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“I don’t even know," you reply, picking up a nearby cloth and dragging it across the counter in an attempt to keep your hands busy. "The passage of time down slows here. Like, a black hole."

There’s literally nothing left to do. All the returns have been shelved, the store is tidy and organized, but actually, you haven't cleaned under the register...

You’re shoving at the hunk of metal, attempting to push your rag underneath it when something catches your eye.

There, at the edge of the counter, sits the complimentary candy jar.

You and Steve have been steadily cleaning the thing out during shifts like these all summer. (And then guiltily re-filling it so you'd have something to give the kids who come in every now and then.) However, since you hadn't had a chance to buy more after your recent attack on the thing, you thought it was empty.

But there, at the very bottom, sits one lonely lollipop.

You risk a glance back at Steve, but his eyes are already pinned to the candy. You look at each other, then the jar, then each other again. 

And you both lunge in unison. 

His shoulder bumps yours, but your elbow digs into his ribs, forcing a grunt from him. His fingers are longer, so he reaches it first, but you pin his wrist against the cool glass with your own and pry it out of his hand. 

“Goddamn it,” he mutters when your fingers close around the candy. “It’s a mystery flavor one, too!”

You grin triumphantly and pull out your prize. “Nice try. Sucker.”

“You’re not funny.” He settles back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning as you unwrap the lollipop. “Technically, I touched it first.”

“Well, technically...that doesn’t matter.” You brandish the stick, then pop the candy in your mouth. “ ‘Cause look whose mouth it’s in.” 

And he does. Look at your mouth, that is. You try to ignore the swoop in your stomach as the afternoon light catches in his mussed hair, making it look as soft as warm caramel.

“You know,” he says slowly, “we could call it even and just…share.”

You snort. “Share? You can’t share a lollipop, are you insane?”

“Why not? 

“It's juss—” You take the sucker out of your mouth to speak clearly. “Like…purposely swapping spit?”

He shrugs. “What’s wrong with swapping spit? You drink out of my water bottle all the time.” Steve’s eyes flick to yours. “It’s not any different than making out.”

Oh. 

How can he just…say shit like that?

As if kissing your coworker is a perfectly normal thought to have. Of course, it is a frequent thought for you. Okay, more like an all-consuming one, but—whatever. 

“At least tell me what flavor it is," he begs, taking a step towards you.

You hum, squinting up at him and twirling the candy in your mouth teasingly. “Kind of like strawberry, but less sour? Too tart for watermelon. I don't know, but it’s soooo good.”

His gaze drops to your lips. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“What? Flaunting my win?” you say, voice full of false innocence. “I would never!”

He huffs a laugh, then his hand finds the counter behind you with a smack. Your vision fills with broad chest, and he presses you back against the ledge, so close that you have to tip your head up to look at him. 

“Careful,” he says. “I might have to revoke your water bottle privileges.”

You roll your eyes, then pull the lollipop out again. “Fine, Harrington. You want a taste that bad?”

His eyes drop to your lips. “So bad.”

You hold the candy up between you, but when he reaches for it, you snatch it back at the last second. 

He swallows hard as you slip it back into your mouth, twirling your tongue around the hard sugar and blinking up at him from under your lashes. 

When it clicks against your teeth, his eyes darken.

Suddenly, Steve grabs the sucker’s stick and pulls it from your mouth, and you’re not really sure who moves first, but a second later…his lips are on yours. 

Your breath hitches as his tongue presses against the seam of your lips, then dips inside, tasting the sweetness there, and—God, it’s everything you dreamed of.

Steve groans softly, his exhale hot against your cheek as his fingers spread over your lower back to pull you closer, making your vest whisper against his. Your hands fly to his shirt, gripping the fabric for support as the carpet beneath your feet seems to tilt. 

You could kiss him like this forever, actually. It’s syrupy sweet, the sugar on your tongue melting with the taste of him and creating this intoxicating, addictive—

Just then, the bell over the door chimes. 

You break apart instantly, chests heaving. Steve chuckles as your hands fly to your flaming cheeks, and you whip around, putting on your best customer service face for whoever just walked in.

The sucker lies forgotten on the countertop. Something for you to clean up later.

 “Oh, and by the way,” he whispers over your shoulder before turning back to the register. “it’s cherry.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who finally snaps completely one night when he hears you moan his name while you’re touching yourself. He doesn’t knock just pushes your door open, steps inside, and climbs onto your bed, caging you in with his body. “Say it again,” he demands, voice low and rough, grinding his hard cock against your soaked panties. “Louder this time. Want to hear my little sister moaning my name while I’m right here.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who finally crosses the line and fucks you that same night, slow and deep at first, savoring every whimper, then harder when you start begging. He keeps one hand over your mouth, whispering against your ear, “Shh, can’t let mom and dad hear how much their precious girl loves her stepbrother’s cock, can we?”

·✶· stepbro!steve who gets possessive as hell afterward. The next morning he’s back to protective big brother mode in front of your parents, but the second they leave the room he’s pulling you onto his lap at the kitchen table, hand slipping between your thighs. “No more hiding. You’re mine now. Got it, sweetheart?”

·✶· stepbro!steve who starts sneaking into your room almost every night, sometimes still hard from jerking off in the shower while moaning your name on purpose. He’ll pin your wrists above your head and tease you for hours: fingers, tongue, grinding against you until you’re a shaking mess. “Look at you. All those times you called me disgusting… and now you’re creaming on my fingers like a needy little slut for your stepbro.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who gets jealous again when he sees you texting someone. He deletes the guy’s number from your phone while you’re in the shower, then joins you, pressing you against the tiles. “You don’t need anyone else. I’m right here. And I fuck better than any of those idiots ever could. Want me to prove it again?”

·✶· stepbro!steve who starts calling you “baby” and “my girl” when he’s buried inside you, voice all husky and wrecked. “That’s it, baby… take your big brother’s cock. Fuck— you were made for this.”

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AN - I just want everyone to know I miss Joe Keery more than life

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I have received a seperate double-date Jancy request asking specifically for Dom!Nancy and Sub!Jonathan fucking next to Reader so that’s also here. I let Nancy get touchy with Reader because she would most certainly want a taste of you, no matter what Steve had to say about it + obligatory Jonathan spit kink.

I write a lot. I just love these characters loving on you. Feel free to send in more stuff, please! Bien à toi ~ Nyra

divider credits to @pixopix - header photos from Pinterest.

There was something special about the way Nancy’s gaze was always glued to your body, studying every movement in a way that was unwavering, yet never truly unnerving. 

“Your eyes… you look like one of my Great Aunt Betty’s haunted dolls,” you teased, catching her stare. “Do you ever spook Jonathan?”

“Only late at night,” Nancy chuckled, continuing to adjust the strap on your bra. 

You simply nodded, allowing her to work.

To others, intimacy like this would be odd. In conservative Indiana, it was nearly blasphemous.

Still, you’d grown comfortable with the notion that ‘weird’ wasn’t always wrong, especially when ‘weird’ was happening in Hawkins on a daily.

Your closeness to Nancy was nothing new, only blossoming since you’d met each other back in 6th-grade gym class (when both of you refused to run the mile). Since then, you happily accepted Nancy’s need for proximity as an act of devotion - a love language.

After all, there was nothing as comforting as having Nancy ‘Knock ‘Em Down’ Wheeler always by your side. The best ‘Best Friends Forever’. 

“Done. Let me fix the other one,” Nancy offered, already moving to adjust the tightness on your other bra strap.

Tonight certainly felt no different than the many prior nights you’d spent gossiping in Nancy’s room as a child, except you two were no longer in middle school. Time rolls forward, delivering a plethora of gifts. With womanhood came responsibilities; jobs and boyfriends and bills and a keen sense of confidence in knowing what you wanted- and tonight, you wanted to fuck Steve. 

Nancy, of course, was more than happy to help with your endeavors. 

You turned around fully to face her, feeling rather exposed in Nancy’s childhood bedroom in such risqué attire. 

“I feel stupid,” you muttered shyly, your body adorned in cheap, black lingerie. “I had to drive all the way to that sex shop downtown for this, and I don’t even think it fits right.”

“Stop it, you’re fine.” Nancy shook her head. “And by fine, I mean you look really hot.” 

You responded with a soft huff of annoyance, still unsure. “Even my ass? Maybe I should’ve grabbed a medium instead of a small.”

“Turn to the side real quick,” Nancy demanded, sitting on her bed.

You did as told, allowing her large eyes to do what they had always done best - observe you. You looked at yourself over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of your profile in the vanity mirror. Nancy poked and prodded your lingerie into place. 

“At least it makes my boobs look nice?” you tried convincing yourself, impressed with the sudden cleavage the bra provided.

Even you could admit to a certain confidence that came with the way the black lace hugged your curves so tightly. Your soft skin was only exaggerated by the barely-there coverage of sheer fabric, leaving little to the imagination.

Nancy gave a soft ‘hmmm’, gently running her hand up the back of your silky thigh. You were surprised as her path made its way inward, her cool fingertips tracing up past your garter belt, unexpectedly ghosting over your center.

Your breath caught in your throat, unsure of what was happening. Nancy’s touch retreated, now firmly placing both hands on your hips. 

“Now face forward, please,” she spoke, using her hands to position your hips to turn you from your side to your back.

You complied, of course, hoping Nancy wouldn’t notice the slick spot on your panties that most certainly wasn’t there before.

Your new pose gave Nancy a proper view of your (almost) bare ass, albeit for the smallest thong string holding everything together. Her fingers were back at work, adjusting the waistband lace so it lay nice and flat against your skin. 

You were shocked at the sudden feeling of your thong being pulled back before immediately snapping against your skin with a sharp sting. 

