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hi guys, writing car sex steve request <3 i’ll try to post it before next sunday since im travelling back home on friday.

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hello! i’d love for you to consider writing keys x reader as roommates & when they both can’t sleep they stumble into each other in the kitchen in the middle of the night and you can work your magic for the rest <3! the vibes i’m imagining is kinda like stargirl interlude by the weeknd ft lana del rey ⭒ ݁˚.⋆

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stargirl interlude

pairing: keys mckey x reader (wc. 4.8k) summary: keys appeared in your life as your roommate once the paying the rent seemed hard for you, but after that, the fact of having a boyfriend doesn’t seem to interrupt keys plans in the middle of the night. warnings: porn with plot, explicit nsfw (minors dni), cheating, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), mention of alcohol, spitting, spanking, nipple play, creampie, squirting, panties in mouth, edging, overstimulation, stomach bulge since big dick keys, semi-public & risk of getting caught. author's note: dedicated to nic since she has been helping + the request here <3 thanks 4 asking for this hope u like!

you moved to a small apartment when you finished university because that’s what you had always wanted.

you always thought that living independently would be easy for you; you were a hard worker, a good student and your family helped you with the money at first.

the idea of living alone felt like freedom to you.

no one telling you when to come back home, no sharing the bathroom, no having to make lunch. you just wanted your own space, sitting on the couch on quiet mornings with coffee.

so when you had it, you painted the walls, you filled it with your decorations, and for the first few months, you felt like you were happier than you’d ever been.

you loved coming home to silence and also loved the independence that came with paying your own bills and making your own rules.

but then rent went up.

again.

and again.

the building was sold to some new owners who just didn’t care that you were a good tenant. they wanted more money, and they didn’t care that you couldn’t handle the new price.

you tried everything; cutting back on groceries, canceling every subscription and even considering a third job, but it wasn’t enough.

so you had to do what everyone would have done.

look for a roommate.

you posted in every social media you had, and now that’s how you ended up here.

i’m a two-bedroom apartment on the center of the city, sharing space with awkward programmer names keys.

well, you thought he was awkward at first.

he was practical and serious.

so you two started as polite roommates.

then friendly roommates.

and now, you two were almost best friends.

keys and you spent nearly every evening together.

keys would be coding in the couch while you cooked dinner, both of you talking about your day.

on weekends, you’d watch movies until late, sharing a blanket and your kegs eventually tangled together without saying any word.

he made you laugh like no one else would.

you made him feel seen in a way he never had before.

but lately, the tension became impossible to ignore.

it was the look he gave you while you weren’t paying attention. the way his hand would linger on your back when he passed behind you in the small halls, and the way the conversations would suddenly get quieter.

you were scared.

so when a guy from your office asked you out, you didn’t even think it twice.

maybe because you wanted to ignore that feeling you were having.

or maybe because you really wanted to try out with him.

his name was bob. he was nice. stable. easy to talk, and really smart.

he made you laugh, and he didn’t come with the complicated and tense history you and keys built over the last months.

dating him felt safe.

at first, you tried to keep things casual with keys.

you started coming home later. you spent more afternoons and nights with your boyfriend.

and after that, then the conversations with keys became shorter, drier.

the movies night stopped. the late-night chats became rare, and everything that was the usual thing, stopped being.

keys still smiled at you, still brought home your favorite snacks and still remembered the way you ordered your coffee.

but there was a distance between both, a distance that was quiet and painful.

he tried to hide how much it hurt him.

you tried to pretend you didn’t noticed.

one night, you decided to bring your boyfriend home for dinner.

you told yourself it was just dinner. that it was normal to introduce your roommate to the guy that you were seeing.

but deep down, you knew you were playing with luck.

keys was in the kitchen when you two walked in.

he froze when he saw his hand on your lower back, like he used to do. for a second, something dark flashed across his face before he masked it with a polite smile.

“hey,” keys said with a voice quieter than usual. he wiped his hand on a dish towel. “you might be bob.”

your boyfriend smiled and extended his hand, excited about meeting him.

“yeah, nice to meet you, man. heard a lot about you.” you blushed listening to that, trying to ignore the bad tension between them.

keys shook his hand, but the grip was a little too tight.

“all good things, i hope.”

the dinner was awkward.

really awkward.

you tried to keep a conversation, but keys was usually quiet. he smiled when he was supposed to, laughed at your boyfriend’s jokes, but his eyes kept drifting at you.

it was like he was waiting something from you.

and every time bob touched your arm, your leg or leaned to say something closer to your ear, keys’ jaw tightened.

when bob went to the bathroom, the silence between you and keys became horrible.

“you seem happy,” he said finally. his eyes were on his plate, now empty.

“i am.” you looked at him.

“good,” he whispered. “that’s… good.”

the air felt heavier and thick. there was a lot neither of you where saying.

when your boyfriend came back, keys excused himself, saying he had work to do.

you watched him disappear down the hallway with his shoulders more tense than usual.

later that night, your boyfriend went home, and you found keys sitting alone in the living room, staring at the dark tv screen.

he didn’t even look at you when you sat on the couch next to him.

so you realized it was already fucked up.

things with alex moved fast.

within a couple of months, you were completely smitten.

you were falling hard, and he was falling just as hard as you. he started staying over more often, leaving his laptop on the coffee table or his hoodie in your room.

you were happy.

but keys was not.

on the surface, he was polite. he smiled when your boyfriend was around.

then he realized bob was a backend developer, so he started bonding with him over programming talk.

they spent hours in the couch discussing codes and frameworks, and keys became surprisingly good friends with your boyfriend.

but if you tried to talk to keys. that was something different.

he would give you short answers. when you asked about his day, he’d only say “fine” before disappearing to his room.

one night, your boyfriend stayed to sleep and left for work early, you found keys in the kitchen making breakfast.

you tried to talk to him like you two used to do.

but he just glanced at you with a mug in his hand.

“morning. he left some pastries if you want one.”

he didn’t even look at you while he was staring.

“i’m good,” you said. “keys… did i do something wrong?” you asked now.

he finally looked at you.

“no. you’re happy. that’s great. really.”

you could hear the subtle sarcasm in his tone, but it was still there.

“why are you being like this?” you felt a weird feeling in your chest. a pang. like you were hurt.

he set his mug down a little bit harder than usual, making you jump a little bit.

“like what? i’m not doing anything.”

his words hurt white than they should have. you knew he was jealous. you knew this was killing him.

but he never said it outright.

so then, you got tired.

tired of his attitude with you.

tired of him trying to ignore you when you needed his help with home things.

tired of his lies.

you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

you waited until your boyfriend had gone home, then you knocked his room’s door softly.

he opened it after a moment, looking tired. he was wearing an old shirt and his pajama pants. his hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it.

he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“can we talk?” you asked.

he hesitated, then stepped aside to let you in.

you sat on the edge of his bed while he leaned against his desk with crossed arms.

the tension was bigger than usual.

“i miss you,” you said honestly. “i miss my roommate. my best friend. i miss how we used to talk. i hate this distance between us.”

keys looked down at the floor for a long time before speaking.

“i’m trying,” he said. “i really am. i know he is your boyfriend but he also seems like your best friend, and i feel left-out.”

you thought all this was about love.

but apparently to him, it was about friendship.

and that hurt you more than anything he did before. you didn’t even know why.

his voice cracked on the last words.

“i didn’t know it was hurting you this much. you know you are still my favorite boy.”

you felt your throat tighten.

“i didn’t want you to know because it was selfish to me. it’s your boyfriend.”

the silence felt heavier.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered.

keys gave you a small smile.

“i know. i’m sorry for being an asshole these past few days… i was just so stressed with work and… you know.”

you nodded.

“can we try to go back to how we were?” you asked.

“yeah,” he said. “i’d like that.”

the days after that conversation were better.

the tension between you two didn’t disappear; it still lingered in quiet moments and the way your hand would brush with his.

but you were talking again.

laughing again.

sitting together on the couch watching movies.

but the air between you changed. for worse.

there were moments that made your pulse race, and you felt a traitor for that, because it wasn’t fair to your boyfriend.

the sexual tension was becoming impossible to ignore.

one friday night, you three were a little bit drunk, and your boyfriend suggested playing truth or dare after dinner.

he thought it would be fun.

you agreed, mostly because you didn’t want to seem weird about it.

the three of you stay in the living room with your drinks.

at first, it was light and silly. but the game slowly turned more dangerous.

when it was your boyfriend’s turn, he looked at keys with a grin.

“truth or dare?”

“truth,” keys said. alex leaned back.

“have you ever wanted to fuck the girlfriend of one of your friends?”

the question landed like a bomb.

you froze.

keys’ eyes flicked to you for a split second before he answered.

“yeah. i have.”

your boyfriend laughed, thinking it was some old story.

“damn, bro. who was it? someone from work or high school?”

keys didn’t look away from you.

“it was one question.”

the tension in the room became suffocating, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice the weight behind his words.

“respect for being honest, bro.”

but you knew.

and keys knew you knew.

eventually, your boyfriend yawned and stretched.

“alright, i’m wiped. gonna head to bed.” he leaned in and kissed you deeply, his hand sliding down your back. “are you coming with me?”

you moved your head.

“i’m staying to finish this drink and i’ll go to bed. don’t worry.”

“come join me soon, babe,” he murmured against your lips before standing up.

he gave keys a casual nod.

“night, dude.”

“night,” keys replied.

once bin disappeared into your bedroom and closed the door, the living room felt like hell.

all silence.

you and keys stayed at the floor, both drunk from the drinks you’d had during the game.

the half empty bottle of vodka was still in the middle of both.

neither of you made a move to get up.

keys looked at you for a long moment, then reached the bottle and took a slow sip. he passed it to you without saying anything.

you took one too, the burn sliding down your throat.

“i shouldn’t have been drinking. this shit is bad for me.” he said, laughing softly.

“a day is a day.”

“we’re not done playing, are we?” he asked quietly.

you let out a nervous laugh.

“we probably should be. he’s right there.”

but you didn’t move. and neither he did.

keys leaned back on his hands.

“truth or dare.”

you swallowed.

“dare.”

the tension in the room thickened instantly.

keys stared at you, and then his voice dropped lower.

“i dare you to kiss me.”

you looked at him. shocked. and your heart slammed against your ribs.

“keys. no.” you said in a whisper, shaking your head side to side. “i have a boyfriend. i can’t.”

he didn’t look away. his eyes were glassy and desperate.

“just one kiss,” he murmured.

you bit your lip. you know what you wanted, but you were smarter than that.

or that’s what you thought at first.

“that’s not fair. you know i can’t.”

keys leaned in slightly.

