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Kurt’s room was stuffy, the shitty ceiling fan set to high doing very little to actually cool the room. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat, his sheets clinging to his bare back as he writhed on his small mattress.

You were kneeling between his legs, your hand relentlessly working at his aching cock for what felt like hours at this point. Kurt’s whines filled the room, the sounds like music to your ears as you brought him closer to yet another orgasm.

The whole thing started because he had been ignoring you, despite being the one to invite you over. He begged and pleaded for you to come hang out, stating that the two of you would have fun and that he missed you—just for him to completely ignore you once you were actually in the same room, in favor of his new video game he bought.

Once it had hit hour three of him ignoring you, you decided you had enough. You unplugged his PC straight from the wall, with Kurt’s offended and angry gaze meeting your irritated one as he shouted out a protest. The argument was cut short when you sank to your knees in front of him, as you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants to pull him free and take him into your mouth.

When the two of you had moved to his bed, he was eager. His soft and desperate words about needing to be inside of you made a small smirk grow on your face, knowing he wasn’t going to get that tonight.

“I can’t do another, it’s too much.” Kurt cried out, writhing from the intensity. “Feels so fucking good, s’too much.”

Kurt had a white knuckled grip on his sheets above his head, his big eyes full of tears and holding a pleading look. You felt a sick sense of satisfaction as you eyed him, the noises of your hand around his cock sounding slick and filthy from how ruined he was. His stomach was covered in a sticky mess of his three previous releases as it clenched and heaved, while he begged for you to give him just a second. He had his cum pooling in his bellybutton, the hair on his lower stomach tangled in the mess. His face was flushed, his bottom lip raw and red from how hard he had been biting down on it. He looked so good like this, he always did.

“You’re so fucking messy, aren’t you?” You teased, your eyes taking in the view of him under you like this.

Kurt turned his face to the side, trying to hide in the crook of his arm. You tsked, grabbing his chin with your free hand and turning his face back so you could see him fully again.

“Come on. You know I like to see you like this.” You spoke, your fingers digging into his cheek. “Keep your eyes on me. Stay still.”

He whimpered again immediately, the sound shooting straight to your core as your body craved for him to be deep inside of you. But you had to hold strong. You wanted to punish him. You wanted to see just how much he could take before he fully cracked.

Kurt weakly tried to squirm away, his body desperate for a break in the immense amount of pleasure he was in yet still craving your touch so badly that it hurt. You placed a hand on his thigh, pressing down firmly as he squirmed on the unmade bed. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” You asked, a brow raising in question.

A shaky whine escaped him, panting while he gazed at you through glassy eyes. You paused the movements of your hand entirely when he didn’t reply, and Kurt’s eyes blew wide in protest as he looked at you with a fucked out and confused stare.

“Wh-“

“I asked you a question, Kurt.” You moved your hand away from his spent cock—Kurt’s eyebrows furrowed and his look of confusion melted into one of pleading yet again.

He nodded quickly, “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He shifted his hips the slightest bit—thrusting into the air and seeking the friction of your fist around his cock again. “I’ll be good, I promise.” He rushed out.

You hummed, the sound rumbling in your throat as you teasingly trailed the tip of your finger over the tip of his cock. “I don’t know, Kurt.” You dragged your finger down the side of his cock now while it twitched pathetically. “Are you sure?”

Kurt nodded again, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down a moan, “I’m sure, please, keep going.”

You dragged two fingers through the mess of cum on his soft lower stomach, bringing them to your lips as you sucked them clean. Kurt’s eyes remained on you, captivated by your every move. His cock bobbed helplessly, his tip glistening with his cum while he let out a pathetic whimper. He needed you so bad. Despite his previous pleas of it being too much and needing a break, he needed your hand or your mouth or your cunt around him. The thought of filling you with his cum nearly made his eyes roll back in his head while he pictured it, his mind instantly supplying him with thoughts of your pretty pussy leaking his seed as he marked you as his. He so badly wished he could stuff you full, that he could make you cum around him and feel so proud of himself afterward. He wanted to be good for you.