“Ouch! Quit it, Nance! I don’t want any red marks for Steve,” you lectured, no hint of genuine upset in your tone. 

Nancy shrugged, standing up and facing you with an innocent expression.

“What? Just checking the quality! Even if it’s a bit trashy, you two have been together for almost a year. Steve would still want you even if you were wearing literal trash bags.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You knew Nancy was right. 

It had been nearly two months since you and Steve had the opportunity to be intimate. Your schedules had been so conflicted lately between your night shifts at Hawkins Memorial and his morning ones at the radio station.

The last time you and Steve had both planned a night off, Steve was knuckles-deep in your pussy, cramped in the backseat of his BMW, when he received the dreaded comm from Dustin to help ‘save the world’… again. 

But you were his world, and tonight you hoped the added lace details would ensure that.

“Thanks again for coming over. I know you and Steve don’t get that much time together, so it means a lot,” Nancy smiled.

You nodded, as if you truly had a choice if you’d be here tonight.

You and Steve had both been reluctantly roped into what Jonathan liked to call ‘Fun Film Friday’, which was really only fun for him. It usually involved meeting at the Byers or Wheeler house, watching a movie, then Jonathan asking a million questions about the cinematography or acting style that went way over all of your heads.

Still, she had promised you only one movie. ‘I promise we will be quick; just one movie. We haven’t had a double-date in weeks! You can wear your new lingerie over here, then devour Steve the moment credits roll. Just please come.’

She even pinky promised, and Nancy Wheeler always kept her promises. 

Your train of thought disappeared at the sudden assault of a loud knock on Nancy’s bedroom door. You immediately reached for the silk robe you’d brought along, throwing it on in an attempt to make yourself decent.

Nancy groaned. “FUCK OFF, MIKE! WE’RE BUSY!”

“It’s just us!” you heard Jonathan’s muffled voice through the door. 

Nancy made her way over, unlocking the door. “There you guys are! I thought I told you seven o’clock?.”

Jonathan walked in first, hands overflowing with chips and candy for tonight’s moive plans.

“Yeah, our bad,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on Nancy’s lips before giving a polite nod to you.

Right behind him came Steve, all bravado and charm, as always.

Steve beamed, rushing to you immediately.

“And there she is! My sweet, sexy, amazing, god damn angel-of-a-woman,” he chuckled loudly, pulling you tightly against his chest in a compressing hug. “God, baby. It’s only been a week. I was goin’ through withdraws, ya know?”

“I missed you more,” was all you could manage, speaking into his chest.

Steve’s comforting scent of Old Spice aftershave, mixed with his unique musk, immediately enveloped you, making you feel right at home. He placed big kisses against every inch of your face before capturing your lips in the most tender kiss.

Time always slowed in moments like these. Even if absent from your life momentarily, Steve always returned to you as if home from war - desperate, loving, and usually very horny.

Steve pulled back. “Now, would ya look at that? What do we have going on here, babygirl?” he smirked, shaking off his denim jacket.

“What? We’ve just been waiting for you two to come back with a movie.”

It was true, after all.

He snorted. “Yeah, but why is my girlfriend all wrapped up in a silky robe in Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom, huh?” 

Steve looked down, gently brushing a stray lock of hair out of your eyes, studying your face briefly for any hints.

“Do you like showing off your nice legs, or are you two just playin’ dress up, again?” Steve joked, letting out a laugh too short to properly fool you. He loved to fake nonchalance, but the not-so-subtle possessive undertones were always present in Steve’s voice when it came to you. 

You hate to admit it, you truly do, but damn it. Jealousy always looks so fucking good on Steve Harrington.  

Jonathan chimed in, locking the bedroom door.

“Erm, sorry we took so long. Stevie here wasn’t interested in any of my nice arthouse films back at my place.”

“Not my fault, Byers. We ended up making a quick stop at the store for some snacks, and I ended up buying something wayyyy better.” Steve started digging into his denim jacket pocket, fishing out a video cassette tape.

“Look what I found at Big Buy - Killer Klowns from Outer Space! It just came out on VHS, we’re all gonna hate it!”

You could hear Nancy groan loudly, followed by a ‘told you’ from under Jonathan’s breath. 

“Steve, honey? I’m hoping we could watch an actually good movie for once,” you chuckled.

You never truly knew whether Steve’s bad taste in movies was ironic, genuinely terrible, or if he was simply trying to be excused from any future Fun Film Friday double-date invites.

You were almost certain it was the latter. 

“Sure, sure. I gotcha,” Steve sighed. “But if you want to make a quick run to Family Video, we have to dress you in somethin’ a little more modest, Princess. As much as I’d hate to put more clothes on you, we don’t need Hopper arresting your cute ass for indecent exposure.”

“Actually,” Nancy interrupted, rolling over to the side of her bed to brush through a pile of junk on her nightstand. Eventually, she pulled out her own VCR tape. “I was thinking we could try watching this indie flick Robin recommended.” 

“Oh, c’mon. You’re gonna take Robin’s recommendations over mine?” Steve waved his movie dramatically. “Clowns… and they’re in space!”

Jonathan plucked the tape from Nancy’s hand, turning the box over. “ ‘Passions of the Undone - Young Victorian Princess Elizabeth Weatherby moonlights in the red-light district of Amsterdam in an effort to rekindle her repressed sexual spark. Follow along as Elizabeth navigates the dangers of falling in love with the nightlife, unleashing her taboo desires before entering her arranged betrothal. Can identity be found even in the darkest of places?’ ”

Steve frowned. “A romance? Nah- Boring. I still vote Killer Klowns.”

“This movie is NC-17,” Jonathan added, raising a knowing eyebrow at Steve. 

A slight pause followed as Steve immediately conceded, suddenly keen on the idea.

“Okay, so it’s basically porn. Now that I can get behind. What do you say, baby?”

“I’m always down for some ‘romance’,” you shrugged. 

Steve smirked proudly. “That’s my girl.”

He pushed a warm kiss to your temple before pulling you onto Nancy’s bed with him, getting in a comfortable position to endure the next 90-or-so minutes. He was now holding you close to his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you securely.

“Don’t think I’m going to let the robe thing slip, baby girl. Whatever the reason, I don’t like you showing off what’s mine,” he whispered into your ear, before retreating back against the pillow.

Jonathan made his way across the room, slipping the tape into Nancy’s tv set that sat snug in the corner, the static screen buzzing to life.

Nancy handed you some M&M’s that the boys had picked up for you both, knowing your affinity for sweets.

This double date couldn’t be too bad. One quick movie for Nancy, a few of Jonathan’s relentless questions, then you’d be whisked away into Steve’s Beamer to have him tear off your lingerie with his teeth, all before midnight.

You allowed yourself to relax, taking some of the M&M’s to munch on as the film finally began.

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You had always enjoyed foreign films.

Hell, you were the one to introduce Jonathan to international directors like Hayao Miyazaki and Jean-Luc Godard, often priding yourself on your open-mindedness - on being cultured.

Right now, not even thirty minutes into Passions of the Undone, and you were at the breaking point of nearly becoming undone yourself.

Robin’s tastes had always been eccentric, but this choice was simply odd.

The English captions were not aligned with the fast-paced Dutch dialogue, leaving you clueless about which character said what. Scenes were spliced together in a bizarre way that leaned more amateur than artistic. Every available inch of the screen was being utilized as a way to fill it with at least one naked woman; sometimes many, many more.

Maybe that was the real draw of the film all along.

You had no idea whether Steve had fallen asleep or was simply bored with reading the captions, having said not a word since the movie had started. He simply held you, resting peacefully against Nancy’s headboard.

“Honey? Are you awake?” you asked.

Steve gave you a soft squeeze, nuzzling into your neck. “Yep. Wide awake.”

“You’re really quiet. Is this movie turning you on, or turning you off?” you teased.

“Hmm. Honestly, I stopped paying attention a while ago. I’m watching somethin’ much more interesting.” Steve whispered.

His comment puzzled you. Steve must have been able to pick up on your confusion, gently nudging his shoulder to the left of the bed where the couple beside you had been cuddling.

Their gazes were fixed on the tv screen, but Jonathan and Nancy were most certainly not watching the movie.

Nancy was cuddled up beside Jonathan, head of bouncy curls resting innocently on his shoulder. Her hand, however, could be found in Jonathan’s jeans, which had surprisingly been unzipped.

Her hand was moving rhythmically inside of Jonathan’s pants, stroking her boyfriend's cock quietly through his underwear. They weren’t being too discreet, as you could clearly see the outline of Jonathan’s length attempting to break free of his black briefs.

You watched, almost transfixed, as Jonathan bit his lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. Nancy’s fingers disappeared further, now slipping into the front flap of his underwear to allow herself full access to him. The softest whimper could be heard escaping from deep within Jonathan. He closed his eyes in pleasure, tilting his hips towards Nancy for more.

“They’re really gettin’ at it over there, huh, babe? You think they get off to us watching them have fun?” Steve whispered against your neck.

“Shush!” You playfully elbowed him behind you.  

You couldn’t help the warmth that flooded your lower extremities as you witnessed your best friend and her boyfriend touching beside you. They really were in their own little world, Jonathan looking to Nancy for any sort of reaction while Nancy simply focused on the film.

Steve was right, this was way more interesting than Robin’s stupid Dutch movie.

Steve planted a few more kisses up your neck, making his way back to the spot that drove you crazy behind your ear.

“Oh, so you want to not focus on them, huh? Fine, let’s talk about you, baby. Like what the hell you’re hiding under that robe of yours, hmm? Have you been showing off your pretty little body to Nancy again?”

