hi!! can you pretty please do walking in on steve (as a best friend) masturbating?
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Walking in on your best friend Steve masturbating
⤷ warnings: masturbation, smut, tit fucking, oral (f and m receiving) fingering, ˎˊ˗
You had to have been torturing Steve when you showed up to his house wearing that dress. He couldn’t even call it a dress, it was a tight small piece of fabric made to make men lose their minds.
You’d chosen the dainty dress to battle the summer heat. Thin spaghetti straps rested on your shoulders, while lace trimmed the neckline that swept across the swell of your breasts. The fabric hugged your curves in all the right places before ending above your thighs, scattered with tiny cherry prints.
Steve thought you looked just like a sweet juicy cherry, waiting to be eaten.
The heat had already clouded his thoughts, and watching you prance around his house like his own little housewife made the haziness ten times worse. He respected your friendship, always keeping his hands to himself and respecting your boundaries, but goddamn were you the sexiest women he knew.
“I’m gonna run to the store real quick, alright Stevie?” You called out, standing beside the door. “Maybe see if I can find some fresh fruit to cool us down.”
He couldn’t even think anymore, his body was burning with heat that wasn’t from the weather, and his aching boner was getting progressively harder to hide. “Mhm, you do that.” He replied half-heartedly, already rushing into his bedroom.
As soon as he heard the front door shut, Steve let out a groan, lying down on his bed. He quickly shuffled his jeans down, the relief was immediate, his cock bouncing up against his stomach.
He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. It’s wrong, you’re his best friend. But only this time, and he’d forget it even happened…
Spitting into his hand, Steve gripped the base of his cock, slowly mixing his saliva with the pre cum and twisting. His hips bucked for more, he knew his touch alone wouldn’t be enough.
Closing his brown eyes, he allowed his thoughts to drift back to you, your breasts that looked seconds away from bursting out of their tight confinement, what he’d give to massage them with his own hands, sucking on them until they hardened.
Your hips that swayed each time you took a step, teasing him dangerously. And your thighs—Steve appreciated your whole body but there was something about your thighs that did it for him. They hadn’t been covered at all, naked to his vision that left him wondering how they’d feel crushing his head while he ate your sopping pussy.
Your ass had looked so plump, whenever you bent down, Steve prayed that the lord would have mercy on him to not grope the fat and take you right then.
He started breathing heavier with every pump of his hand. Moaning out your name desperately, he imagined it was your hand jerking him off, guiding him to release. “Oh—fuck,” he yelled throatily. “Don’t stop, feels so good, baby. I’m—I’m so close, just like that, shit.”
Steve hadn’t been able to pleasure himself this good in a long time, even sex with other girls couldn’t fulfill the desire inside of him. But now, he was trying to stop himself from cumming too early, wanting to prolong his release as long as possible.
You shut the door behind you, panting as you carried a grocery bag inside. You paused in your tracks, realizing the house was much more emptier than when you had left it. Steve wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore, and when you looked around, you found no sign of him.
Frowning to yourself, you walked down the hall slowly, and that’s when you heard it. Something which sounded too close to a moan, then a few breaths, and a grunt of your name.
For a moment, you feared he was hurt, unable to come towards you. In Steve’s haste, he hadn’t properly shut the door, and right when his jaw slackened, on the edge of an orgasm, the door swung open, revealing you standing there with wide eyes.
“Fuck!” He shouted, quickly shooting up to face you in his state.
You stayed there, eyes moving from his face to his cock, lingering longer than you should have. His cock was a dream, much longer than any guy you’d been with, veins running up the sides towards his mushroom red tip, slick with pearly liquids.
Then you observed his hand that had been wrapped around it moments before, the sight would be forever engraved into your mind. His head was thrown back and a focused expression drawn on his face, you suddenly remembered the moan of your name. Had he been jerking off to you?
“I didn’t know you to be back so soon—” Steve rushed to explain himself, but when he caught your thighs clenching the slightest bit, something darkened in his gaze.
“I-I’m sorry,” your voice cracked, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Reality hit you all at once, kicking in your fight or flight response. You quickly turned around, just as you reached for the doorknob, a voice cut through the atmosphere.
“Wait!” Steve swallowed thickly, he hadn’t finished yet and who knew how awkward things would be between you after this. The only solution left was to make the most out of the situation, and he dared you to look him in the eyes as say you hadn’t been as equally turned on by his actions.
You slowly turned back around, fighting to not follow the trail of hair downwards. “What?” You exhaled shakily.
“Could you—help me?” Steve slowly asked. “You know, as friends.”
You were so taken aback by his question your mouth opened and no words left you. “Just c’mere.” He gestured, and wordlessly you followed, something in you giving in to him that hadn’t been there before.
Steve’s eyes drank you in, your figure up close was even better, and now there was a thin sheet of sweat glistening on your skin, making him lick his lips. “You don’t even know you’d good you look.” He husked lowly. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me either.”
You still hadn’t mumbled a single word, only standing between his legs like a rag doll. Then the thoughts began connecting, your dress, him masturbating, was that all it took for him to want you like this?
You decided to ruffle his feathers some more. “Did I…make you horny, Stevie?” You whispered, leaning a bit closer.
Steve let out an audible grunt, then reattached his hand to his still hard cock. “Ya see this?” He gave it a rough tug, you couldn’t help but bite down onto your lip. “All ‘cause of you, sweet thing.”
You reached out to touch his shoulder, sliding your thumb over the mole littered skin. “Can I make you feel better?” It hadn’t even occurred to you that the only thing between you was friendship, helping out a friend in a time of need was the right thing to do.
