determined to make sure you were comfortable every second of it. He wouldn't even let you carry your own overnight bag from your place to his.

"Want water?"

"Yeah, please"

"Tea?"

"Water's fine"

"Blanket?"

"Joe..."

"What?"

"I'm fine. You're fine"

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "I just want you to have a good time. I want it to feel like your place too".

Your expression softened, "I already am and do". That earned you a smile so bright it nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

Later, as the evening sun dipped lower, the two of you wandered around the neighborhood together. It wasn't anything special, just a walk. The kind where your shoulders bumped together and neither of you moved away. You weren't used to the small areas of Manhattan since you recently moved to Brooklyn from Chicago so it weirdly also felt like a show and tell. Joe pointed out random things along the way that he thought you'd enjoy, like the cat he sees every morning when he leaves the house, a new coffee shop he swear does the best matcha around, a tree he insists just randomly got dropped there one morning. By the time you got back to his apartment, your cheeks hurt from laughing.

Dinner became another adventure. You cooked together, which mostly meant Joe stealing ingredients while pretending he was helping.

"Can you please stop eating the cheese"

"No, not really". His smile was teasing, but there was something hopeful underneath it. You leaned over and kissed his cheek and for a second he looked completely stunned before standing behind you and wrapping his arms round you as you stirred the food.

After a beautiful dinner, you both curled up on the sofa to watch TV. Neither of you paid much attention to what was actually playing, just something randomly chosen on Netflix, too busy chatting about random parts of the past week, differences between Chicago and New York and the better pizza. Halfway through, Joe draped an arm across the back of the couch behind you, playing lightly with the back of your hair. An hour later, you were tucked against his side, head on his shoulder.

Eventually it got late enough that Joe stood and stretched, "Okay".

"Okay?"

"I have something for you"

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously as he disappeared down the hallway before returning with an oversized sweatshirt, "My guest offering".

You laughed, "Your offering?"

"It's comfortable. I stand by my choice. Good sleepwear"

"I did bring my own pyjamas you know?"

"Oh I know. This is still the better option"

It was far too big on you. The sleeves swallowed your hands but the scent of his detergent and cologne lingered in the fabric. Joe looked estatic when you emerged from the bathroom wearing it.

"See?"

"You look very proud of your offering"

"I am. It looks, really good on you"

When you finally climbed into bed together, the room was dim except for the soft glow of a lamp near the dresser. The nervousness started to creep in. Not because anything was wrong but because everything felt important and Joe seemed to sense it, "Hey" as he put his phone on charge on his bedside,

"Hi" you grabbed onto the edges of the sleeves of the sweatshirt, pulling it closer to you and tucking yourself under his duvet further,

"You doing okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah"

"Good" He settled beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. Neither of you rushed anything, instead you talked. Childhood stories, embarrassing ex's, dreams neither of you usually shared out loud. At some point the conversation shifted into quieter territory, like things that mattered, fears, hopes, future, the uncertainty that comes with caring about someone new.

"I really like this" Joe admitted eventually.

"This?"

"Us. Here"

Your heart squeezed.

He stared up at the ceiling for a second before continuing, "I know it's only been a few weeks, but I haven't wanted to take things slowly with someone in a long time. Life's absolute chaos, so it's nice to just take some time".

You turned toward him, "I like us too. There's just no need to rush, go at our pace"

"And I appreciate it. You know I come with a lot of baggage, to say the least. I'm still surprised you accepted my date invitation all them months ago"

"You can thank Wes, you have a good wingman" You laughed.

The room grew quiet after, but a comfortable quiet. The kind that felt full rather than empty. Joe reached for your hand beneath the blankets, his fingers intertwined with yours naturally, like they'd always belonged there. You looked at each other for a moment, before he leaned in and kissed you. The kind of kiss that felt less about urgency and more about just being close in the moment. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were smiling, Joe rested his forehead against yours, "You still okay? Still comfortable?"

You laughed, "Joe. Stop".

"Just checking"

"You've checked about fifty times since I got here"

"Good, then we're on schedule"

You kissed him again before he could say anything else. The laughter of it all fading into something softer. Your hands roamed over his shoulders and down his back, tracing his spine, feeling his muscles tense under your fingertips. The sweatshirt became a barrier between you and the friction you both started to crave. Joe seemed to sense the same impatience you currently were, and his hand slid up from your waist, pushing it upwards until his palm met your stomach.

You gasped into his mouth as he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning over yours to double check this was okay. It wasn't the first time you'd had sex with him since getting together, hell, your room mate complained you guys were at it like rabbits the first week you made it official, but something about being in the confined space of his bedroom, in his bed, made this feel different. Neither of you was getting up and heading out after, you were now staying the night. Then with one fluid motion, he gripped the hem of the sweatshirt and pulled it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear against his sheets.

The vulnerability should have been terrifying, but the way Joe looked at you stripped the fear straight away He didn't just looked at you like an angel. His gaze tracked from your eyes, and down to your lips, your boobs, and down your stomach. He lowered his head, his lips pressing a kiss below your ear, down to your throat then trailing down between your boobs. You arched your back, your hands tangling in his hair to hold him there. His mouth moved a bit lower, capturing a nipple between his teeth, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You moaned, the sound loud in the quiet of the room, but it only seemed to encourage him further as you felt him smile against you. He teased you, his tongue carrying on whilst his hand continued down, skimming over your waist to settle between your thighs.

You parted your legs instinctively, your hips lifting off the mattress to meet his hand as he pulled your pants down. He didn't rush which made you want more. He stroked you through your folds, his fingers sliding through the wetness that had gathered there. The sensation was a slow, deliberate torture that built the tension in you that bordered on desperation.

"Please" you breathed, basically pleaing for more.

He shifted his weight, settling between your legs. You could feelhow hard he was against your inner thigh, a heavy reminder of what was coming. He reached over to the nightstand, the crinkle of a foil wrapper cutting through the room alongside your breathing. He rolled the condom on, then positioned himself over you, his left arm next to your head, his right hand guiding himself. He entered you slowly, letting your body adjust. The sensation was overwhelming, a sense of fullness that you knew you would never get used to. You dug your nails into his shoulders, then he began to move.

He started with a slow rhythm, grinding his hips against yours in a way that stimulated every feeling possible. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him deeper, meeting his thrusts with your desperation. The bed frame creaked softly, a rhythmic squeak that mixed with wet, slapping sound of skin against skin. As much as you probably know his neighbours, and your neighbours would probably hate it, especially at this time, but sound only encouraged you further. The pace increasing. The sweetness of the moment broke, giving way to something rougher, more urgent. Joe's thrusts became harder, faster, driving into you with a force that pushed you up the mattress and made you moan louder. The edge was there now, what was a romantic moment now just physical needs needing to be met.

"Look at me" he said, voice low.

You forced your eyes open, locking with his. The intensity of the stare undid you then and there. You felt yourself clench around him, the muscles rippling as your orgasm built within you. He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles. The stimulation too much. Your body clamped around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you, drowning out everything but the feeling of him inside you. "Fuck Joe" You managed to scramble together as he carried on at full force. But he soon groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic and losing rhythm but a few deeper thrusts in which he shuddered and pulsed inside you.

After a few moments of you both gathering yourselves together, he pulled out and collapsed onto you, his weight pinning you to the mattress. You laid there for a long time, the room was quiet again, except for the sound of your breathing slowing down. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then down his upper arm as your other hand traced the lines of his back. He soon pushed himself off you and collapsed on the mattress next to you. "Please don't ask me if I'm okay" you laughed out breathlessly.

He joined in with you laughing, "Shut up". He wiped the hair that stuck to his forehead to the side, "Do you want me to grab that sweatshirt for you?".

You shook your head, you felt comfortable enough, pulling the duvet up to cover you both and leaning into his side. He kissed the top of your head, "Sleep well. Just wake me if you need anything". You squeezed into him further, closed your eyes and had the best night sleep of your life.

The next morning, the first thing you noticed was warmth. The second thing you noticed was that you couldn't move. You blinked slowly, still half asleep, and discovered exactly why. Joe's arm was wrapped around your waist with his face was buried in your shoulder, one of his legs was tangled with yours. You smiled immediately. Apparently Joe was a clingy sleeper, not that you were complaining.

For a few moments you stayed perfectly still, listening to the quiet hum of the city outside and the steady rhythm of Joe's breathing. The city a lot louder than it is over in Brooklyn. Still, everything felt calm, and you felt safe. Then Joe made a small noise and somehow pulled you even closer. You laughed quietly but his eyes remained shut.

"Joe"

No response.

"Joe"

A sleepy groan escaped him.

"You're crushing me"

"Mmm, okay"

"You awake?"

"No"

"How come you answered me then?"

"Sleep talking" His voice was rough with sleep, making you grin. One eye cracked open, then the other. For a second he just stared at you, then a slow smile spread across his face. He looked like waking up next to you was somehow the best surprise he'd ever received even though he knew you was sleeping over.

"You look happy for 8am" you said.

"I am happy. Very happy"

The answer came so quickly that it caught you off guard yet Joe seemed completely unaware he'd said anything unusual. Instead he reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Good morning".

"Morning"

His smile softened, there was still a little disbelief in his expression like he couldn't quite believe this was real. Dating you, waking up next to you, getting intimate moments like these, both still naked underneath the sheets, getting to have mornings like this.

"What?"

Joe shook his head, "Nothing"

"You're staring at me funny"

"I'm admiring" Joe sat up slightly, stretching, then reached for your hand again. His thumb brushing across your knuckles. The feeling made something warm bloom inside your chest. "You know" he said quietly, "I was kind of nervous about this".

"What, me staying over?

"Yeah"

You smiled, "Why?"

"I wanted everything to be perfect"

You immediately laughed.

Joe groaned, "See? That's why I didn't say it."

"No, it's just-" You squeezed his hand, "Joe, the whole point is that it wasn't perfect"

He frowned, "What does that mean?"

"We burnt half of dinner. The other half you ate before we even had the chance to dish up. The movie we watched was absolutely terrible"

Joe sighed dramatically, "Continue"

"But it was fun. We don't need perfect, we just need us. If every night and every morning was just like this from now on, then give me burnt food and terrible TV every night of the week"

His expression softened and the room went quiet. Joe looked at you for a long moment before he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It was the most simple gesture but it somehow made you want to fold in half.

"Good" he said softly.

"Good?"

"Because I'd really like there to be a lot more of these" Joe immediately looked embarrassed as soon as the words left his mouth. "I mean, not like, I wasn't proposing or asking you to move in or anything, I just-"

You burst out laughing, "Okay, slow down Romeo, it's okay"

His face disappeared into a pillow, "Oh my god..."

"You were doing so well. Did you get nervous?"

"Maybe..."

You pulled the pillow away just enough to kiss his cheek and when you pulled back, his smile had returned. The kind of smile that made it impossible not to smile back.

Joe sat up, sighed and offered his hand, "Come on"

"Where are we going?"

"Breakfast"

"Your cooking?"