“Steve, knock it off!” you groaned, hoping he’d drop it. You didn’t drag your ass downtown and drop $50 on shitty lingerie just to have his surprise spoiled before you even got the chance to have your boyfriend all to yourself.

“What was that!?” Steve grabbed your jaw roughly, turning your face towards him. “You know Daddy doesn’t take attitude. Knock it off, or I’ll take care of your back-talk issue myself. Got it?” he growled.

You nodded sheepishly.

“Good girl…” he spoke lowly, eyes darkened. “Now, tell me why you’re half naked in Nancy’s home, all alone, just the two of you, or I’ll inspect your body myself. Want me to do that? Right here in front of our friends, huh? I bet they’d love that, actually.” Steve snorted, releasing his firm grip on your jaw.

God, you loathed when he became so possessive. What you hated more was that his jealousy did, in fact, turn you on immensely. 

His fingers simply slipped the robe off your shoulders without asking, causing the silk to fall to your waist instead. You were now left almost completely exposed, the lingerie doing little to hide your perky nipples poking through the lace. 

Steve stilled, for a moment, not expecting the attire. His calloused hands began moving immediately to squeeze your tits from behind.

“God damn, babe. Is this just for me? You know how much I always wanted to dress you up in some black lace just like this.”

You nodded, a brief surge of relief coursing through you at the thought of Steve enjoying your lingerie choice. A quick glance over to the busy couple beside you brought a bit of relief. They were far too preoccupied with each other.

“You always said I look best in black. I was trying to save it for later. Nancy was just helping me adjust it earlier.”

“Mmm hmm.” He nodded, pulling the robe off your waist to reveal the sheer lace thong. “Black is your best color, but this is downright delicious. I hope it wasn’t too expensive, because as soon as we get out of here I’m gonna-” 

Jonathan suddenly let out a loud whimper beside you.

“Yes… ‘m being so good for you, Nance. Please?” He whined. The need in his voice is almost tearing at your heartstrings.

You blinked. Steve paused, fixated on your friends once more.

“Sorry. He gets a bit vocal sometimes,” Nancy smiled, though her hand was still well within the confines of Jonathan’s pants and into his briefs, her movement now slower than before.

Nancy noticed Steve’s hands gripping your breasts, now nearly naked and sprawled across his lap, with no robe anywhere on the bed.

“Looks like Steve likes the lingerie?” Nancy asked.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle, tentatively massaging your breasts again.

“Hell yeah, I do. And don’t worry too much about Byers over there. This one can get whiny, too,” he teased, one of his hands leaving your breast to instead graze your inner thigh.

He gave it a big squeeze, ‘mine’, before his fingers eventually found the slickness that had already been accumulating on your skin.

“Oh? And apparently, someone can’t help herself. Already makin’ a mess in her brand new panties and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“STEVEN!” You cried, face blushing profusely with embarrassment.

Why the hell was he feeling you up like this in front of people? This was weird. No, this was completely inappropriate.

Steve simply did not seem to care. He was a man of little shame when it came to sex. Few worries, big ego, and an even bigger cock.

Nancy pulled the pillows that had pilled up between you two during the movie, allowing her full access to view your body being groped and grabbed by Steve.

“She was already turned on just by me touching her earlier. Don’t give yourself too much credit.” Nancy shot at Steve.

“Is that right?” Steve looked down at you, his nostrils flaring. “You let her touch you? Did you get all wet from her, babe?”

Nancy’s eyes were now glued to you, as always, waiting for confirmation. 

“Maybe? I can’t help it,” you offered.

Nancy smirked, quickening her pace of striking Jonathan’s lank within his pants, obviously pleased with your confession.

Jonathan whimpered again as he pawed at Nancy to keep going.

“You two wouldn’t mind if I just take care of Jonathan real quick, would you? I would usually wait until you leave, but we’re past any weirdness, right?” Nancy smiled innocently.

You desperately wanted to argue ‘no, you weren’t passed anything!’… but you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. Not truly. Not in a time like this.

You’d seen Nancy naked more times than you could count over the past 10+ years of your friendship. She’d see you naked, and you’d both certainly seen Steve naked.

As for Jonathan, you’d heard enough about Nancy’s sex life that it honestly didn’t really matter.

Now here you were, almost completely nude, in your best friend's bed, who was currently attempting to jerk off her boyfriend while yours was tracing the outlines of your pussy through your lace panties. All of this is happening against the background noise of some shitty erotica film. This was honestly one of the more pleasant ‘weird’ situations you’ve ended up in.

It would be weirder not take the opportunity that is being presented to you.

Steve’s finally broke the silence. “No, no, go ahead and take care of Byers. In fact, the way Princess is dripping tells me I should probably do the same.”

“STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THATTTT!” you begged, not knowing why Steve was insisting on embarrassing you.

“Relax…” Nancy cooed, gently reaching out to touch your thigh with her free hand.

She thought for a moment. “It’s Fun Film Friday, remember? Just…pretend you’re Princess Elizabeth indulging in her fantasies for a bit. You know, for ‘fun’?”

Nancy’s big eyes searched your face for every micro-expression that crossed your features that might elude to your feelings you hopelessly attempted to hold back - Fear, lust, shame, love. 

Her long fingers caressed up your thigh to your hip bone. Steve’s breathing seemed to quicken, watching Nancy’s movements cautiously.

Nancy’s hand seemed to then dip into your inner thigh before briefly applying pressure against your soaked thong, immediately pulling back.

“Steve? Is she always this responsive?” Nancy asked.

It was a redundant question asked only for Steve’s sake. Nancy knew very well how you secretly yearned to be under someone else's touch at all times. Perhaps you accidentally confessed it to her at one of your many tipsy sleepovers.

But something told you that Nancy Wheeler naturally attracted those who yearned to be controlled.

“Yeah, she’s pretty vocal,” Steve shrugged. “Other times, she gets too quiet. In her head, ya know? I wish Princess could just quiet her little mind sometimes.”

Nancy nodded, moving herself down from the head of the bed near you. She was now positioning her face near Jonathan’s exposed hips, his band t-shirt having come off to reveal his slim torso during the time you’d been distracted. She started shimmying off Jonathan’s jeans down his hips and thighs and off to her bedroom floor.

“This is good. Maybe ‘Princess’ will feel less shy seeing me suck my baby’s leaking cock. Watch into a weeping mess.”

Jonathan whined, cheeks flushed with sweaty arousal (and perhaps his own shame). “‘m not a mess…j-just…”

“Just what, babyboy?” Nancy mocked, yanking Jonathan’s briefs down in a swift motion to reveal his hardened cock springing free, pink tip bouncing against his abdomen. 

The technique Nancy was using was devilishly slow. Her thumb teased up and down a visible vein under Jonathan’s arched shaft, somewhere he so obviously wanted her to touch if the mewls of ‘please’ and ‘thank you, Miss’ were any indication.

Steve placed a forceful kiss on your lips as he adjusted himself, moving out from behind you and down towards the lower half of the bed, similar to where Nancy was lying. 

“Ridiculous,” he shook his head, eyebrows knitted in concentration. Steve began kneeling at the end of Nancy’s bed, pulling your ankles towards him. 

Two things made Steve Harrington unquestionably jealous to the point of breaking. Men who claimed to have better hair than him, and those who continuously happened to catch your wandering eyes, in that exact order. 

“No way in hell I’m gonna let my girl gawk at Jonathan fuckin’ Byers and Nancy goddamn Wheeler when I’m right here.”

Steve pried open your legs. It was hard to make out his exact expression with just the glow of the tv illuminating the room, but the shadows cascading across Steve’s face suggested something primal had awoken within him.

“Yeah, you want Daddy like this? Right here, huh?” Steve cooed, hair tickling your skin. “Let me take good care of you.” 

He admired your legs for a moment, taking his time as he began kissing, biting, and licking up into your inner thigh.

As he finally made his way to your center, Steve’s tongue darted out, lapping up the wetness that had seeped through the lace of your panties with an appreciative ‘hmm’.

His skillful tongue helped maneuver the string of your thong to the side of your crotch with practiced ease.

“You love when I suck your clit, huh, babe,” he mumbled into your folds, teeth immediately seeming to find your clit. Steve suckled softly, brown eyes looking up at you, hoping his talents would elicit the praise of your moans.

Your eyes rolled back, encouraging him to keep going.

Steve eagerly started working his warm mouth from your clit, down your slick folds until he was at your core, throbbing eagerly with need for him. He spread your thighs even further apart to allow himself deeper access to your cunt.

Similar to Nancy’s technique, Steve preferred to start hot and heavy, getting you worked up into a needy mess before slowing the pace down to a painful tease.

Steve’s feverish lapping melted into a gentle massage, taking your pink folds between his lips softly, allowing his tongue the time to trace through every inch of your, no, his pretty pussy, making sure to drink any of your sweet arousal he could. 

There was nothing Steve loved more than to worship your cunt. He always let you know every time he did, making sure to leave you absolutely breathless, a symphony of moans and a body slicked in sweat; still famished for more. 

“Keep going, Nance. Please. A-almost there. I’ve been s’good i-i promise,” Jonathan whined beside you, grabbing for your hand through the layers of sheets, seemingly experiencing his own oral revelations.

Nancy was in her element, sucking Jonathan’s length to the back of her throat with ease. You watched as your best friend bobbed her head back and forth, one hand jerking the base of his cock where her swollen lips simply couldn’t reach.

Her devotion to Jonathan was also just as impressive, making sure to give every inch of his cock undivided attention. Jonathan seemed quite sensitive to begin with, and her technique only heightened the tension within him.

Every pretty moan or whimper Jonathan let out incited the lustful gaze of Nancy, her eyes peering up at him through her spot kneeling on the floor. She was clearly ravished by the fact that her man had become undone while he was deep within the walls of her throat.