“we’re both already too drunk. if you took another sip you will throw up. so… it’s just a kiss. one kiss. please.”

he sounded like a yearning man, trying to get that kiss from you.

the silence stretched between you two. your head was already spinning. the alcohol made everything warmer and more tempting.

you stared at his lips, then back to his eyes.

and it was like your brain thought the answer, confused by the alcohol.

“just one kiss.” you whispered.

keys didn’t hesitate.

he was as drunk as you, so he waited for you to make the move. you leaned in and kissed him.

the moment his lips touched yours, everything else disappeared.

the kiss started slow but quickly turned deep and hungry. his hand came up to gently cup your face as he kissed you harder.

he tasted like vodka.

one of your hands gripped his shirt as the other rested on his neck. for those few seconds, you forgot about your boyfriend.

you didn’t feel guilty.

when you finally pulled away, your breath was hard.

“fuck…” he said, and before he could say anything else, you kissed him again.

it was harder this time. deeper. more passionate.

your hands slid into his hair, tugging gently as you tilted your head and kissed him.

keys groaned into your mouth, the sound low and needy.

the kissed turned messy; tongues sliding, teeth grazing and breathing ragged. you climbed into his lap without thinking

keys let out a surprised but hungry sound as you settled over him, your hips rolling down against the growing hardness in his pajama pants.

“fuck.” he said against your lips.

you rocked your hips slowly, gridding down.

“you feel so good,” he whispered between kisses. “so fucking good.”

you kissed him harder. his hands roamed under your shirt, touching your bare skin like he couldn’t get enough.

just as the heat between you was becoming overwhelming, you both froze.

there was a noise from your bedroom.

the sound of the door opening.

your boyfriend was getting up.

you quickly climbed off keys’ lap. both of you were flushed, with a heavy breathing and lips swollen.

keys looked wrecked; his hair was messy, his eyes dark because of the lust, and a very obvious bulge.

you barely had time to sit on the floor and fix your shirt before bob walked into the living room, rubbing his eyes sleepy.

“hey, you guys still up?” he murmured. “i’m just gonna get some water.”

“yeah,” you said, trying to sound normal. “we were just… talking.”

he nodded, still half-asleep, and disappeared into the kitchen.

the second he left, you and keys looked at each other.

your boyfriend coughed from the kitchen as you got up from the floor. keys looked at you, wondering your next move.

“i think i should… leave”, you said, tipsy.

“yeah. i get it.” he stared at you, getting up slowly.

now both of you were closer, as if he was going to give you a goodnight kiss.

bob stood up next to the door frame, waiting for you to leave with him.

“night, keys.”

“night.”

you stayed frozen for some seconds before forcing yourself to leave.

keys didn’t say anything else. he just watched you with dark conflicted eyes as you walked out of the room.

you slipped inside and closed the room quietly. bob was already under the covers, half-asleep. you crawled into bed beside him.

your heart was racing for what happened some minutes ago.

the taste of keys was still in your lips.

the feeling of his hand was still in your body, making it feel warm.

your boyfriend murmured something and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you let him, but your mind was somewhere else.

in the way keys wrapped your waist. with his hands.

you were drunk. guilty. and completely unable to stop thinking about what happened.

then you just fell asleep.

the next morning, the apartment smell like coffee and bacon.

you woke up with a slightly headache, and your boyfriend was still sleeping next to you.

you slipped out of the bed quietly, wearing an oversized shirt and panties, and headed to the kitchen to have some breakfast.

keys was already there.

he stood by the counter in his pajama pants and a black t-shirt, pouring himself a mug of coffee.

the moment you walked in, he froze.

for some seconds, neither of you said anything. the tension was huge and it made you feel sick.

keys’ eyes flicked down to see your bare legs, then he looked up back to your face.

“morning,” he finally said with low voice.

“morning,” you replied back, barely above a whisper.

you walked to the fridge, hyper-aware of every moment. when you reached past him

to get the orange juice, your arm brushed against him.

both of you tensed by the contact.

keys swallowed hard.

“about last night…”

you turned to face him. his eyes dropped to your lips for a second before he forced himself to look back at your eyes.

“i meant everything.” he murmured. “look, i…”

the sound of your bedroom opening interrumped him.

your boyfriend walked out, really smiley and wearing his boxers.

“morning, baby,” he said, walking over and kissing you on the lips. “hey keys, you making coffee?”

keys forced a smile.

“yeah. want some?”

the three of you stood in the kitchen uncomfortable and with a big tension going on there. your boyfriend was completely oblivious, talking while he purred coffee to himself.

you and keys couldn’t stop stealing glances at each other.

everything felt different now.

maybe it was the way you two looked at each other.

maybe it was the feeling of his touch.

you didn’t even know what was. but you liked that.

later that night, the three of you decide to watch a movie together in the living room.

your boyfriend sat in the middle of the couch with you curled up against him. keys sat on the other side, trying to look relaxed.

the movie was playing on the tv but neither of you three were paying attention; keys were watching you, you were watching him, and your boyfriend was bored.

that is why he was stroking your thigh, and keys’ jaw tightened about that.

about halftime through the film, your boyfriend leaned closer to you, his lips brushing your ear.

“wanna go to the bedroom?” he whispered, suggesting you something. “i’ve been craving you all night.”

you forced a smile and nodded.

“let’s go.”

you stood up, turning to keys and smiling to him. you said you were just tired.

“night.” he said quietly.

“night,” you replied, avoiding his gaze.

in the bedroom, your boyfriend wasted no time.

he pulled you onto bed, kissing you hungrily as he tugged your shirt off. his hands roamed over your body, but you felt nothing.

no heat.

you pushed onto his back and took the control, wrapping your hand around him. he groaned.

“fuck, baby… just like that,” he moaned, his hips bucking into your fist.

he was completely lost in pleasure.

then he came with a moaned, spilling over your hand and his stomach. he pulled down for a kiss, murmuring how good you were and that he loved you.

then you just kissed back, and he felt asleep.

he left you needy.

he didn’t even try to touch you.

you stayed staring at the ceiling and eventually, you slipped out of the bed, in your occasional outfit.

you headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

you didn’t even expect keys to be there.

he was leaning against the counter without anything but his usual pajama pants. the moment you walked in, his eyes lingered on you.

neither of you spoke at first.

keys’ glaze slowly dragged down your body; your bare legs, the way the t-shirt barely covered your thighs.

“you okay?” he asked with a low voice.

you nodded, walking to the fridge.

“just thirsty.”

you grabbed the bottle, watching him.

“couldn’t sleep?” keys asked while swallowing hard.

he stepped closer while his eyes turned more dark.

the kitchen felt too small.

“no,”

then he talked.

“i can’t stop thinking about… y’know.” he said.

your breath hitched. you turned to face him.

before you could even think better of it, you stepped closer.

keys met you halfway.

the kiss was slow at first; soft, trying to kiss you nicely. it felt like both of you were scared of that.

then it quickly turned deeper.

hungrier.

his hands slid under your t-shirt, and they were cold. he gripped your waist as he pulled you closer to the counter.

you moaned softly into his mouth, and he seemed to enjoy that sound because he smiled.

keys groaned and lifted you onto the counter effortlessly, stepping between your legs.

his mouth moved to his neck, kissing and licking like he was scared you would go back to your bedroom.

you moaned, trying not to be loud since your boyfriend was in your room sleeping.

he pushed your shirt up, exposing your breasts. his thumbs brushed over your nipples, making them harden.

you then gasped, arching a little bit your back.

“so pretty,” he murmured.

he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over it.

you moaned, your hands going into his messy hair, pulling it slowly.

then he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with lust. he gathered saliva in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your nipple, watching it glisten as it ran down your breast.

he leaned in again, spreading the spit with his tongue and sucking your nipple harder now.

“fuck, keys…” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist.

he groaned against your skin, one of his hands sliding between your thighs.

his fingers brushed your soaked panties.

“you’re so wet,” he whispered with a soft voice. “all this f’me?”

you nodded, grinding yourself against his hand desperately.

the kitchen was filled with soft sounds, wet noises and quiet moans.

you know this was forbidden, but you didn’t care at all.

your boyfriend left you needy in bed, selfish about himself.

you just looked for someone else. for someone who knew everything about you.

he pulled back to see your face, your nipples were glistening with his spit, shiny and swollen from his sucking and licking.

his hand went to your panties waistband, pulling them to a side. then he pushed two thick fingers inside you without a warning.

“oh, fuck…” you moaned, arching your back like a cat. he pumped his fingers inside you slowly at first, then faster.

“this pussy is dripping for me,” he said.

you moaned into the kiss, your hips rocking against his hand as he fucked you with his fingers. he curled them perfectly, hitting your sensitive spot while his tumb rubbed over clit.

keys kissed down your neck and then started sucking the skin over there, ignoring the fact future marks were going to stay there.

the wet obscene sound of his fingers plunging into your soaked cunt filled the quiet kitchen.

he dropped into his knees in front of you and pulled your panties down your legs and tossed them to the side.

he spread your thighs wider as he saw you dripping.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered.

then he buried his face between your legs.

keys ate you like a starved man; loud and completely shameless.

his tongue was flat and broad as he licked from your entrance to your clit, moaning against you like you’d taste better than anything he ever tried before.

he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue fast, then pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in deep.

you gripped his hair tightly, your thighs shaking around his head.

“oh, fuck… keys.”

he groaned loudly into your pussy, making your eyes roll.

he was so noisy; slurping, moaning, licking messily as he devoured you. his fingers replaced his tongue, pumping deep.

you were getting close.

keys looked at you.

“cum for me, baby.” he said. “wanna feel you in my tongue.”

you came hard.

and your orgasm hit like a wave, your thighs clamping around his head as you squirted onto his tongue and chin.

keys moaned slowly, not stopping and licking you through it, sucking and drinking every drop like he couldn’t get enough.

you were shaking, gasping and almost sobbing because of the intensity.

keys stood up with his face shiny with your juices, and leaned to kiss you, letting you taste yourself in his mouth.

he was hard, and his cock was pressing your thigh through his pajama pants.

he kissed you one more time before pulling away from you.

“i need to fuck you,” keys said, watching you with lustful eyes.

he didn’t even wait for an answer, but it was obvious with the eyes you gave him. he showed his pajama pants down, freeing his cock.

he lined himself up and pushed into you in one deep thrust.

“fuuuuck,” you gasped. “you’re so big, i can feel you deep.”

keys groaned, gripping your thighs as he started fucking you deeper and harder now. the wet sound of his cock plunging into your soaked cunt filled the silence.

“so fucking tight,” he growled. ”you’re dripping. my god.”

you moaned then loudly.

