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bf!Steve who always apologizes with your favorite flowers and candy.
bf!Steve who is clingy and protective of you, wrapping his hands around your waist in public or pulling you to his side to show everyone your his.
bf!Steve who always comes to you for help in school, but always ends up distracting you from studying and you two end up making out until it’s time for him to go home.
bf!Steve who is completely oblivious as to why his favorite hoodies and shirts are going missing, only to find them laying about in your room with a “hey i’ve been looking for this!”
bf!Steve who has made it a routine to take you to a little dinner date every other weekend, even if he doesn’t have the money for it he will still make it work, just for you.
bf!Steve who loves trailing kisses from your jawline and down your neck, whispering sweet nothings to you.
bf!Steve who’s love language is physical touch, no matter the setting or time he will find a way to be touching you, whether it’s holding your hand, mindlessly playing with your hair, resting his leg against yours, or just resting his chin on your shoulder from behind.
bf!Steve who is just so sweet, always quick to correct his wrongs and apologize, he treats you with the upmost respect and care.
bf!Steve who would gladly take care of you while your sick, not caring about your germs and still giving you loving kisses all over your face. he even makes soup for you and makes sure you’re taking your medicine, and even tucks you into bed.
very much liking the idea reader of being at a party playing truth or dare which gets more and more perverted as the night goes on and everyone gets inebriated. being stuck doing near constant dares, all of which had a way of involving steve - sitting on his lap, kissing him, flashing him, feeding him maraschino cherries off the stem and watching the juice run down his chin before he licks it off, all the while staring at you intently. strong, warm hands groping your hips, pressing you down onto his crotch anytime he thinks you’re about to get up. reminding you quietly that the dare was to sit on his lap through the whole game. you can’t leave him now, can you? not when he’s so hard in his tight jeans, not in front of all of these people. you gotta sit there looking pretty and letting him grind himself up into your ass while you sweat and try to stay casual the next time you pick dare.
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Warnings: no smut but constant references to eventual smut, neck kissing, praise, honestly both reader and Steve are both switches with how I wrote this, dry humping, (slight) dirty talk, partial nudity, INSANELY long for no reason like it's just build up, not proof read
Boyfriend!Steve taking readers virginity! She is very nervous but also not because she's trying to be more confident!
I haven't written in like forever so here you go tumblr if you want the part two let me know because it is currently one in the morning and I will finish it tmr!!
Smut under the cut!
“Are you worried?” he murmurs, hazel eyes flicking up to look at you.
For a moment you want to say no, you'd like to lie and tell Steve that you're just as confident as he is, but it seems that the moment you open your mouth the words fall short.
“it's okay, I—I mean we don't have to, y'know, if you don't want to.” His thumb runs over the top button of your blouse, the smooth round stud so close to unlatching.
“I want to,” your words are barely a whisper. His hands drop from your collar and settle on your side.
He doesn't seem to believe you. Here you both were lying in your bed, parents gone away for the night. It's perfect, he'd been sweet and caring, he brought flowers and chocolate. Still, you're tense, and he can tell. He leans back into the bed beside you, head resting on the stomach of a comically sized bear he had won you. You sigh, leaning towards him, he quirks a brow.
“I want to,” you repeat, this time your tone more confident. Or at least as confident as you can be with him around. “I'd like to, Steve, I do, I just… I'm nervous.”
His lips quirk up a little, eyes trailing down your face as you look at him. If Steve was honest he really, really wanted you. God knows how many times he'd have to come up with some stupid excuse to go and jack off in the bathroom just because he kissed you. His teeth graze his bottom lip before he speaks again, that familiar playful look on his face.
“Show me.”
Your brows pull together, lips parting at his words.
“How do I—How should I—” you start. His hand travels from your side, sliding down the slope of it to instead find home on your hip, thumb brushing over the fabric of your jeans.
“Just do whatever you want,” He tells you, eyes focused and staring into yours with so much intensity that it jarrs you.
“what if I do something you don't like?” You inch closer, leg brushing his.
“I'll tell you.” His eyes flick to your lips. “But trust me, honey. I'd like everything as long as it's you.”