Your own partner had become impatient himself, as Steve began to pick up his pace. No longer a tease, but a man in search of glory. His tongue was now circling the rim of your hole, your cunt pulsating in need to have something to fill it.

“Ah… AHH!” You couldn’t help the loud moans Steve was releasing from your body.

“Shhhh,” Jonathan gave you a shy smile, adjusting his torso to be closer to you while Nancy continued her work. “We can’t be t-too loud. What if someone comes home? ‘Sposed to be watching a movie, remember?” He stuttered out, his soft eyes fixated on your lips.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan leaned over, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. You suppose that's an effective way to shut you up.

His tongue began immediately darting out to taste your lips, so gently and lovingly as your mouth opened to allow him in. The kiss was tender, forbidden in a way that was somehow more intimate than just fucking.

It sent an instant shock of arousal straight to your clit, a nearly overwhelming mix of shame and excitement.

You pulled away, unsure of how an overprotective Steve and your best friend would react to you kissing Jonathan.

To your surprise, Nancy was all smiles as she continued working on Jonathan’s cock. She always did share everything with you. Food, clothes, jewelry, and now her boyfriend.

Your eyes quickly shifted to Steve between your legs, who looked somewhat bemused at his girl making out with the other submissive within the group.

You knew Steve had little respect for Jonathan to begin with, referring to him as weak or sensitive almost daily. It was always Nancy he’d been more cautious of when it came to you.

“Good job, Princess.” Steve pulled back, placating your hole by inserting one of his large fingers within you while he talked. “Are you having fun with Byers?”

Nancy leaned back from Jonathan’s thighs, her hand still jerking his cock.

“Okay, they’re kind of adorable? Our two sluts can’t even go ten minutes without touching each other.”

“Maybe our mouths aren’t enough, huh?” Steve suggested, immediately sending you and Jonathan into a fit of denial. ‘No, no, no’.

“What does Jonathan taste like, hun?” Nancy asked you, a smirk on her lips.

“I…” you were lost for words, unable to focus on the present. Everything felt like a dream, hazy around the edges.

“Nancy asked you a question, baby. What does her boytoy taste like?” Steve prodded, removing his fingers from your pussy entirely as punishment for your lack of answers. 

“Here,” Jonathan offered. His cold hand softly squeezes your cheeks, causing your lips to part open. His touch was surprisingly warm, and (unsurprisingly) much softer than Steve’s had been.

He paused, inhaling, then leaning forward and spitting into your mouth. You both let out soft moans as you watched his saliva trail from his lips and onto your tongue.

You felt degraded, but God, it was perfect. You swallowed without being asked, surprisingly desperate for Jonathan in a way that was previously dormant within your desires.

“Cinnamon,” you answered, unsure how to describe the sweet-spiciness of Jonathan that lingered on your taste buds.

“Well, yeah, only ‘cause Byers was eating Hot Tamale candies when we started the movie,” Steve smirked, attempting to find any excuse that would belittle Jonathan.

“That’s true. He does love those things,” Nancy affirmed, leaning back in to lick a long strip up the side length of Jonathan’s cock. The man groaned, immediately wrapping his thighs around her face in need. “But he kinda tastes like that all over, too.”

Steve rolled his eyes, running a finger through your folds again to keep you nice and wet. “Yeah, but Byers has nothing on Princess.”

Nancy sighed. Steve is always trying to make everything a competition. 

“Really? What’s she taste like?”

Steve paused for a second, conflicted between the jealousy that would undoubtedly come with sharing you, and the pride that comes with showing off your perfect body. His perfect body. 

With that, Steve scooched (reluctantly) from his current position, offering your glistening cunt to Nancy. 

You propped yourself up from the pillow and onto your arm, watching as Nancy removed herself from Jonathan’s legs and toward your center.

This was very new territory for you. Steve had been the only one who had been lucky enough to have the opportunity to eat you out - until now.

Unsure of what to do, Steve gently caressed your outer thigh for reassurance.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and let Nancy taste you, yeah? I just wanna show you off a bit.”

You managed to nod, watching as Nancy kneels into your swollen, pink folds. She kept her eyes focused on you through her long lashes.

You knew you were supposed to be freaking out given the circumstances, but all you felt were flutters within your stomach. You almost couldn’t look Nancy in the eyes, hoping she couldn’t see the pink hue that settled into your cheeks.

You averted your gaze, fear starting to settle in. Sure, you were open-minded; this whole night had dissolved into a mess of newness. But this? This could ruin more than a decade of friendship. Your best friend and someone with whom you were closer than some family members. You wanted to stop, but not nearly as much as you wanted to push forward.

A glance at the tv showed the Princess character being fucked by a horde of people in some medieval brothel room; very much not helping your nerves.

Jonathan adjusted himself, pulling you against his chest similar to how Steve held earlier. He could sense your anxiety, wanting to give support.

“Watch it, Byers,” Steve warned. “I’m already whoring her out too much as it is.”

Jonathan said nothing, placing sweet kisses up and down your neck. One of his hands reached around you to palm your tits that had long escaped the confines of your lingerie, finally unclamping the bra and tossing it aside.

The warmth of Nancy’s breath hitting the cool slick of your folds made you feel dizzy. Any words of hesitation caught in your throat as you and Jonathan watched his girlfriend give kitten licks to your dripping pussy. 

You hummed, surprised at the soft pleasure of her affection soothing the previous sting left by Steve’s stubble that had harshly rubbed against your sensitive folds. It was the same, but it was different. A good kind.

Nancy took your vocalization as approval, continuing to move her tongue further into you with each lick. The warmth of her tongue almost suffocates your clit as you let out a whiny moan that Jonathan attempts to cover up once more by kissing you passionately once again.

Steve grumbled in dissatisfaction, upset that the scene in front of him was also awakening new feelings, turning him on drastically. His cock was now painfully hard within his jeans. Steve palmed at his bulge, itching for any sort of relief, but held his tongue. He had bigger priorities right now, including your comfort. Your pleasure. Your safety.

“Put two fingers in her. My Princess loves riding Daddy’s fingers.”

Nancy did as told, inserting two slender fingers into your pussy with ease. You moaned into Jonathan’s mouth, as he barely allowed you time to catch your breath.

While Steve’s fingers were warm and thick inside of you, Nancy’s were cold, and much longer, able to reach further than you were expecting. You swore she could feel the knot-like tension building in your stomach. Nancy began fucking her fingers into you as they curled around your velvet walls in search of that spot you oh-so needed for her to push.

After a gentle push on the head from Steve, Nancy leaned down, now lapping at your cunt. She continued, eyes staring directly up at you and Jonathan before her pouty lips pulled back, glistening with your arousal.

“She does taste good. You’re right for once, Steve.”

Steve smirked, satisfied. “Yeah, it’s addicting. If I’m not fucking her, I want babygirl to be riding my face at all times.”

Jonathan groaned into your shoulder, hands now holding your hips. He desperately pushed his hard member against your thigh, hoping for any sort of friction that could provide relief for the constant teasing Nancy had shown him earlier.

“Would you like that, Jonathan? To let me ride your face while you touch yourself?” Nancy offered, already knowing the answer.

Jonathan nodded eagerly, letting you go and moving back to lie down on the bed.

“For once, Byers and I want the same thing,” Steve said, pushing Nancy out of your thighs and back to the side of the bed she’d been previously occupying.

Steve had been very good and very patient while Nancy and Jonathan had some fun with you. But that was enough. He was done sharing for now and needed you back with him immediately. 

Steve stood from the floor, making his way back to the top of Nancy’s bed. He flopped down onto the pastel pillows, rather excited for what was to come.

All you could do was smile at the silliness that was Steve’s constant jealousy, giving him a tender kiss as the essence of your arousal still lingered on his lips.

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Nancy began to strip.

First to come off was her blouse, which she pulled off so quickly that one of the buttons caught in her hair. Next was her simple bra, revealing her small breasts, which you’d seen many times before.

What was surprising was when her shorts fell to her ankles, revealing that she was wearing no panties underneath. Just her naked cunt.

“What?” She asked you.

You scoffed playfully, “You planned this whole damn thing. The movie choice, suggesting the lingerie, no underwear…”

Nancy only shrugged, giving no direct answer. You stripped off the useless garter belt and thong that you still had on before climbing up on the bed.

Steve smiled, still happy as ever. You couldn’t help but relax a bit more, seeing how sweet and eager he always was to please you. You swung your leg over Steve, now gently sitting on his chest.

“You think Steve will let you me ride your face?” Nancy asked lowly, her eyes big and hopeful as she positioned herself over Jonathan’s face.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Steve snapped. “Babygirl is a pillow princess. You both only have the privilege of givin’ her pleasure. I am the only one who she can please, capeche?” 

Nancy rolled her eyes at Steve before turning her focus back to Jonathan, who already had his tongue out, almost panting in anticipation.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the usual possessiveness Steve had over you before following suit, wrapping your thighs around Steve’s head, hovering your pussy over his face.

“Nuh uh, pretty girl. Turn around.”

“What?” you paused. “Do you want me to watch the movie while we do this or something?”

Steve frowned, unamused. “I want to eat you out, baby. Dear god I really, really want to. Just… my dick will fall clean off my body soon from lack of attention.”

“Jesus,” you laughed, reaching back to feel Steve’s obvious bulge desperately trying to escape through the front of his jeans. You obliged, turning around so that your pussy and ass were now in Steve’s face.

You quickly unzipped Steve’s jeans, slim fingers pulling down his boxers to reveal the massive length within his pants. Always intimidating, but you supposed it was a blessing and a curse to have a boyfriend so well endowed.