"Cooking is a strong word. I'm attempting pancakes"

Still laughing, you let him pull you out of bed, handing you the discarded sweatshirt and a pair of his fresh boxers. And as sunlight filled the apartment, you watched him walk into his kitchen and the day began, you found yourself thinking that maybe this was exactly what a new relationship was supposed to feel like. Not perfect or dramatic. Just two people genuinely happy to wake up and find each other still there.

jinxispunk

body language pt.2

Joe Keery x reader

Summary: Joe and reader attempt to leave the festival after one kiss turns into several very bad decisions, all sweat-slick skin, tangled limbs, and the growing realisation that neither of them actually wants the night to end.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, strangers to lovers, alcohol, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, fooling around in public (sex in private dw lol), body worship, praise, dirty talk, festival setting, fluff (lmk if i missed anything)

W/C: 4.7k

A/N: @oohlillie @lacywithdrawal @vehementlyelectrifiedknowledge thank you for all the love on body language and for requesting a pt.2 <3 i had genuinely not planned on revisiting these two originally, but you’ve all enabled me terribly. this is one of my favourite, and one of the longest, things i've ever written lol. also yes. this one is filthy. strap in.

Read part 1 of body language here: [body language]

Read more of my writing here: [masterlist]

The problem is that once Joe starts kissing you properly, he becomes significantly less interested in pretending either of you are behaving decently anymore.

Which is unfortunate, because you are still technically standing beside a food truck in public.

His hands slide beneath the hem of your top again almost immediately, warm palms flattening against your waist while your fingers stay tangled loosely in the curls at the nape of his neck.

multi-fandom-lunatic

chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.

fullofdelusionx

The Blind Date

Pairing: Joe Keery x You

W/C: 2.1k

Summary: Your friends set you up on a blind date, but what you don't expect to see is your best friend there too.

The rain had started just as you were about to leave your apartment. Typical New York. You stood in front of the mirror one last time, adjusting the hem of your top while your phone buzzed again on the bathroom counter.

Maya Have the best time!! I have such a good feeling about this one 🤍

Blind dates were not your thing, far from it. Neither was whatever weird intervention your friends had apparently decided to stage because you'd spent the last few years choosing terrible men to date. Which, okay, maybe fair. But it wasn't your fault your standards had been ruined by one stupidly charming, annoyingly talented, floppy haired best friend. You and Joe had been inseparable for years. Movie nights, late night drives, inside jokes nobody else understood, falling asleep on opposite ends of couches, him stealing food off your plate while pretending he didn't want any and the lingering hugs that always lasted a second too long.

Everyone knew. Literally everyone. Your friends had stopped trying to be subtle about it ages ago. "You two are disgusting" Maya had once said while watching Joe brush your hair out of your face during brunch, "Just date or jump each other's bones already" whilst Joe nearly choked on his coffee and you kicked Maya under the table because the thing was, if you admitted it out loud, it became real. And if it became real, you could lose him.

So instead, both of you danced around it for years, and tonight was supposed to help with that apparently. "Get out a little" Maya had said earlier that week, "Have fun. Meet someone new". You should've known she was up to something by how hard she was trying not to smile.

The restaurant was dimly lit when you arrived, rain still clinging to your coat, the water dropping off the sides of your umbrella as you collapsed it and shook it. You stood outside for a moment under the awning, digging through your bag for your phone when a familiar voice spoke beside you.

"Well this is weird"

Your head snapped up to see Joe. He looked unfairly good. Dark jacket, damp curls from the rain from where his hood didn't cover him. His hands shoved into his pockets while he grinned at you in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"I could ask you the same thing"

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, "Wait... are you meeting someone?".

He gave a dramatic sigh, "Apparently I'm being forced to be available".

You laughed softly despite yourself, "Me too. You didn't tell me you had a date!"

For a second, something flickered across his expression. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "It's a blind date as of last night".

You blinked, "...Blind date?"

"Yes...why?...Oh"

"Oh"

Joe stared at the restaurant windows, "Who set you up?".

"Maya"

His eyes shut immediately, "You have got to be kidding me".

Your stomach dropped, "There's no way".

"Hannah and Maya told me if I didn't come, they were gonna start giving my number to random girls at bars"

You stared at each other, then simultaneously, "They set us up".

Joe let out a laugh, half disbelief, half panic, "You know what? I respect the commitment honestly".

"Oh my god..." You covered your face while he kept laughing quietly beside you, "This is humiliating".

"For them maybe" Joe said. "They've apparently been plotting behind our backs".

You peeked at him through your fingers, "You don't think this is weird?".

Joe looked at you then, and suddenly his smile faded into something softer. "I mean" he said carefully, "It's not the worst idea they've ever had. I was honestly expecting this to be a terrible date, least I know it's not going to be now".

Your breath caught as the rain tapped steadily against the awning overhead and Joe stepped a little closer. "You know" he murmured, "Everyone's been telling me for years I'm an idiot".

You laughed nervously, "About what?".

He held your gaze, "You".

"Me?"

"I didn't say anything because I thought if it went badly, I'd lose my best friend" He shook his head slightly, smiling to himself, "But apparently literally everybody already knew anyway, so".

You could feel your stomach in your throat, "You really mean that?".

"Come on" he said quietly, "You can't honestly tell me you never felt it too".

You tried to answer immediately but couldn't, because after years of burying it down, pretending every lingering glance meant nothing, pretending your chest didn't tighten every time he hugged you goodbye, there wasn't really a point denying it anymore. Joe's face fell slightly at your silence, "Okay" he said quickly. "You know what, forget I said anything".

"No" you interrupted, so he stopped. "I did".

His eyes widened a little at your response, "Did?".

"I do" you corrected softly.

The smile that spread across his face made you crazy, "Yeah?"

"Yeah"

For a moment neither of you moved. Then Joe laughed quietly under his breath like he couldn't believe this was real. "All this time" he muttered. "Seriously?".

You shoved his shoulder lightly, "Not my fault you're oblivious".

"I'm oblivious?" he repeated. "You once cried because I got a haircut!".

"It was a bad haircut! I liked it longer!"

Joe grinned at you, and gently, he reached for your hand. Slightly tentative at first like he was giving you the chance to pull away, but you didn't. His fingers slipped between yours naturally, like they'd always belonged there. "So" he said, smiling down at you, "Do we actually go inside on this date?".

You looked through the restaurant windows where you could already spot Maya and Hannah pretending not to stare from a table near the back. You groaned, "They're absolutely insufferable".

Joe followed your gaze and snorted, "They're never letting us live this down". He squeezed your hand lightly, "But, kinda worth it?".

And honestly? With Joe standing there smiling at you like that, yeah it really was. Joe was still smiling at you when the restaurant door swung open.

"Are you two seriously still standing out here?" Maya leaned halfway outside, grinning like she'd just personally witnessed a miracle happen. Behind her, Hannah looked equally smug.

"You're subtle aren't you" you deadpanned at them.

"Thank you" Maya replied immediately.

Joe laughed beside you, his hand still wrapped around yours. Unfortunately, Maya noticed that too. Her eyes widened dramatically, "OH my god".

"Hannah" she whispered loudly, grabbing her arm, "Look at their HANDS".

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole whereas Joe, the traitor that he was, looked thoroughly entertained. "Should we leave?" he asked casually. "Just to humble them?".

"Please" Hannah scoffed. "You two took years. We earned this".

Maya crossed her arms, "Do you know how painful it's been watching you idiots pine after each other?".

The four of you finally headed inside, though Maya and Hannah conveniently remembered that they had other plans approximately three minutes after being seated.

"You're lying" you accused.

"Absolutely " Maya said cheerfully while standing back up. "But this table was expensive to book last minute and somebody needed to force you two to confront your feelings. So enjoy the money off your bill, on us".

The girls disappeared toward the exit looking entirely too pleased with themselves, leaving you and Joe alone at the table. For a second, silence settled between you. Not awkwardly but it was definitely different now.

Joe looked across at you, smiling softly, "So".

"So..."

"This is weird"

You laughed quietly, "A little".

"But good weird right?"

You looked down at your joined hands resting on the table still, the fact neither of you had let go since outside. "Yeah" you admitted, "Good weird".

The waiter came by for a drink order, and somehow even that felt different now. Every accidental brush of Joe's knee against yours sent warmth straight through you. Halfway through dinner, Joe leaned back in his chair watching you talk about something. He honestly wasn't even processing the words anymore, and suddenly started smiling to himself.

"What?" you asked suspiciously.

He shook his head almost in disbelief, "You know what's crazy? I spent years convincing myself I was fine just being your friend". Joe traced the rim of his glass, "And I was. Mostly". He glanced up at you, "But every time you talked about dating someone else, I'd get this horrible feeling in my chest".

You blinked, "Joe..."

"I remember this one guy you went out with" he continued, laughing lightly at himself. "You said he liked going to the movies, and going places for coffee and I literally sat there thinking that's just me with less emotional baggage and he probably doesn't have to up and go somewhere every other month".

You burst out laughing.

"I'm serious!"

"I didn't picture you as the jealous type"

"I know. Me neither really" He smiled sheepishly, then quieter, "I just never thought I had the right to ask for more".

"I used to do the same thing" you admitted.

Joe tilted his head slightly.

"You'd cancel plans for dates sometimes" you said softly, "And I'd tell myself I was being dramatic for feeling disappointed".

His face fell a little, "I didn't know that". Joe was quiet for a moment before speaking again, "You know what my breaking point was?".

"What?"

"That party last year"

You frowned, "Which party?"

"You wore that black outfit"

You stared at him, "That narrows it down to absolutely nothing"

Joe laughed. "The one with the boots. Think it was for Luke's birthday, in Brooklyn?"

"Oh yeah".

"Yeah, oh" he repeated dramatically. "You walked in and I genuinely forgot how to breathe" You covered your face laughing while he pointed at you, telling you to stop. "And then some guy started flirting with you".

"The bartender?"

"Yes, the bartender"

"You hated him instantly"

"He called you sweetheart"

"He called everyone sweetheart"

Joe narrowed his eyes, "It was not necessary".

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt. How had you both missed this for so long? By the time dinner ended, the rain outside had slowed to a drizzle. Joe walked beside you down the street, holding the umbrella over you, shoulders brushing occasionally with neither of you in a hurry to go home. "You know" he said after a while, "I think our friends are gonna expect updates of tonight".

"They're definitely waiting by their phones right now"

"Should we mess with them?"

You smiled, "You know who you're asking right?".

Joe immediately pulled his phone out, typing quickly.

"What are you saying?"

He grinned and turned the screen toward you.

Worst date ever. Way to ruin a friendship.

Almost instantly, Maya started typing back. Joe locked his phone before opening the message, "Nope" he said. "She can suffer".

You shook your head laughing.

"You cold?" he asked softly.

"A little"

Without hesitation he stepped closer, sliding his right arm around your shoulders as his left still held the umbrella. The warmth of him was everything you needed right now. The feeling wasn't exactly new, Joe had always been affectionate and gave you hugs but there was underlying truth that now you knew you liked each other. You looked up at him, but he was already looking at you, his face full of nervousness and carefulness, like despite all the conversations tonight he still wasn't full sure this was real or not. You pulled back outside his apartment building and like always, he would go first and hold the door for you, but this time, he just stood at the bottom of the steps.

"You okay?" you asked quietly.

Joe smiled a little, "Yeah", but he looked almost overwhelmed. "I've just, uh, wanted to kiss you for a really long time".