His words are so sickly sweet that you're sure you must have gotten a cavity. Steve was always good with words, smooth and sultry, everything you didn't know how exactly to be.
Your tongue slides over your bottom lip, wetting it slightly before swallowing. When you move closer to him, you can hear his breath the way it slips out of him so quickly when your hands settle on his chest for support, the red wool of his sweater warm under your palms.
“You're doing just fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes following your every move as you progress closer.
It's not like you haven't touched him before, that you haven't made out in bathrooms or behind the bleachers at graduation, but this was different. This seemed to have more meaning because of what would come after. His left hand moves to your face, thumb swiping over the apple of your cheek.
“Just focus on right now.”
It's as if he could read your mind, and you wondered if maybe you could read his too. You lean up, lips placing a soft peck on the corner of his lips, bubble gum lip gloss bound to leave a light shiny stain.
He starts to smile again, Steve liked kissing you. You knew that, it seemed to be one of his favourite things, along with the way you stammered or always seemed to get so jittery when you got too close, like you couldn't even handle the slightest touch. You'd like to prove that last one wrong, show him that you could handle him.
His lips start to lean up, expecting to kiss you back like he always would, but you shift, left hand coming up and moving his face to the side, giving access to his neck. He does it again, the breath sound, this time it seemed rushed, surprised as it falls from his lips. His hand flexes on your hip, as if he's trying not to squeeze you too tight at the feeling of you mouthing and nipping at his skin.
“There you go… that's it,” he breathes out, head tipping back. He seemed to be just as sensitive to your touch as you were to his.
“Unbutton my shirt,” you speak against his skin, breath warm and heated against the flesh of his neck. He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing.
His hands slide from their place and find the buttons again. He does it quick too, each button popping out so fast that you realise the last time he had almost taken your shirt off he must have been holding back.
You move closer, legs sliding between his as you plant yourself on one of them. You knew if you sat you'd feel him, you could imagine it. The pressure and the rubbing and everything that goes with that.
You let go of his face once you feel his hand slide into your shirt, palm warm against your shoulder as you pull your lips (reluctantly) off his neck.
He looks at you, eyes tracing the crevice of your collar bone all the way down to your chest, he could imagine running his tongue along the gaps, sliding and wetting it all down till he reached your core. Steve legs tense as you sit back, shifting on his lap so his thigh is resting under your sex and your own thigh nudging against the crotch of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he utters, lips parted as he takes in the sight, the feeling. Your own hands slide off the button up as it pools around you, your pretty little bra on display for him.
“Is this fine?” You ask, suddenly the previous display of confidence disintegrating as you take off a garment. He laughs, hazel eyes looking into yours.
“You kiddin’?” His hands smooth over your sides again, taking in the feeling of bear skin. “might bust in my jeans with the way you're lookin’”
“Steve!” Your cheeks flare.
“Sorry, honey, just—wow.”
You can't help the way your lips quirk into a smile that matches his, leaning forward. A moan falls from his lips but the sweet sound is quickly consumed when your lips fall on his. He kisses you enthusiastically, pads of his fingers seemingly less afraid to press into your skin. Or maybe he just wants to leave marks, as if they’ll remind both you and him of this night.
“Take it off,” you breathe, words slipping from your mouth into his as you speak in between kisses.
“I trust you.” You kiss him again. The feeling of his hands trailing over your skin to your back isn't something that's lost on you, In fact you'd rather it occur more after this.
“You sure?” He pulls away.
His hands find the clasp, unlatching it and helping to pull the garment off of you. Your hands find his face, settling on the sides of his jaw, thumbs resting on his cheek bone as you kiss him. Steve can't help but peek, one eye opening to just see the site of your bear breasts.
“Oh my god.”
The words are swallowed by your mouth on his. Hands slide hesitantly, but when you lean in, all notion of hesitance stops. His thumb runs over your nipple, feeling the soft supple skin harden at his touch, he moans into your mouth and the sound spurs you on. Your hips move without thinking, sliding over his thigh, your layers of fabric stopping some sensation but not all. You gasp, he pulls away.
“Was that good?” He asks, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you, hands still grabbing and touching your bear chest.