Nancy was already one step ahead of you both, wasting no time for herself.

“Open your mouth,” Nancy commanded Jonathan, whose mouth was now open wide. “Good job,” she purred, leaning down and spitting into his mouth. 

At least you now know where he got the spit kink from.

Jonathan’s soft ‘thank you’ was barely heard as Nancy immediately pushed her soaking cunt onto Jonathan’s face. She moved back and forth, grinding into Jonathan.

Steve took it upon himself to start as well, pushing his own face into your pussy. 

“Oh fuckkk, Steve!” You gasped, trying your best to focus as Steve greedily pushed his nose up against your ass. His tongue was already buried deep inside you, rough hands on your hips in an attempt to have you rock back into his face before pushing your mouth forward onto his cock. 

You started licking up and down Steve’s shaft in an attempt to lubricate it enough to fit in your mouth. You truly loved nothing more than feeling Steve fucking his cock deep into your throat; you really did. However, it wasn’t just the length that always made such attempts rather tricky, but also the sheer power he held over you in positions like this, even when you were on top. Steve was always in control.

Steve continued, using his tongue to finally fuck your hole that he so nicely teased earlier. His palms were resting on your asscheeks, spreading them open greedily so he could have a better view of every single part of you. 

Steve’s, “keep going, babygirl. You’re doing so well,” seemed to sync up perfectly with Nancy’s “such a whore, Jonathan. Being so good,” creating a symphony of encouragement you didn’t know you needed.

You could feel Steve growl into your pussy when you stroked him in a circular motion, your mouth sucking softly on his balls as he was desperately pushing himself up and into your throat. You began to lick around his swollen head, being mindful to apply some pressure over the slit, where precum was already greeting you. 

Steve moaned into your cunt, vocalizing his pleasure as he swirled your pussy around his face, practically smashing your body back into him. The way he’d maneuver your hips so he could see your asscheeks bounce above him made you feel silly for even worrying about lingerie earlier.

You peeked over to see Nancy having the time of her life, bouncing herself as Jonathan kept his tongue sticking out, flattened for her to ride and use to her own pussy's pleasure. Jonathan’s arms were being held over his head by Nancy, his cock still hard. 

He apparently hadn’t earned the pleasure of touching himself yet; poor thing.

Jonathan’s voice cracked as he looked up at Nancy, almost on the verge of tears. “Keep going. Ride my face harder, please.”

You felt a strong sensation flip-flop within your stomach as Steve pulled his tongue out from between your folds, quickly running it over your pink asshole, something he frequently did to draw your attention back to him during sex. 

And it always works.

You immediately went back to stroking and sucking as much as you could handle of his cock, moans becoming louder, the vibrations pleasing Steve’s length stuffed down your throat.

He responded with his own grunt, pulling you back onto him, shaking his face into your pulsing clit once more. 

A surprising, sharp slap was felt on your right asscheek.

A quick glance to the other side of the bed revealed Nancy, still bucking into Jonathan’s face, but her hand now gripping onto ass. 

“You have to be…” she paused to catch her breath between waves of pleasure. “You have to be quiet for us, okay?” she lectured softly, that same tone she always said so lovingly to you. 

All you could do was nod, muffling any remaining noises with Steve’s cock in your mouth. You could feel Nancy’s delicate fingers still on your ass, helping to guide you onto Steve’s face.

“That’s it… good girl,” Nancy praised with a smile.

Her words must have annoyed Steve, causing a gentle bite to your clit in protest. 

Nancy continued. “You and Jonathan are being such good little whore’s, letting us use you both how we please.”

You and Jonathan let out muffled whimpers of agreement, both of your mouths preoccupied with pleasing your lovers.

Steve pulled his tongue back, just enough to mumble words into your pussy. His warm breath came out in huffs as he tried to steady it.

“Such a pretty little pink pussy, all for Daddy. I feel you tightening on my tongue, yeah? Gonna come for me, Princess? Wanna taste more of you. This cunt belongs to me, yeah? Mmmm. God, I love you so much. My hole to use however I like…Come for Daddy; it’s the least you can. Come for me. Now!”

Steve’s words always did you in, sending you over the edge. Your pussy quivered, becoming slick with cum as Steve continued licking, and grotesque noises filled the room.

Your orgasm caused Nancy to reach her own, slowing herself down as she continued to slide across Jonathan’s face. “Good job, yesss. Feels sooo good,”  she chuckled, riding the high of elation on his face.

She finally released Jonathan’s hands from above, who immediately started jerking himself while Nancy remained seated.

After a moment to catch his breath, Steve playfully tossed your leg off of his chest, causing your body to fall towards the center of the bed. 

Nancy reluctantly dismounted Jonathan, who stopped touching himself with a soft sigh. You turned towards him, trying not to laugh at the hazy bliss that seemed haunt his features.

“Your eyes are all big and dilated,” Jonathan spoke, his voice hoarse.

“So are yours.” You smiled at him. 

You two broke into a small fit of giggles, a seemingly innocent moment shared, before Jonathan leaned in for another kiss. You could taste cinnamon once again, now combined with the slick of Nancy still on his lips. 

You were only torn away when Steve roughly grabbed your ankles, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. 

“You’re lucky I’m even lettin’ you kiss the bastard, babe. Byers doesn’t deserve it. You’re mine, remember?” Steve snarked, his words low and steady in a way that signified he was not happy.

“No one can use this-” He pushed his finger into your mouth, hooking your cheek and forcing you to look up at him. “-or this-” he continued, pulling the finger out of your mouth and pushing it into your already aching hole, your pussy wrapping around him. “-but me. Got it, Princess?”

You nodded as Steve pulled his finger back. “Yes.”

Steve placed a kiss on your lips, a soft reward for your submission.

Nancy tsked, lying down on the bed beside you, legs hanging over the edge. “There goes Steve, again. Always greedy with his toys.”

“Damn right I am, Wheeler.” 

You couldn’t help but get lost in Nancy’s blue eyes again as she smiled at you. The weirdness and confusion from earlier are now a distant memory.

Nancy offered you a soft smile of assurance before her expression changed into one of immense pleasure. The grunts and whimpers from Jonathan telling you he was finally allowed to slide his cock into her.

Steve followed, flipping your legs up onto his shoulders. He eagerly began to press the head of his cock into your wetness, letting out a soft moan at your warmth.

Just like earlier, Steve loved nothing more than to make you a desperate mess beneath him. The way his cock stretched you open was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, the sting always addicting. He let out rough grunts as he would pull back, the hot air of the room touching your swollen cunt before he’d plunge deep into you once more.

You couldn’t help the whine that would escape your lips as he patiently filled you up, making you take his cock one inch at a time.

“There you are, Princess. You’re still so tight for me even after all that stretchin’. Your pussy must just love my cock, yeah? Don’t worry, shhh. Just let me keep…” He pulled back out before pushing back in deeper. “-just let me take my time. I know… I know...”

Eventually, Steve had achieved his aim, bottoming out within you. You didn’t even attempt to muffle the loud moan that escaped, basking in the feeling of having your love so far inside of you. So warm, so filled.

He stilled his length for a moment more, allowing you the much-needed time to adjust, the weight of his cock always making a bit of your cervix bulge from your abdomen. 

“There we go. See? First comes a bit of pain, now you get all the pleasure your pretty pussy can take, babygirl. Always doing such a good job for me.” He praised, brown eyes full of nothing but adoration. 

The way Steve paid attention to your body and your needs made you feel like the only woman in the world. You were brought into a completely different headspace, only being drawn back to Earth from the intense sounds of your best friend getting railed next to you. 

The contrast was like night and day. Where Steve was eager to make the moment last, Jonathan was just… eager.

Steve began his slow movements again, the burning pain dissolving into a dull pleasure as your bodies responded to one another. 

Pull out. Your pussy squeezed desperately around his length, tempting Steve’s cock back inside. Push in. 

The feeling of Steve twitching inside you always sent a shiver down your spine. The intimacy between you two intensified as Steve now stood on his toes, his balls slamming greedily against your pussy in an effort to get every inch of himself inside of you.

“Oh, Steveee!” you leaned back against the bed, closing your eyes in pleasure. 

For Steve, that simply wouldn’t do, the attention whore he is.

Steve’s fingers brush through your locks, gripping your hair. He angled your head up so you could better see his length disappear into your dripping core.

“Look at me. Watch how good your pussy takes me, baby. S-so tight. It needs me, yeah? Needs me to fill it and use it and taste it-... and…” He trailed off, beginning to lose his focus. “God, you’re mine. Mine, mine, fucking mine.”

You rolled your head back again as Steve let your hair go.

“Bad girl, what did I say about lookin’ at Daddy?” he growled. Steve instantly grabbed your wrists, stretching your arms over your head, holding your wrists captive in his grip. 

Your gaze fell back to Nancy, who had been watching you this whole time. She continued being fucked in missionary by Jonathan while Steve fucked into you.

“Having fun?” Nancy mouthed.

“So much fun,” you mouthed back.

Steve picked up the pace once more, his hair sticking to his forehead as he planted sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. Your legs began to tremble, your second orgasm nearing.

“Not yet, babygirl. Daddy’s almost there,” Steve growled, picking up the pace to the point he was panting.

You whined softly in annoyance, trying your best to remain patient.

Cold fingers softly made their way over your hips, down your cunt, and onto your clit, as Nancy started rubbing gentle circles. One hand in your pussy, the other rubbing her own clit.

Steve grunted, “Hands to yourself, N-Nance. That’s my job.”

“I’m just helping. If you’re busy holding her wrists, what else is a girl to do?” Nancy said.