Your brain near enough malfunctioned then and there, "Oh okay, I uh, and you're telling me this now, outside in the rain, when your perfectly dry and warm apartment is right through that door, is because..."

"Because if I don't do it now, I might actually lose my mind".

You laughed softly as Joe's eyes flicked down to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes, still waiting for your permission to do so.

You stepped closer first and that was all it took for him. His hand moved gently to your jaw, like he couldn't believe he was finally allowed to touch you this way then kissed you. Even though you had never kissed before, it felt warm, familiar and the exact thing you had been missing this entire time. He smiled into the kiss halfway through like he was just as overwhelmed by it as you were.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Joe rested his forehead lightly against yours, laughing quietly, "Idiots".

You grinned, "Massive ones".

washoutmyhairdye

tit fucking with keys +18

“how much longer?” you ask shifting in keys lap as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes glued to the screen.

“i told you, i just have to get this one done,” he muttered, not even lifting his eyes from the error line on the monitor, absentmindedly brushing circles with his thumb on your lower back where his other hand was resting. finally, he locked eyes with you, his expression softening, “i told you, you don’t have to wait for me, babe. you can just go to bed and i’ll join you when i’m done.”

frootybb

stepbro!steve p.2

A/N: Whew okay besties, writing this had me flirty and feral in the drafts… Yeah i’m not okay. Enjoy you filthy animals

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·✶· stepbro!steve who catches you talking to some basketball player after school and suddenly gets uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home. The second you’re inside he backs you against the front door, one hand planted beside your head, jaw tight. “You think that loser could handle you? He doesn’t know shit about what you need. I do. And I’m getting real fucking tired of pretending I don’t.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who stops bringing girls home altogether after that night he caught you touching yourself. Now his focus is entirely on you. He walks around the house shirtless more often, sweatpants hanging low, and every time you pass him he pulls you in by the waist just to feel you tense up against him.

·✶· stepbro!steve who corners you in the laundry room while you’re folding clothes, presses you against the vibrating dryer, and slides his hand up your thigh under your skirt. “Been thinking about this every time I hear that little frustrated sigh through the wall. You’ve been driving me crazy, princess. Time to stop teasing your big brother.”

0ffbrandangel

Centerfold

Synopsis: Steve is hopelessly head over heels for you Pairing: fem! Babysitter X Steve Harrington cw: mentions of playboy, smut, fluff, dry-humping, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, mentions of male masturbationa/n: this is one of my old works. I apologize in advance if this isn't good; also, this is heavily inspired by Adventures of Babysitting because it's like the best movie ever

It was a Friday night, and you were getting ready to go out with your boyfriend when your mom walked in and told you the Wheelers are practically begging to sit for them tonight.

“Mom, I can’t, I’m going out with Sean tonight!” You say, turning around from your vanity.

“Alright, I’ll go tell them.” Your mom says, with a heavy sigh, before leaving your bedroom entrance.

You roll your eyes and continue to get ready for your date. That's when you hear it, a rhythmic knock at your door. You shot up from your vanity chair and raced to the door to see your boyfriend.

“Hi baby!” You say, jumping into his arms and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi babe,” he says in a flat tone, pushing you off of him.

“What's wrong?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion because he has never rejected your affections before.

“Um, my sister is sick tonight, and my mom wants me to take care of her… so we can’t go out tonight.” He says, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, well, can I come over and help you? I can make her some soup!” You say with a smile.

“NO! No, no, um, she’s like really contagious, and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Oh alright.” You say in a soft voice, looking down to hide your sadness.

“Hey, how about next weekend we go to that restaurant you love so much?” He says, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.

“Okay,” you say with a half smile.

“Okay, I’ll see you at school.” He smiles, walks back to his car, and leaves immediately.

You watch as he drives away. You feel your tear ducts swell with hopeless tears as you walk back into your house, shutting the door behind you as you walk to your room. You change out of the nice clothes you dressed yourself in for your date and put on a pair of Levi's jeans and a button-up top, clipping your hair back with a banana clip.

“Hey, Mom! Can you call the wheeler back?” You ask as your voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m on it.” She shouts back.

You wipe your tears and fix your mascara, then grab your bag and walk out to your living room to see what the Wheelers said.

“They thanked you a lot and said that they would pay you double because you had to cancel your date. Mike is already at the house, and they’re about to leave right now. They said you only have to watch Mike because they took Holly to Joyce's.” Your mom informs you.

“Okay, I love you,” You say, placing a kiss on her cheek before you grab your keys.

“Love you too, drive safe!” She shouts as you leave the house.

–

Once you reach the Wheelers, you are met with a frantic Karen and Ted, who is slumping on the couch, eating potato chips in his nice suit.

“Oh, goodness, you’re here, sweet girl, thank you so much for this; it means a lot,” Karen says, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Yes, of course, Mrs.Wheeler, anytime,” You say with a smile as you step inside.

“Okay, it’s just Mike tonight. There is a possibility his friends might come over, but they aren’t crazy; they’ll probably just play their fantasy game in the basement,” Karen explains while she puts on her heels.

“Mom!” Mike groans.

“Anyway, if you need us, you can call us; we should be home no later than three.” She says, grabbing her purse from the rack.

You smile and nod at her words.

“Okay, Ted, come on, let's go!” She says, in a less friendly tone, rolling her eyes and looking at her useless husband.

Ted grunts and gets up.

“Okay, Mike, be good, bye sweetie, mommy loves you.” She says, blowing kisses at him while she exits the house.

“So, you wanna play any games?” You say with a smile as you sit next to Mike on the couch.

“O-oh, umm, I think Dustin, Lucas, and Will are going to be here any moment, so I think I should set up downstairs.” He says in a nervous tone, immediately standing up when you sit down next to him.

“Oh, okay, well, if you need anything, you can let me know,” You give him a sheepish smile as you pick up the magazines on the coffee table.

He just shoots you back a timid smile before heading down the basement stairs. Twenty minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. You swing your legs off the couch and make your way to the front door to be greeted with familiar faces: Lucas, Will, Dustin, and Steve Harrington?

“Hi, is Mike here?” Dustin speaks up.

“Yeah,” you laugh.

“Can we come in?” Lucas asks enthusiastically.

“Yeah,” You say, opening the door wider, stepping out of the way so the group can enter the home.

“Hi y/n,” Will says in a quiet voice.

“Hi Will, how are you? How’s your mom?” You ask, pulling him into a side hug.

“I’m good, she’s good, she’s just busy with work,” he states.

“Oh well, if she ever needs me to watch you, I can. I’ll even give her a discount if she lets me stay over for dinner,” You joke, giving his hair a ruffle.

“Okay, I’ll tell her,” He says with a smile.

“Come on, Will!” Mike shouts out from the basement door.

“Okay, bye.” He waves before running off to the rest of the group, leaving you with Steve.

“So what are you doing here?” You say, turning around, meeting Steve's eyes.

“Oh, Me? I was watching Will and Dustin when they told me I needed to get Lucas and bring them over to Mike's,” He explains, his eyes nervously avoiding yours.

“Ms.Byers lets you babysit Will?” You question because a few years ago, he got his ass beat by Jonathan; you’d seen them be cordial during group settings, but you didn’t think it went beyond that.

“Yeah, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but Jonathan and I are friends now.”

“I didn’t know you guys were friends, friends; I thought you guys were just tolerating each other for Dustin and Will. I still can’t believe it, honestly. I thought the dinosaurs would come back before you guys would ever become friends,” You joke, walking back to the couch.

“Yeah,” he laughs, following you to the couch.

“So what's new with you?” You ask in an endearing tone.

“Oh, nothing much, I just started working at the mall a few weeks ago, and I have to wear this ridiculous outfit,” He explains as he runs his hands up and down his thighs.

“I’ve seen you before! I just didn’t know it was you!” You laugh, pointing your finger at him.

He looks at you, embarrassed. “It’s totally a lady killer,” He rolls his eyes.

“I mean, I don’t know, Harrington; you’ve got some girls gawking at you,” You laugh as you get up from the couch.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs, following behind you.

“Hey, can you go ask the boys if they want something to snack on before I order pizza?” You ask as you open the fridge and look around.

He nods his head yes and obeys your commands like a puppy. He opens the basement door impatiently, running down the stairs.

“Hey, do you guys want snacks? Y/n is gonna order the pizza in a litt-” Steve stops in his tracks when he sees the boys holding this month's Playboy, all of them surrounded in a circle.

“Ew, guys, are you serious?” He says in a disgusted tone as he grabs the magazine from the boys. “Where did you guys even get this?” He says, scolding the boys, as if he doesn’t have the same one waiting for him at home.

“It’s my dad's,” Mike says, trying to reach for it.

“Steve, there’s this girl that looks exactly like y/n,” Dustin says.

“Alright, you guys are all disgusting.”

“No man, he’s telling the truth! The resemblance is uncanny!” Lucas says, trying to defend their actions.

“Look, just open it up to the main center fold,” Mike says.

Steve hesitates for a moment, then, out of curiosity, opens it up, and to his surprise, it looks exactly like you.

“Guys, come on? Do y’all want snacks or not?” You say, looking down the basement stairs as Steve frantically tries to hide the Playboy.

“Um, some fruit?” Dustin smiles.

“Alright...” You say in an ambivalent tone.

Once you leave, Mike walks over to where Steve threw the magazine.

“Dude, this is my dad’s; he’s going to kill me if he finds out I took this!” He says, picking up the Playboy and smoothing out the front page.

“Is this why you guys wanted to come over?” He asks, running his hands through his hair.

“Well, Mike just said it was crazy how much it looked like her, and we were all curious,” Dustin shrugs.

“You guys are sick!” Steve says, bringing his hands to his hips.

“Oh come on, Steve, don’t pretend she doesn’t look like her and that you don’t invite us over when she’s watching us just so you can watch her swim,” Will says.

Steve scoffs. “Okay, well, at least I’m not a bunch of weirdos,” He tries to defend himself as if he hadn’t thought the same thing when he saw the girl on the main centerfold, using it to fulfill his dirty desires.

“Oh come on, man, it’s so pathetic how much you want her; it's embarrassing. You know she has a boyfriend, right?” Lucas says.

“It’s called being a friend!” Steve retaliates. “Whatever, you guys need to go put this back and come back up to do something else,” He orders.

Mike lets out a groan and marches up the stairs to put the Playboy back. The boys follow him upstairs, but leave him to go sit on the couch. Steve emerges from the basement, butthurt.

“Here you guys go!” You say, placing bowls of fruit in front of the boys sitting on the floor, and flicking through channels.

“There's nothing good to watch,” Lucas groans as Mike joins them.

“I think Nancy still has that scary movie we watched last weekend. Let me go get it.” You say, exiting the room.

Mike sits down, and the Playboy falls out from under his shirt.

“What the hell, man! I told you to put that thing back!” Steve says, picking it up.

“I tried! My parents locked their bedroom door,” Mike explains in a panicked, honest tone.

“Got it!” You shout, returning.

All of the boys panic, trying to look for places to hide it, but it's too late. You walk into the living room to see Steve holding it in his lap.

“Ew, man, come on, there's kids around, do this on your own time!” You say, throwing a pillow at Steve, before popping in the tape.