“Ah—oh,” his head tips back and this time you watch him. You get to view the gorgeous sight of Steve Harrington tip his head back, and silently swear under his breath. His eyes shut, mouth agape as he reacts to even the barest of touches. His lips are shiny from your lip gloss, pink and swollen slightly when his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
You nod, head falling forward slightly as you repeat the action, denim jeans and cotton panties soaking up any slick your needy hole might be leaking. Your hands shift down and plant on his chest, balling up the wool of his sweater. You needed to hold onto him. You do it again and Steve watches, he wants so desperately to see the way your brows pinch together and your mouth part to inhale sharply. Your thigh kicks up, nudging him, he jolts.
“I—I want, I want your shirt off.”
He takes a moment, still recovering from the little sensation that still seemed to set his body aflame, then his hands drop from your chest, curling around the ends of his sweater and when you let go of it, pulling it off his body, hair falling back a little more messy at the action.
Your hands smooth over his chest, traces of regrowing hair flatten under your palms. You would make a note of asking him not to shave it anymore. Your view shifts to his face, Bambi eyes and parted lips meet you, you lean in.
It's like instinct, the way your lips glide against his when you kiss. Tongues dart in and you can hear the sound of your own saliva mixing with his, you would have found it rather gross if you didn't like him so much.
You pull away, a line of spit connects the both of you.
“Jeans.. I..,” you trail off.
“Yeah?” He doesn't finish the sentence for you, instead just urging you to instead. He wants to hear you say it, he wants you to tell him what to do again.
“I want them off,” you finally admit, swallowing after.
Steve is hesitant at first, not because he doesn't want to, no, he wants to, the growing situation in his jeans definitely wants to. He's just not sure if you're ready yet, he swipes his thumb over your hip bone.
“.. like?”
“Can I… can I try somethin’ honey?” he asks, voice soft like the hum of a radio.
“I just want to make sure you're ready.”
“I told you I'm ready, Steve. I—I showed you, didn't I?” you say, brows pulling together in confusion. He cracks a smile.
“Not that kind of ready, I mean…” his tongue wets his bottom lip. “Wanna stretch you out a little before we really go all in, wanna make sure it doesn't hurt too much.”
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What if was Steve dreaming about reader cheating on him?🧡
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
WHAT IF? - MAKE IT BETTER ☁️
You woke up to Steve already staring at you.
It would’ve been startling if you weren’t already well used to the feel of him so close, bare skin warm from bed, hair mussed, brown eyes sleepy. Except this time, this morning, they were clouded.
Frowning, you stared back at Steve’s scowl. Neither of you were what would be considered a morning person, and with the faint yellow-blue glow of the day coming in from the gap in the curtains, you guessed it was still early.
Too early for someone to as annoyed as Steve looked.
You grumbled as you shifted between the sheets, voice groggy and eyes still bleary as you yawned into your pillow. Huffing, you rolled onto your side and nudged at Steve’s jaw with your nose. Your cold hands found his bed warmed side, fingers trailing over the hills of his ribs.
“Who pissed in your cornflakes?”
Steve huffed right back, titling his chin up to make space for the way your head buried itself into the crook of his neck. His body was tense, but still, he moved his legs to allow your own to wedge itself between his thighs.
“Harvey Gleeson,” Steve replied, haughty sounding and voice still rough with sleep.
You paused, not expecting there to be someone to actually pin the blame on. Brows furrowed in confusion, you lifted your head from Steve’s chest and stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
Steve didn’t give one.
“Excuse me?”
Cheeks flushed, Steve’s scowl deepened. “You heard,” he mumbled, suddenly squirming with embarrassment. He scrunched his nose, eyes crinkling as he weighed up his next words. “Gleeson. Had a stupid dream,” Steve groaned, pushing his face into the pillow when he saw you grin.
You laughed, thick still with sleep but you wriggled yourself closer to the boy, stealing the warmth that had snuck from his body to the sheets. You wrapped yourself around him, legs intertwined, arms wound around his neck so you could sink your fingers into his hair. You pouted, trying to contain your smile.