“harder, please.”

and he did it.

he was good. better than your boyfriend.

maybe because your boyfriend didn’t even try to fuck you good, he just wanted to cum.

and the fact he was at the room next to you was making you even more horny.

the bulge of keys’ cock was visible in your lower belly with every thrust he made. he pressed a hand there, feeling himself move inside you.

“look at that,” he said. “you can see my cock stretching you out. this is insane.”

you whimpered, setting your hands now on the counter trying to dig your nails in there, but of course, failing.

the outline of his cock was clear every time he bottomed out.

“it feels so good.” you were being noisy, loud, and probably your boyfriend was going to notice about it.

it couldn’t help it. the way he was splitting you open was driving you insane.

“i need you to be quiet, baby.” keys said, fucking you deeply while he kissed you, spitting a little bit in your mouth. “your boyfriend is down the hall. you don’t want him hearing you, right?”

one of his hands slammed against your ass cheeks, careful enough to be quiet.

he kissed you once again, then spat directly onto your mouth.

you moaned at the filthy act, swallowing it as he fucked you.

then he did it harder.

your back was arched against the counter, his thrusts were harder now.

“oh, keys… fuck.”

“i told you to stop being noisy,” he moaned.

“i’m trying….” but it wasn’t enough, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut while he was fucking you that good.

keys took your panties, leaning on the counter, and pulled them inside your mouth.

you didn’t expect that at all, but you kept moaning against them while he was fucking you harder and deeper.

“i’m gonna cum,” he whispered in your ear as he felt you were stretching around him.

you came first. making a mess while you moaned loudly against your panties. keys didn't stop.

he fucked you thought it, then he kept

going, chasing his own release while you trembled in overstimulation.

then he came, filling you up with all his cum.

he stayed buried inside you for a long moment, and kissed you softly.

“you’re so perfect,” he said, getting dressed fast at the same time as you.

your legs were shaking, you leaned against the counter, trying to make your hair look better than before.

your boyfriend appeared, with a smile in his face.

“baby, why are you awake?” he said, not even looking at keys. “are you two okay?”

“yeah, i was just helping her find the milk.” keys said with a silly smile on his face.

your boyfriend then nodded, without saying anything else.

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­ㅤ­ㅤ­ㅤㅤ­­­­­­₊  ֹ  ˖ pulling your panties to the side for a quickie  +18 ୨౿

waiting for robin at steve’s house has always been a tradition. the three of you were supposed to have a friends night; some movies, snacks and probably robin complaining about work.

but like always, she was running late. so steve pulled you into his room the second he knew she was going to arrive late, closing the door behind you with a cocky smirk.

‘’got a few minutes before she arrives,’’ he said while he pushed you against the wall. his hand slid up your skirt.

‘’been wanting this all fucking day.’’ he growled. his fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them roughly to the side, not bothering to take them off.

‘’fuuck, steve… she could be here any minute,’’ you whispered in a half-protest tone.

without another word, he freed himself from his jeans, and rubbed the head of his cock against your slick entrance. 

‘’i know,’’ he smirked. ‘’that’s why it’s gonna be quick. don’t say you don’t want this when you’re already so wet f’me princess, huh?’’

he pushed himself into you in one hard thrust, burying himself deep. you gasped while your nails digged into his shoulder as he started fucking you fast and rough again wall.

then it was just the wet sounds of your skin and his slapping that were filling the room. 

‘’fuck, you’re so wet,’’ he groaned as his hips snaped against yours. ‘’y’hear that? that’s the sound of your pussy while i fuck you’’

he gripped your thigh, holding your leg around his waist as he pounded into you. he started fucking you hard and fast. his right hand kept on your panties, keeping them to one side so they wouldn’t get in the way.

you whimpered shakily as steve’s cock nudged that snug sensitive spot inside you.

‘’steve… shit. oh god.’’  you moaned. his lips lingered on your neck, giving you wet kisses and bites. he put his other hand over your mouth, smirking down at you.

‘’shh, baby. don’t be noisy. be good f’me.'' he fucked you harder and deep. ''you’re so tight and wet. ’’

his cock hit that perfect spot with every thrust. you felt tight around him, his cock disappearing into your dripping hole again and again.

‘’fuuuck, i’m close,’’ he groaned. ‘’gonna cum so deep in you. gonna breed this tight little cunt.’’ his breathing now was hot against your ear.

“my god, steve. slow down, i can’t…” you moaned, scratching his back to the point that he was almost bleeding.

‘’gonna fill you up before she gets here,’’ he said while his thrusts became messier. ‘’want to sit you next to me tonight with my cum leaking out of you all night.’’

you came first, hard around him, moaning against his hand as your thighs start shaking. steve followed the orgasm with a low groan, thrusting deep as he spilled inside you.

he stayed buried into you for a few seconds, catching his breath. then, he slowly pulled out, fixed your panties back into place and slapped slowly your ass.

‘’good girl,’’ he murmured as he kissed you once. ‘’don’t even think about cleaning yourself now. stay all filled up with me.’’

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

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I know you just posted meetify algorithm

but girl, we need a part 2 🙏🏼

that was so so good, beyond words. you are so talented !!

i am starting with it later when the world cup finish love yall :)

i will post it as soon as i finish it (a long this next week) 💞

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I LOVED Lying To My Therapist! Do you think you could possibly make a part two???? If not no problem at all!!! <3

i’ll try to make a part two but not right now since i need to do a lot of requests and part two of other fics i have already :3

but when i post about it u guys will now seriously so tysm <3

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HOLY FUCK SO SORRY ABOUT PRIOR ASK IVE BEEN STRUGGLING TO FIND IT SINCE FOURTH OF JULY BUT JUST FOUND IT AGAIN AFTER SENDING THE ASK SO PLS PLS IGNORE IT ILY ILY

it was ‘i’ll be over you’ by levanterhaze 😭😭😭

its okay baby hope u enjoy it so much anything u need ask :3

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snort of sin

pairing sean lockwood x reader (wc. 6k) summary: escaping the center of club out of jealousy, a brief moment with guests turns highly intimate once you and your co-star sean lockwood are left alone. warnings: +18, explicit nsfw, use of drugs, snorting cocaine from boobs, use of alcohol, stomach and boobs body shot, fingering, oral (f receiving), light dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, thigh humping, titty sucking, praising, overstimulation, use of tie for binding hands, soft spanking author's note: dedicated to my baby mia since she loves sean so much

the italian sun was merciless that summer.

the sun beat down mercilessly on the sprawling set outside, where hundreds of crew members worked to bring an ancient egyptian empire back to life. 

you had been on location for three weeks already, filming what the studio was calling the biggest blockbuster of the decade. 

massive sets, thousands of extras, and enough gold paint to blind someone.

and then there was sean lockwood.

he was lounging in one of the shaded actor chairs like he owned the entire production, legs stretched out, script barely touched on his lap. 

to everyone else on set; directors, crew, even the other lead actors, sean was the same effortlessly cool, slightly cocky guy he always played. 

laid-back to the point of almost not caring.

quick with sarcastic comments even if he was a really good actor.

and never one to take anything too seriously.

but with you? it was different.

the moment you walked out of your trailer in full costume; linen robes, intricate gold jewelry, and your wig, sean’s eyes found you instantly. 

he sat up straighter with a small genuine smile tugging at his lips as he watched you approach.

“here she is,” he said with a warm voice, only for you. “finally. i was starting to think they’d stolen my co-star.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile as you dropped into the chair beside him. 

“missed me that much in two hours?”

sean leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours. 

“you have no idea.” his tone was teasing, but there was something heavier underneath it.

something that had been growing for months now. 

an obsession he hid behind friendship and playful banter. 

in the distance, a new group of extras was being herded toward the set by the assistant directors. 

among them, a girl with striking features; mimosa, stood quietly, looking a little nervous but excited to be part of the massive production. she was hired by josephine’s petition.

or that’s what you heard.

sean barely spared them a glance. his attention stayed fixed on you, like it always did.

after the director called cut on the long intense scene, the entire set exhaled in relief. 

the heat was brutal, and everyone was exhausted. you let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from your brow as the crew began resetting for the next shot.

the heavy linen and gold jewelry of your costume felt suffocating in the heat. you were about to reach for a water bottle when Sean approached you, his steps confident but unhurried.

he stopped right in front of you, closer than strictly professional, and gave you that soft, crooked smile he only seemed to reserve for you.

“you were incredible,” he said, his voice was low and warm, meant only for your ears. “seriously. amazing.”

his praise made your chest feel warm despite the exhaustion. he kissed your cheek, and before you could respond, your gaze drifted past his shoulder.

mimosa was standing a short distance away, half-hidden behind some equipment. 

she was staring directly at sean. 

her expression was intense, almost longing, and even from where you stood you could see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

one tear finally escaped, rolling slowly down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

still, she didn’t stop watching him.

a sharp, unpleasant feeling twisted in your stomach. 

you didn’t like it. 

not the way she looked at him, and not the quiet discomfort it stirred in you. 

but you said nothing. you simply forced your attention back to sean, who was still looking at you with that soft, focused expression, completely unaware or unbothered; by mimosa’s gaze.

the dressing room was full of noise and movement. 

some girls, extras and minor cast members, were chatting animatedly while changing out of their costumes. 

laughter and gossip filled the air as they helped each other with zippers and talked about the long day of filming.

you stood in front of the clothing rack, freshly out of your heavy egyptian costume, wrapped in a silk robe. 

you pulled out a few dresses, holding them up one by one, but none of them felt right.

“i don’t know…” you murmured, frowning at a deep green gown. “this one feels too formal. and this one… maybe too simple?”

mimosa, who was still struggling with her own costume nearby, glanced over. 

a couple of the other girls noticed your hesitation and came closer, offering their opinions with excitement.

“that silver one would look amazing on you,” one of them suggested.

then the dinner with rufus, josephine, and the others was elegant but exhausting.

full of polite conversation, studio politics, and too many glasses of expensive wine. 

you smiled and played your part well, sitting beside sean, who kept stealing glances at you throughout the night.

after dinner, the group moved to an exclusive club in the city for drinks. the music was loud, the lights low, and the atmosphere much more relaxed.

josephine had taken mimosa under her wing. when they arrived at the club, josephine introduced her to everyone with a bright, theatrical smile.

“this is sandy,” she announced, gesturing to mimosa. “my new favorite discovery. isn’t she stunning?”

mimosa; now apparently going by “sandy” smiled shyly and nodded along, though she looked a little overwhelmed.

after a while, the conversation grew louder and more business-oriented. sean quickly grew bored. 

he leaned toward you, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured.

