#dps fic

Getting a girlfriend had already seemed like a miracle in itself. Somehow getting you to agree to a date even if he was short and his glasses were always smudged. You smiled at him kindly and actually found it cute. He figured it could earn him at the very most two months of dates, a few kisses, and if he was lucky some over the bra action. Instead he had landed himself 10 long months and counting, and your delicate hand touching him more intimately than it ever had before. 

“Someone’s handsy,” he jokes, a little nervous as he fixes the glasses on his head. You peer up at him, over the edge of your own glasses, a sly smile on your face as you drag a hand across his pelvis. 

“Is it bothering you?” you ask sweetly, obviously knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway. There was something about him today, the way his ginger curls brushed along his forehead and the white button down on his form. He looked sexy and a part of you wanted a little more Meeks than you usually got. 

“No-no. Not if it’s bothering you?” he says, voice catching with nerves and you grin. It’s the first time you’ve felt a desire to be intimate like this and maybe it’s because you love him more than predicted or he looks especially good. Either way you wanted all of him, even if it was a first for the both of you. 

“No, in fact I want more,” you say sheepishly, cheeks tinting red under his gaze. Something flips inside of Steven’s stomach at the request, realizing what you had meant. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, certain his heart would either pound out of his chest or stop completely. He had dreamed of this moment, years of being in an all boys school and unable to come up with a scenario tangible enough to be real. When you nod he realizes this is it, and he needed to focus.

His once innocently placed hands slide low onto your hips, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he maneuvers you into his lap. You smile down at him, hands settling onto his chest as you feel a part of him stir beneath you, one you had yet to discover. One you planned on being very familiar with by the time you were done so you didn’t hesitate before kissing him deeply and grinding your heat down into him. 

“You’re so handsome,” you tell him hotly against his mouth, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as his erection curves along your ass. He chuckles, squeezing his eyes to steady himself as your lips peck searing kisses into his neck and chest as you reveal more and more of him. To your delight, he’s as covered in freckles as his face suggests and it earns him another sweet kiss directly to his abdomen. Steven’s stomach jumps at the sensation and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

Slowly you lower yourself down the rest of his body, letting him feel all of you on the way down. You giggle at his expression as you grab the hem of your blouse and tug it over your head. He watches with focused eyes as you reveal so much bare skin to him. When you notice how in awe he already is, you don’t hesitate to reach around and unclasp your bra as well. His eyes only stray from your chest for a moment to see your fingers abandon the article of clothing somewhere on his dorm floor before returning. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says matter of fact and you blush, trying to maintain your confidence as you reach for the button of his jeans. He’s nervous in an excited way and it’s clear you are too by the way your fingers tremble as you pop the button and ease his zipper down. 

Noticing you both have the jitters, Meeks goes to sit up and help you pull his pants down but you decide to lift up at the same time, heads bumping together. A wince leaves his lips the same time your glasses knock off and sit crooked on your face. Stopping to look at each other, hands pressed to the forming goosebumps on each of your heads, you can’t help but laugh at the irony of it all. Meeks quickly inspects you for further injury but the pain has already subsided, his gentle hands fixing the glasses on your face.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asks in a teasing voice and you smile, determined as ever. Instead of answering you push him back to the mattress, finger pointing to ensure he stays put, before dipping all of them into his waistband. Steven’s length hardens even more at the dominance you show and the determination to get him out of his pants. It also didn’t help that you were wearing only a skirt and glasses, the rest of you on display for him to see. 

“Listen I’ve never done this so if it’s bad, just tell me,” you inform him before tugging the clothing off of him. It’s not what you had expected but at the same time still good. Tall and proud, angry red tip grazing his abdomen, and twitching from the way you study him. He’s certain anything you do will be good but he’s too turned on to speak. Finally he finds his words. 

“Can we try something?” he asks and you freeze, looking at him with curiosity. Already half lowered to your knees you straighten up and smooth out the skirt you should’ve long since abandoned. 