“I’m going to kill you, Wheeler,” Steve whispers into Mike's ear, pulling his collar close to him so he can hear the threat.

“It’s not mine!” Steve says as you sit down on the couch next to you.

“So where did it come from? Thin air?” You say, giving him a disgusted look as the boys look back at you guys, trying to hear the drama.

Then the phone rings.

“I’ll get it,” You say, getting off the couch lazily.

“I’m going to kill you little shits,” Steve says, leaning down.

“Wait, hold on guys, pause the movie!” You say in an assertive tone.

Will pauses the TV, and all of the boys are watching you, eager to know what is being told to you through the phone.

“One at a time!” You shout into the receiver.

“We just saw Sean at Enzo's with Heather; he was kissing her,” Nancy says.

“What? No, his sister is sick; he's at home with her,” You say, turning your body away from your audience.

“No, y/n, I’m 100% sure it’s him; how many people have a Jean jacket with their name branded on it?” Jonathan says in a sympathetic tone.

“Oh my god, I’m such an idiot,” You say, leaning against the wall.

“No, you’re not; he’s just a loser,” Nancy says in a reassuring tone.

“Give me two minutes, I’ll be right there,” You say, your eyes filled with tears.

“Wait, aren’t you watching my brother?” Nancy asks.

“Steve's here; he brought over Lucas, Will, and Dustin. They’re watching the scary movie we watched last weekend,” You sniffle.

“Okay, we’ll be here if you need us,” Jonathan says.

“Thanks,” You say, wiping your tears before hanging up the phone.

“Are you okay y/n?” Steve asks, walking up to you to reassure you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need you to watch the boys for a minute,” You say as a tear rolls down your cheek, avoiding eye contact with Steve because you know if you look at him, you will be bawling your eyes out.

“Is it about Sean?” He asks, rubbing your shoulders. “Look at me. Is it about Sean?” He says, gripping your chin to make you look at him.

You nod sadly and burst into tears, shoving your face into his broad chest.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He says, stroking your hair as you cry into his arms.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Will asks, walking up to you, rubbing your back.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You say, pulling out of Steve's arms, wiping your tears.

“What happened?” Lucas asks, running to your side to comfort you.

“Sean is a loser; that's what happened.” Mike rolls his eyes. “He’s always so mean when he’s over.”

“Well, you guys won't have to worry about that anymore.” You joke, trying to comfort yourself.

“What? What do you mean?” Steve asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Um, Nance and Jonathan saw him at Enzo's with Heather,” You say, looking at your feet.

“That son of a bitch,” Dustin says.

“Are they still there?” Mike asks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go break things off with him,” You say, pushing through the crowd to grab your purse and keys.

“You shouldn’t drive while you're crying. Let me come with you,” Steve says, lunging out to grab your arm.

“Yeah, let us come; I have some things I would like to say to him,” Mike says.

“Fine. But don’t tell your parents.” You sniffle.

“Okay,” They say in unison as they exit the home, waiting for Steve to unlock the car.

As you get in the car, you can feel yourself cry harder, bringing your hands to your face as Lucas tries to comfort you by patting your shoulder, and Steve glances at you with empathetic anger. He’s gripping tightly onto the wheel, thinking about bashing Sean's face in.

“Thank you,” You say, grabbing Lucas’ hand and squeezing it as you look back at him to smile at him.

“No problem, Max told me this is better than telling you things,” He says with a proud smile.

You laugh at his words. “I mean, does he not realize how lucky he is?” Steve says under his breath as he squeezes onto the wheel. You look back at Steve, only catching half of his words, wanting to hear more.

“What?” You say, looking at him with glossy eyes.

“I mean, he’s an idiot for cheating on you. I’d kill to be with you; I mean, anyone would be lucky to be with you, you're amazing.” He says, stumbling over his words, trying to hide his admiration for you.

“Oh god,” Dustin whispers, letting out a deep sigh.

You guys pull into Enzo's parking lot, seeing Nancy and Jonathan waiting outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” Nancy questions, looking at the boy getting out of the car one by one.

“It’s not their fault we practically begged them,” Will says, running over to Jonathan.

“You ready?” Steve asks, looking over at you as you stare at the entrance.

“You know we were supposed to eat here tonight,” You say in an angry tone.

“Wow, he’s real original,” Steve scoffs as he takes your hand.

The boys follow behind you guys fast before Nancy stops them and tells them to wait for you guys out there and to mind their business.

Once you step inside, you immediately spot him. Heather is twirling her permed hair between her fingers, laughing at the jokes you told him. God, you want to kill him. You march up to the table angrily, stopping in front of them as Sean gives you a guilty look.

“Y-y/n, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear,” He laughs.

“Shut up, Sean! Nancy and Jonathan literally saw you guys kissing.” You say in a fed-up tone. “God, I've been doing everything in my power to save our relationship, and you’re cheating on me; you’re such a loser,” You say.

Sean scoffs. “I mean, yeah, it’s hard to be with someone who always has a puppy following her around,” he says, making direct eye contact with Steve.

“Leave Steve out of this; we’re over. Enjoy my leftovers,” You say, giving Heather a sarcastic smile before walking away.

“You’re such a slut,” Sean says under his breath.

“What did you just say?” Steve asks, angrily, turning around.

“You heard me, Harrington, she’s a slut,” Sean says, further antagonizing Steve. “I tell her my sister is sick and she's with you.” Sean laughs.

“Take that back,” Steve says.

“Or else what? “King” Steve is going to rise from the dead and give me a beating? That might’ve worked in High School, but we're in the real world now, Steve.” Sean scoffs, pushing Steve back. “You enjoy her, Slut y/n, always whoring around with Harrington.”

That was the last straw for Steve; he planted a strong punch to Sean's temple, knocking him into the table next to him.

“What the fuck!” Sean yells, sitting up, walking over to you. “You fucking attention whore.” He spits in a sappy tone.

“Don’t you ever call me a whore,” You say, kicking him straight in the crotch. “You wish you could be half the man Steve is.” You say, looking at him on the floor, fleeing before you and Steve get escorted out.

“Nice kick,” Steve laughs as you guys run out of the restaurant.

“Thanks,” You smile.

“Wow, y/n,” Nancy smiles, pulling you into a hug.

“Told you guys she could handle herself. It’s because we watched Karate Kid, isn’t it?” Lucas says.

“Okay, enough excitement; we need to get you guys back home,” You say, flustered at the praise.

They listen to your wishes, piling into the car as you apologize profusely to Nancy and Jonathan for crashing their date. They both tell you it's no problem and that you can always hang out with them when you need to. The drive back is filled with laughter and recreations of your and Steve’s actions. When you get back to the Wheeler house, you order a pizza, and you guys finish it while watching the horror movie. After the movie is over, the boys are knocked out on the floor, lying on each other, while they snore.

“Come on, big boy, go carry them to Mike's room,” You say in a sleepy voice, softly smacking Steve’s shoulder.

“Absolutely not,” Steve scoffs.

“What? You aren’t strong enough?” You tease.

Steve lets out an unwilling sigh as he rises from the couch, picking up Will and carrying him to Mike's room. Then, coming back for Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, one by one, meticulously setting them down, making sure not to wake them up, placing them in their sleeping bags, which they had set up previously. Once Steve tucks in Dustin, he closes the door lightly, turning around to see you watching him from the hallway with admiration.

“Um, what time are the Wheelers going to be back?” Steve asks in a hushed tone as he strides closer to you.

“In like thirty minutes,” you say, checking your watch. “Nance is staying with Jonathan tonight, so I might just crash on her bed,” You laugh, walking back to the living room.

“I could drive you home, if you want. I mean, if you’re too tired to drive, you know,” Steve offers, in a groveling tone.

“No, you’ve helped me plenty tonight.” You smile, grabbing his hand, running your fingers over his lightly bruised knuckles.

“He’s an asshole,” He says, looking up at you with a warm gaze.

“Yeah, he really is. I don’t even know why I was with him in the first place,” You sigh, continuing to fiddle with his hand in yours.

“I mean, you’re totally hot and sweet; what isn’t there to love?” He says, slipping off his tongue effortlessly.

“You think I’m hot?” You giggle.

“Totally, hotter than Phoebe Cates,” He smiles cheesily.

You look at him for a second, stunned by his words. You stare deeply into his eyes, then look down at his lips. Following your heart, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on his lips. He brings one of his hands to your hair and the other to your waist, pulling you in closer. You swing one of your legs over his hips, straddling him as you deepen the kiss, softly tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” You say, breaking the kiss. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this just because Sean cheated on me. I really like you, Steve; you’re amazing,” You say, embarrassed by your actions.

“If you think I’m so amazing, why don’t you keep kissing me?” He smiles.

“Because it’s unfair to you; I don’t want you to think I’m using you..” You say, looking at him with sad eyes.

“Baby, trust me, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this.” He says, stroking your hair. “I’d be blessed to be used by you,” he says, giving your cheek a soft kiss.

“You’ve been dreaming about this?” You tease, bringing your hand to cup his face. “Is that why you need that Playboy?” You say, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh my god, I swear that was not mine; Mike stole it from his dad because one of the girls looked like you,” He says, trying to defend himself, but only makes it worse.

“I don’t know whether to be disgusted or take it as a compliment,” You joke.

“Well, I mean, they weren’t wrong. I thought it looked like you when I first saw it, and in their defence, they weren’t doing anything dirty to it, just observing.”

“Well, that’s comforting,” You laugh. “Wait, when you first saw it? Tonight wasn’t the first time you’ve seen the picture,” You smile at him mischievously, catching him in his words.

“Umm,” he says, clearing his throat, hoping you won't ask him more questions.

“Tell me, Steve, how many times have you gotten off using that picture, imagining it's me?” You whisper in his ear, nibbling softly on the lobe.

He lets out a meek whine, readjusting his hips under you.

“Come on, Steve,” You plead, kissing up his neck and stopping at his jawline, rolling your hips lightly against his hips.

“Oh fuck,” he says under his breath. “Ever since I saw it, even before then, I couldn’t get you out of my head,” He admits submissively.

“You’re such a dirty boy, thinking about me while you get off,” You say against his lips before kissing him roughly, moving your clothed pussy against his hard-on. “You know, when you defended me today, it kinda turned me on,” You say breathlessly as you break the kiss, catching your breath, continuing to roll your hips against his needy boner. “You’re so hot when you get jealous, you know that?” You say, placing soft love bites down his neck while he lets out soft groans, gripping the flesh on your waist mercilessly. You can feel him grow needier and impatient as he bucks his hips up. “Such a needy boy,” You tease, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck, while simultaneously bringing your lips back to his, forcibly shoving your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a helpless whine against your lips as you drag down your hips harder. Then he lets out a muffled moan as he pulls your hips down against his dick. “Did you just come in your pants?” You say, breaking the kiss and looking down at his slightly damp jeans.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” He says, looking down at the mess.

“It's okay, it's kinda hot,” You say, giving his lips a quick peck.

“You think me not being able to make it past the foreplay is hot?” He says in a disbelieving tone.

“Yeah, it just shows me how desperate you are.” You smile, swinging your leg off his lap and standing up. “Come on, you have to go; they’re going to be here any minute.” You say, pulling him off the couch. “And you aren’t exactly decent.” You laugh, looking at his cum stained jeans.

