18+ frat!steve & his love for how sensitive your nipple are.
<3 inspired by this thought by @stevenose <3
steve slips into your lecture like he owns the place. backward hat, grin sharp, smelling like weed and cologne when he drops into the seat beside you. you smile because you think itâs sweetâhim showing up when you werenât expecting himâbut heâs already got ulterior motives glinting behind his lashes.
his arm slings over the back of your chair, his thigh spreading wide until it brushes yours. he leans in close like heâs whispering something for you alone. âempty in here,â he hums, eyes dragging over the handful of students scattered down front, the professor droning on. ânobodyâs even looking.â
his hand slides down. innocent at first, resting heavy on your hip, thumb stroking lazy circles through your shirt. until it doesnât stop there. until itâs dragging higher. until youâre shifting in your seat because you know what heâs doing, what heâs after.
fingers brushing just under your breast before curling upward. his palm cupping you, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow over the tight bud beneath your shirt. you gasp, sharp and soft, jerking a little in your chair. his grin goes wolfish.
âyeah?â he murmurs, voice dropping dark, low. âforgot how sensitive these are, huh?â
âsteveââyou hiss, clutching the edge of the desk, âweâre in class.â
he doesnât give you time to argue. thumb pressing harder, rolling, pinching. you bite down on your lip, your legs shifting restlessly under the desk. steve watching you with pure heat in his eyes, the proud, smug tilt of his mouth only making it worse.
two fingers pinch tighter, twisting until you whimper, the sound barely swallowed by your throat. he leans closer, breath hot against your ear. âthatâs it, baby. squirming and iâve barely touched you.â
âpleaseâfuck.â you whisper, breath shaky, your voice breaking on the plea.
he alternates between soft and cruel. brushing light strokes that make your nipples strain against your shirt before suddenly pinching, tugging until you jolt. rolling the bud between his fingers like heâs testing how much you can take.
your body betrays you, arching forward into his palm. the ache pooling low in your belly, cunt clenching around nothing while he toys with you mercilessly.
âfuck, i love this trick,â he mumbles, sounding almost dazed as he rubs his thumb over the stiff peak. âdonât even have to get my hand in your panties. can make you cum right here.â a sharp pinch, your breath catching, âjust from these pretty tits.â
âoh my god,â you choke out, head tipping back against the chair. âsteve, i canâtâIâm gonna,â
your thighs press together, trying to ease the throbbing heat. he catches it, of course, and laughs under his breath. âpoor baby. so desperate. wanna cum for me, huh?â
âyes,â you whimper, shameless, clutching his wrist to keep him there. âfuck, yes i do.â
his hand doesnât stop. pinching, twisting, rolling, rubbing in steady, merciless rhythm until your toes curl in your sneakers and your nails bite into the desk. the friction is unbearable, unbearable until itâs too much, until youâre coming apart silently, gushing from nothing but his fingers playing with your tits through your shirt.
you collapse against the back of the chair, thighs trembling, trying to catch your breath. steve leans in, kisses your cheek sweet like he didnât just ruin you in the middle of your lecture.
âtold you,â he smirks, wiping his thumb over your nipple once more just to watch you twitch. âbest party trick iâve ever learned.â
âfuck you,â you whisper, still shaking, eyes glassy.
âalready did, babe,â he grins, âand iâm not done.â
a couple days later andâ the nightâs a blur of cheap beer and sticky floors and now youâre crammed in the backseat of some beatup car with steveâs frat brothers. youâre perched on his lap because thereâs no space, pressed tight against him, his arms looped around your waist like he isnât planning to let you go.
everyoneâs loud. music thumping through shitty speakers, the guys yelling about nothing in particular. itâs cover enough when steve leans in, mouth dragging along your jaw, nosing at your throat. heâs drunk, unashamed, whispering hot nonsense into your skin.
then he feels it. your nipples stiff under your top, AC blasting right against you. his grin turns wicked against your neck.
âfuck, baby,â he breathes, hand sliding up under your shirt without hesitation, âyouâre making it too easy.â
you shake your head, whispering desperate, âsteveâdonât. not here.â
but his fingers are already rolling the tight puffy peaks, pinching just enough to make your thighs twitch. your cunt clenches hard around nothing, wet heat pooling until your panties are sticky and damp. if you shifted even a little you know it would seep through, darken the front of his jeans. his other arm locks around your waist, keeping you snug in his lap while you bury your face into his neck, muffling every little sound.
âyeah, thatâs it,â he mutters, drunk and smug, âhide it. hide how bad you like it. god, i can feel you shaking already.â
his mouth is busy, sucking hickeys into your throat, biting just hard enough to make you whimper. his fingers wonât let upâtugging, twisting, rubbing rough over the swollen puffy buds. every time you jolt, he laughs low, almost cruel.
âyou gonna cum for me again? just like in class?â he taunts, voice slurred with booze and arousal. âfuck, baby, imagine if they knew. if they knew all i gotta do is play with your tits and youâre gone.â
your hips grind helplessly down into his lap, the swollen head of his cock stiffening under you, pressing right against your slick heat. it makes your thighs squeeze tighter, nails biting into his shoulders. you choke on a moan, trying to smother it into his neck, but one slips out sharp and strangled.
the frat brother driving flicks his eyes up to the rearview mirror, brows quirking at the sound.
âyou good back there?â he calls, suspicious.
steve doesnât even flinch. grins against your skin, fingers giving one cruel twist that makes your breath stutter.
âyeah, sheâs fine,â he says easily, casual, cocky. âjust tired. iâll take care of her.â
your whole body seizes, legs trembling, and he feels itâfeels you cum in his lap, silent except for the desperate little gasps you canât swallow. your wetness seeps through your panties, spreading across his zipper, and his cock throbs hard beneath you. but he doesnât even care about his own need. just leans back, smug as hell, stroking your tits through the aftermath while the car barrels down the road.
