#missing my man

[halfwayriight]

[pervertedreams]

tw: foot kink, afab reader, slightly older steve, im a writer that hasn’t written in over a year

not fully proof read. minors dni

will y’all get mad at me if i say steve is into feet.. like actually walk with me rq.

i imagine him laid up on the couch opposite of you, the two of you agreeing to past time and entertain yourself with a movie. truthfully it’s gotten to the point where it’s less about the movie and more about being in each others suffocating company, but it’s in the most delicious way possible. you’re not 100% sure when the shift happened, or when the air got thicker, but you do know your foot has accidentally grazed steve’s inner thigh more than once. over the course of a few minutes a hard bulge has grown beneath your foot, and now you’ve got the sole of your heel pressing against the fabric that pathetically stretches over his shaft.

not only is it hot because he’s just so attracted to you it’s nearly embarrassing, but the tabboo of it all makes his brain fuzzy. on a surface level he knows its “gross” or “wrong”, but deep down that’s what’s turning him on, what’s exciting him. in his defense its harmless, but knowing the current activity is frowned upon and he’s indulging anyway could make him cum right now. but that’d be no fun!

initially he had the instinct to ignore his fantasy, his urges, submitting to the fact that he’d have to admit to himself he was into it, but also trying to read wether or not YOU were into it. to be fair its YOUR heel thats continuously brushing and pushing against him. thankfully he’s able to read you quite well, mouth parted, bottom lip and eyes heavy with lust; you couldn’t be more obvious and it’s relieving for him to know you both have a new shared interest. you softly grind your foot into his bulge further, testing to see if he’d rut his hips toward you, and without missing a beat he surely does.

the look on your face as you focus on pleasuring him, but (not so) sneakily pleasuring yourself with the squeeze of your thighs, clit already pleading for some kind of stimulation.

steve’s is trying hard to restrain himself, keeping his hands off you and letting you fully have control over his experience. nubby finger nails digging into the rough fabric of his couch, finger tips flushed red. his sweats are hitting this particular vain beneath his cock each time your foot pulses upward and he wants to cry out so bad. he’s not sure why he’s holding back his moans, he’s so focused on watching you; watching how you press deeper depending on his response. he can tell you want him a broken mess, and god is he trying hard not to ruin this experience by cumming too fast. he can already feel that familiar heat blooming through his abdomen, and the task of concealing his whining is getting more difficult by the second. as far as you’re concerned, you are having a blast watching him resist the delicious urge to cum.

teasingly you briefly lift your foot from the pre-cum soiled spot you’ve been occupying and you could’ve sworn you saw tears welling up. the way he looks fucked out, you would’ve thought the two of you have been at it all night. his eyes are glossy and slightly unfocused, hair disheveled, his lips look swollen and wet, cheeks flushed a deep red, he nearly looks like he’s panting. the sight makes your pussy clench and mouth salivate.

“wha-“ his voice sounds weak and strained, as if he hasn’t spoken in days. before he gets the chance for form a coherent sentence, you’re right back were you started, foot flesh against his hard on.

he’s careless at this point, he doesn’t care if he looks ridiculous. he’s wrapping his large hand around your bare foot keeping it still in its place so he can fuck himself against it. his moans are choked up and loud, at least louder than a few moments ago. the friction of his sweats against his tip almost makes him twitch, his brows are nearly one the way they’re knitted together. his head is lightly bobbing, eyes rolled back to his skull and lips slick with spit he’s bucking against you so hard. he’s so pitiful chasing his high you almost wanna laugh.

he tries muttering what you think is him telling you that he’s close, but his barely formed sentence breaks off into a moan. before he knows it, white spots flash behind his lids, the bloom in his abdomen finally snapping, his head is lulled back, neck is red, mouth is hung, toes are curled, each thrust slower and harder than the last as he cums. a broken grunt and a shudder is his last sign of his orgasm when he finally releases his grip on you.

steve’s spent.

[faiology]

the five pics that sent me into psychosis forever, rest in heaven angel face. i pray you finally know peace! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[yrluvr22]

wrote smth for his bday and then he posted these pics i went insane i fear...

"i miss you." jaehyun says softly through the speaker.

"i miss you." you respond.

typically his birthday would've been celebrated with you and few of his friends. but here you were, a phone pressed up to your ear, a smile small plastered across your face. while jaehyun lay in a slightly comfortable bed, staring at the ceiling.

birthday's should be well celebrated, but trust, next year would be better than ever.

the space in your bed seemed to be larger than normal. the sheets going on for what seemed like miles. you truly longed for him. though it had only been 4 months since you two were ripped from one another's arms, it felt like 4 years.

"happy birthday, baby."

a small laugh was heard from him, something you missed dearly. "thank you, for the tenth time."

"i can't wait till you get a chance for vacation."

"me too...i miss your face," jaehyun says, sighing dramatically loud. "i miss everything about you.."

the both of you share a small laugh, the slight awkwardness making it oddly comforting. jaehyun continued to talk about everything and nothing at the same time, but you let him.

7 was rolling around soon. meaning only an hour remained before jaehyun would have to turn in his phone for the night.

"damn. i could listen to your voice forever." you compliment. the way he talked so softly to you, and low—not to mention how many people were asleep.

"i need you in my life for eternity," jaehyun battled. you could just imagine him grinning at his words.

"can't believe i haven't fucked that pretty pussy in four months." he whined, barely above a whisper.

"what did you say?" a curious tone to your voice. deep down you knew what he said, but for him to repeat it wouldn't be too bad.

"you heard me." he said lowly.

silence filled the call, only your breaths along with his alternating one another. his slowly became more labored as you took notice. a low wet sound emitted from his side and a wide smile plastered across your face.

"keep going," you suddenly say.

"hm?"

"it's okay, birthday boy. i won't judge you for missing me." you purr, a small tease in your voice.

"fuck, y/n i miss you so bad, i can't...help myself." jaehyun whined, the sounds he couldn't contain growing louder. heat pooled between your thighs due to this.

this would be the first time you would have had come, on a phone call. despite that, your free hand slid down your leggings, running your finger between your folds. your stomach tightened, closing your eyes, using his sounds to let yourself free.

slowly, you inserted two fingers into your warm core, whining at the sensation. damp panties against the back of your hand, eyes tightly shut as you fasten your pace with no rhythm.

"jae.." a desperate cry comes out. the noises he made so dulcet to your ears. his low voice in your ear—like he was practically right next to you.

"so close, are you?" jaehyun increases his speed, unable to form words anymore, just small grunts pouring out.

you mutter a small response.

you moan, lowly, continuing to fuck yourself with your fingers. knowing it could never compare to how he could have you. you throw your head back in frustration, moans growing to high pitched whines, climaxing hard against your fingers.

jaehyun was soon to come after, the sounds of you reeling him to the edge. he could not wait for the second he was able to have himself inside you again.

"god i wish i could have you."

"next year."

"i'll be waiting."

[captainfern]

where the dunk fics at

[besideyouz]

need him this close to me

[darlin-collins]

sigh....wouldn't it be so nice if for my last day of school,erik dropped a Sam audio next Sunday?

[messymindpalace]

i need to go to an ER, specifically one on Pittsburgh called The Pitt.

i have a Dr. Abott deficiency and i need to see him quick or else i might die