“God, you’re so hot when you're bossy,” He says, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.

“Okay, seriously, you need to go,” You laugh against his lips.

“Come over tomorrow?” He asks, rubbing your ass through your jeans.

“I will now go before you get me into trouble.” You say, nudging him towards the front door.

–

The next day, you enter Steve’s backyard with Nancy, Jonathan, and Will.

“Hey-” Steve stops himself as he sees Nancy, Jonathan, and Will trailing behind you.

“Hey, man,” Jonathan says, closing the gate behind him.

Steve shoots Jonathan a half-hearted smile, then walks towards you. “I thought it was just going to be us,” He says with a melancholic look on his face.

“I tried, but Nancy came back before her parents, and I was setting up in her room to sleep, and she noticed the stain on my pants, and she kept interrogating me,” You say, looking up at him with a nervous smile.

“Well, I mean, it’s just the Byers and Nance; it’s not like they’re gonna be here all day,” He says confidently, putting his hands on his hips.

“About that….” Nancy interrupts. “The boys are coming and so are Max and El; they’re just picking up some water balloons..” She says, giving Steve a sympathetic smile.

“Jesus,” Steve whispers under his breath, running his hands through his hair.

“I’m just going to put the drinks in the fridge; Jon and I got some for the teens and for us,” Nancy says with a roguish smile, as she and Jonathan haul the cooler into the house.

“They’re going to be here all day, baby,” Steve whines as he runs his hands over his face.

“No, they won't; just tell them a lie when you’re feeling super desperate,” You laugh, removing your sunglasses from your face and onto your head.

“Hey, gu-” Steve shouts, but you stop him and cover his mouth.

“I think you can wait at least two hours.” You say, keeping your hand on his mouth as he gives you a helpless look.

Twenty minutes later, all of the kids arrive, ready to swim and terrorize Steve with their obnoxious questions.

“No, Max, you can not throw a water balloon at my face,” He says, annoyed.

Max rolls her eyes and averts her eyes to Mike, who is putting on sunscreen, aiming it at him and hitting him perfectly. “Nancy, did you see that! Do something!” Mike shouts, rubbing the red spot on his arm.

“Good hit, Max,” Nancy laughs, giving Max a high five.

Mike groans and walks next to Will, using him as a shield, because he knows Max won't target Will.

You laugh at the actions and sit on the lounge chair next to Steve, who is covering his eyes with his sunglasses in hopes of not getting made fun of by the party for staring at you.

“I think I’m gonna go in the water,” You smile, shrugging off your cover-up, revealing a bathing suit that feeds the imagination. You shoot Steve a wink as you get up from the chair and walk over to the poolside.

“Hey, y/n, wanna see who can hold their breath longer?” Dustin asks, standing next to you on the edge of the pool.

“You’re going to lose,” You laugh, dipping your feet into the pool as you walk down the steps.

“Lucas, come count for us!” Dustin shouts as he fully submerges himself in the pool.

You follow Dustin's lead, dipping your head to get it over with.

“Okay, on the count of three, you both are going to put your heads under water,” Lucas says, getting into the pool and swimming towards you and Dustin.

“My money’s on y/n,” Max says.

“Same,” El says, earning a glare from Dustin. “I mean, I can’t bet on both of you,” El shrugs.

“Okay.. one…. Two…. three…” Lucas says.

Both you and Dustin quickly plunge yourselves underwater, both of you trying your best to remain underwater as your bodies want to gravitate to the top. You could stay down there longer, but you notice Dustin is starting to struggle, so you just give him the win. You emerge from the water, playfully gasping for air, then Dustin follows, with a big, proud smile on his face.

“You see that, Steve?” He asks enthusiastically, shaking his hair dry like a dog.

“Yup, I saw that, buddy,” He smiles, looking down at you guys as he lurks on the edge of the pool. Giving Max the perfect opportunity to push him in.

“I’m gonna kick your butt, Max!” He shouts, effortlessly flipping his hair back in the perfect position.

Everyone laughs at Max’s gesture, and Mike surprisingly high-fives her like they placed a bet on who can push Steve in first.

“I’m going to get a drink, want one?” You say with a sly smile, swimming towards Steve.

“Um, sure,” he smiles back sheepishly.

“Okay,” You say before swimming towards the stairs and exiting the pool. Steve’s eyes are glued to you as you exit the pool, watching your every move, until he is pulled out of his trance when Dustin splashes him with water.

“I think you drooled in the pool,” Dustin laughs, splashing more water at him.

“Ha ha,” Steve fake laughs, lunging towards him to push him underwater.

You return with four drinks in your hand. One for you, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy. You hand Nancy and Jonathan theirs, and place Steve's next to his shirt that is sitting on the floor, next to the lounge chair. You sit down and nurse your drink as you watch Steve mess around with the kids in the water. Teaching El how to do a backflip off the diving board and playing sharks and minnows with them. After four rounds of being it for sharks and minnows, he exits the pool.

“Hi,” He says, walking towards you, shaking himself dry, splashing you in the process.

“Are you sure you didn’t birth Dustin?” You laugh, wiping the water off your face.

Steve smiles at you and sits down on the lounge chair next to you, picking up the warm drink that has been sitting next to his shirt for forty minutes.

“Ugh,” He says with a disgusted face as he sets the drink back down on the floor.

You laugh at his reaction, “You want me to get you a new one?” You ask sweetly, standing up.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you,” He says, practically leaping out of his chair.

“That would defeat the whole purpose of me getting it for you,” You laugh as you walk to the sliding glass door to enter Steve's house.

“Not really,” He says, checking you out shamelessly, as your back is to him.

You laugh and open the sliding door, making your way to the fridge, slightly sticking your hips out as you bend down to search the bottom of the fridge, and grab a can for Steve. You sit up to give it to him, but when you stand back up you back hits Steve’s strong chest.

“Now I see why you wanted to come,” You laugh, turning around to face him.

“Can I ask them to leave soon?” He asks, pouting.

“Isn’t that a little mean?” You say with a fisky smile, cocking your head to the right and scrunching your nose.

“Not unless you want them to hear you,” Steve says in a sultry tone, bringing one of his hands to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Okay, but do it in fifteen minutes so it's not that obvious,” You smile.

“Okay,” He says, giving you a quick peck on the lips before you both return outside.

Steve grows impatient, only waiting ten minutes. “Okay, you all need to go; gardeners are going to be here any minute,” He says, shooing the kids out of the pool. You follow along with the act, packing your things reluctantly and complaining with the group. You all begin to make your way to the gate before Steve shouts out your name, lightly jogging towards you.

“Hey, didn’t you need help with that thing?” He lies horribly, making Jonathan and Nancy share a look.

“Oh, yeah, I did!” You lie just as badly as him.

“Why don’t I help you with it before you go?” He smiles, swaying anxiously.

“Oh, okay, you guys go ahead, I’ll just call my mom right now.” You smile, walking away from the group, trying to conceal your lies to the best of your abilities.

“They’re so gonna bone,” Mike says under his breath. Max nods her head, agreeing with Mike. Causing Nancy to hit his shoulder and push him out the gate faster.

“Happy Screams?” El asks in an innocent tone.

“Yeah, happy screams,” Dustin replies, patting her shoulder softly and fully exiting the Gate, Jonathan closing it behind him.

“Very smooth,” You laugh as you both watch, making sure they all leave, with no signs of them coming back.

“I couldn’t wait five more minutes,” He says, pulling you in for a kiss. “Teasing me with this thing,” He mumbles against your lips, slightly tugging at the strings of your bikini top, loosening them.

You hum softly against his lips and dash towards the house, looking back at him playfully as you do so. You run up the stairs, beating him to his bedroom. Once he enters his room, you’re already lying back on his bed, looking up at him with a coquettish smile. He melts instantly, crawling onto the bed, hovering over you as he kisses your lips. You bring your hands to his neck, pushing him down to deepen the kiss as you roll your hips up, trying to chase the touch of his boner.

“And I’m the needy one,” Steve chuckles against your lips, moving them down your jaw and down to your neck, sucking softly on the sensitive skin, making you moan softly and bring your hands to his hair, tugging at his thick, damp hair. “Steve,” You moan softly, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him against your needy cunt, as he attacks your neck like a vampire. “Please,” You whine, scratching his scalp with your nails softly.

“Okay, okay,” He says against your neck as you lift your chest to allow him to fully untie your top, pushing it off and over your head, leaving you exposed. “Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” He says, running his hands over your bare tits, brushing his thumbs over your nipples until they pebble, causing you to let out a gruttle moan and buck your hips up, relieving your needs. You bring your hands to the waistband of his swim trunks and desperately tug at it, silently telling him you want them off. He obeys your commands and shoves the moist shorts down along with his underwear, leaving him naked before you. Your mouth falls ajar; I mean, you heard rumors in school, but you never believed them, until now.

“Steve, you’re huge,” You say, sitting up on your elbows, further examining his girthy member.

“You can take it,” He winks, working down your bottoms, pulling them off.

You bite your lip as he kisses up your stomach, stopping at your navel, sucking, marking you. You let out a soft sigh as his tip teases your entrance when he moves his mouth to one of your tits, sucking lightly on it and palming the other, pinching the nipple roughly.

“Steve, please,” You say, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

“So impatient,” He teases, sitting up and rubbing his tip along your slick folds, mixing your juices with his pre-cum. “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” He says, leaning himself up with your entrance, piercing you, stretching you as he pushes his tip in.

“Oh shit,” You pant, digging your nails hard into his shoulders as he continues to push himself further.

“Look at your tight, needy pussy pulling me in,” He says, watching his dick disappear into you.

You physically can’t bring yourself to form words, so you just let out a soft moan in response to his words.

“What happened? My cock is too big, you can’t think of a bratty comeback?” He says with a devilish grin on his face. “I’m only halfway in, and you’re already short-circuiting.” He chuckles lowly, continuing to shove his dick in, this time impacently, shoving his cock, balls deep into you, as your breathing becomes heavy, trying to adjust to this new sensation. “You’re so tight, sucking me in greedily,” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, before starting to move at a slow rhythm, letting you adjust to his size, then picking up the pace as you tell him to.

“Fuck, Steve,” You groan out, gripping tightly on the sheets.

“I bet Sean never fucked this pussy right. You’re mine now,” He says, gripping your chin, looking at you with dark, lustful eyes. “Tell me you’re mine,” He says, drilling into your pussy mercilessly.

“I’m yours,” You choke out.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good you’re going to feel me for days.” He says, bringing his hand to your right tit, fiddling with the nipple. Making you clench tightly around him. “Hm, you like that, baby? You like the thought of me cumming in you, breeding you,” He says, further penetrating your cunt.

“Yes!” You moan loudly, feeling yourself grow closer to your release. “Steve, I’m gonna come,” You say, shutting your eyes.

“No, open your eyes, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum all over my cock,” He says, pinching your nipple hard, prompting you to open your eyes and look up at him with teary eyes of pleasure.

“Steve!” You whine as you’re on the cusp of your orgasm.

“I know I’m right here,” He moans.

He trusts you a few more times before you fall apart, letting out screams of pleasure, tears escaping your eyes as your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes blurry. Steve's not far behind you, chasing his own release, filling your velvety walls with ropes of thick, hot cum, continuing to give you a few pathetic thrusts, trying to prolong your guys’ highs. Collapsing onto you as he can no longer hold himself up anymore, staying inside of you, using his softening dick as a plug to keep cum inside of you.