“Um, sure,” you shrug, weirdly comfortable with the open and awkward way you were both approaching this. It was clear no one’s first time was perfect but this could be close, a love and understanding shared between you both that made it more real and intimate than just a hookup. 

“What if we did it at the same time, you sit on my face while also taking care of me down there,” it takes a moment for you to comprehend until the image appears in your head, thighs pressing together at the prospect. With a heavy blush on your cheeks, you nod and reach for the zipper on the skirt. 

“Wait— can you leave it on?” something burns in your chest at the request, growing wetter after learning this new thing about him. That it turned him on, the idea of you in just a skirt. So you nod and reach under the fabric to remove only your panties. Steven’s eyes watching closely as the fabric glides down your legs and becomes confirmation that you are completely bare under the skirt just for him. 

Moving with uncertainty, you start to mount the dorm bed, trying to align yourself in the most convenient way to attain this position and finally warm hands squeeze your thighs. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you admit, looking into his eyes from an awkward angle and Steven smiles, a heavy love for you settling into his bones. 

“You won’t,” he assures before helping you guide your leg up and over his face. Knowing he can now see all of you, your body freezes under his gaze, a fight or flight reaction to whatever response you may get. When you feel his finger drag through your folds you relax and realize he wanted this as badly as you. Shoving his glasses off his head, he urges you to lower yourself, and you obey while your stomach swoops with anticipation. 

“Oh wow,” you gasp, the feeling of his tongue flattening against you and exploring a part of your body he never has before. The sensation gives you the courage to grasp his cock in your palm, squeezing softly and pumping over the flesh. It causes Steven to moan directly into your heat and provides a new feeling that has you whining and softly grinding down onto him. 

Wanting to return the favor you bend to drag your tongue across his tip, slowly tasting him and getting used to the feeling of him on your tongue. Each brush of your mouth and hand earns you that vibrating feeling from his moans so you take him fully into your mouth, testing how far you can take him before bobbing back up. You both find a pattern, discovering a particular movement the other liked until you both couldn’t take much more of each other. Lost in the feeling you don’t expect the suddenness of him lifting you up and away from his face. 

“I’m sorry baby but I’m close and I want to be inside of you, please,” he begs and you release him, drool covering your chin as you swing your leg away. Now unpinned from underneath you, he moves quickly, fixing you against the mattress before retrieving a condom from his bedside drawer. You feel yourself clench around nothing, watching as he pulls the condom on and then adjusts your ass to the edge of the bed.

“Ready?” he asks and you nod, desperate to finish and feel him inside you. Taking a few deep breaths he lines himself up at your entrance, glasses lost in the sheets of the bed, as he slips inside you. A loud moan rips out of you and in a daring moment he reaches for your breasts, feeling the flesh and twitching inside of you as he slowly pumps in and out. 

“Feels so good,” you whine, hands grasping at his arms, and nails digging into his skin. Steven doesn’t mind, using it as a distraction to not finish before you. When he pinches each of your nipples your orgasm finally washes over you, sudden and unexpected as you writhe against him, squeezing his length for all it’s worth. Unable to hold off any longer he finishes right behind you, hips losing their rhythm as he continues to pump into you throughout your release. Bodies slumping against each other and bare chests meeting in heavy breathes, you can’t help the giggle that falls past your lips. 

“Something funny?” he asks, lazy hand searching the sheets for his glasses. Continuing to giggle you reach for the frames he had lost in the mess and hand them to his searching hand. He gives you an appreciative smile and you brush some red curls away from his forehead that glistens with sweat. 

“I just can’t believe we did that. I’m really happy,” you explain and this earns a laugh to match your own. Curling against each other you relish in the feeling of this newfound passion you both explored, a newer understanding of each other, and a love somehow deepening more than it already had. 

“I’m really happy too. As long as I’m with you,” he reassures and you smile, a drowsiness taking over you and you settle against him. Perfectly content and happy he had been your first time, hoping to keep him forever and ever.