“You did?” You sounded smug, awfully so, even to your ears. You couldn’t help it though, stupid dreams were something you specialised in, not Steve. “What happened?”
Steve grumbled again, his face pushed to your chest instead of his pillow now. You felt his lips ghost over the skin there, mouthing at your collarbone until the heat settled from his face.
“You, like, totally ran away with him.” Steve sounded pained, less grouchy now that you were awake and wrapped around him, your nails scratching nicely at the nape of his neck, your lips pressed to his temple. “Just up and left, ditched town and jumped into the front of his stupid, souped up mustang and said sayonara-”
You gasped, dramatic enough for Steve to bite at your shoulder and make you squeak, but you were laughing, head thrown back and eyes creasing in the corners. “Oh shit! Not the mustang—”
“— it’s so fucking dumb,” Steve interrupted but he was laughing too, a poor attempt at smothering it by hiding his smile against your chest. But his shoulders were shaking and you could hear his grin, his happiness. “Who spends that much on a car and asks for the paint to be piss yellow?”
You hummed, fully awake now with amusement making you feel more energised than any cup of coffee. Steve was moving, pushing you back into his pillows, his elbows caging you in as he propped himself over you. His hair was a lovely mess, his smile even prettier. A full on grin he couldn’t hide and he was looking down at you with those sleepy eyes, honey coloured and doting.
“You’re right,” you agreed, nodding with the most serious look you could muster. “Who even does that?” Your fingers found the loose stands of hair that curled around Steve’s ears and you pushed them back, your touch careful and full of affection. “S’a good thing I like my men with beemers, huh?”
Steve turned pink at your words, the source of his original grouchiness hit by a spotlight.
“Yeah?”
You grinned, unable to help it. “Oh yeah,” you continued, leaning up to kiss where you could. Your lips met the underside of his jaw, the point of his chin. “Love me a BMW. ‘Specially a little brown number—“
“— it’s burgundy, baby, we spoke about this—“
“— but there’s just something about their drivers, y’know?”
Steve rolled his eyes, hoping to appear more casual than he looked. His ears were tipped red, his eyes soft. “There is?” He asked.
“Mhmm.” You hummed, smiling, nose bumping Steve’s cheek as he leaned down, lips brushing your own in a kiss about to come. “They’re my favourite.”
Don't care if it's been said before but Steve Harrington has the perfect nose to ride.
Just look at it, it's so straight and so pointy and looks so soft at the same time. just his tongue pushing against your entrance and licking at it so eagerly while you're riding his face that his nose bumps into your clit from time to time until you finally take it upon yourself to do it so you pin his head to the bed with a hand gripping at his hair tightly while you lower yourself on his face more, grinding against his puffy lips, the tip of his nose catching your clit with every hump forward...the man is gone before he knows it, his eyes rolled back and his hips rutting up into thin air
just him being a pretty mess under you while you use him <3
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ahem. men who stutter when they’re fucking you because you feel so good, who whimper thank yous in your ear because they can’t believe they get to be inside of you, who whine for you to kiss them and touch them and all of their rough persona seems to fade away a little because they need to feel as much of you as they can, they need your physical contact, sometimes you whisper that they’re handsome or that you love them and they whimper out that they’re not gonna last long, they’re so close, and knowing that you want them pushes them over the edge completely
co-worker!steve harrington x fem!reader | enemies to lovers
Your annoying and unbearable co-worker, Steve Harrington, makes a bet you're all certain he can’t win…but maybe you both hope he will. | Posting on Monday Nights, 7pm Central Time
Come Crashing Through Your Door - 11/13
Can't Hold Out Forever
Afraid To Let It Show
Getting Closer Than I Ever Thought
Cold, Dark Winter's Night
I'm Following You, Girl
Forgotten What I Started Fighting For
Crawl Upon the Floor
Baby, I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
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This entire series and my page is 18+ / Eventual Smut
Short chapters, about 1k total each, and the entire thing spans only one week.