‘’i need some air. coming?”

you didn’t hesitate. 

you excused yourself politely and followed him outside to a quiet terrace at the back of the club. 

the night air was cooler, a welcome relief after the stuffy atmosphere inside.

sean pulled a pack of cigarettes from his suit, lit one, and took a slow drag. 

after a moment, he offered it to you. 

you took it from his fingers, your lips brushing the same spot where his had been, and inhaled deeply. 

you passed it back and forth between you in comfortable silence for a few moments, the smoke curling up into the night sky.

sean leaned against the railing, watching you with that lazy, intense look he always saved for you.

“you looked bored in there too,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

he took another drag before handing the cigarette back to you. 

“or were you just looking for an excuse to follow me?” you smiled, exhaling the smoke slowly as you stepped a little closer to him.

“maybe i just wanted some fresh air,” you replied teasingly, your voice soft. “or maybe i just like being alone with you.”

sean’s smirk deepened. 

he took the cigarette from your fingers, but instead of smoking it, he kept it between his fingers while his other hand lightly brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

‘’you know… you’re really dangerous when you play along like that,’’ he murmured while his eyes dropped to your lips for a second. ‘’makes me–’’

the air between you felt thick, charged with something neither of you wanted to name.

sean’s hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, his thumb tracing small circles over the fabric of your dress.

before you could reply, the terrace door opened.

mimosa, or sandy, stepped outside, looking flustered. 

the moment her eyes landed on sean, her cheeks flushed and became visibly nervous, fidgeting with the hem or her dress.

‘’um… sorry to interrupt,’’ she said, her voice shaky as he glanced quickly at sean and then away, clearly intimidated. ‘’josephine is asking for you inside. she wants you to ask you something.’’

you looked at her confused.

‘’looking for who? for sean…?’’ you asked.

‘’no. for you.’’ you nodded, trying to hide your disappointment.

‘’thanks, mimosa. i’ll be right there.’’

sean’s hand lingered on your waist for a second longer, reluctant to let go. his fingers gave you one last gentle squeeze before he finally released you.

“go ahead,” he said quietly, his voice still low and intimate. “i’ll stay out here a little longer.”

you gave him a small smile and turned back inside. as you walked away, you could feel sean’s eyes on your back the entire time.

inside the club, josephine immediately waved you over to her table with a bright smile. 

she was sitting with a tall, handsome young actor; one of the rising stars in the supporting cast.

“darling, come here!” josephine called. “i want you to meet him. he’s been dying to talk to you.”

the guy stood up with a charming grin and shook your hand. 

he was smooth, confident, and clearly interested. 

the two of you started chatting easily while drinking cocktails. he complimented your performance on set, made you laugh with funny stories from previous films, and leaned in closer every time he spoke. 

the flirting was light but noticeable.

lingering eye contact, playful teasing, and the occasional touch on your arm.

“you were mesmerizing today on set,” he said, leaning in closer, his arm resting on the back of your chair. “the way you move in front of the camera… it’s almost unfair to the rest of us.”

you smiled, taking a sip of your drink. 

“flattery already? we’ve only just met.”

he chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. 

he shifted even closer, his knee brushing against yours.

“i'm just being honest,” he replied with a low voice. “though I have to admit… i’ve been looking forward to this dinner mostly because i knew you’d be here.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused. 

“careful. someone might think you’re trying to charm me.”

“is it working?” he asked with a playful smirk, his fingers lightly tracing the back of your hand. “because i can keep going. tell me more about you. what does a woman like you do when she’s not ruling ancient egypt on screen?”

you laughed softly, leaning in a little closer as well, your shoulders nearly touching. 

“i try to survive the italian heat and avoid dramatic co-stars.”

he grinned, his face now very close to yours. 

“well, if you ever need someone to help you survive… i’m excellent company. especially at night.”

you were enjoying the attention when sean finally walked back into the club. his eyes scanned the room until they landed on you and that boy. 

his expression changed instantly.

his jaw tightened, and a dark look crossed his face.

“want to dance?” he asked, voice smooth.

mimosa looked stunned, her cheeks flushing deep red. 

“m-me? oh… sure,” she stammered, clearly nervous but excited.

sean took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. he pulled her close.

not too scandalous, but close enough. 

one hand rested on her waist while the other held hers. 

as they moved to the music, he leaned down slightly to speak near her ear, flirting subtly.

“you look beautiful tonight,” he murmured, giving her one of his famous half-smiles. “josephine was right… you really stand out.”

mimosa looked like she might faint. 

she smiled shyly, clearly affected by his attention, while sean kept glancing over her shoulder toward you and the boy, his jaw still clenched.

you noticed.

you took a long sip of your drink, then another. 

the alcohol burned down your throat as you watched them. 

the way sean was holding mimosa, the way he leaned in close to her ear… it made something unpleasant twist in your chest. 

when you saw him tilt his head slightly, his face inching dangerously close to hers as if he was about to kiss her, you’d had enough.

you stood up abruptly, muttering a quick excuse to the guy you didn’t even know his name, and walked away without looking back.

sean noticed immediately. he pulled back from mimosa right before their lips could meet.

“sorry, sandy,” he said quickly, flashing her a brief, charming smile. “i have to go. we’ll dance later, yeah?”

he didn’t wait for her answer. 

he left her standing in the middle of the dance floor, looking confused and disappointed, and went after you.

you pushed through the crowd, the alcohol and irritation making your head spin. 

you needed a moment away from everything. you slipped into a side room that had been turned into a private lounge.

the moment you entered, the atmosphere shifted. 

the lights were dimmer, the music muffled. 

a small group of people were gathered around a glass table. white lines were neatly arranged in a silver plate, and a couple of them were already leaning down, taking hits.

you froze for a second. not because you weren’t used to cocaine.

because you just didn’t expect that.

before you could even process it or turn around, sean entered right behind you, closing the door. he scanned the room quickly, his jaw still tight from what he’d seen outside.

one of the guys at the table looked up and grinned. “lockwood! come join us, man.”

sean walked further into the room, acting completely casual. he greeted a couple of the guys with a nod and a quick handshake.

“hey, you got any left?” sean asked, his voice relaxed, as if this was completely normal. “i could use a line.”

you turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise and irritation. 

you opened your mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but he was already focused on the table, waiting for someone to offer him the cocaine.

one of the guys passed him a rolled-up bill. 

sean leaned down without hesitation, inhaled a clean, sharp line in one smooth motion, and straightened up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. 

almost immediately, his eyes looked brighter, his movements more confident.

he turned toward you, ignoring the tension between you two like it didn’t exist. 

he stepped close, one hand sliding around your waist as if you hadn’t just walked away from him on the dance floor.

“come here,” he said casually, voice low and smooth, like nothing had happened. 

he gently pulled you closer to the table. 

“your turn. Inhale. it’ll help you relax.”

you were still annoyed, angry, even, at the way he had danced with mimosa just to get back at you. 

but the mixture of alcohol, jealousy, and the chaotic night made you given in. you let out a frustrated breath and leaned down.

you took the rolled bill from his fingers, inhaled the line quickly, and felt the sharp chemical burn hit. 

almost instantly, a wave of warmth and numbness spread though your body, dulling the irritation just a little.

sean stayed close behind you, his hand resting now on your leg. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured.

‘’see? feels better already, doesn’t it?’’

you didn’t answer. 

sean turned toward the guy still sitting on the coach.

‘’hey, you got a bag i can take with me?’’ he asked casually.

the guy smirked and tossed him a small plastic baggie. sean caught it easily and slipped it into the suit pocket.

one by one, the others in the room started leaving, saying their goodbyes and heading back to the party.

soon, the door clicked shut, leaving just you and sean alone in the dimly lit lounge.

the silence lasted only a few seconds before you turned into him, arms crossed.

‘’what the hell was that with mimosa before?’’ you asked. ‘’you were practically about to kiss her on the dance floor.’’

sean leaned back against the couch, looking at you with that lazy, arrogant smirk he always wore when he knew he had your attention. 

he didn’t look guilty at all.

“it was nothing,” he said smoothly, shrugging. “she looked nervous. i was just being nice.”

“nice?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “you were all over her.”

sean let out a low chuckle. 

he shifted closer to you on the couch, his hand sliding slowly up your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. 

“come on, baby,” he murmured, voice low and coquettish. “you really think i want her? i was just messing with you… making you jealous.” 

his hand moved higher on your leg, slipping under the hem of your dress as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“you know i only want you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “even when you’re letting some idiot flirt with you all night.”

his touch was confident and teasing, fingers slowly sliding higher up your thigh under your dress.

you turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze with a small, playful smirk despite still being annoyed.

“oh, so now you’re jealous?” you teased back, your voice low and flirtatious. “that’s cute, sean. i thought you didn’t care.” you said sarcastic.

he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes darkening as he looked at your lips. 

“i care more than you think.”

a heavy silence fell between you. the air felt thick, charged with tension and unspoken desire. 

neither of you moved for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

then sean suddenly cupped the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you in as his other hand stayed firmly on your thigh. 

he kissed you hard.

his lips immediately locked onto your upper lip, sucking it gently before deepening the kiss. 

he tilted his head and slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with slow, hungry strokes. 

the kiss was possessive and intense, his fingers tightening on your nape as he pulled you even closer. 

for a few long seconds, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing and the wet sound of your lips moving together. 

his tongue moved against yours with purpose, claiming your mouth as if he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. both of you were breathing hard. 

his eyes were dark, pupils dilated, a dangerous mix of cocaine and raw want burning in them.

“i have an idea,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

you swallowed, still dazed from the kiss. 

“what?”

sean didn’t answer right away. instead, he kissed you again.

slower this time. deeper. more teasing. 

his tongue brushed against yours lazily before he pulled back just enough to speak against your lips, his breath hot.

“i want to snort a line off your tits.”

the words hung in the air between you, filthy and bold. 

he watched your reaction carefully, his hand sliding up from your waist to trace the neckline of your elegant champagne dress. 

his fingers brushed over the soft skin just above your breasts, teasing.

“you look so fucking good in this dress,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. “i’ve been thinking about peeling it off you all night… but this would be even better. let me do it. one line. right here.”

he leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the top of your cleavage, then looked up at you with that cocky, charming smirk he knew you couldn’t resist.

“come on, baby,” he whispered, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “let me make you feel good. let me use you a little.”

you hesitated for just a second, heart racing.

‘’okay.”

sean’s smirk widened into a satisfied grin. 

you leaned back against the couch, your body relaxing as he moved over you. he kissed you deeply first, slow and hungry, his tongue sliding against yours as if sealing the deal. 

when he pulled back, his hands moved to the thin straps of your champagne dress. 

he slowly slid them down your shoulders, tugging the fabric lower until your breasts were exposed.