“Holy fuck, please.” He begged. “I’ll be so good for you, please. I’m good, I promise. I need you so bad.”

The begging from him made your pussy throb, your heart racing in your chest. You leaned down, meeting his lips in a messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth while your hand wrapped around his cock again and your teeth bit down on his bottom lip. Kurt moaned breathily into your mouth, a cry of relief escaped him when you began stroking him again while he twitched and trembled.

“Thank you, thank you..” He cried out. His breathing was heavy, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes began slipping freely down his rosy cheeks. “You feel so fucking good, I’m so close.”

Everything felt too pleasurable for him to even be embarrassed about it anymore, openly crying below you while you ruined him further. Kurt tugged at his sheets, one of the corners coming loose from his pull. You sat back on your heels, watching while Kurt’s back arched off the mattress and his jaw dropped open. He came again with another desperate cry, his cock weakly spurting out a few pathetic drops of cum onto the puddle on his tummy.

“There we go, good boy.” You praised him, your hand still moving as you helped him through the aftershocks of another orgasm. “I knew you could do it, baby.”

Kurt whimpered out your name desperately, “I wanna be inside of you so bad.” 

His eyes looked almost frantic, to the point where you almost felt bad for him. He truly looked like such a mess—his hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, tear tracks staining his blotchy cheeks.

Still, though, you didn’t give in to his begging. This was his punishment after all—he didn’t deserve to be inside of you tonight. Not after him ignoring you for what felt like forever while you sat so patiently on his bed, simply just wanting to lay with him while you watched a movie together like originally planned.

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” You replied, and he whined out again as he shook his head.

“No, please. I need to be inside of you so bad, I need to fuck you.” Kurt pleaded, his voice cracking. “I’ll be so fucking good for you, I’ll make you feel so good. Please, baby, let me fuck you.”

You ignored him in favor of dipping your head down to take him into your mouth again this time. Your tongue swirled around his tip, the taste of his cum coating the inside of your mouth and making you moan at the salty tang of it. Kurt’s hips bucked up, the tip of his cock suddenly hitting the back of your throat as you gagged softly around him.

The feeling of your nails digging into his thighs made him whine again, it being mixed with a sob from how overwhelmed he was and how good you felt. You let your eyes slip shut, your head bobbing. Your drool slid down the sides of his cock, as Kurt’s hand moved to tangle in your hair.

You made no move to correct him, only humming around him as if granting him the permission to guide your movements. You decided to let him have this one thing. His hand tightened around your hair immediately, and his thighs trembled with need. “Yeah, fuck, just like that..” He moaned, his own eyes slipping shut and his head tilting back.

He didn’t last long, he was already so sensitive and wound up that all it took was a few bobs of your head before he was spilling weakly into your mouth with a shaky moan. You swallowed around him, your tongue catching what managed to leak out as you pulled off and wiped your mouth.

Kurt’s body laid limp on the mattress, with heavy pants escaping him and his chest heaving again. “Holy shit.” He breathed out, his arms splaying out. The sight of him like this made you feel proud, knowing that it was all because of you. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You lowered your head, sticking your tongue out and licking his tummy and happy trail clean. Kurt’s breath hitched above you while you dipped your tongue into his bellybutton, collecting his cum that had pooled there. You swallowed it all, pulling back with a satisfied smile.

He finally glanced over and gave you an almost sympathetic smile. "I told you it was going to be boring tonight, honey. You should've brought a book, or something. I came prepared."

A scoff escaped you and you inched closer, leaning back into the van. "Not my idea of a fun way to pass the time," you said. Maybe it was the heat, or just how handsome your boyfriend looked just a few feet away, but you felt the prickle of need warming your belly.

You flicked the radio, scanning the other stations. Sometimes, in the right spot, you could get a killer Top-40 station from Indianapolis, but everything else was too staticky. You dug around in the glove box for something better, but nothing caught your eye. With a dramatic sigh, you switched back to WSQK and sunk lower in your seat.