It all came about from this ask here. I really just wanted to have fun and write and try new things, challenge myself to write small chapters and explore a trope and styles of writing I haven't yet. Ultimately it just really pulled me out of writer's block and let me have fun during a time I really need to. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy this little series about not wanting to fall for your co-worker who you hate but secretly also sorta like maybe?
doggy, missionary, spooning, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, lotus, upside down, inside out, one leg up, two legs up, in public, on a spaceship, in the garden, on the grass, in a car, in the theater, in the jungle, in the hunger games, on a kitchen counter. no lube, no protection, all day, all night, from the back, from the front, upside down, sideways, in a chair, standing up, from the bed to the carpeted floor, from the kitchen floor to toilet seat, from the dining table to the laundry room.
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
An enemies to lovers AU. Join the team at the Upside Down Arcade, where the machines eat your quarters and the staff have some personal issues. Stay tuned for the Pick Your Own Adventure polls to progress in the story.
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Summary: Reader finally convinces Spencer to go to the beach with her. Turns out it's a nude beach.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) nudity, awkwardness, teasing, fingering, handjob, semi-public sex (in a car), unprotected penetrative sex
Author's Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Challenge!
Word Count: 3.5k
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After solving a case at this picturesque, vacation-like place, your boss decided that your team should stay for another day for some much needed time off. It was the perfect opportunity for a beach day.
When everyone started making plans for the day at the breakfast table, you realized that nobody wanted to go see the ocean with you. Half of your team decided to go to a spa while the others planned a hike. Neither of those options were particularly intriguing for Spencer but he still didn’t agree to come to the beach with you.
Spencer explained why he’d rather stay in the hotel, “Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull fe–”
“Come on, pretty boy! I’m sure you’d find some engaging topography if you go with (y/n),” Morgan teased the both of you.
“That’s inappropriate,” JJ scolded her coworker before snickering, “He’s right though.”
You felt your cheeks heating up at their words. Spencer had never looked at you for longer than was necessary, so you knew your team was just joking around. However, the thought of him getting excited to see you in a swimsuit let your heart skip a beat.
Spencer looked between you and the other team members before asking, “You guys won’t stop until I agree, right?”
With the sweetest tone in your voice you practically begged him, “Please, Spencer! I don’t want to go alone.”
Defeatedly, he sighed, “Fine. Let’s go to the beach.”
A quick online search for the closest beach later you were on your way to the shore with your favorite coworker. Once you arrived it only took you a couple of seconds to make a very interesting discovery. It took Spencer a little longer than that.
He placed a blanket on the sand and sat down before he looked around. A grin had already formed on your face, curious about his reaction. You took off your shirt and shorts, revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Spencer kept turning his head before locking eyes with you again.
"I think this is a nude beach," he finally realized.
When you reached back to undo your bikini top, his eyes widened and he squeaked, "What are you doing?!"
You just shrugged and said, "When in Rome."
"What?!"
"It means that you should adopt the customs of the place you are visiting," you explained the same way he usually did.
Spencer shook his head, clearly having trouble to wrap his mind around what was happening. "N.. No, I know what it means! I just meant… don't you want to leave?"
"Nope," you chirped and let your bikini top drop to the ground.
Spencer's sight followed the piece of fabric before he made the mistake of looking up again. After getting a glimpse of your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes, already feeling overwhelmed with this situation.
You didn't think he had anything to apologize for but he did it anyway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to– "
"It's okay, you can look," you laughed. "We're at a nude beach, you won't be able to avoid seeing naked people."
"I really think we should leave," he said, his eyes glued to the floor.
"You're really gonna leave me here on my own with a bunch of strangers?” You asked and added, “While I'm naked?"
"No, of course not!” Spencer protested as he found your eyes. “I want you to come with me."
"Not gonna happen. I missed the ocean too much to just leave again. Besides, we haven't gotten a day off in months."
He stared at your face with disbelief in his eyes. You emphasized your words by reaching for the waistband of your bikini bottoms, pulling them down as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck!” Spencer whined as he turned away from you.
“That bad, huh? I always thought I looked alright naked,” you said while pretending to be offended.
“What? No! It’s not that, you’re very..,” he mumbled as he turned his head to look at you again, just to regret this decision instantly. “Ugh, sorry, I… I’m just uncomfortable.”