As you both catch your breath, you run your hands through his hair as his head lies on your bare breasts like they’re pillows. Leaving his soft dick inside of you until you have to get up to use the restroom, putting on a pair of boxers, following you into the bathroom, and putting one of his shirts over you.

“Looks good on you,” He smiles, looking at you through the mirror as you wash your hands.

“Yeah?” You tease, leaving the bathroom and returning to the bed.

“Yeah,” He says, cuddling into you.

“You know how many kids I want?” He says, running his fingers up and down your arms, slightly scratching them.

“How many?” You ask, intrigued by the answer.

“Six.” He says in a flat, serious tone.

“Six?!” You say, looking down at him.

“Yeah,” he smiles, looking up at you. “Six little nuggets,” He says proudly.

“How about two?” You laugh.

“Three?” He asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“I’d be fine with that,” You smile.

djostarkclub

Stream Interrupted

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x F!Reader

Summary: Kurt only wanted to stream for a few hours. Unfortunately, his girlfriend is in his room, he's wearing the purple shirt she bought him, and forty two viewers end up witnessing the quickest collapse of a man's composure ever recorded.

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI! , smut, established relationship, streamer Kurt Kunkle, stream chat commentary, no penetrative sex, lap sitting, dry humping, teasing, dirty talk, praise, needy Kurt, grinding, clothed sexual content, kinda public intimacy, sensitive/subby Kurt, embarrassment, overstimulation, excessive fluff.

A/N: This fic exists because I am deeply unwell about Kurt Kunkle. I adore his weird little mannerisms, his awkwardness, the way he tries so hard to seem cool and immediately folds the second someone gives him attention. He's my favorite strange little guy. Also, special thanks to that picture of Kurt in the purple shirt because it dragged me across the finish line. I saw it and suddenly became possessed by the need to write several thousand words about him malfunctioning. Sometimes inspiration comes from great art. Sometimes it comes from Kurt Kunkle looking unfairly pretty in a purple shirt.💜

Kurt’s room was warmer than you expected, cluttered in a way that made it obvious he spent most of his life there, you guys had started dating a few weeks ago so that was actually your first time there.

Camera equipment crowded the desk beside empty energy drink cans, LED lights washing everything in soft blue and pink while his stream played live on the monitor in front of him.

“Alright chat” Kurt said, adjusting the headset over his hair “tonight we’re just hanging out”

You watched from his bed, trying not to smile at how seriously he took it all. There was something endearing about the way he concentrated, completely unaware of the effect he was having on you.

And god, that shirt, that goddamn shirt.

You'd created your own problem, really. Nobody had forced you to buy it. Nobody had forced you to hand it to him and tell him he'd look good in purple. And yet here you were, suffering the consequences of your own actions.

The soft purple fabric brought out the warmth in his brown eyes, making them look even richer whenever he glanced up. It somehow softened his features too, highlighting the gentle curve of his smile and the quiet prettiness of his face in a way that felt almost unfair. You'd bought the shirt because you thought it would suit him, but seeing him wear it now was another thing entirely.

He looked beautiful, so beautiful.

Beautiful enough that you kept finding your gaze drifting back to him, your stomach fluttering every time he pushed a hand through his hair or furrowed his brow in concentration. The sight of him in that shirt was doing dangerous things to your thoughts, making it harder and harder to focus on anything except how badly you wanted to reach out and pull him closer.

He kept glancing at the viewer count every few seconds while nervously rambling about some creator drama you weren't really paying attention to. His words blended together into background noise as you watched him instead, trying, and failing, not to get distracted by how unfairly good he looked.

Completely oblivious, Kurt continued talking a mile a minute, hands moving animatedly as he explained every detail. He always got like this when he was excited. The more enthusiastic he became, the more he talked, bouncing from one thought to the next before he'd even finished the first.

Normally, you just found it cute.

Tonight, with him sitting there in that purple shirt and looking impossibly pleased with himself, it was downright dangerous.

The viewer count hovered around forty-two, higher than usual, and Kurt looked ridiculously proud of it. A small smile tugged at his lips every time the number held steady, his brown eyes lighting up with quiet excitement. It was such a simple thing, but the sight of him being so genuinely happy made your cunt ache in the worst possible way.

Chat moved quickly down the side of the monitor.

camera_kid94: weird setup

m0thmilk: KURT FACE CAM EATING TODAY???

cigarettesandfilm: why is there a tripod on your bed

sadcamcorder: room tour when ?

vhsghost: bro clean your room

Kurt rolled his eyes “My room is literally fine"

It wasn’t. You snorted softly from behind him.

His head turned immediately at the sound, attention snapping toward you so fast it almost made you laugh and the chat noticed instantly.

expiredenergydrink: WHO WAS THAT

burnttoast.mp4: KURT GOT COMPANY???

vhsghost: HELLO???

fourthwallbreaker: WAIT GO BACK

nightdrive89: did anyone else see that?

His ears turned pink.

“Nobody freaking out” he muttered quickly “That’s my girlfriend, she’s just hanging out"

You stood from the bed slowly, crossing the room while Kurt kept trying to talk to chat like nothing was happening. It was almost cute how hard he was trying.

“What are you so nervous about?” you asked, stopping beside him.

Kurt glanced at you for half a second before looking right back at the monitor.

“Nothing”

“Uhum”

Before he could say anything else, you slid onto his lap and Kurt stopped breathing.

The stream kept running in the background while his entire body went rigid beneath you, hands hovering awkwardly at your waist like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you.

Chat exploded instantly.

ghostingirl: CONNECTION LOST BRO

ratboy2001: bruh forgot he was live

expiredenergydrink: she sat down and this man entered survival mode

fourthwallbreaker: somebody unplug him and plug him back in please

He stared at you wide eyed.

“You can keep talking” you said innocently.

Kurt let out a shaky laugh that sounded borderline painful.

“Yeah” he muttered “Cool. Right. Totally.”

His hands finally settled carefully against your hips, tentative enough to make your stomach flip a little.

The chat moved so fast it blurred now.

parkinglotghost: THE NERVOUS LAUGH

expiredenergydrink: he needs a factory reset

camera_kid94: bro is sweating through the purple shirt

crowsandcigarettes: kurt's brain just opened 37 tabs at once

“Okay, you guys are overreacting” Kurt said, voice noticeably tighter than before.

You bit back a smile because he really was sweating a little.

“You nervous?” you whispered near his ear.

His grip tightened instantly.

“No” he lied terribly.

You shifted slightly in his lap and Kurt nearly choked on his own breath.

And the chat immediately noticed again.

ghostingirl: WHAT JUST HAPPENED

filmroll_freak: KURT HELLO???

ratboy2001: WE LOST VISUAL CONTACT

nightdrive89: somebody check his pulse

He dragged a hand down his face quickly, trying to recover.

“Sorry” he muttered hoarsely “I got distracted by a second”

“You did?” you asked sweetly.

Kurt shot you a warning look that completely lost its effect when his face flushed even darker.

“You’re evil” he whispered under his breath.

And despite the accusation, his hands pulled you a little closer anyway.

Chat was absolutely losing their minds now.

m0thmilk: THIS IS BETTER THAN NETFLIX

ratboy2001: i've seen wild animals calmer than this

frogboy.jpg: current stream objective: survive

ghostingirl: objective failed

Kurt tried to keep talking to them, really he did, but every time you moved even slightly against him his words stumbled apart.

“Chat, I swear to god, I’m fine” he insisted weakly.

You leaned closer, lips brushing near his jaw.

“Are you?”

His entire body tensed beneath you.

For one dangerous second, Kurt completely forgot he was live.

His forehead dropped against your shoulder with a quiet, overwhelmed sound, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave marks and the second he realized what he’d just done, his eyes widened in horror.

The chat absolutely exploded making Kurt stared at the monitor, then at you and then back at chat moving at impossible speed.

And finally, with the most flustered expression you’d ever seen on him, he slammed a hand over the camera.

The stream cut to black instantly. But the microphone stayed on.

“Look what you did” he whispered breathlessly.

The monitor glowed softly in the darkened room, chat messages still racing across the screen even after the camera cut out.

Kurt’s hand stayed clamped over the lens like he thought the stream might somehow turn itself back on if he let go too soon.

Meanwhile his other hand remained tight against your waist, very tight.

“You’re insane” he said breathlessly against your shoulder.

You laughed quietly “You’re the one streaming”

“I was trying to”

The emphasis made you grin.

Kurt finally leaned back enough to look at you properly, hair messy from where he’d dragged his fingers through them earlier. His face was still pink all the way to the tips of his ears, eyes blown wide in that overwhelmed way you were starting to realize happened whenever he didn’t know what to do with you, which was often.

On the monitor, chat continued absolutely losing their minds.

burnttoast.mp4: MIC STILL ON???

m0thmilk: KURT PLEASE

frogboy.jpg: don't save him this is too entertaining

ghostingirl: the audience has been unsupervised for 8 minutes

filmroll_freak: we're basically running the stream now

His eyes flicked toward the screen in horror.

“Oh my god”

You burst out laughing as he lunged for the keyboard, muting the stream so aggressively he nearly knocked over his mouse in the process.

“There" he said finally, exhaling hard “Okay. Jesus Christ”

“You’re so dramatic”

“You climbed into my lap in front of forty people"

“Forty two” you corrected.

His thumb brushed absently against your waist.

“You were teasing me on purpose” he murmured.

“Maybe”

“You’re mean”

But he sounded almost dazed saying it.

You shifted slightly again and Kurt’s grip tightened immediately, a quiet breath catching in his throat before he could stop it.

There it was again. That reaction.

That complete inability to hide anything from you.

The realization clearly embarrassed him because he immediately buried his face against your neck with a groan.

“Don’t laugh” he mumbled.

“I’m not laughing"

“You’re smiling”

“Well…” You played with the curls near the nape of his neck “You make it really easy.”

Kurt let out another muffled sound against your skin, somewhere between frustration and affection. His arms slid more securely around your waist then, pulling you closer until there wasn’t any space left between you at all.

Kurt stayed buried against your neck for another few seconds, breathing unevenly like he was trying to pull himself back together.

It wasn’t working.

You could feel it in the way his fingers kept flexing restlessly against your waist, in the quiet little exhales he let out every time you touched him.

He was trying so hard to stay composed, which honestly just made it worse.

“You’re really quiet” you teased softly.

“Because if I talk right now” he mumbled against your skin “I’m gonna sound pathetic.”

That immediately made you smile.

“Oh?” Your fingers slipped into his hair again, scratching lightly at his scalp “And what exactly would sound pathetic, Kurt?”

A shiver ran through him so obvious it almost startled you.

His grip tightened.

“See?” he muttered weakly “You do shit like that on purpose.”

“Maybe I like seeing you all worked up.”

Kurt actually whimpered a little at that, a tiny sound, barely audible.

But the second he realized you heard it, he hid his face deeper into your shoulder in obvious embarrassment.

“Oh my god” he groaned “Don’t look at me”

You tilted his chin up gently until he finally looked at you, his expression completely gave him away. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly parted like he couldn’t quite catch his breath properly.