You started pushing yourself further onto Steve’s cock in an effort to have the head of his length continue to pound against your cervix. The feeling of Nancy continuing to massage circles in your clit, combined with the pressure that was building in your stomach from Steve, was threatening to have you done for.

“Mmph…Now?” You whined to Steve, glassy eyes begging for any sort of relief.

Steve sighed, clearly agitated. “Ask correctly,” he snapped, barely holding it together himself.

“May I come now, pretty please?”

“Yeah. Of course you can. You’ve been so good. Come for Daddy, Princess.” He groaned, running out of breath.

With the help of Steve’s magic words once again, you both finished together, riding your orgasms until the high melted reality around you.

Steve rutted into you.

“Fuckkkk. Fillin’ you up nice and pretty, yeah - my babies. My pussy. You’re stuck with Daddy. Oh Jesus-… mmmm,” he groaned, almost collapsing as he pressed his weight down and on top of your body. 

He began pressing messy kisses to your salty skin, continuing to rut his cock as far as possible up into your cervix. You closed your eyes as Steve’s hot seed filled you up completely, cum sticking to your thighs. You couldn’t help but bask in the warm satisfaction that had settled into your aching, used core. 

Steve stalled, pushing in only a few more half-hearted pumps before finally pulling out.

He immediately went into boyfriend mode, scrambling to lie beside you on Nancy’s bed, pulling you up into his chest. You grabbed onto the shirt he was still wearing.

“Love you so much, baby. You doin’ okay? No worries, you’re safe,” he whispered into your hair. The sweet nothings mixed with his soothing voice began to calm your soul, slowing your pulsing clit.

It seemed Nancy had found her way into her own world of pleasure, riding out her orgasm with Jonathan beside you.

“Holy fucking shit, so hot. Yes, keep going, Jonathan. Don’t-don’t stop.”

Jonathan didn’t have to be told twice, continuing the same pace, clearly exhausted. His whole body was trembling, and the beautiful sounds he was making only hinted at the absolute whining mess he always was. 

Once Nancy seemed to settle under the same dissipating euphoria after her orgasm, she finally said the magic words Jonathan had been wanting to hear all damn night.

“Mkay, baby boy. Come for me-”

Jonathan pushed himself quickly into Nancy’s cunt, coming almost instantly at the command. His loudest whines yet fell from his lips, so vulnerable. Jonathan’s pace began to slow, his face full of relief as he finally pulled out.

Glassy-eyed and absolutely spent, Jonathan immediately crawled onto Nancy, seeking warmth and undoubtedly words of affection.

The four of you relished in the moment, coming down from your orgasms in the peace of Nancy’s room.

The movie you had previously started finished long ago, leaving only the azul glow of the tv default screen to show the contentment that settled on your faces.

The moment was immediately ruined by the extremely aggressive slamming on Nancy’s door, causing the four of you jump in fear.

“TURN DOWN YOUR GODDAMN MOVIE, NANCY!! I HAVE FRIENDS OVER!!” 

Mike Wheeler was not happy, the doorknob shaking violently as he tried to enter. Thank god Jonathan was thoughtful enough to lock the door behind him earlier tonight.

Nancy pushed out a half-shout, yelling back in what her strained voice could manage.

“shIT! SoRRY, MikEY!”

You could hear Mike's heavy footsteps retreat down the stairs, leaving you shocked at what had just happened.

The surprise visitor, the sex, the horrible movie. It would take at least a few days for your brain to recover.

“Well, I wasn’t really expecting a second dose of adrenaline so quickly,” you teased. 

Steve grumbled in agreement, pressing kisses into your hair.

“I thought you said the house was empty, Nance.”

“It was empty. I can’t control Mike and his stupid friends. They always end up back here,” Nancy sighed, scratching Jonathan’s back as he remained happily sprawled out on top of her.

Steve’s hand reached towards the night’s stand, grabbing a handful of Milk Duds he’d been snacking on earlier. He brought them to your lips, feeding you one at a time.

“Hey, looks like movie night was a success! What was that movie supposed be about, again?” Steve asked.

“A princess who lives a double life as a prostitute,” Jonathan mumbled into Nancy’s skin.

“Oh yeah,” Steve nodded, his finger hooking into your jaw gently to have you look at him. “Dumb movie. You’re the only princess I care about.”

You leaned in to kiss him, feeling the bed dip as Nancy began moving Jonathan’s tangle of slim limbs off of her in an attempt to stand.

“Anyone hungry? I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

“You’re always hungry,” Jonathan smiled.

“It’s 10 pm. Mel’s Diner on Main should still be open,” you suggested, a common spot you and the Party frequented after many late-night crawls.

Nancy nodded, standing up to stretch before searching for her clothes.

The rest of you followed. Steve was first to find your bra, which had been half-hazardously tossed onto one of Nancy’s lampshades in the middle of your… events.

“It did look nice on you, ya know? I was more than surprised.” Steve smiled, helping you put the bra on.

You began venturing around the room for your thong, as the others were now fully dressed. Unable to find it, you shimmied your way into your jeans and the t-shirt you’d worn upon arriving at Nancy’s this afternoon.

You’d find them eventually. Right now, salty fries and a gluttonous milkshake were very much your priority.

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The floaty feeling in your head didn’t really go away.

This made it rather difficult for the four of you to give your best efforts to remain quiet. You tiptoed through the hallway and down the stairs. The front door wasn’t far. A few steps to freedom.

You could hear the kids chatting in the kitchen, allowing you a quick getaway if all went well.

It was somewhat expected that Steve’s weight would cause one of the steps to groan loudly, immediately summoning Mike and Dustin to gather at the landing.

“Hey, what the hell? You all were up there watching a movie?!” Mike asked, clearly confused.

As far as Mike could remember, Nancy never held movie nights in her room, always in the living room with the larger tv and always with many failed attempts at shushing the campaign night he held in the basement.

Mike’s eyes met each of yours, assessing the pink flush that still lingered on your faces. You had no doubt your mascara had smeared a bit during your physical activity.

Nancy scoffed. “So, having people in my room is a crime, now? I wasn’t aware you owned the damn house.”

Mike’s expression soured, sensing unusually high tension.

“What were you watching up there that sounded so…” Mike trailed off.

“Sexually explicit,” Dustin offered. “We could totally hear, like, muffled moaning through the ceiling vents.” 

Steve had planned for such accusations, having the foresight to grab the movie from Nancy’s tv before leaving. He shoved the tape into Mike’s hand.

“It’s called Passions of the Undone, if you want to be so nosy. It’s a romance story that isn’t made to be viewed by innocent eyes like yours,” he smirked.

“You could’ve just watched it down here,” Mike snapped back, refusing to let the moment go, much to your dismay. “We can watch R-rated movies now. Robin used to rent them to us all the time at Family Video.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not Robin. This shit here is NC-17, kid, which means ‘No Children’. And you two, as far as I’m  concerned, are children, now and forever, whether you like it or not.” Steve huffed victoriously, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Was the moaning because of zombies? Is there lots of gore?” Dustin asked. 

“What? No, Hernderson. What romance movie has ‘lots of gore’? Sometimes, adults just want to enjoy things in private, in the comfort of a bed. Okay?”

Mike flipped the tape over and read the film description aloud. 

“‘ Young Victorian Princess Elizabeth Weatherby moonlights in the red-light district of Amsterdam in an effort to rekindle her repressed sexual spark'…okay yeah. Gross. That explains the weird-ass moaning noises.”

Mike shoved the tape back towards Steve, clearly satisfied with the explanation.

“WAIT WAIT! Does this Elizabeth chick go topless?” Dustin asked eagerly. “Cause I totally have a homework assignment due Monday that requires watching a European erotica film right nowwwwww.”

“You’ll never know,” Nancy added, ushering the three of you out the door. “We’re off to Mel’s. Don’t burn the house down,” Nancy warned Mike, slamming the front door shut.

The mood seemed to instantly shift again, lighter now without the aggressive questioning. The cool air felt nice against your warm skin. The stars were out, and Hawkins felt even more peaceful during quiet hours like this.

Jonathan gestured towards his sedan, fumbling for his keys in his pocket.

“You know, one of us is going to have to actually watch Passions of the Undone. The boys will talk to Robin, and Robin will bombard us with scene-by-scene questions because we finally took one of her film recommendations,” you chuckled softly.

“God fuckin’ damnit, you’re right,” Steve shook his head fondly, sliding the movie securely into his denim jacket. “Now I am the one with the homework assignment of watching a European erotica before my next Squawk shift. Could be worse, I guess.”

Steve’s hand rested on your ass, giving it a brief squeeze before helping you into the backseat of Jonathan’s car - the gentleman he was.

“No panties, babe? I know Mel’s ain’t fancy, but they probably still require decency,” Steve teased, giving you a playful swat before sitting beside you, buckling your seatbelt.

With a soft smile, you leaned back into the seat.

You hadn’t been too worried about the whereabouts of your cheap lingerie until now, when you spotted the thin line of a familiar black lace waistband peaking out of Nancy’s shorts.

The lace was clearly on display for you while she bent down to sit in the front passenger seat beside Jonathan. Your used panties. What you’d just soaked through maybe less than half an hour ago. What Steve had maneuvered off of you with his tongue, now being worn so casually as if normal for best friends.

It was sick -weird. So incredibly Nancy to pull such a power move right under your nose. You knew if you ever wanted them back, it’d be up to you to pry them off, Steve and Jonathan be damned.

Nancy turned to face you, seeing your bewildered gaze exactly where she was hoping it’d be.

For the first time in a long time, you were the one finally gawking at her.

His lips find your neck and you shudder, your stomach tensing up as you feel his left hand skim over your front. He tugs your skirt up, lowering his hand down over your mound—and humming in interest when he realizes you’re not wearing panties.

