nerdy!stephen x cheerleader!reader smut
summary; poor Stephen feels insecure, his secret cheerleader girlfriend helps him feel better (in the backseat of his old car)
a/n: sorry i haven’t been writing for a while!! I hope you guy like this rusty story! also not proof read!
steam fogs on his cars back seats windows, caused by wet kissed and pants. Stephen’s hands clumsily squeeze your waist, holding on for dear life.
Stephen’s whole life he’s been looked over by girls. he lanky, nervous and a newspaper club junkie. on the other hand you’re cute, popular - the cheer captain. that’s why you both keep your little make out sessions a secret, it’s not that your embarrassed to be seen with the book worm… well, it might be. your girlfriends and jock friends would lose their minds.
after a long moment of kissing Stephen pulls away, panting softly. your hands run up and into his neatly combed hair, messing it up despite knowing how much he loves it neat but hell, he would let you do anything to him.
he looks up at you through his thin wired glasses before whispering softly. “It’s okay I’m not some jock?” he asks, he’s asked this question at least a hundred times. you smile, patting his dirty blonde had before whispering back. “stop asking that Stevie” you scold sweetly. he lets out a small, jealous whine. “are you sure… I mean, I saw you with those big jocks” he whispers. you frown slightly. “stop that, I don’t want some stupid jock” you explain gently as if explaining to a puppy how to sit.
a small relived smile spreads across his face. he lives for your reassurance, he craves it. “come here?” he asks, tugging you close by the waistband of your cheer skirt. he let his lanky arms pull you into his lap. his hands slide up your waist and to your chest, his hands hover before he asks softly again. “may i?” he asks. you smile and nod your head, giving him the green light too grope you.
he squeezes, your tits has to be his most favourite thing ever - soft, perky, perfect. he feels himself getting hard and it’s not long before you can feel his boner too. you giggle softly, sweetly. his favourite sound. “that for me?” you ask a little teasingly. he whines, bucking his hips up against your warmth. he lets out a needy groan.
his fingers dig deep into your chest, holding on tightly as he bucks and humps against the warmth that’s barley concealed by your panties. he lets out a strangled groan before buckling one last time. “Christ!” he cried out, completely destroying his nice boxers.