Completely overwhelmed and still looking at you like you hung the moon.

“You’re needy tonight” you whispered.

Kurt made the softest, most miserable sound you’d ever heard.

“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing”

“It’s not, I love my man all needy and whinny” You said gridding your cunt slowly against his erection, resulting in him chocking on his breath again.

He leaned into your touch immediately when your hand brushed his face, eyes fluttering shut for half a second before reopening to look at you with something dangerously close to devotion.

“You make me insane” he admitted quietly.

You shifted in his lap again, pressing yourself more firmly against the very noticeable hardness beneath you, and Kurt let out another pathetic little whine before he could stop himself.

“Jesus Christ” he whispered hoarsely.

You could practically feel how overwhelmed he was now, every little movement making him tense beneath you like he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore.

“Kurt” you teased softly, brushing your lips near his ear “you’re so sensitive”

He let out another embarrassed whine at that, the sound muffled against your neck as he shook his head weakly.

“Don’t…” he started, voice cracking slightly before he tried again “Don’t say stuff like that”

“Why not?” you asked innocently, moving against him once more just to watch him fall apart again.

Kurt actually trembled beneath you.

“Oh my god” he breathed, sounding genuinely distressed now “You’re gonna kill me”

You tilted his face up enough to look at him properly, and the sight nearly made you laugh again, pupils blown wide while he stared at you like you were the only thing keeping his brain functioning right now.

Completely ruined. All because you decided to sit in his lap for a few minutes.

“You’re adorable like this” you murmured.

Kurt made the softest, most frustrated sound imaginable.

“Tell me what you want me to do with you, Kurt” you whispered softly, fingers brushing through the hair at the back of his neck “Be a good boy and tell me”

The effect those words had on him was almost unfair.

Kurt let out a shaky breath that sounded dangerously close to another whimper, eyes fluttering shut for a second as his grip on your waist tightened hard enough to ache.

“You can’t just say stuff like that” he mumbled weakly.

“But I did”

He looked completely wrecked.

Face flushed bright red, breathing uneven, staring at you with that same helpless intensity he always got whenever you gave him too much attention at once. Like he genuinely didn’t know how to handle being wanted.

You tilted your head slightly “C’mon, Kurt, tell me”

His throat bobbed nervously.

“I just…” He hesitated, visibly embarrassed “I want you to keep sitting like this”

The honesty in his voice made your stomach flip.

“And?”

“And…” Kurt broke off immediately when you shifted against him again, a quiet sound escaping him before he could stop it “Fuck…”

You smiled a little at how easily he unraveled for you.

“So needy, my pretty boy”

“You make me needy” he corrected instantly, almost defensive about it. Then quieter “Only you”

Something about the confession seemed to embarrass him the second it left his mouth because he hid his face against your shoulder again with a groan.

“You really need to stop looking at me right now” he muttered miserably.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying really hard not to come all over my pants"

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss against his temple.

Kurt practically shuddered at the sound of your laughter, fingers digging into your waist while he buried his burning face deeper against your neck.

“Don´t make fun of me” he mumbled again, sounding genuinely embarrassed.

“I’m not making fun of you” you whispered, still smiling a little “You’re just really cute like this”

That only made him whine softly under his breath.

You pulled back just enough to look at him again, brushing your thumb gently across his flushed cheek. His eyes followed every movement immediately, dark and completely fixated on you now.

Attention always hit him too hard. Affection hit even harder.

“You want me to stop?” you asked softly.

Kurt answered so fast it was almost pathetic.

“No, please don’t”

The honesty of it made your chest tighten.

“No?” you repeated teasingly.

He shook his head immediately, hair falling into his eyes. “Please don’t”

There it was again.

That needy little desperation underneath everything he said to you, like he wanted your attention so badly it physically hurt him.

You kissed him then, slow at first, almost sweet and Kurt melted instantly.

A quiet sound escaped him as he kissed you back with embarrassing amounts of enthusiasm, one hand sliding up your back like he needed to keep you as close as possible.

He kissed like he got attached to people too quickly, like every bit of affection meant more to him than it should.

By the time you pulled back, Kurt looked genuinely dazed.

Forehead resting against yours, breathing uneven, eyes half lidded while he stared at you like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Judging by the way his hands still trembled slightly against you, he was only getting more overwhelmed the longer you stayed in his lap.

You smiled a little before shifting in his lap again, slow enough to make his breath hitch sharply.

“Oh my god” he whispered.

His head dropped back against the chair with a quiet thud, eyes squeezing shut while his grip on your hips tightened almost desperately.

You could tell he was trying not to move too much beneath you, trying to be good, trying to hold himself together despite the way his breathing kept turning uneven every time you pressed against him.

But the second you rolled your hips again, the restraint snapped a little.

A shaky sound escaped him as his hands instinctively guided your movements, helping you move against him before he even realized what he was doing.

“Kurt” you murmured, amused.

His eyes widened slightly in embarrassment.

“Sorry” he said immediately “Sorry, I just…”

“You just what?”

He looked away for a second, visibly flustered.

Then quieter: “It feels really good”

The confession hit harder than it should have. Because he said it so sincerely.

Like he trusted you with every reaction, every sound, every embarrassing little admission falling from his mouth.

You kissed him again before he could overthink himself into apologizing.

Kurt melted instantly, kissing you back harder this time while his fingers dug into your waist with a soft groan.

The friction between you made him shiver beneath you again, completely unable to hide how affected he was now.

Kurt was losing whatever composure he had left.

Every slow movement against him pulled another helpless sound from his throat, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there would be marks later. He looked completely overwhelmed, messy curls sticking to his forehead, eyes dark and unfocused every time you rolled against him.

“You’re not even trying to be nice to me anymore” he whispered shakily.

You smiled against his mouth “You don’t want me to stop”

“No” he admitted immediately.

Kurt kissed you again, messy and desperate, like he couldn’t get enough no matter how close you already were. Every little sound you made seemed to affect him ten times harder, pulling quiet whines and broken breaths from him that he clearly wasn’t used to letting anyone hear.

“You feel so good, fuck” he mumbled against your lips, sounding embarrassed even while saying it.

You could tell he was getting close long before he actually admitted it.

His movements became less coordinated, breaths catching every few seconds while he clung to you like he needed the contact to stay sane.

“Wait…” he whispered suddenly, voice strained “Fuck wait… oh my god I…”

The rest of the sentence dissolved into a shaky sound as he buried his face against your shoulder again, holding you impossibly close while his entire body tensed beneath you, coming in his pants with a broken sound of your name.

For a second afterward he just stayed there, breathing hard, clearly overwhelmed by how intense everything felt.

And the moment he realized you hadn’t stopped moving against him, he let out the most wrecked little noise yet.

“Oh my god” he breathed weakly “Please…”

You laughed softly, kissing his flushed cheek while continuing to move against him slowly, just enough to make him squirm beneath you.

“Kurt” you teased gently “it’s okay, you can take it”

You smiled softly before rolling your hips against him again, slower this time, savoring the way his breath immediately caught and the pleasant pressure against your clit with every movement.

“Kurt” you whispered, brushing your lips near his ear “look at me”

He shook his head instinctively.

“No, no, god I can’t”

“You can”

Reluctantly, he lifted his head and the sight nearly ruined you.

His face was completely ruined, hair messy from your hands tugging through them earlier, lips parted while he tried and failed to steady his breathing. He looked utterly wrecked, eyes glassy and unfocused every time you moved against him.

Every little shift pulled another quiet sound from him, his fingers twitching helplessly at your waist as you kept grinding against him steadily.

“You’re still going” he whispered almost accusingly.

“You want me to stop?”

Kurt answered immediately.

“No”

The desperation in his voice made your stomach twist pleasantly.

He kissed you again before you could tease him for it, messy and clingy, like he needed the distraction from how overwhelmed he still felt. But every time you pressed against him a little harder, the kiss kept breaking apart with shaky breaths and soft whines he clearly couldn’t control anymore.

“You’re so mean to me” he mumbled against your mouth.

And yet his hands kept guiding your hips, helping you move against him despite how obviously overstimulated he already was, all the cum on his pants and the wetness in your panties making it easier to grind against him.

You could feel yourself getting closer now too, your movements losing rhythm slightly every time Kurt made another broken sound beneath you.

He noticed immediately.

“You’re close?” he whispered, eyes widening slightly.

The realization seemed to affect him all over again.

His grip tightened hard enough to make you gasp softly, and the sound nearly finished him a second time judging by the way he trembled beneath you afterward.

“Oh my god” he breathed shakily.“Don’t make sounds like that”

You laughed weakly, forehead dropping against his while you kept moving against him faster now, chasing the growing warmth twisting low in your stomach.

Kurt looked completely overwhelmed by the sight of you. Like the fact you wanted him this much genuinely short-circuited his brain.

“You’re so pretty” he whispered suddenly, voice full of awe like he couldn’t hold the thought in anymore.

The sincerity of it pushed you over the edge.

Your movements stuttered as you clung to him tightly, breath catching while Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around you more securely, whispering your name like he was just as overwhelmed by your reaction as everything else tonight and you came so hard that you really thought for a second you were about to faint.

Kurt buried his burning face against your shoulder again with a weak laugh.

“We should do this again” he mumbled weakly, still hiding his face against your shoulder “Maybe without the clothes next time”

Instead of laughing afterward, you stayed close, still breathing unevenly while Kurt clung to you like he physically couldn’t let go.

His forehead rested against your shoulder, curls tickling your neck while he tried to steady himself.

It wasn’t working.

Every tiny movement still made him twitch beneath you, quiet little breaths catching in his throat whenever your hips shifted even slightly against his.

“Kurt” you whispered softly.

A weak sound answered you immediately.

You tilted his chin up carefully until he looked at you again, and the expression on his face almost ruined you all over again the most pretty puppy face you ever saw. Like he’d let you do absolutely anything to him if you asked.

“You did so good for me” you whispered.

Kurt’s eyes fluttered shut instantly at the praise, another helpless sound slipping from him before he could stop it.

You kissed him softly after that, slower this time, letting him melt into it while his hands slid up your back clingily. Kurt kissed you like he was still overwhelmed by the fact you wanted him at all, every touch full of nervous affection and desperate attention.

When you finally pulled back, he just looked at you for a second.

Completely dazed.

Then quieter than before:

“You’re staying tonight, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere” you whispered to him.

He smiled at you, visibly satisfied with the answer “Good”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed watching Kurt completely lose all motor functions over a pretty girl. Writing this was amazing, and honestly, I love this weird little man far more than is probably healthy. If you enjoyed the fic, please leave a like, reblog, comment, or share it! Reader feedback is basically the writer equivalent of being handed a little treat, and I appreciate every single one.

kassy-djomunson

smash

djokingdreams

Uh- when?! What- AHWHJWJWJEE🫨

#joe keery #djo

luckieangel

if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw

cherrydjosblog

Sexy Song-Joe Keery

pairing:best friend!Joe Keery x fem!reader

summary:Joe knows what he's doing

warnings:Public teasing / stage grinding,Vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk,Friends to lovers,Slight exhibitionist vibe (he’s performing for you),Swearing, sweat, post-concert horniness,Joe being an adorable teasing rockstar and also a total sweetheart afterwards

Note: I wrote a short, shitty song for the fucking one-shot😭🙏🏻

The stage lights pulsed like a heartbeat, hot and relentless, casting Joe Keery in a golden haze that made every inch of him look illegally good. The crowd was a living thing, screaming, bodies pressed tight together in the sold-out venue, but you stood just off to the side in the VIP wing, heart hammering harder than the bass line. You’d been best friends with Joe for years: late-night drives, stupid inside jokes, shared pizza at 3 a.m. after his shoots, and enough lingering hugs that the line between “just friends” and “something more” had blurred into dangerous territory. Tonight, though, that line was about to get obliterated.