“Hopin’ fer me?” he asks. “Or just this fuckin’ easy all the time?”

“N-No,” you stammer. You’re not even sure which question you’re answering, and he holds the hem of your skirt up while his right hand dips down between your spread open thighs.

“Le’ssee ‘bout that,” Gator muses, parting your lips with his hand.

“Wait—your cast—” you gasp out, as the fingertips of his right hand graze over your folds.

“Wh’bout it?” he asks.

“You—can’t get it w-wet, right?”

He snickers, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Y’think I don’t wanna be able ta smell ya on me after this? Think I don’t wanna be able t’remember this tight little snatch’a yers just with a whiff? Fuckin’ slut like you deserves t’be memorialized.”

“Gator—” you squeal, as he curls his fingers inside of you, the hot squelch of your pussy around him filling the cab of the truck.

He doesn’t take it easy, either, despite the broken wrist. That’s what the cast’s fer, he’d say, you can almost hear him. His fingers press against your walls from the inside, and you feel the solid mass of the cast against you, feel how stiff it is against your leg as he moves into you, his tongue trailing over the nape of your neck, licking you, not kissing you. Tasting you, consuming you.

“Sound pretty easy t’me,” Gator says, the slick sounds of your cunt taking in his fingers undeniably arousing, filthy, sickeningly so. You’d heard he’d gotten hurt, hoped it wasn’t too bad to keep him from the bar, but when he’d walked in you’d been glad you’d shown face, because yeah. You’d been hoping for him.

“N—I’m not,” you tried to whisper, but your voice broke over the words as he dug his fingers as deep into you as he could, the blunt edge of the cast up against your pussy, reaching inside of you to massage your walls, to coax the sweetest sins he could from your lips (either set, he wasn’t picky).

“Yer not?” Gator asked, pulling his soaking fingers out of you and instead rubbing the pads of his fingers over your clit, so fucking easily because your legs were so far open for him that he could find it just by feel without even needing to see between your thighs. “Nobody likes a liar.” He bit down on the crook where your neck met your shoulder, and you moaned loudly, his fingers swirling over your clit in a lazy, uneven pattern, the wet sounds masking his heavy breathing. But you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. Could feel his heartbeat pounding in time with yours. “Yer a little fuckin’ liar, too, huh? Big ol’ tramp with a lyin’ mouth.”

“No,” you whined, rolling your hips into his hand. He slid his fingers back inside of you.

“Yer lyin’ right now,” Gator said, half-laughing. He lifted his chin, tucking his mouth next to your ear, whispering you an instruction. “Do me a favor, hm? Touch that fat lil’ clit fer me, real nice.” Your left hand slipped from the steering wheel while your right clamped down even harder on the gear shift. “Least ya know how t’take an order,” he mumbled as your shaky hand fumbled over your clit, wavering a little against your folds. “Le’ssee how ya take this.”

“Gator…” you moaned, low and slow, because he had just enough reach even in the cast—long, deft fingers that knew every inch if you by now—and was rolling his hand against you, prodding at your g-spot, taking his time with it as he just worked you up, until you were leaking out onto him, your arousal coating his palm, seeping under the cast, your essence soaking him and it and the seat beneath you. Your thighs. His pants. You felt his cock poking at your ass, still confined in his camos, but he didn’t seem to care, at least not yet.

“Know what’s comin’,” he said, then snickered. “Well, ‘sides you, ‘course.”

“Fuck,” you breathed, because he had moved his hand up from your skirt, let it fall against your wrist and his as you touched yourself in tandem with him. Now that he had a free hand, he was groping at one of your tits, squeezing it as he let his chin rest on your shoulder to look down.

“Gonna give it ta me?” he asked, pressing a bit more firmly on your g-spot. “Ya know ‘s my favorite when ya do. Please.”

His request—sick as it may be, the lewd ask he always posed to you—you wanted to grant it. You squeezed down on his fingers, feeling your thighs tighten as you circled your clit even faster, hot and wet, the rush to your groin starting to become impossible to ignore.

“Gator,” you gasped.

He pressed his nose to the nape of your neck, desperate enough in his desire that he turned tender. “Please?”

“Ah—nn,” you moaned, because you felt it, your orgasm, cresting—but not only that—

You moved your fingers away from your clit as soon as you felt the shift inside you, the spasm that told you you were right on the edge, and with one last caress inside your cunt from Gator’s fingers, you squirted, all over his cast and the steering wheel, the underside of the dashboard of his car, your own legs. You slumped back against him as he let his fingers slip out of your slit, rubbing over your throbbing clit to keep you gushing for him, keep you coming until the stream stopped, one last little pulse of come shooting weakly out of you, and he rubbed over your mound with his come-soaked hand, the cast shiny with your release.

His cock was insistent beneath you, but Gator only chuckled, reaching past you to drag his clean hand through some of the squirt you’d gotten onto the console.

He rubbed his fingers together with his thumb before wrapping his good arm around your middle, holding you tight to him. In your afterglow, you could almost mistake it for a hug.

You had been a ball of nerves since the sun rose this morning.

The shrill sound of your alarm clock had awoken something deep inside you, effectively kickstarting the day on a bad note before you even had breakfast.

You’d woken up cold and alone, Steve having left for his day an hour earlier. You managed to burn your breakfast burrito over the stove. The pants you planned to wear sat in the dryer and shrunk three sizes overnight.

When you actually made it to work at the library, your downward mood had turned completely sour. You had to deal with two of your coworkers calling out and were graciously given the task of taking care three overfilled carts of put back books.

Whether it was every small thing to go wrong or the bad mood you simply woke up in, every awful emotion you were dealing with felt heightened.

By the time you made it home, your head throbbed, your feet were sore and tingly and your body just ached.

You slammed the door shut behind you, haphazardly flicking the lock in place. You toss your keys into the small dish on the end table next to you and kick your shoes off.

Steve’s keys are already on top of the wood, his shoes neatly placed in the designated spot – you can’t even bother to care where yours have flung off to.

Your mouth is pulled into a tight frown. The crease between your brows is back and contributing to your headache. Your shoulders are tense and all you want is to lay down.

Steve appears around the corner, a lazy smile already on his face. It’s hard not to reciprocate it and you want to but the bad day keeps its hooks in you.

“Hey beautiful,” He says, walking close to wrap his arms around you.

His voice does actually loosen the tightness in your chest and it’s so easy to melt into his arms. Your body is still a little tense even as you lean into him.

You feel his lips press against the skin of your forehead.

“Hi,” You murmur.

Steve picks up on the exhaustion in your tone and carefully peers down at you. Both of his palms end up on your arms, lazily stroking the skin.

“What’s the matter, baby? Bad day?”

You hum in lieu of response. He gives you a sympathetic smile.

“I’m sorry, honey,” He raises one hand to push back some loose hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. His thumb continues for stroke your hair. “Anything I can do to fix it?”

You shake your head, your brows pulled tighter together.

“No, I’ll be fine,” You assure him but neither of you believe it. You push up on the tips of your toes to peck his lips. “I’m just gonna shower and go to bed,”

Concern swirls in his beautiful brown eyes, and his lips part like he wants to say something but he keeps it to himself. He nods gently. “Okay baby,”

Without another response, you take off towards your shared room and straight to the bathroom.

Your movements are sluggish as you turn the water on and undress for the shower. It’s the same even as you step inside the tub. You take a few minutes to let the warm water wash over your skin, hopeful that it’ll help ease the aching.

It doesn’t.

Lathering your body wash, you try to wash away the bad day and let it swirl down the drain. You forego washing your hair tonight, too lazy to deal with it.

You’re not sure how long you spent in there but when you finish, you wrap the fluffy white towel around your body and head for the bedroom to change.

Steve isn’t in the room when you walk out but he set a record on the player, a soft and low Air Supply album filling the air. He left the overhead light off and opted for the small lamp on his bed side table, and even lit a few candles around the room. It leaves the room in warm orange light.

It’s comforting.

The tension has significantly loosened since you came home but it’s still not enough.

With the towel still wrapped around your body, you begin to gather your clothes from the dresser and grab the lotion from your vanity. You’re standing in front of the large mirror attached to your dresser, your back turned to the door, when Steve walks back in.

His eyes catch yours through the mirror immediately and in a few short strides, he’s pressed against you. His arms wrap around your waist, hugging you tight and against his chest.

He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your vanilla body wash. He hums in contentment against your skin and you let him.

The weight of his warm body offers you some relief. You’re about to lather your skin with lotion when his hands leave your waist and grab the bottle from you.

“Let me do it,” Steve murmurs in your ear. Your knees feel like jelly and you’re nodding in agreement before you can even comprehend it.

He plants a chaste kiss to your cheek before gripping the lotion in one hand and placing the other on the small of your back, slowly guiding you towards the bed.

You follow his lead implicitly.

You sit at the edge of the bed, expecting him to kneel in front of you but instead he places the bottle on the bed and easily hauls you into his arms. Your breath catches as he carries you to the center of the bed, hovering beside you.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, your towel covered back pressed against the duvet. He gently tugs on the knot of the towel until it comes loose.

You shiver when the cool air meets your bare body. Even years later, you still feel a little self conscious around him. You know you shouldn’t, especially when Steve bends down, planting warm and open mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

“You’re so pretty baby,” He whispers against your skin. Goosebumps arise across your body and you can feel him smile. He leans back up and pecks your lips. “Turn on your stomach,”

You swallow, completely unsure of where he’s going with this but you listen. You shift over the bed until your stomach is pressed into the mattress and Steve easily removes the towel from beneath you. Your cheek presses against the cooled silk pillowcase.