“I would be too if I was the only one wearing clothes at a nude beach,” you snickered.
You sat down beside him, studying his facial expression while he kept looking into the distance. You reached for your bikini, ready to put it back on when he still seemed uncomfortable around you.
His sight followed your hand as it grabbed the piece of fabric before he asked, “What about adopting the customs of the place you’re visiting?”
“It’s okay, we can leave.”
The initial shock of seeing you naked seemed to have worn off for now as Spencer dared to look at you again. “We can leave if you want to but I don’t want you to go just because I’m being a little… dramatic.”
A rosy shade was covering his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was from the sun or from being embarrassed.
“I really want to stay but I also don’t want you to spend the whole time being uncomfortable,” you confessed.
Spencer smiled at you. He was sincere when he said, “I’m fine, I just needed a second to adjust. We can stay.”
You got excited to be able to finally have your beach day and chirped, “So… are you taking your clothes off now or what?”
With a dramatic sigh, Spencer asked, “Do I have a choice?”
“Not really. I swear I’ll behave and only look at your penis for a second.”
“As long as you don’t laugh,” he joked.
“No promises.”
Your words made him laugh and you chimed in with your own giggles. When he finally started undressing, you understood how Spencer must have felt moments before when you took your clothes off. It was impossible for you to keep your eyes on him without having your whole face heat up.
You distracted yourself by putting on sunscreen but kept watching Spencer’s movements from the corners of your eyes. You realized that you had only seen him in button-down shirts and long pants before today and now he was sitting beside you, completely bare. You had to try really hard to not let your thoughts wander to all those impure things you often fantasized about alone at night.
When you realized that you’d be needing help with putting sunscreen on your back, your eyes fell to his hands. You couldn’t stop your mind from racing to the thought of him touching so much more of your body. With a couple of deep breaths you managed to get your composure back and handed him the bottle.
He instinctively reached for it before he realized what you were asking.
You smiled at him when you wanted to know, “Could you please put some on my back?”
“Wh..What?”
You shifted your position until you were sitting in front of him so he could reach your back. He was hesitant to do what you were asking for. After a couple of seconds you finally felt his palms tentatively moving over your shoulders and back. He was carefully spreading the sunscreen over your skin and you savored every moment of feeling his fingertips against your body. Unfortunately it was over quicker than you would have liked.
When he was done, you reached for the bottle again and offered, “I can put it on your back as well.”
Spencer shook his head, “No, I’m good. I put on sunscreen back in the hotel.”
You didn’t accept his answer and moved to kneel behind him while you said, "Please don't make me recite statistics about sunburns, that’s usually your job. There’s no way you’re able to reach own back."
Spencer considered his options for a second before telling you, “Fine, you can do it.”
You took your time putting the lotion on his shoulders and back and noticed how tense he was. He was looking into the distance when you noted, "You seem distracted,”
"I just try to keep my mind occupied."
"You really need to learn how to relax a little," you snickered and began to massage his shoulders.
To your surprise, he leaned into your touch while a sigh fell from his lips.
Curious about what was going on in his head, you wondered, "So, what is it that currently occupies your brain?"
"Baseball."
You felt like you were missing some context. Spencer wasn’t into sports, so you asked, "Why would you think about baseball?"
Spencer took a deep breath before he mumbled, "I have heard other men claiming that it helps. It's not really working though."
Suddenly you understood what he was implying.
“Ah, the disadvantages of the male anatomy,” you snickered. “Okay now I really wanna know, who is it? Who got your attention?”
Spencer seemed confused about your question, almost as if it should have been obvious to you. You tried to follow his line of sight and landed on a gorgeous young woman in front of you.
"That dark-haired woman over there has a really nice body. Is it her?" You wanted to know.
Spencer closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, "Please stop."
His reaction made you laugh. “Oh it’s definitely her.”
He turned his head to find your eyes. “Do you want to go into the water? Cooling off sounds like a good idea.”
Spencer got up from the blanket and reached out his hand for you.
Raising your eyebrows at him, you wondered, “I thought you hated the ocean?”
With him standing in front of you with all the glory his body had to offer, you finally dared to actually look at him. It was only when you noticed his not-so-subtle erection that you realized that the both of you desperately needed to cool down.