“fuck… look at you,” he murmured, eyes dark with lust.

he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the small baggie of cocaine. 

with careful, almost reverent movements, he poured a thin, neat line along the curve of your left breast.

he then grabbed a glass of champagne from the table, took a slow sip, and leaned down to kiss you again, passing the cold, bubbly liquid from his mouth into yours. 

you swallowed the small drops, feeling the chill mix with the heat in your body.

sean pulled back slightly, his lips brushing yours.

“careful, baby. don’t move too much.” he whispered.

he kissed you one last time, deep and possessive, before lowering his head to your chest. 

he pressed one nostril shut and inhaled the line in one smooth, sharp motion off your breast. 

a low groan escaped him as he straightened up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, eyes half-lidded from the rush.

for a moment he just stared down at you, breathing harder, clearly enjoying the view of your bare tits marked with the faint white residue.

“fuck… that’s perfect,” he murmured, voice rough.Without giving you much time to react, Sean leaned down again. 

he carefully poured a second, slightly thicker line along the curve of your right breast, this time closer to your nipple. 

he took his time, making sure the powder stayed in place.

“stay still for me, baby,” he whispered, one hand firmly holding your waist.

he lowered his head once more. 

this time he took it slower, savoring it. 

he inhaled deeply, the sharp sound of him snorting the cocaine off your soft skin filling the quiet room. 

when he finished, he let out a pleased groan, his breath hot against your chest.

‘’fuck, sean…’’ you said.

instead of pulling away completely, sean stuck his tongue out and began licking the remaining powder from your breasts. 

he dragged his tongue slowly and deliberately over your skin, collecting every last trace. 

he licked across the swell of your tit, circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, tasting the bitter chemical mixed with the taste of your skin.

“mmm… you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your chest, voice muffled. “even better with a little extra.”

he continued licking and sucking lazily, making sure he didn’t miss any residue, his hands squeezing your breasts as he worshipped them with his mouth.

after a few moments, sean lifted his head and kissed you deeply, letting you taste the faint bitterness of the cocaine on his tongue. 

the kiss was slow and messy, his tongue sliding against yours as he groaned into your mouth.

sean moved over you, settling between your legs. he started kissing down your body — first your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, then lower to your collarbones.

his mouth traveled across your chest, kissing and licking your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. he sucked one into his mouth while his hand massaged the other, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

at the same time, his free hand slowly slid up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher, fingertips teasing the soft skin dangerously close to your core.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough. “i can’t get enough of you.’’

you reached up, your fingers working on his tie. 

you loosened it and pulled it off his neck, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Sean let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased by your initiative.

sean pulled back just enough to tug your dress down your body. 

with smooth, eager movements, he slid it completely off you, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

he tossed the dress aside and looked down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

‘’lie down, baby,” he ordered softly.

you obeyed, lying back fully on the couch. 

sean reached for the bottle of champagne on the table, poured some into his mouth, and then leaned over you. 

he let the cold liquid spill slowly from his lips onto your stomach, creating a small, glistening pool just above your navel.

“don’t move,” he warned with voice low and commanding. “stay still for me.”

you shivered as the cold champagne hit your warm skin. 

“it’s cold…” you whispered, biting your lip.

sean smirked. 

“good. i like watching you squirm.”

he lowered his head and started kissing down your body, from your breasts to your stomach. 

his tongue traced slow, deliberate paths over your skin, licking up every drop of champagne while keeping his eyes locked on yours the entire time. 

the eye contact was intense and filthy.

“mmm… tastes even better,” he murmured against your stomach, licking lower. “so fucking sweet.”

you let out a soft moan, your hands threading into his already messy hair. 

“sean… fuck…”

he continued kissing lower, his mouth moving teasingly over your lower belly, then even lower. 

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside.

he settled between your thighs, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your center. 

his breath was hot against your sensitive skin as he looked up at you again.

“look at me, baby,” he whispered. “i want you watching while i eat you.”

sean’s hands caressed your inner thighs, spreading them wider for him. 

he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked pussy, groaning at your taste.

then he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them perfectly as his mouth latched onto your clit.

you moaned loudly, your hips jerking against his face.

‘’fuck. sean!” you cried out, one hand gripping his hair tightly.

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned against your pussy, voice muffled and filthy. “let me hear how good i make you feel. suck a noisy girl for me.”

he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against that perfect spot with every thrust. 

the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the room.

‘’you taste so good,” he growled, looking up at you again, his chin shiny with your arousal. “you’re such a good girl for me… letting me bury my face between your legs like this.”

your moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure built fast. 

sean didn’t let up. 

he sucked harder on your clit, fucking you deeper with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“cum for me, baby,” he demanded, voice rough. “i want to feel you queezing my fingers while you cum on my tongue. be a good girl and cum for me.”

the combination of his words, his fingers, and his relentless mouth pushed you over the edge. 

you came hard, back arching off the couch as a loud, broken moan tore from your throat.

“sean. fuck! i’m cumming!”

your thighs shook around his head, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. 

sean kept licking and sucking you through it, groaning in satisfaction as he drank every drop of your release.

he didn’t stop until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess, whimpering softly.

when he finally pulled back, his chin was shiny with your arousal. 

he looked up at you with a cynical, satisfied smirk, clearly proud of the state he had put you in.

“look at you,” he murmured, voice low and cocky. “such a pretty mess for me.”

he moved up your body and sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. his hands gripped your hips firmly.

“ride my thigh, baby,” he ordered, that smirk still on his lips. “i want to feel how wet you are.”

you obeyed, grinding slowly against his muscular thigh, your soaked pussy sliding against the fabric of his pants. 

the friction made you moan softly.

sean reached for the bottle of champagne again. he poured some slowly between your breasts, watching the golden liquid run down your cleavage. 

he leaned in and licked it up greedily, his tongue dragging between your tits as you continued humping his thigh.

“mmm… fuck,’’ he groaned against your skin, sucking lightly on the curve of your breast. “keep moving, baby. use my leg like the needy little thing you are.”

you moaned louder, rolling your hips faster.

your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continued drinking the champagne from your chest, licking and sucking every drop while his eyes stayed locked on your face.

“sean. fuck, i’m cumming!” you cried out.

you moaned louder, riding his thigh harder. 

your hips moved faster, grinding down with more pressure. the feeling was filthy and intense. 

sean flexed his thigh beneath you, giving you even more friction exactly where you needed it.

your breasts bounced with every desperate roll of your hips as you chased your pleasure.

sean’s cock was rock hard and pressed against your other thigh, twitching every time you moaned.

he leaned in, sucking on your neck and squeezing your ass while you kept humping him.

after a few minutes, your movements became more frantic. you came, arching your back.

sean suddenly grabbed your hips, stopping you.

after a few moments, he growled low in his throat and lifted you off his thigh. 

he stood up just long enough to push his pants and boxers all the way down, kicking them off along with his shoes. 

his hard cock bobbed heavily between his legs as he pushed you down onto the couch, laying you on your back beneath him.

he spread your legs wide and settled between them. 

without teasing, he lined up and pushed inside you in one deep thrust.

“ahh. sean!” you cried out loudly as he stretched you open, filling you completely.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second. “such a perfect little pussy. made for me.”

at first, he moved slowly, savoring the feeling. 

long, deep strokes that made your back arch off the couch. 

your moans were shameless and loud, echoing in the small room with every thrust. but the slower rhythm didn’t last.

sean’s control snapped. 

his hips suddenly snapped forward harder, fucking you with deep, intense strokes. the sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder as he drove into you relentlessly. 

he grabbed one of your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you.

“yes! oh my god, sean!” you cried out, voice high and needy. 

your moans turned into loud, broken whimpers with every powerful thrust.

“that’s my good girl,” he growled, eyes burning into yours. “let me hear you. be loud for me, baby.”

he leaned down, biting your neck as he slammed into you harder, his pace brutal and possessive. “you take me so fucking well… such a perfect, noisy for me.”

your moans only grew louder, shameless and unrestrained, as he fucked you deep into the couch.

your body jolted with every powerful thrust, breasts bouncing, back arching. 

your hands couldn’t stay still; they moved frantically over his back, nails digging into his shoulders and scratching down his skin, then gripping his hair, pulling desperately as pleasure overwhelmed you.

sean breathed heavily against your ear. 

his voice came out low and serious.

“stop moving your hands, baby.”

you tried. 

you really did. 

but the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to control yourself. 

your fingers kept gripping and scratching at his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as he drove into you.

“i can’t… sean, i can’t stop,” you moaned, voice shaky and desperate.

he let out a quiet, frustrated growl.

“i said stop.”

when you couldn’t obey, sean made the decision. 

without slowing the rhythm of his hips, he reached for his tie lying nearby. 

in one fluid motion, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them firmly above your head.

you watched him with wide eyes, breathing hard. 

“sean… what are you?”

before you could finish, he wrapped the silk tie around your wrists, tying them together tightly, then secured them to the armrest of the couch. 

the restraint was firm. You instinctively tugged against it, but it didn’t give.

“sean…” you breathed, voice trembling with both nerves and arousal. 

“i… i can’t move my hands.”

“i know,” he said quietly, looking straight into your eyes as he sank deep inside you again. 

“that’s the point.” a loud moan escaped your lips as he resumed fucking you, harder this time. 

with your arms tied above your head, you could only arch your back and take every powerful thrust.

“oh god… sean!” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. “it’s so deep… fuck.”

he groaned at your words, his rhythm becoming brutal and possessive. one hand held your hip, the other braced beside your head as he drove into you relentlessly.

“tell me how it feels,” he demanded, voice rough but serious.“it feels… so good,” you moaned loudly, gasping between words.

he leaned down and kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as he fucked you even deeper.

he leaned down and captured your mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss. 

his tongue slid against yours without restraint, wet and messy. 

the kiss was deep and desperate, strings of saliva connecting your lips every time he pulled back slightly to breathe. 

you could barely keep up with the intensity of it while he continued fucking you hard, his hips snapping against yours.

a soft moan escaped into his mouth as he kissed you even sloppier, tongues gliding messily, saliva coating your lips and dripping slightly down the corner of your mouth.

without warning, his hand moved from your hip to your ass.

he gave it a firm, controlled spank, the sound sharp but not too hard. 

then another, a little softer, as he kept pounding into you.

you gasped loudly against his lips.

“sean!” you cried out, voice breaking as another slap landed on your ass, warm and stinging in the best way.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead pressed against yours, a thin string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.