"Ughhhh…" You groaned, kicking your feet onto the dash. The heat was the sort of oppressive presence that made you get that ansty feeling. You needed something, anything, to distract you from the ever-present heat in the van. It felt like you were in an oven, slowly roasting alive.

He glanced over and his lips stretched into a fond smile. "It's a couple of hours of boredom, you're being such a baby."

You pouted and turned to face him. "It's hot, the music sucks, there's nothing to do… not even anything fun to look at." You gave a weak wave towards the abandoned mall, dark and gloomy in the summer night.

Well, there was something fun to look at, and it was Steve Harrington. His muscular thighs dusted with hair, the peek of his ribcage in his cutoff tank. His hair curled at the ends from the sweat and heat, and you thought you'd never seen him look any more attractive in your life.

You climbed out of your seat and settled on the floorboard beside him, grateful for the ample space in the van to do whatever you wanted. "What are you doing?" His voice was a little higher than usual as you eased his seat back and moved between his thighs.

"Passing the time," you replied simply. "No one's around, it'll be fine."

Steve gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm not worried about being caught, I'm worried about the crawl."

A shiver went through him as your hand traced its way up his thigh, barely dipping beneath the ragged hem of his shorts. His skin was so warm, tacky with the heat. You pouted as you pressed a kiss to the soft skin just beneath your fingers. "Nothing happened before, nothing's happening tonight, baby." You peered up at him as innocently as you could manage, given the circumstances. "If you want, you can stay focused for both of us."

"You're a bad influence," he groaned, and you had to bite back a smile as you popped the button of his shorts. He'd already begun to fill them out impressively, just with the insinuation that you were going to give him a little attention. "I mean, Jesus, out of the two of us you'd think I'd be the one begging to fuck you right now. I have… I have self control."

You nodded, expression as grave as you could manage. "So much self control, baby," you agreed as you tugged down his fly. "You're so responsible."

It was disgustingly hot outside, you were grossly horny. You couldn't care less about responsibility or the crawl. Maybe if anything ever happened that would be a problem, but you were just as likely to win the lottery as they were to find anything remotely useful in the upside down, or whatever.

Steve's fingers twisted into your hair as you tugged down his briefs enough to expose his length to you. A soft groan fell from his lips as you wrapped your hand around the base of him and let spit dribble down his shaft and over your fingers.

His head fell back against the seat as you set a slow rhythm, pumping him in your hand as he got even harder in your grip. It was rare that you could ever act on your basest impulses. There was always a need to keep quiet in the house, or a member of the party nearby, or a thousand other reasons you had to stay decent.

Crawl be damned. Nothing was as important as the soft groans that spilled from him as your tongue swirled around his tip. His hips bucked instinctively, seeking the warm, wet heat of your mouth.

So much for self control. You weren't in the mood to tease, so you gave in. Inch by inch, you took him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you swallowed him down. With a few months of practice, accommodating his size had gotten simpler. It wasn't easy, but your jaw didn't ache and your eyes didn't water as much before your lips met the top of your fist.

"Jesus christ, baby," Steve groaned. You practically purred around him, watching him through hooded eyes as you set your rhythm. He was so pretty when he was undone like this— veins bulging in his throat as he swallowed down pretty moans. A force of habit. "Your mouth feels so fucking perfect."

The grip he had on your hair tightened as you took him deeper, throat squeezing around his tip as you fought a persistent gag reflex. You could taste salty precum on your tongue, dribbling out onto your palate with each bob of your head.

You'd long since bubbled over from a bored horniness to sheer need. It was obvious in the warm, sticky way the gusset of your panties clung to your aching pussy. The dull, empty throb between your thighs each time you swallowed down his length and were met with the sound of his moans.