“That was longer than one second,” Spencer reminded you. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Sorry!” You chirped as you reached for his hand to get up as well.
Spencer didn’t let go of your hand once you were on your feet, instead he kept pulling as he basically sprinted towards the water with you just two steps behind him. You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his odd behavior. Running was already unusual for him but heading towards the ocean? That wasn’t like Spencer at all.
He didn’t let go of your hand nor stop once the cool liquid met your feet, quickly moving further into the water until it reached your neck. Your body didn’t get a chance to adjust to the temperature and you could feel how every cell of your body was on edge because of it. However, the erratic beating of your heart might have had a different cause.
Even when you could barely stand, Spencer didn’t stop.
“Spencer, you’re taller than me. I can’t go in further,” you laughed.
He turned his head to find your eyes and let go of your hand. It seemed like your words might have gotten him out of whatever spell he was under. That was until he stepped closer to you. With a smirk spreading over his cheeks he closed the distance between your bodies to wrap his arm around your waist. Before you realized what was happening, he had lifted your toes off the sandy ground of the ocean to carry you even further in.
A surprised cry fell from your lips at the sensation and you instinctively clung your arms around his neck. Spencer didn’t stop until the beach was barely visible and the water almost reached his chin. Only when he stopped moving did you realize how close the two of you were. Your body was pressed into his side, skin on skin, and your face was close enough to his cheek that you were sure he could feel your breath against it.
“Spencer, what are you doing?” You finally dared to ask.
Before he could answer, an ocean wave came up from behind you, almost knocking the both of you over. Without thinking about it, you gripped his body even tighter and wrapped your legs around his hip while he buried his fingertips into your waist. The way you clung onto him must have resembled a spider monkey. This whole situation could have been adorably cute if it hadn’t been for the fact that the two of you were completely naked.
After the wave had subsided and he seemed sure that he had you securely held against the side of his body, he finally mumbled, “I don’t like how they look at you.”
“What?”
You leaned back slightly to be able to look at him but his sight was fixated in the direction of the beach.
“The guy on the towel beside us. He looked at you and he wasn’t the only one.”
A little confused, you reminded him, “So? You were looking at that woman.”
He turned his head to lock eyes with you. “No, I wasn’t.”
You heard his words but they didn’t make any sense at all. Before you could ask what he meant, he explained, “How could I even think of another woman when I’m with you.”
“You were thinking about me?” You muttered in disbelief.
“And baseball,” he joked.
It was almost impossible to wrap your mind around what Spencer was saying. Your lips parted several times to voice your thoughts but nothing came out. It was hard to believe that he might reciprocate your feelings, never before had he even implied that he was attracted to you.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he looked at you again. “It’s not just because you’re naked. It’s because it’s you… and you’re naked.”
A few moments passed of the two of you just staring at each other. The gold of his irises was more intense than usual with the sun reflecting in them. It felt like you could drown in the comfort they provided but it was nothing compared to the sensation of his lips finally meeting yours.
There was no way to tell who leaned in first but you were both eager to deepen the kiss within seconds. When his tongue met yours the heat the sun provided was nothing compared to the warmth spreading through your chest. You shifted your position until you were in front of him, your chest pressed against his and your legs wrapped tightly around his hips. His hardness was pressed firmly against your inner thigh when you felt it twitch against you.
“God,” Spencer groaned against your lips, “I can’t believe this is happening in the middle of the ocean.”
You leaned back to look at him as you purred, “Maybe we should get back to the hotel?”
“Great idea,” he chuckled. “Let’s go.”
With a similar hurriedness as before, the two of you made your way back to the beach, drying off and putting on your clothes at record speed. When you arrived at the car, Spencer hesitated to get into the driver’s seat.
You walked towards him and offered, “Do you want me to drive?”
He shook his head and placed his hands on your hips. With more force than you had expected, he pushed you against the door of the car to kiss you feverishly. Your hand found the nape of his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair to playfully pull on it.
“Spencer,” you breathed against his lips, “We’ll never make it to the hotel like this.”