“you like that?” he asked, voice low and husky, thrusting deep and slow for a moment.

“yes… fuck, yes,” you moaned shamelessly, tugging uselessly against the tie around your wrists. “don’t stop… please.”

sean groaned at your desperate words and kissed you again, even messier than before. 

his tongue explored your mouth as he resumed his brutal pace, fucking you hard while his hand continued to spank your ass softly.

your loud moans and whimpers filled the room, mixing with the wet sound of your sloppy kisses and the constant slap of his hips against yours.

the pleasure built fast and intense. 

your wrists pulled helplessly against the silk tie as your body tensed beneath him.

“sean… I’m close,” you gasped desperately against his lips, voice shaky. 

“i’m gonna cum….”

‘’cum for me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. “let me feel you.”

afew more deep, punishing thrusts pushed you over the edge. 

you came hard around him, crying out loudly as your walls clenched tightly around his cock. 

your whole body trembled and shook beneath him, moans breaking into sharp, breathless whimpers.

the feeling of you pulsing around him sent sean over the edge right after. 

he buried himself deep inside you with a low, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he came hard, filling you with hot, thick pulses. his breath was sharp and broken against your neck, body tense and trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy, ragged breathing. 

both of you were trying to catch your breath, bodies slick with sweat and still connected.

sean stayed buried inside you for a few seconds longer, then slowly lifted his head to look at you. his voice was low and hoarse when he spoke.

‘’that was the best sex of my life,” he confessed seriously, eyes locked on yours. 

you could only nod weakly, still breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

he glanced over at the watch on his wrist and cursed softly under his breath.

“shit… it’s late. we have to go.” he gently pulled out of you and sat up. “we need to get dressed. we can go back to my hotel. it’’s closer and quieter.”

he leaned down and kissed you once more, slower this time, before starting to untie your wrists with careful fingers. 

his touch was surprisingly tender after how rough he had been just moments ago.

“come on, baby,” he murmured, helping you sit up. “let’s get out of here.”

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

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pairing: steve harrington x reader (w.c. 6.3k) summary: after months of chemistry with steve, the whole group suspects there's more between you two. specially nancy, who keeps pushing the truth. you deny it, claming you're just close. until she walks in and catches you together doing more than ''just friends'' things. warnings: porn with plot, +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, big dick steve, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, almost creampie, dirty talk, getting caught, secret situationship, mutual masturbation, p in v, oral sex (f & m receiving), dryhumping, jealousy behavior. author's note: hii petition requested here :3 hope u like it n please be patient about the others one pls! love yall

you knew steve harrington for what felt like forever now. 

it all started back when dustin first dragged him into your orbit after the chaotic demodog incident. 

at first, steve was just your annoyingly popular friend; the former king of hawkins high who somehow ended up babysitting a bunch of kids and fighting monsters alongside them. 

but over time, that reluctant acquaintance changed into something much deeper.

steve became one of the most important people in your life. 

he was the person you called when you couldn’t sleep.

the one who remembered your favorite snacks after a rough day.

the only one who could make you laugh even when the weight of the upside down felt crushing. 

the two of you shared an effortless closeness that went far beyond normal friendship. 

you spent countless nights talking in his car, shoulders brushing, exchanging quiet confessions under dim streetlights. 

he knew your fears, your dreams, and the way you liked your drinks. 

you knew his insecurities, his regrets, and the parts of him he hid from the rest of the world.

and yet… you weren’t together. 

not officially.

there were no labels, no dates and no promises. 

just a deep, tender bond that everyone around you seemed to notice except the two of you. 

or at least, that’s what you told yourselves.

steve had been completely honest with you about nancy. 

one quiet evening, months after their breakup, he told you everything; the good moments. the painful fights, the way he had failed her, and how much it hurt when things ended. 

he spoke openly about his guilt and the lingering sadness, but he also made it clear that he had moved on. 

the feelings were no longer romantic; they were just memories now. 

still, he trusted you enough to lay it all bare, something he rarely did with anyone else. 

you listened without judgment, and that night only pulled you two closer.

robin, of course, found the whole thing endlessly entertaining. 

she never missed a chance to tease you both. 

whenever she caught steve staring at you a little too long or noticed how his hand instinctively rested on your lower back when you walked together.

“you two are so gone for each other it’s actually painful to watch.” she’d smirk and say.

she loved poking at steve specifically, grinning.

“just admit you like her. the way you look at her is embarrassing. even the kids have noticed.” 

steve would roll his eyes, cheeks slightly pink.

“shut up,” but he never actually denied it.

after that, you became close friends with nancy and Robin. 

or that’s what you thought.

one crisp afternoon, the three of you —you, nancy, and robin— were walking through the woods. you were supposed to be gathering information about some gates, but the conversation drifted into more personal territory.

steve was a little further ahead, scouting with eddie, but every so often he would glance back over his shoulder, his eyes finding you almost instinctively.

he’d give you that soft familiar half-smile before turning his attention back to the trail.

and nancy noticed it immediately. she let out a small bitter-sounding laugh as she pushed a branch out of her way.

‘’god, look at him. he can’t even go five minutes without checking on you.’’

you looked at her, thinking the words to talk.

‘’it’s actually kind of impressive how attentive he is… when he wants to be.’’ nancy continued.

robin raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, sensing the shit in tone. nancy continued again, her voice was sweet but laced with something sharper.

‘’must be nice having someone glued to you at these days.’’

you felt heat rise your cheeks. laughing nervously, you shook your head and tried to brush it off.

‘’oh, come on, nancy. it’s not like that,’’ you said quickly, forcing a smile. ‘’steve’s just… protective of everyone. he’s not that attentive with me specially. we’re just close friends, that’s all.’’

nancy turned her head to look at you, her expression unreadable but her smile thin.

‘’right,’’ she replied, the word dripping with disbelief. ‘’just friends. of course.’’

she looked forward again, eyes landing on steve’s distant figure as he once more glanced back toward your group.

towards you.

robin cleared her throat, trying to cut through the tension, but the damage was already done. 

you swallowed hard, heart racing, and kept walking in silence, painfully aware of steve’s eyes still lingering on you from afar.

that same evening at the wheeler house, the group was crowded around the large dining table covered in maps, newspapers clipping, and half-empty mugs of coffee. 

steve stood directly behind you, his tall frame leaning over your shoulder as he pointed at a particular route on the map.

his chest pressed warmly against your back, and one of his hands settled naturally on your waist, his fingers splaying possessively over the fabric oof your shirt.

the touch was innocent enough to anyone glancing over. but the way his thumb began to move –slow, deliberate circles against your side– was anything but.

you felt his breath ghost over the side of your neck when he spoke.

a low and intimate voice.

‘’right here,’’ he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. ‘’this is where we need to be careful.’’

your breath hitched. without meaning to, you leaned back into him, your hips pressing subtly against his front.

steve’s grip tightened instantly, pulling you closer for just a second.

the heat between your bodies was undeniable.

his fingers flexed against your waist, and you could feel the tension in his arm, like he was fighting the urge to do more.

the air around you felt thick, charged with something heavy and unspoken.

steve’s other hand brushed against yours on the table, lingering far longer than necessary, his pinky slowly tracing the side of your hand.

you bit your lip, trying to focus on the map while your heart hammered in your chest.

from across the table, robin smirked but stayed quiet. 

nancy, however, watched the entire interaction with narrowed eyes, her pen frozen in her hand.

eddie, never one to hold back, groaned loudly and threw his head back in exaggerated disgust.

‘’oh my god, seriously? can you two stop eye-fucking each other for five minutes? we’re trying to plan how not to die and you’re over here practically dry-humping each other in front of everyone!’’ 

he waved his hands dramatically.

steve didn’t move away immediately. 

instead, he let out a low chuckle. his hand gave your waist one last possessive squeeze before he finally straightened up.

but the heated look he gave you over your shoulder made it very clever this moment was far from over.

you felt your cheeks burning as you avoided nancy’s sharp gaze. 

but she said nothing.

after the group finally finished planning their strategy to confront vecna, everyone slowly dispersed. 

leaving you and steve completely alone in the dining room.

the tension in the air was immediate and thick.

steve leaned back against the table, his arms crossed over his chest while he watched you with that cocky little smirk.

‘’so…’’ he started, giving you a low voice full of sarcasm. ‘’you gonna keep pretending in front of nancy that you aren’t completely obsessed with me? or are we still playing the game?’’

you turned to face him, trying to keep your expression neutral even though your heart was racing.

‘’you’re the one who can’t keep his hands off me in front of everyone,’’ you shot back, raising an eyebrown. ‘’real subtle, harrington.’’

steve let a low chuckle and pushed off the table, slowly stalking toward you.

‘’oh, i’m sorry. was i being too obvious when you were practically pushing your ass back against me earlier?’’ he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell his cologne. “don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

you rolled your eyes, even as heat crawled up your neck. 

“you’re so full of yourself.”

“and you,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers lingering on your jaw, “are a terrible liar.” 

his thumb brushed slowly over your cheek. 

‘’you’ve been looking at me the same way i’ve been looking at you all day. don’t think i didn’t notice.”

the tension between you was electric. 

steve’s eyes dropped to your lips.

then back up to your eyes.

he looked at you hungry.

‘’you drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured. “acting all innocent in front of the others while you know exactly what you do to me.”

your breath hitched. 

“maybe you just need better self-control.”

steve smirked, stepping even closer until your bodies were nearly touching. 

“or maybe you should stop pretending you don’t want me to lose it.”

for a second, you both just stared at each other, the air heavy with unspoken desire. 

then steve cupped your face with both hands and kissed you.

it was deep and urgent from the start. 

you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging. 

steve groaned softly against your mouth, one hand dropping to your waist to pull you flush against him. 

the kiss grew hotter, tongues meeting, bodies pressed together against the table as weeks of hidden tension finally spilled over.

‘’fuck… i hate hiding this,” steve whispered with husky voice.

before you could respond, the door swung open.

“oh, for the love of god—” robin stood there, holding two mugs of coffee, eyes wide. “again?! i can’t leave you two alone for five minutes without you attacking each other!”

the next day, you, robin, and nancy spent the afternoon at the hawkins public library.

you three were tucked away in a quiet corner surrounded by stacks of old newspapers, town history books, and anything that might give you new information about vecna.

for a while, the conversation stayed focused on research. 

but eventually, nancy closed the book in front of her with a soft thud and looked directly at you.

“so… are you and steve actually together?” she asked, her voice calm but pointed.

you felt your stomach drop. 

robin glanced up from her notes but said nothing, choosing to stay silent for now.

nancy leaned forward slightly, continuing before you could answer. 