Joe was in his element, sweat glistening on his forehead, dark curls sticking to his temples, that signature cheeky grin flashing as he worked the mic. He wore a half-unbuttoned black shirt that clung to his lean, toned torso, sleeves rolled up to show the veins in his forearms. His jeans sat low on his hips, the kind of fit that made you bite your lip every single time. The band was killing it, but the energy shifted when he signaled the next song. You knew this one. He always saved it for moments like this—when he wanted to drive the audience (and, secretly, you) absolutely feral.

“This next one’s a little… dirty,” Joe said into the mic, voice low and teasing, that playful lilt making the crowd erupt. He locked eyes with you for a split second across the stage, a wicked little smirk tugging at his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing. “It’s called ‘Slow Burn Grind’. Hope you’re ready.”

The lights dimmed to a sultry red, the beat dropping into something slow, heavy, and throbbing—bass vibrating through your chest, your thighs, everywhere. Joe gripped the microphone stand with both hands, hips already swaying as the first lyrics rolled out in that smooth, slightly raspy voice that always hit you right in the core.

Lyrics – “Slow Burn Grind”

You got me feelin’ like a fever in the dark,

Body callin’, no words, just the spark.

Hands on skin, slow slide, no mercy,

Come closer, baby, let me do you dirty.

He started subtle, rolling his shoulders, letting the music guide him. But as the chorus built, Joe leaned into the stand like it was a lover. His torso pressed flush against the cool metal, chest rubbing up and down in a deliberate, sensual drag that made the fabric of his shirt ride up, exposing a tantalizing strip of toned abdomen. The crowd lost it—screams piercing the air—but his eyes found you again, holding the gaze as he rolled his hips forward.

Grind it slow, feel that heat rise,

Crotch to curve, no room for lies.

Thighs tight, breathin’ heavy in the night,

You’re my favorite sin, hold on tight.

Joe’s movements turned filthy in the best way. He slid his body down the stand, thighs parting slightly as he ground his crotch against the pole with a slow, deliberate circle—once, twice—pressing hard enough that you could see the outline of him straining against his jeans. His free hand trailed down his own chest, fingers splaying over his abs, then lower, teasing the waistband while his hips kept that sinful rhythm. Sweat trailed down his neck; he threw his head back, lips parted, looking every bit the rockstar sex god he was pretending to be. The fans were screaming, phones up, but Joe made it feel personal. Like every thrust, every rub, every teasing lick of his lips was aimed straight at you.

Push against me, let the tension build,

Wet and aching, do what you will.

No escape, just bodies locked in time,

Ride the edge, baby, make it mine.

You were soaked. Standing there in the shadows of the VIP area, thighs clenched, you couldn’t look away. Your best friend—sweet, goofy Joe who made you laugh until your sides hurt—was putting on a show that felt like foreplay for the entire arena, but especially for you. He dropped lower, knees bending as he humped the stand with controlled, powerful rolls of his hips, the microphone picking up his breathy groans between lyrics. The way his cock pressed visibly against the denim, the friction making him bite his lower lip… it was obscene. Deliciously obscene.

The song peaked, and Joe straightened just enough to run a hand through his damp curls, flashing that devastating smile before launching into the final verse with even more intensity. He spun the stand, grabbed it low, and practically fucked it with his body—torso arching, hips snapping forward in sharp, needy thrusts that had the whole venue on its knees. By the time the last note faded, the crowd was chanting his name. Joe bowed dramatically, laughing that bright, boyish laugh that contrasted so perfectly with the raw sexuality he’d just unleashed.

The rest of the set flew by in a haze. You barely registered the encore, too busy replaying every grind, every heated look he’d thrown your way. Backstage access meant you slipped through before the final bow, heart racing as you waited in his dressing room. The door clicked shut behind you, and there he was—still buzzing from the performance, shirt clinging to his sweaty chest, that post-show glow making him look edible.

“Enjoy the show?” Joe asked, voice husky from singing, wiping his face with a towel before tossing it aside. He stepped closer, that familiar playful grin mixed with something darker, hungrier. “Saw you watching real close during ‘Slow Burn.’ Thought you might combust.”

You laughed, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled low in your belly. “You’re such a tease, Keery. Rubbing all over that mic like you were imagining something better.”

His eyes darkened. In two strides he had you backed against the wall, hands bracketing your head. “Who said I was imagining?” His breath was warm against your ear. “Been thinking about you the whole damn set. Those lyrics? Yeah, they’re about the way I want to grind against you until you’re begging.”

The tension that had been building for years snapped. Joe kissed you like he’d been starving for it—deep, messy, all tongue and teeth. His hands roamed, sliding under your shirt to palm your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked. You moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in those famous curls, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. He pressed his hips forward, letting you feel exactly how hard he still was from the stage antics.

“Fuck,” he murmured, nipping at your neck while grinding against your thigh the same way he’d done to the microphone stand. Slow, filthy circles that had you gasping. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. My best friend… looking at me like that while I’m up there pretending the mic is your body.”

Clothes came off in a frantic rush. His shirt hit the floor, revealing that lean, sculpted chest you’d stolen glances at for years. You traced the lines of his abs, lower, until your hand wrapped around the impressive bulge in his jeans. Joe hissed, head falling back as you stroked him through the denim. He returned the favor, fingers slipping under your skirt, finding you drenched. Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling perfectly while his thumb worked your clit.

“So wet for me already,” he teased, voice playful even as he finger-fucked you against the wall. “My dirty girl. Watching me hump that stand and getting turned on… bet you were imagining it was your pussy I was grinding on.”

You could only nod, riding his hand, chasing the building pleasure. Joe dropped to his knees, yanking your panties down and burying his face between your thighs. His tongue was relentless—long, slow licks followed by quick flicks over your clit, then sucking hard while his hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine. “Taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, lips shiny with your arousal. The sight alone nearly made you come.

You pulled him up before you tipped over the edge, desperate to feel him inside you. Joe spun you around, bending you over the dressing room couch. He freed himself from his jeans, cock springing out—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. He rubbed the head against your slick folds, teasing, grinding just like on stage.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled, voice low and fun at the same time. “Tell your best friend how bad you need this cock.”

“I need you, Joe—fuck me like you mean it,” you gasped.

He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke, filling you completely. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming in the best way. Joe didn’t hold back. He fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping with the same sensual rhythm from the performance, one hand fisting your hair while the other smacked your ass lightly. Every thrust pushed you closer, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

“God, you feel incredible,” he panted, leaning over you to bite your shoulder. “So tight… been dreaming about this pussy for months. My best friend taking me so well.”

You pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, the slap of skin on skin mixing with your moans. He reached around to rub your clit, and that was it—you came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name. Joe followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.

You collapsed together on the couch, sweaty and tangled, laughing breathlessly. Joe pulled you into his chest, pressing soft kisses to your temple—the sweet, goofy side returning full force.

“Best show ever,” he murmured, grinning. “And the after-party’s just getting started. Round two in the shower?”

You kissed him, slow and deep, feeling the spark of something real underneath all the heat. “Only if you promise to grind on me like you did that microphone.”

Joe’s laugh was bright and warm. “Baby, I’ll grind on you all night. Every night. Best friends with benefits sounds pretty damn perfect.”

kassy-djomunson

that’s not joe that’s actually youtube sensation kurt kunkle aka kurtsworld96

djokingdreams

I'm dying😭

#kurt kunkle #joe keery

kassy-djomunson

i don’t have anything appropriate to say

graywrenhart

TALK NERDY TO ME

pairing: Walter "Keys" McKey x Female!Co-worker!Reader

summary: When Keys learns you're into dirty talk, he can't help but indulge his curiosity late one night at work. Thanks to an accidental headphone swap, you get to help him with his…research.

tags: MDNI [smut] [co-workers to lovers] [listening to a spicy audio together] [dirty talk] [nervous] [SWITCHY] [blowjob] [flustered to confident msub] [praise] [use your words] [semi-public sex] [fingering] [thigh riding] [kinda sweet, really slutty] 9k words.

God, Keys really needs to stop eavesdropping.

It’s already a bad habit of his—listening in on other people’s conversations at coffee shops, or when he’s sitting on the bus.

He just can't help it, okay? It's not his fault he's a curious guy by nature. And it's not like anybody ever sprints over to his corner office to tell him the new gossip, so he’s literally the last to know anything.

Like now, for example, standing at the shared coffee bar at work. He really should walk away and give you and your co-worker, Briana, some privacy for your conversation.

But he can’t.

Because he’s pretty sure he just heard the word sex.

moonstoneandmoonlight

DOCTOR'S ORDERS | walter mckey

Doctor McKey might scold you for inability to take things easy, but that might just be because you're his favourite patient.

pairing: doctor!walter mckey x figure skater!reader words: 3.3k contains: fluff, idiots in love, likely inaccurate medical descriptions, doctor!keys!! i repeat, DOCTOR!KEYS, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.

author's note: request by 💫 nonnie | another one for the 3k special and i am on my knees thanking you for this request. this was my proper first keys fics and i am so glad that it was for doctor keys! i adored writing this one!

taglist | masterlist | 3k special masterlist | requests page

When Keys looked up at the triage board and saw ‘Figure skater – Possible stress fracture – Room 12’ he knew almost instantly it was you.

“Are you kidding me?” He mutters to himself as the charge nurse Monica hands him your file with a knowing smile. “Really? Her, again? Can’t I go to Trauma 3 instead?”

Monica glances up at the board and then looks back at Keys, amused. “You’d choose a motorcycle accident over a pretty figure skater?”

Keys clicks his against the roof of his mouth because he knew Monica had a point. He had a rough morning in the ER which included a chest puncture from a stab wound, an open fracture and a drowning victim that they hadn’t been able to save. A possible stress fracture would be a breath of fresh air in comparison to the morning he had.

But the thought of treating you for yet another figure skating-related wound irked Keys. Especially when he had told you only three weeks ago to take things easy after you had come in with inflammation on your ankle. In fact, he had told you countless times to stop being reckless, to stop trying to perfect your lutz jump or whatever it was called when you needed to rest your swollen ankles, to not push yourself any more than you needed to. But did you ever listen to him? Evidently not.

“Fine,” Keys says with a forced smile at Monica. “But only because I’m a good doctor. Because I care about all my patients.”

moonstoneandmoonlight

djokingdreams

Ooh, sooo pookie🥹🤭

#joe keery #walter keys mckey #keys

corrodedbisexual

Here have a very self-indulgent giant gif of Steve's back that didn't fit into my gifset

djokingdreams

That's me btw🥵

#steve harrington #joe keery characters #joe keery

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