“Think you can do that for me, baby?” He looked up at you through hooded lids. “Get on your knees, pretty girl.”
You sank down onto your bare knees, angling your head to keep your eyes locked onto his. At first, Steve didn’t even need you to touch him yet, you in front of him like this was all it took.
He started pumping himself again, just watching you and admiring you in a rare position. “So so pretty for me. You hear that, baby? Only you could make me this desperate.” His voice deepened by the minute, getting himself worked up.
Steve cupped your jaw in one hand, rubbing the skin like you were something precious. He swiped his thumb over your lips before moving downwards, gliding over your collarbone and finally your tits,
“Mmm, fucking hell.” You gasped as he palmed the left one, squeezing it tightly. “These tits are gonna be the death of me.” He said, all while continuing to fist his cock, you started squirming where you were kneeling, his touch was just as teasing, and you wanted nothing more than to replace his hand with yours.
“Can I fuck your tits, sweetheart? Get them all dirty with my cock?” Steve asked, and you almost moaned at the thought. Slick was starting to soak through your panties, and you wanted to feel his cock on any part of you.
“Yes, please, Stevie. Fuck my tits, need you to.” You panted, already rushing to pull the straps of your dress down, letting your breasts spill out.
Steve leaned forwards, bending down to swirl his tongue all over them, getting them wet enough. You arched into him, gripping his hair as he licked the valley between them.
He finally pulled back. “Push them real close for me.” Steve instructed, watching while you pushed your tits together, making a perfect gap for him to slide through.
Steve thrusted into your chest, immediately groaning at the softness that surrounded him. “Fuuuuck, feels even better than I imagined.” He started off slow, just appreciating how hot your tits looked bouncing up and and down.
When his tip peaked through the other side, you lowered your chin and kitten licked at his slit. Steve reacted by thrusting harder, gripping the shears underneath. “Do that—do that again.” He demanded. “Mhm, just like that.”
You could practically feel how close he was getting from the endless twitching of his cock every time your lips wrapped around his head. You needed to taste more of him, abandoning your tits, you kept around him on the next thrust, fully bringing his cock into your mouth.
“God—” Steve didn’t pull away, if your tits felt good, your mouth was heaven. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him off as deeply as you could, feeling him all the way in the back of your throat.
You slightly gagged, but refused to pull off. “Just let me—yeahh, let me use that mouth.” Steve held you in place with a hand tangled in the back of your head, burying your nose into the small patch of hair above his cock while he rammed into your throat.
You felt tears gather in your eyes, and when he finally felt his high approaching again, he quickly pulled out of your mouth, holding his cock to paint your tits white.
You watched Steve shoot ropes of his hot cum onto your body while trying to catch your breath. He let out a loud moan, forcing his eyes open to whole time. He dragged two fingers through the mess he made, laughing to himself as he wiped his cum across your nipples, noticing when you shivered at the action. Then Steve brought the same fingers to your lips, tapping once before you wrapped your lips around them, sucking gently.
“Swallow my cum, good girl.” He praised you, then bent back towards you again, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
Steve could see how needy you were, and he couldn’t wait to see if you were as sweet as you looked.
“Aw, is your poor pussy crying for me, baby?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
You only nodded slowly, the ache in your lower stomach was becoming unbearable, you were seconds away from pushing your panties to the side and making yourself cum right in front of him.
Steve patted his knee. “Well then make yourself at home, sweetheart.” But when you stood up shakily, about to sit down on him, Steve grabbed your hips, and forced you the other way around, making your face collide with the sheets while your ass was on display over his knee.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” Steve sighed, able to see the wet patch of your panties like this. You whimpered, shimming your hips around.
Steve understood, moving your panties to reveal your puffy lips, and swollen clit. He coo’ed at how neglected your pussy was, spreading two fingers through your folds in a v-shape.
“I’ll make it all better, don’t worry, bub.” He gave a firm pat to your ass, then without warning, shoved both fingers inside of you.
You cried out, mewling against the mattress. But Steve didn’t take pity on you, just like when you hadn’t taken pity on him while wearing that slutty dress. He instantly set a quick pace, scissoring you from the inside and curling his fingertips against your clenching walls.
“Mmf—Stevie—urg! I—can’t—ahh,” you couldn’t speak coherent words, just prayed that he knew not to slow down, that you were already close.
“What was that, baby? Can’t hear you from how wet your pussy is.” Steve mocked, listening to the squelches that echoed through the room, and watching your arousal coat all the way down to his wrists.
Steve kept his fingers thrusting inside of you, and ducked down to suck on your clit, making the pleasure increase tenfold. You gasped at the sensation, trying to grind backwards but only being met with another smack to your ass.
“Stay fucking still.” Steve warned, pulling your clit into his mouth with added vigor, teeth lightly caging around it.
“Ohh—fuck!” You willed yourself to lay there and take it, focusing on his mouth while he fucked you with his fingers.
“Can feel how close you’re getting, uh-huh, just cum all over my face, baby. Thats all I’ve wanted you to do all day.” Steve added in a third finger, and that’s all it took before you were clenching hard around his fingers, and squeezing your eyes shut.
He rode you through your high, rubbing your clit with soft circles. You jumped at the overstimulation, crawling away from him. “C-Can’t take it anymore, Stevie.”
Steve pulled away with a grin, wiping the bottom half of his face. Your dress was all messed up, and he was already thinking of others ways you could help him out, starting with putting his cock into your pussy.