“because the tension between you two is impossible to ignore. it doesn’t look like friendship. it looks like something more.”

you shook your head quickly, forcing a nervous smile. 

“no, nancy. we’re not together. i promise. steve and i are just really close friends. that’s all.”

nancy let out a small sigh, tilting her head as she studied you. 

“look, i know steve. i dated him for a long time, remember? i know exactly how he acts when he’s into someone. it’s kind of his thing when he’s flirting.” she paused for a moment, then added, “and honestly? it’s fine. it doesn’t bother me. steve and i are friends now. i’ve moved on.”

you felt your cheeks heat up. you shook your head again, more firmly this time. 

“no, really. we’re not like that. we trust each other. there’s nothing romantic going on.”

nancy gave you a small, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“of course,” she said softly, her voice sweet but edged with something sharper. “you two are just… very close. i understand. it’s sweet, really.”

the comment hung in the air, light enough to seem innocent, but pointed enough to sting.

you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“nancy… are you jealous?”

the question slipped out before you could stop it. robin’s head snapped up from her notes, eyes widening slightly.

nancy blinked, clearly caught off guard, but she recovered quickly with a soft laugh. 

“jealous? no, i’m not...” 

before she could finish, robin cleared her throat loudly and interrupted.

“okay, ladies, as fun as this is, we should probably get back to investigating,” she said, tapping the newspaper in front of her. “vecna isn’t going to defeat himself, and we’re running out of daylight.”

nancy pressed her lips together for a second, then nodded. 

“you’re right,” she said, standing up and smoothing her sweater. “i’ll go check the history section on the second floor. maybe there’s something useful there.”

she gave you one last lingering look before walking away toward the stairs.

the moment nancy disappeared between the shelves, robin turned to you with a knowing smirk.

“alright. she’s gone,” robin said, leaning closer.

“i know there’s something going on between you and steve. and before you try to deny it again. i’ve literally walked in on you two making out. twice.”

she raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“so… how long has this been going on?”

you let out a long sigh, glancing around to make sure nancy was still out of earshot. 

“a few weeks,” you admitted quietly. “it just… happened. we’re not officially together or anything. it’s kind of a mess, honestly.”

robin nodded slowly, a small smirk on her face. 

“i figured. you two have been acting weird for a while. it was only a matter of time. just be careful, okay?”

you smiled weakly. 

“yeah… i know.”

the rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of research. 

when you finally got home that night, you were exhausted.  you had just changed into your pajamas when the phone rang. 

without thinking, you picked it up.

“hello?” a familiar low chuckle came through the line.

“hey, baby… it’s me.” you smiled, lying back on your bed. 

“steve. i didn’t know it was you.”

“yeah, i figured,” he said, voice warm. “how was the library? did you find anything useful, or was nancy giving you a hard time?”

you let out a soft laugh. 

“a bit of both. we found some old records that might help with vecna, but nancy kept pushing about us again. she’s convinced we’re together.”

steve hummed. 

“let her think what she wants.” hs tone shifted, becoming slower and deeper. then the quiet was made, until he talked again. “i miss you. been thinking about you nonstop since yesterday.”

“i miss you too,” you whispered.

steve’s voice dropped even lower. 

“yeah? i keep thinking about that kiss… how you pulled me closer. fuck, i wanted to lift you onto that table and take my time with you right there.”

your breath caught. heat spread through your body as you squeezed your thighs together instinctively. 

your free hand rested on your stomach, fingers twitching as you fought the urge to slide them lower.

“steve…” you breathed, voice shaky.

“i’ve been all day remembering how you sound when you’re turned on,” he continued, husky and teasing. “i want you so bad, baby. i want to kiss down your neck, push your legs apart and…”

your fingers hovered just at the waistband of your pajama shorts, heart racing, breath coming faster. 

you were so close to giving in.

“honey!” your big sister’s voice suddenly echoed from downstairs. “dinner’s ready! come down before it gets cold!”

you froze, letting out a frustrated sigh as you pulled your hand away.

“shit… i have to go,” you whispered, cheeks burning. “my sister’s calling me for dinner.”

steve groaned deeply on the other end. 

“worst timing ever. alright… go eat.” he paused, then added with a smirk in his voice, “but tomorrow i’m coming over early.”

the next afternoon, you had just stepped out of the shower, steam still filling your bathroom. 

you wrapped a towel tightly around your body and walked into your bedroom, hair damp and skin still warm. 

you were supposed to meet up with nancy, robin, eddie, and the rest of the group in less than an hour to go over the final details of the plan against vecna.

you were reaching for your clothes when you heard the familiar sound of your window sliding open.

you jumped, letting out a startled gasp as steve climbed through the window like he used to do back in the day. 

he landed quietly on your floor, brushing off his jeans with a smug little smirk.

“jesus christ, steve!” you whisper-yelled, one hand clutching the towel tightly against your chest. “you scared the hell out of me!”

he straightened up, eyes slowly dragging down your body, taking in the sight of you in nothing but a towel. 

his smirk deepened.

“sorry, baby,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “couldn’t wait until later.” he took a slow step closer, his eyes dark with heat. “and damn… this is a much better view than i imagined.”

you felt your face heat up as you took a small step back, still gripping the towel. 

“steve. i have to get ready. we’re meeting everyone soon and i’m not even dressed.”

he ignored your protest, closing the distance between you until he was right in front of you. 

his fingers lightly traced the edge of the towel near your collarbone, not pulling it, just teasing.

“you sure you don’t have five minutes?” he murmured, voice low and flirty. “because you look way too good in just this towel.’’

before you could answer, steve’s hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you flush against him. 

you didn’t resist. 

the second his lips met yours, you melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.

the kiss was hungry from the start. 

steve kissed you like he’d been waiting all day, tongue sliding against yours as one of his hands stayed firmly on your waist and the other cupped the back of your neck. 

you kissed him back just as eagerly, fingers threading into his hair and tugging lightly, exactly how he liked it.

“fuck, i missed this,” steve breathed against your lips between kisses. “missed tasting you… missed the way you sound when i kiss you like this.”

you let out a soft moan into his mouth as he deepened the kiss again, his tongue exploring yours with slow, heated strokes. 

your body pressed tighter against his, the thin towel the only thing between you.

steve walked backwards until he reached your bed and sat down on the edge, never breaking the kiss. 

with a gentle but firm tug, he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. 

the towel rode up your thighs as you settled over him, and his hands immediately gripped your hips, holding you in place.

“steve…” you whispered breathlessly, forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.

he smirked, eyes dark with want, and gave your hips a light squeeze.

“what?” he teased, voice rough. 

“you said you had to get ready… but you’re not exactly pushing me away, baby.”

you laughed softly, still a little dizzy from the kiss, and leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time. 

steve groaned quietly into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back under the edge of the towel while the other stayed firmly on your thigh.

“we really don’t have time,” you murmured against his lips, even as you kissed him once more.

“i know,” he replied, nipping at your bottom lip. “but fuck… you make it really hard to care.”

you kept kissing him deeply, straddling his lap as the kiss grew hotter and messier. 

your hips rocked slowly against him without thinking, and steve’s grip on your thigh tightened, pulling you closer. 

his tongue moved against yours hungrily, one hand now fully under the towel, caressing the bare skin of your back and waist.

soon you felt him getting hard beneath you. 

his cock pressed against your core through his jeans. you smiled against his lips and rolled your hips deliberately, grinding down on the growing bulge.

“mmm… already?” you teased, voice breathy and playful. “i thought you were supposed to behave.”

steve let out a low, strained groan, his hips buckling up slightly to meet your movement. 

“you’re the one sitting on my lap in nothing but a towel,” he muttered with a rough arousal voice. “what did you expect?”

you smirked and leaned in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. 

you sucked lightly on the sensitive spot just below his ear, then gently bit down, earning another deep groan from him.

“fuck, baby…” steve hissed, tilting his head to give you better access. 

his hands gripped your ass under the towel, squeezing as you continued grinding against his now fully hard cock. 

“you’re gonna kill me.”

you kissed and licked along his neck, enjoying the way his breathing got heavier every time you rolled your hips. 

“maybe i should stop then…” you whispered teasingly against his skin, even as you pressed down harder against his erection.

“don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, one hand sliding higher up your thigh, dangerously close to where you were both aching for contact.

steve pulled you even tighter against him and captured your mouth in a deep intense kiss. 

his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers threaded into your damp hair as he held you in place, kissing you harder. 

his tongue slid against yours with hunger, dominating the kiss completely.

you moaned softly into his mouth and started rocking your hips, grinding slowly but firmly against the hard bulge in his jeans. the friction made you both breathless. 

steve groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pushed his hips up to meet every roll of yours.

he kissed you like he was starving, focusing especially on your upper lip; sucking it into his mouth, licking it, biting it gently before soothing it with his tongue. 

he kept returning to it over and over, obsessed. 

he was pressed so close his nose kept brushing against your cheek and almost poking the corner of your eye with every tilt of his head, but neither of you cared enough to pull away.

“fuck, baby…” he panted between kisses with a rough voice. “you feel so good grinding on me like that.”

you answered by rolling your hips harder, dragging your covered pussy along his clothed cock in slow deliberate movements. 

steve’s grip on your neck tightened as he kissed you even deeper, sucking on your upper lip again while his other hand squeezed your ass under the towel, guiding your movements.

the dry humping became more urgent. 

the towel had ridden up completely around your waist, and only his jeans separated you now. 

every time you rocked forward, his hard length rubbed perfectly against your clit, making you whimper into his mouth.

steve’s nose pressed against the side of your eye again as he angled his head to kiss you even more desperately.

tongue sliding deep.

lips locked on your upper lip like he couldn’t get enough of it.

without warning, steve gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back on the bed. 

you gasped as he moved over you, settling his body between your spread legs. the towel had completely fallen open, barely covering anything anymore.

steve leaned down and kissed you hard again, then moved to your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin as he pressed his hard cock against your bare pussy through his jeans.

“fuck, you smell so good,” he groaned against your neck, inhaling deeply. “fresh out of the shower… all warm and soft. i could eat you up right now.”

you whimpered, arching your back and rolling your hips up against him. 

“steve… please…”

he lifted his head, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. 

“please what, baby? use your words. tell me what you want.”

“touch me… please. i need you or your fingers.” your cheeks burned, but the ache between your legs won. 

steve smirked, clearly pleased. 

“that’s my good girl.” he brought two fingers to your lips. “first, suck.”

you obediently opened your mouth and took his fingers in, sucking them slowly while looking up at him. you swirled your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet.

steve groaned at the sight, his cock twitching against you.