You pulled off of him and he nearly whined in response. "C'mon, climb into the back with me," you said with a pretty grin. He glanced at the walkie, then back at the telemetry tracker that was holding steady with the close proximity to Hopper. You squeezed his hand and gave him your best puppy dog eyes. "Steve, nothing is going to happen."

And how could he resist when you wanted it so badly? And when you'd left him right on the edge of release? He mumbled something about you being a bad influence as you climbed past the front seats and settled into the carpeted back of the van. He tossed his shirt into the passenger's side floorboard and you relished in the exposed skin. You untied your shorts and shimmied the gray cotton down your thighs, and your body thanked you for one less layer.

When he pushed past the front seats and pinned you onto the carpet, you smiled up at him like the cat who got the cream. It was even hotter back here— stale, stuffy air that smelled like old paper and wood and wires. But you wouldn't have cared where you were, just that Steve was there with you.

His hand moved up, sliding under the thin cotton tank top you wore to grope at your bare tit. You mewled softly at the attention, arching into his touch eagerly. "Needy," he murmured, mouthing at the side of your throat. "Can't even wait an hour to get home."

You huffed softly, shivering as his tongue licked up the side of your throat. It wasn't just an hour, it was debriefing that they'd discovered literally nothing for an hour, then extrapolating meaning based on what they thought finding nothing meant for what felt like even longer, then finally, going home. But going home meant putting Sam to bed, then getting yourselves ready for bed, and then being so exhausted that you had no energy for anything else.

So, no, you couldn't wait the hour. And, luckily, you knew Steve was far past that point too. The hand that had slipped up your shirt moved lower— hot and heavy beneath the elastic of your panties. A soft whine escaped your lips as his fingertips brushed over your clit, swollen and aching for attention.

Just that little bit of attention felt like heaven. He gave in for just a second, circling the pads of his fingers around the bud once, twice, before they moved lower, where you were dripping with need.

"Holy shit," he groaned, pulling back to meet your gaze. His pupils had swallowed up the soft brown of his iris with pure lust. "Fuck, you're soaked. Bet I could just…" You cried out as he sunk his middle finger in, walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. "That's it. So ready for me, aren't you?"

You nodded, and you felt your face get hot when you realized you were grinding down against his hand. You really were desperate. Your back arched towards him as he slid a second finger alongside the first, filling your aching cunt like you'd been dreaming of from the minute he had parked.

"Steve," you gasped, toes curling against your sandals. You reached out, grasping onto his bicep as he curled his fingers and made you moan wantonly.

Sometimes you embarrassed yourself by how much he could effect you. That he could make you scream for him only with his fingers, or make you drip down your thighs with need. That he could even make you enjoy blowing him so much that it always managed to set every nerve alight like a livewire.

Even then, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, the lewd squelch made your face burn. "'M not taking care of my girl enough," he murmured against your jaw. "If you're this desperate, I need to give her a little more love, yeah?"

The wet kiss he planted on your jaw was almost sweet, contrasted by the stretch of a third finger pressing inside. Your eyes rolled back, showing off the whites of them as he worked you open.

It wasn't that he didn't touch you enough— he touched you plenty. It was that nothing ever seemed to be enough. Both of you were constantly filled with an insatiable need for one another that you too-rarely got to feed.

But then, with his fingers buried inside of you, a thumb on your clit, and his mouth on your throat, it felt like enough. A shaky moan fell from your lips as you clenched around his fingers, your release so close you could taste it.

"C'mon, you're the one who wanted this." His words rumbled against your throat, and you felt your walls squeezing around his fingers as he fucked you with them. "Cum for me first, then I'll give you what you really want."

He said it like it was that easy, because he knew it was. Steve knew your body, and he knew exactly how to touch you in order to make you cum. He told you once that he thought it would be a waste to have someone so perfect in his bed if he wasn't going to put in the work to learn exactly what she needed.

And learn he did. A string of moans escaped your lips as you came for him, overcome with the pleasure he pulled from you. It felt like a wave of liquid pleasure through your veins, washing over you head to toe, but leaving you wanting more as it receded.