“I need you right now,” he groaned. “I can’t wait.”
You pulled back to look at him. His pupils had almost completely swallowed the gold of his irises, staring at you like a man starved. There was no need to share words for you to know what he was suggesting. The van had tinted windows and it only took a few seconds to fold down the rear seats, making the trunk large enough for the two of you.
Spencer placed the blanket in the trunk to make it more comfortable (and less messy - this was a government vehicle after all) before you climbed inside to lie down beside him. His hands were on you immediately, almost ripping your shirt and shorts off as they greedily roamed over your skin. You were just as eager, your lips only ever leaving his to get rid of his clothes.
When no more fabric was covering you, he took a moment to unabashedly look at your body and coo, “You’re so beautiful. I will never get enough of seeing you like this.”
“Maybe we should go to nude beaches more often, then,” you teased him.
One of his hands snuck down your body until they met your thighs, gently spreading them while he whispered, “I’d rather have you alone.”
As his fingertips made contact with your slick folds, a moan fell from his lips. He softly kissed you while he started drawing circles around your little bud.
“You’re so wet,” he purred. “Is that all for me?”
A desperate “Yes,” fell from your lips between quiet mewls and whimpers.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned when you began grinding your hips against his fingers.
“I might have a hunch, actually,” you teased him as you reached down his body.
A smirk spread over your face as your hand wrapped around his length. He felt hot and heavy in your palm as you began stroking him, his tip already leaking with desire when you brushed your thumb over it. His entire body trembled at the pleasure your touch provided, almost making him forget about his own mission to focus on you.
“Fuck!” He groaned and you accelerated the pace of your hand. “Feels so good.”
When he remembered about his hand between your legs, he continued showing his affection for you. His fingers found no resistance when they carefully began pressing into you, moving against your core until your arousal was dripping into his palm.
“Please, Spencer,” you panted against his face when the pressure became almost overwhelming.
“My sweet girl,” he cooed and slowed down the motions of his hand. “What do you need?”
Everything was somehow too much and not enough at the same time but you were certain that you might dissolve if you didn’t feel his cock inside you anytime soon.
“You. I need you, please,” you whined. “Fuck me.”
Hearing those words almost made him finish right then and there. He managed to keep his composure by gently moving your hand away from his erection. Once he was on top of you, he reached between your bodies to guide himself to your entrance. With a tilt of your hips and your legs wrapping around his body, you let him glide into you with ease.
“You feel so good,” he praised you. “So good for me.”
The intense pressure he provided made you feel light-headed. Your walls clenched around him and were answered by him twitching inside you. His lips found yours at the same time he began moving, slowly pushing into you over and over again. There was no way to tell where his body ended and yours began as you melted into one another.
When he accelerated his pace you began dancing along the brink of euphoria. Despite his weight on top of you it felt like you might begin floating at any moment now. You closed your eyes for a moment only to open them once again when Spencer slowed down.
“Don’t stop,” you whimpered.
His eyes were wide when he looked at you and muttered, “Sorry, I.. I’m so close.”
You began grinding your hips against his as you sighed, “Me, too.”
That seemed to encourage him once more, moving against you harder than before. He watched you intently as you scrunched up your face and your breath staggered, desperate to finally find relief. With one particular hard thrust you fell over the edge, a loud moan escaping your lips as your body began to tremble.
When Spencer felt your walls pulsing around him, he dared to let go himself, throbbing inside you as he shared his essence with you. When he had nothing left to give, he collapsed into your arms, his face buried into the crook of your neck. Once he had caught his breath again, he dared to separate your bodies to reach for some tissues in your bag to contain the mess of the shared evidence of your desire.
When Spencer wiped some droplets of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand you realized how hot it had gotten inside the car. Both of you were in desperate need of a shower, so you decided to go back to the hotel right away. When you were on your way back, you reached out your hand to gently brush over Spencer’s fingertips on the steering wheel.
“Thank you for coming with me today. And thanks for staying despite the surprise.”
He turned his head to smile at you and say, “I’d do just about anything for you. Besides, not all of today’s surprises were that bad.”
Smirking at him, you teased, “We should skip the beach next time, though.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
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