“fuck, look at you…” he muttered, voice thick. “sucking my fingers like you would my cock. so fucking pretty.”

after a few seconds he pulled them out with a wet pop and immediately slid them down between your legs. 

he rubbed your soaked pussy slowly, teasing your clit before pushing two thick fingers inside you.

you moaned loudly, back arching off the bed.

“shit, you’re so wet already,” steve breathed, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. “this pussy is dripping for me. you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

“yes…” you gasped, hips moving to meet his fingers. “steve… faster, please.”

he leaned down to kiss you again, sucking on your upper lip while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

“greedy girl,” he whispered hotly against your mouth. “you want more? want me to make you cum before i fuck you?”

you could only moan in response, nodding desperately as his fingers pumped faster, curling and rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you. 

steve kept kissing you deeply, occasionally breaking away to suck and bite your upper lip while his thumb circled your swollen clit.

“that’s it, baby,” he growled against your lips. “fuck my fingers like a good little slut. you’re so fucking wet… i can hear how much this pussy needs me.”

your hips bucked wildly against his hand. 

the pleasure built fast and intense until it finally crashed over you. 

you came hard around his fingers, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name. 

steve didn’t stop, working you through your orgasm with slow, deep strokes until you were trembling and breathless.

he finally pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while staring down at you with dark eyes.

“delicious,” he murmured.

steve then tugged the towel completely off your body, tossing it aside. 

he started kissing down your neck, your collarbones, sucking on your tits and swirling his tongue around your nipples before continuing lower. 

he kissed and licked down your stomach, taking his time, until he settled between your legs. he looked up at you, eyes locked with yours as he spread your thighs wider. 

without warning, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked pussy.

you arched sharply, a loud moan escaping your lips. steve groaned against you. 

“fuck, you taste even better than i remembered.” he buried his face deeper, nose pressing against your clit as he licked and sucked eagerly. 

his nose kept brushing and nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves every time he moved, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

“look at me,” he demanded, glancing up at you while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit. “i want to see your face while i eat this pretty pussy.”

you could barely keep your eyes open, but you tried, one hand gripping his hair tightly as he devoured you. 

steve sucked your clit into his mouth, humming in satisfaction, then pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose continued rubbing against your clit.

“you’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned between licks. “such a needy little thing… cum on my tongue, baby. i want to feel you falling apart again.”

the combination of his tongue inside you and his nose pressing rhythmically against your swollen clit quickly pushed you over the edge. your legs shook violently around his head as you came with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around him. 

steve kept licking you through it, savoring every drop until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess.

when he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny.. 

you were still catching your breath when you pushed yourself up, moving onto your knees in front of him on the bed. 

your hands reached eagerly for his belt, fingers working quickly to undo it.

steve watched you with dark, hungry eyes, but just as you started to pull the belt open, he grabbed your wrists gently but firmly, stopping you.

“not yet,” he murmured.

he cupped your face with both hands, tilting your head up. 

then he leaned down and kissed you deeply, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue. the kiss was slow, filthy, and possessive. 

you moaned into his mouth as you tasted your own wetness on his lips and tongue.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“go ahead, baby,” he whispered, voice rough. “now you can take it out.” he released your wrists, letting you continue. 

your hands immediately returned to his belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers before working on the button and zipper of his jeans.

steve groaned deeply, hips twitching forward into your touch. 

“fuck… baby, please,” he rasped. “don’t tease me. i’ve been hard for you since i climbed through that window.”

you smiled up at him, continuing to stroke him slowly over the fabric, feeling him throb under your hand. 

steve let out a low desperate sound, his head falling back slightly.

“shit… your hand feels so good. please, just touch it already.”

encouraged by his begging, you finally slipped your hand inside his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his hard cock. 

he was hot, heavy, and hard. 

you stroked him a few times, your thumb brushing over the leaking tip.

steve moaned, louder this time. 

“that’s it… just like that. fuck, your hand….”

you didn’t wait any longer. 

you pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. without hesitation, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, sucking on the head before sliding down as far as you could.

“fuuuck—” steve groaned, his hand immediately going to the back of your head. “just like that, baby. good girl… sucking my cock so well.”

he gathered your damp hair into a makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around his fist.

you bobbed your head, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around him as you sucked. 

steve’s grip on your hair tightened, guiding your movements as he gently fucked your mouth.

“look at me,” he breathed, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “i love watching you with my dick in your mouth.”

his other hand caressed your cheek as you worked him, occasionally pushing a little deeper, making you gag softly around him. 

steve’s groans grew louder, his hips moving in shallow thrusts as he held your hair firmly in his fist.

you took him deeper, sucking harder, your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

steve’s breathing became ragged, his grip on your hair tightening.

“fuck— baby, i’m close,” he warned, voice strained. “gonna cum in that pretty mouth if you keep going like that…” you didn’t pull away. 

instead, you moaned around him and sucked harder, looking up at him with watery eyes. 

that was all it took. steve let out a deep, guttural groan as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into your mouth. 

“swallow it,” he growled, still holding your hair. “all of it, baby. good girl…”

you swallowed every drop, looking up at him as you did. 

steve watched you with pure lust in his eyes, breathing heavily. he pulled you up and kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue, before gently pushing you onto your back.

he settled between your spread legs, his still-hard cock resting heavy against your soaked pussy. 

he was very big —thick and long— and he knew it.

steve looked down at you, his eyes dark. 

“gonna go slow, okay baby? i don’t want to hurt you.”

he laced his fingers with yours, pinning your hand beside your head, and squeezed gently. then he slowly started pushing inside you.

you gasped as the thick head stretched you open. steve groaned deeply, forehead pressed against yours.

“fuck… so tight,” he breathed, his rough with pleasure voice. “look at you taking my cock so well. such a good girl for me.”

he pushed in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the entire time. 

“that’s it… breathe for me, baby. you’re doing so fucking good. taking every inch like you were made for it.”

you whimpered as he kept sinking deeper, stretching you wide. steve kept whispering praises.

“so fucking pretty when you’re full of me… you feel that? feel how deep i am?” when he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside you, he stayed still, letting you adjust. 

he squeezed your hand tighter, fingers still perfectly interlaced with yours.

“you okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly, kissing your lips. “you’re so tight around me… gripping my cock so perfectly. i could stay like this forever.”

he started moving then; slow, deep thrusts, rolling his hips carefully as he kissed you again.

“such a good fucking girl,” he praised between thrusts. “taking all of me so well… i’m so proud of you, baby.”

steve kept your fingers tightly interlaced, squeezing your hand as he fucked you. 

at first his thrusts were slow and deep, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. the wet sound of him sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the room.

“fuck, Steve…” you moaned, squeezing his hand back. “it feels so big… right there…”

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “right there? you like it when i fuck you deep like this?”

he gradually picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. the bed started creaking beneath you. 

steve’s grip on your hand tightened as he drove into you with more intensity.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he panted, voice rough. “this pussy was made for my cock. look at you taking every inch like a good little slut.”

without warning, steve pulled out of you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. 

he grabbed your thighs and easily lifted you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you across the room and pressed you against the desk.

the wood creaked under the impact as he pinned you there. steve lined himself up and pushed back inside you in one slow, deep thrust, groaning loudly at how tight you felt.

“fuck… yes,” he growled against your neck.

he started fucking you against the dresser with slow, intense strokes. 

every thrust was powerful and deliberate, his hips rolling deeply into you. the dresser shook with each thrust, the mirror rattling softly behind you.

he started fucking you against the dresser with slow, intense strokes. 

every thrust was powerful and deliberate, his hips rolling deeply into you. the table shook with each thrust.

steve kept one hand under your thigh for support while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks. 

he buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting as he fucked you passionately.

“you feel so fucking good like this,” he groaned, voice low and rough. “pressed against the desk… taking my cock so deep. such a perfect little fucktoy for me.”

you moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“steve… oh god, it’s so deep.”

he growled in response and picked up the rhythm slightly, still keeping each thrust slow and intense, making sure you felt every single inch. 

the angle was perfect, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside you with every roll of his hips.

“look at me, baby,” he demanded, forehead pressed against yours. “i want to see your face while i fuck you like this.”

you kept your eyes on his, moaning with every deep, powerful thrust. 

steve fucked you harder against the dresser, his hips snapping forward as he chased his pleasure. 

his grip on your thigh was almost bruising, the other hand still holding yours tightly.

“fuck, i’m so close,” he groaned, voice strained. “you’re gonna make me cum so hard, baby…”

you were both right on the edge when the bedroom door suddenly swung open.

nancy stood there, eyes wide with shock.

for a second, everything froze.

steve was buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around his waist, both of you completely naked and sweaty. 

nancy’s mouth fell open.

“what the...?!” she gasped, her face turning bright red. “oh my god!” she immediately turned around and slammed the door shut behind her, but not before muttering a stunned “what the fuck…”

steve groaned in frustration, forehead dropping to your shoulder. 

“shit…”

you were both breathing hard, hearts racing. 

he slowly pulled out of you, setting you down on shaky legs. 

your knees nearly gave out, but he caught you, holding you against his chest for a moment.

“we have to get dressed,” you whispered urgently, still flushed and trembling. “they’re probably all waiting for us.”

steve nodded, kissing you quickly on the forehead. “yeah… fuck. bad timing.’’

you both rushed to get dressed.

you throwing on whatever clothes you could find, steve pulling up his jeans and fixing his shirt. 

the air was thick with frustration and leftover arousal.

once you were both decent, you took a deep breath and opened the door. 

steve followed right behind you.

the moment you stepped into the hallway, the atmosphere shifted. 

nancy was standing a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

her face was still flushed with embarrassment, but now it was mixed with clear annoyance and discomfort.

she looked at both of you, her jaw tight.

“everyone’s waiting in the living room,” she said, her voice colder than usual. “we’ve been ready for twenty minutes.”

her eyes flicked between you and steve, lingering a second longer on him. 

steve cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. 

“yeah, sorry about that. we… got distracted.”

nancy let out a sharp humorless laugh. 

“distracted. right.” she looked at you again, her expression unreadable. “you might want to fix your hair before we go. it’s a mess.”

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

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hi! I really like your writing style and I wanted to request a fic set in season 5 where reader joins Nancy and Robin at the library and Nancy is just jealous of reader for being so close with her ex Steve and assumes their dating but reader denies it. Nancy believes her until she walks in on Steve bending reader over in her bedroom.

hiii just posted this here :3 hope u like it.

i promise im doing all the requests im just so slow sooo sorry

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ps. i love all ur writing so much you’re amazing

hii i’m gonna cry :( tysm sweetie <3 i try my best always 4 yall

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