Your cunt spasmed around his fingers, twitching with aftershocks as he pulled them from you nice and slow. In the low light, you could see your juices drenching his fingers as he moved them between his lips, tasting your release from them. Even after months of being with him, it still made your stomach flip sheepishly.

He sat up and tapped your thigh with a grin. "Open up for me. I'm gonna give you more."

You nearly shivered with anticipation as you let your thighs fall open to accommodate him. You watched him tug down his shorts and kick them elsewhere, until he was bare before you. You propped yourself up and let your hands trace the soft expanse of his chest and his stomach.

"You're being bossy now," you said with a coy grin. "What happened to me being irresponsible? Don't you want to check in on the walkie and make sure everything's all good?"

Steve rolled his eyes and pushed you back onto the carpeted floor. "Shut up." His fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your thighs, so you could kick them off the rest of the way.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as soon as he positioned himself between your thighs. Muscle memory. A soft gasp was punched from your lungs as you felt him position the blunt head of his cock at your entrance.

It was always a stretch. A slow, delicious stretch as he sank inside of you. He was so thick and perfect, and you relished in the slow accommodation of your body to fit him. Your toes curled when he fully sheathed himself inside of you, and you gasped softly as he gave his hips a slow roll.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He panted in your ear. "So whiny. Don't I always give you what you need?" He pulled out just to drive back in deeper, punching a shaky moan from your lips.

The van's suspension was shitty— squeaking and rocking as he began to fuck you in earnest. It would have made you giggle if you could have focused on anything except the euphoric drag of his cock against your oversensitive walls.

"Oh my god," you gasped, eyes fluttering as he found a rhythm that made your body sing. Heat built in your tummy, fluttering as he drove into you again and again. Sweat clung to both of you like a second skin, dripping onto you from the tip of his nose and the cut of his jaw. "Fuck, Steve."

He grinned, dipping down to kiss you sloppily as he fucked into you. His own moans vibrated against your tongue, making you shiver under him despite the incessant heat.

His hand crept down, wrapping around your thigh and shifting it up towards your chest. A desperate cry fell from your lips as he drove deeper still, burying himself so deep that you saw stars.

"So perfect," he mumbled against your mouth. His half-lidded eyes bore into yours, watching every gasp and flutter of your eyes as he brought you closer and closer to the edge with each stroke.

The coarse hair at the base of him rubbed against your oversensitive clit with each thrust, which only made that molten need in your core grow. One hand dug into his shoulder and dug crescents into the slick skin there.

"Gonna cum," you panted, already beginning to flutter around his length. You cried out, head thrown back as he drove deeper, grinding into your spasming cunt the way he knew would push you over the edge. In the van, in the middle of nowhere, you could be as loud as you wanted, which you were taking full advantage of.

"Yeah? Give it to me," he panted. "Let me feel it."

And how could you deny him that? With a shaky cry, you felt your orgasm rip through you, so strong that your body writhed beneath him. Your walls squeezed around his cock as he worked you through it, fucking into your soaked cunt with sounds so obscene that you felt your tummy flip.

"Hear that? Hear what I do to you?" He moaned into your ear and you whined softly in response. His thrusts grew needier, more urgent, even as you ached with overstimulation. "God, I love you so much."

He pulled out suddenly and spilled onto your pussy and thighs, painting your sweaty skin with hot ropes of his cum. He groaned, swearing under his breath as he worked himself through it with his hand.

You sat up, biting your lip as he slumped over on his side and looked at you. Your body had a heavy, sated feeling, like your orgasm had managed to relax you down to your very depths. A tiny giggle escaped you as you nudged him with your foot.

"Happy now?" Steve teased, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

"Very, very happy. Not bored at all," you replied.

Steve sighed and stretched to work out a kink in his shoulders. When his gaze fell on the mess he'd left on your stomach, he looked back at you with a frown. "Looks like I need to clean up after myself."