Steve shifts around until he straddles the back of your thighs and you hear the lotion squirting from the bottle and land in his hands.

His warm hands covered in lotion press against your back and he uses gentle strength to rub the liquid into your skin. A sigh of relief escapes you almost immediately and your body melts into the mattress.

He let out a soft sound of acknowledgment, the pads of his fingers knead into the knotted skin of your shoulders, carefully working out the tension.

“I’m sorry you had such a bad day today, sweet girl,” Steve’s voice rings in your ears. “I’m gonna make it better, yeah? Want me to make it better?”

You hum absentmindedly, already lost in the feeling of his hands on your skin. He chuckles quietly behind you and continues working over your skin.

His hands travel from your shoulders, down the sides of your ribs and over the small of your back. His thumbs press into the skin there, gliding upwards to release the tightness there.

A soft moan slips past your lips and Steve presses his mouth to the middle of your back, kissing a line upwards until he reaches the back of your neck.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He coaxed softly.

“Mhm..” You nod against the pillow. His hands continue to trail across your skin until both of his large hands land on your hips and he gently twists you until your shift onto your back.

Your eyes peel open as his palms slide down to your thighs and he pulls them apart to wrap around his waist. He looks down at you with such a soft smile and even softer eyes, it’s so easy to forget why you were upset in the first place.

He lathers more lotion in his palms, rubbing it together and brings his hands back to your skin – this time he lands on  your stomach. You inhale a shaky breath as he works the lotion into your skin again, slowly and steadily.

His eyes flick up to meet yours at the sound and he gives you another gentle smile.

“Relax,” He murmurs. “Just let yourself feel it,”

You nod up at him, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you will your body to relax against the sheets. As comforting as his touch is, you can feel your nerves begin to simmer with something else the more he touches you.

Your eyes stay on him while his stay on your body.

He’s careful and intentional with everywhere his hands glide across your skin. He kneads into the tight spots of your sides, and gently strokes circles into the tips of your thighs. He thumbs into your hips and rubs the pads of his fingers into your stomach.

It’s perfect.

When all the lotion is completely soaked into your skin, Steve leans over you, his chest pressed to yours and hovers his mouth above yours.

You fight the instinct to rise up and slam your mouth against his. Your breath comes out in short puffs as his fingers dance across the skin of your thighs.

He lazily glides his lips across yours, still not kissing but enough to drive you crazy. Your skin buzzes where his fingers slide up to your inner thigh.

“You feel better baby?” He whispers, but doesn’t let you answer before he speaks again. “Or do you need more?”

You nod immediately. “I want – I want more, please.” Your voice is a desperate whine and you don’t even care.

He smirks above you and finally presses his mouth into yours.

You sigh in relief against his lips. The kiss is slow but feverish, Steve is purposeful with every move of his mouth against yours. His hand trailing up your thighs lands exactly where you need them.

He swipes two fingers through your slit, gathering the wetness already pooled there. The pads of his fingers, now soaked wet with your slick, press against your clit and make you moan against his mouth.

He rubs deliberate circles into your swollen bud and without hesitation, you kiss him harder. Your breathing goes erratic and your hand raises to grab the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the nape of his hair.

Your lips part and Steve is quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, sliding his against yours.

With all of your attention on his mouth, he slips his slender finger inside you, lazily pumping in and out. Your brows pull together tight as he swallows every moan into his mouth again.

He pulls away from your mouth and trails his lips to your jaw and down your neck. When his lips meet that perfect spot beneath your jaw, he sucks hard, teeth nipping at your skin. At the same time, he slides another finger into your warm heat and your back arches into his chest, a breathless whine escaping your throat.

“Oh Steve,” You cry out, your fingers fisting the sheets beneath you.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a steady pace and he carefully curls them upwards. The sound of his fingers sliding through your slick fills the room and you’re both drunk of the sound.

“Fuck you feel so good baby,” He breathes. Steve leans up on his knees to look at you.

Your eyes are fluttered shut, your head turned to bury your face into the pillow. Your lips are parted, pretty little cries slipping past them. You have one hand holding onto his tightly, fingers interlocked and the other has a fistful of blanket.

Steve watches the way your stomach tightens, the muscles beneath your skin contracting with every plunge of his fingers inside you. Your chest heaves every time the tips of his fingers brush against that spongey spot inside you.

He keeps his eyes trained on you and he groans at the way your pussy sucks his fingers in, completely soaking him in your wetness.

“That’s it baby, keep squeezing my fingers.” He huffs out. He thrusts his fingers faster, splatters of your slick flying through the air and onto his clothes. His entire hand and wrist is covered in you and he doesn’t care for a second.

Your body withers against him and he raises the hand still interlocked with yours to press into your lower stomach, keeping you firm against the bed.

“Fuck Steve!” You cry out, thighs tightening around his waist. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna c-cum,”

He leans over you again, slamming his mouth against yours. This kiss is fast and desperate. His teeth bite into your bottom lip, forcing them apart so his tongue can lick into your mouth.

His fingers move faster, relentlessly, as he coaxes your orgasm from you. Your body feels like it’s on fire, and all that’s left is him.

“Come on then,” He demands. “Cum all over my fingers baby, give it to me,”

His words are the catalyst you need. Your back arches into his chest, thighs convulsing around his waist as the dam finally breaks. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he works you through your high, carefully slowing his movements.

Your ears ring but you can just barely make out his soft voice murmuring sweet praises to you. You can feel his lips glide across the skin of your cheek and over your face.

When your breathing returns to normal, your eyes flutter open to look at him. He has one hand brushing through your hair, his thumb stroking the skin of your temple. He’s already looking down at you, his eyes dancing across your face.

He barely has a chance to say anything before your shaky hands are reaching for his jeans, tugging at the button and zipper.

He chuckles heartedly and reaches between you two to grab your hands.

“You still want more?” He teases. You want to glare at him and his teasing but you’re desperate.

Your eyes go glassy and even wider for him – his number one weakness. You can see his teasing nature disappear at the sight of you so pliant beneath him.

“It’s just so much, Steve,” You whimper, forcing your lip to wobble. “I need you so bad,”

He grunts above you and his lips land over yours again. You can’t hide the smirk that covers your mouth.

He’s too easy.

His hands fumble with the zipper of his jeans while you push him off just enough to pull his shirt over his head. He’s occupied with his pants and you take the time to glide your palms across the skin of his broad shoulders. Your nails rake across him and down the skin of his chest, gliding over the muscles in his stomach.

Your eyes sweep across his bare body. His tanned skin littered with those moles you count as he sleeps. The few scars he has from playing sports growing up. He was so gorgeous, and he was all yours.

Finally, Steve kicks his jeans and boxers to the floor, leaving him just as bare to you as you were to him. Your hand cups around the back of his neck and you pull him down to meet your lips again.

It’s messy and uncoordinated but then his hand slips between you two, gripping himself in his palm and you feel the tip of his cock slide through your soaked folds. You both let out a shared moan at the first feeling of real contact together and he lazily slides against your pussy.

“Please baby,” You beg and it’s enough for him to finally slide home.

The feeling of Steve stretching you out is intense, pulling a whine from your chest. His arms collapse beneath him and he presses his chest against yours.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight baby,” He whines into your skin. Your arms wrap around his back, holding him to your chest tight.

Steve starts his pace immediately, deep and dizzying. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, thighs tightening around his hips and pulling him deeper inside you.

“St-Steve!” Your voice is a broken cry out.

He moans over you and gathers his strength to pull himself up to look down at you. His eyes catch the sight of where your pussy clenches around him, a white creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.

He groans at the sight, pushing even harder. Your body bounces beneath him with each unforgiving thrust. Your mouth is hung open and Steve takes the opportunity to slip his index and middle finger inside. Instinctively, your lips close around his fingers and you open your eyes to look at him when you suck.

Warm spit pools around around his fingers and slips past the corners of your mouth. He moans at the feeling of your wet mouth and soaking pussy covering him.

“God, you’re s’perfect. Like you were made for me, weren’t you, baby?”

You nod, brows scrunched tight and mouth full. He huffs a laugh out.

“Yeah, you are.” He groans, keeping his pace steady and relentless. “This is all you needed to feel better, huh? Needed me to fuck out the bad day,”

You whine around his fingers when the tip of his cock begins to kiss your cervix. Your thighs tighten and shake around his hips, your pussy spasming around him.

Steve groans when he feels it and he can tell you’re close, just like he is.

“Come on baby, give me another one.” His breathing is frantic and uneven. Sweat beads across his skin and his loose curl hands over his forehead. “Let me feel this pussy come all over me,”

Your second orgasm comes with hardly any warning as soon as the words leave his lips. Your mouth slips his fingers out and your body shakes as your pussy squeezes around his cock. Your lips are parted in silent moans, your entire body locked.

Steve moans at the feeling of you soaking him and with a few more thrusts, he collapses back over you, his mouth slanted into yours as you feel his cock twitch inside you until warm ropes of cum spill inside you.

You’re both whining messes against each other as you ride out your orgasms.

Even though you feel sticky and warm, your body finally feels completely relaxed as you melt into the mattress.  

After a few moments, Steve pushes himself up and gently kisses the skin of your face. He carefully pulls out, wincing at the sensitivity before cleaning you both up.

Your hearing slowly returns to normal, no longer clouded by the rush of blood in them, and you can hear the static of the finished record across the room.  

Steve quickly shuts it off, blows out the candles around the room and gathers clothes for the both you before returning back to you. He helps you dress before dressing himself and climbing into bed beside you.  

Your body is a limp mess when he gathers you in his big arms, pulling you into his chest. Your ear presses against his skin, listening to the beating of his heart.

“Feel better, baby?” He murmurs.