Despite your exhaustion, you found yourself opening yourself up to accommodate his broad shoulders. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. The second his tongue laved over your cunt, your leg twitched involuntarily, and he pulled a pathetic, keening whimper from you.

It felt like pure electricity running along your nerves with each lap of his tongue. His lips sealed around your clit and he sucked gently, like he knew your body was at his limit and he needed to handle you with care. Your fingers tangled in his hair and the carpet of the van as he licked at you.

"Steve," you gasped, nearly sobbing with the intensity of his mouth on your clit. "F— oh fuck, Steve—"

Your back arched off the floor of the van, hips involuntarily grinding up against his hot mouth, pushing through the overstimulation and into pure pleasure.

A siren outside the van made you freeze, thighs tensing on either side of Steve's head. His mouth continued to move, deaf to anything that wasn't the pretty sounds he could pull from you. But the sirens got closer and closer, until red and blue flashing lights illuminated the inside of the car.

"Shit, Steve, stop," you yelped, kicking him off of you. The cruiser parked directly in front of the van, shining its brights into the van so the two of you were illuminated and completely exposed. Steve scrambled to do something to cover you up. You scrambled to tug your dolphin shorts back on and readjusted your tank top. Steve, in a remarkably more vulnerable spot, settled on holding a spare WSQK crewneck over his hips hips and hiding in the back while you crawled into the drivers seat.

Phil Callahan tapped on the window with his flashlight and you pulled your wits together as you reached over to crank the glass down.

"Hi! Hey, Phil," you said with a pretty smile. Your hair stuck to your forehead, tacky with sweat. The rest of it was a rats nest. "It's um, it's been a while. How's Shiloh?"

"Yeah, y'know, she's getting older. I had to build her a little ramp to get on and off the couch," he said with a shrug. You nodded and frowned, oozing sympathy. "Anyways, she's still got a lot to live for, y'know"

You gave a tight smile and nodded again. "Yeah… yeah, of course she does. Who doesn't love a dachshund?" It got uncomfortably quiet, so you nervously cleared your throat. "Anyways, um, is this a warning type of situation? It's just, y'know, there's no one around so we really didn't think we were hurting anyone."

His expression wrinkled a bit. "Isn't it weird to hook up where, like, thirty people died?"

When you thought about it for a second, you kind of got his point. "Um… yeah, that's so fair," you agreed. "But, y'know… lesson learned, right?" You gave another pretty smile, willing all of your teenage charm to return to you and help weasel your way out of this. You were always glad when Phil was the one to catch you, Carol, and Tina when you ditched a house party, it was so easy to talk him out of any real trouble.

He leaned onto the van for a second and sighed. "I dunno, there's the military curfew, and this is private property. Plus public indecency, indecent exposure for Harrington."

You gave your best pout and met his gaze. "Phil… isn't that, like, a lot of paperwork for two people hooking up in a car? Can't you just give us a warning and send us on our way? I'd really, really owe you one."

He sighed, glancing back at a very naked Steve who was doing a terrible job of covering himself with just a crewneck. "Put some clothes on and get home. Next time I catch either of you parked somewhere, I'm taking you in."

You weren't entirely sure he meant it, but you nodded earnestly and watched him head back to the cruiser. When the lights disappeared, you glanced back at Steve with a sheepish grin.

"How do you know about Deputy Callahan's dachshund?" Steve asked as he tugged his clothes back on.

"Summer after senior year, he hauled me and Tina into the station for underage drinking. I thought he was cute so I flirted with him for a couple of hours until he let us go. He's a talker," you replied. "You kinda look alike, actually. Especially with your glasses on…"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Shut up. And never mention this to anyone, or they'll never let you go on a crawl with me again."

In a few hours, you'd find out that the party listened to police scanners, and Phil Callahan was still a talker. But for the moment, you mimed zipping your lips shut and propped your feet back on the dash. Steve went back to his baseball game, and you relished in the dull, satisfying ache between your thighs.