a little less conversation, a little more action, please
[rings bell frantically] CALLING ALL PPL WHO HAD BAD SEX EXPERIENCES!!! if thatâs you, this is for u :D ! this has been in the drafts 4 months and iâm excited to set it free! enjoy! 8k words, fem!reader, oral (f receiving) MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+
You think you might be the only person your age in the whole of Hawkins who doesnât seem to get the hype.
Couples have been caught all over in the act. At the drive-in cinema, in the back of the cinema, hell, even beneath the bleachers at school â tongues down each other's throats and pants around their ankles, so caught up in each other that they donât care about consequences. That itâs that good, that itâs worth the risk.Â
Sex.Â
You just donât get it.
Once upon a time, one boyfriend ago, before youâd ever experienced it, there had been an inkling of eagerness within you. Curiosity twined in with piqued interest, you wondered eagerly about when youâd find someone whoâd show you all about why sex got its reputation.Â
And then you had itâ with Samuel Cosgrove in his twin bed when his parents were out of town, 3 weeks into dating him. Your expectations crumbled.Â
You decided quickly that everyone must be lying if that was what you were supposed to be looking forward to. It wasnât⌠sexy. You didnât feel sexy having it either.
It only left you feeling somewhat awkward and a bit foolish, with Samuel trying to ruck your shirt up even though you had asked to keep it on. Embarrassment crept in easily at how you seemed to be half a step behind him the whole time, not quite warmed up, not quite sure if this was the mood, not quite ready to take all your clothes off.Â
The springs on his bed were loud and squeaked with every shift of weight. The whole thing sort of hurt more than anything.
You chalked it up to the first time, dredging together your hopes even as they rapidly deflated inside you, cemented by Samuelâs sloppy kiss that missed your mouth and landed wetly on the corner of your lips when he finished.Â
His sweat stuck to your skin and you didnât feel sexy, or good, or relieved or anything else the dozen Cosmo magazines under your bed promised you would.Â
Next time, you said to yourself. You had even confided in your close friend, admitting to the underwhelming experience, and asked quite plainly when it âgot goodâ.Â
âThe first time always sucks!â Sheâd assured you, her voice a hushed whisper over the diner table.âTrust me, the first, like, three times totally suck.âÂ
You didnât mean to but, subconsciously, three became the number to reachâ get through the first three terrible times, and⌠all would be peachy in paradise.Â
And so when the next time was⌠underwhelming, you werenât exactly surprised. Worse, was how it wasnât anything Samuel did but what he said that stuck with you long after heâd drifted off on your sheets. Lying in the cradle of your hips, Samuel had traced his hand up your legs and then frowned, yanking his hand back. You had startled, propping up quickly to ask him what it was.Â
âYouâre spiky,â he said, chuckling in a mean way. You could feel your chest ache pathetically at his words and you instinctively tried to curl your legs in, wanting to hide them away. So what if they were? It was the middle of winter and heâd surprised you, showing up at your window to sneak in.Â
When the fourth time happened and disappointment weighed heavy on you again, you deduced the truth. Sex was some big scam- some stupid joke that everyone was in on and just pretending to enjoy.Â
It was easier to blame sex if only so you didnât blame yourself. But⌠it niggles in the back of your brain, a line-up of indisputable facts that all point to the same thing. That, maybe sex isnât the problem â but you are.Â
And, look, itâs not really a problem when youâre not dating or seeing anyone.
⌠Enter Steve Harrington.
Admittedly, Steve was not someone you thought you would ever date. Or maybe it was the other way around, that you thought that Steve would ever date you.
His reputation as a bit of a player was as far from something you were interested in, especially considering your feelings towards sex, but⌠he had sort of proven you wrong every chance possible.
One month of dates and itâs been no more than holding hands and kisses on cheeks. Youâve kissed him properly, of course, once or twice, but lest you give him the wrong idea, they hadnât been much more than a quick kiss. Steve still seemed to glow afterward, no matter what.Â
It made you feel good. Safe. Warmed you to know he was happy with whatever affection you felt ready to bestow, and never pushed for more.Â
You could tell he wanted it. It was hidden in the flex of his fingers and even the not-so-subtle adjusting of his pants when heâd invited you over for a dip in his pool. Youâd shown up in your bathing suitâ and it was the most amount of skin Steve had ever seen from you and it did not go underappreciated. He had been touchy, hands skirting up your sides, but still respectful.Â
And strangely enough, you find yourself⌠wanting it too.Â
Wanting for his touch, thinking about letting your own hands wander across his skin to find what makes him sigh, makes him groan in pleasure, what might make him whine. It surprises you, the ferocity of your eagerness, how it presses your thighs together tightly and licks pure arousal up your spine â even when Steveâs not even trying.Â
(He was, you just didnât know it. Steve knows exactly when girls seem to be looking at his arms and heâs unashamed to say he will flex his muscles and pretend he hasnât. Robin has caught him doing this several times.)Â
And today has been nothing short of wonderful.Â
A balmy Saturday which you found yourself swept up in Steveâs company over at his house, laziness fuelled by the golden sun rays of the day.Â
You werenât even doing anything in particular, just enjoying being near each other. You had stretched out on a pool lounger with a book in your hand for the most part and it was with giddy delight that Steve seemed more than chuffed to just lay beside you, sizzling in the sun and then occasionally cooling off in the pool.Â
Which is a spectacle all in itself.Â
The sight of his chest gives you one or two steamy ideas, especially as it drips with water when he pushes up on the edge of the pool. His biceps bulge deliciously as you peer over the edge of your book, not as subtlety as you might think. You honestly donât even mind if he catches you staring, not when this is your view.Â
Your eyes trace the sparkling drops of water as they roll down his chest tantalizingly slow, through the chest hair between his pecs, down, down, trailing down his happy trailâ fuck, okay, he totally caught you staring.Â
Your eyes dart back up to his face to find Steveâs already looking at you, his eyes holding a playful mirth to them. His smile looks just a little bit cheeky. Bastard.Â
Water splatters on the tiles where he walks as he pads over to collect his towel bunched on the end of the lounger beside your own.
âGood book?â He asks sweetly.
He says it as he scrubs the towel over his face, drying it off and then starting on his hairâ he gives it a quick rub over rapidly so that when he pulls the towel away, his hair is sticking up in every direction. He holds the towel to his chest and gives his head a quick shake, like a dog, shaking out the extra water.
When he looks up at you again, beginning to towel dry his bare chest, you realise you havenât even attempted to answer his question.Â
âBook.â You echo. Steve chuckles a little bit and it kickstarts your embarrassment, finally remembering to say something else. You hold the book up to gesture with it, âYes! Itâs good, itâsâŚâÂ
Steveâs resumed drying himself and you find your words leaving you as the towel drags down his tummy, leading your eyes with it. Your mouth feels suspiciously dry. Want. You want him.
âItâsâŚ?âÂ
Heâs teasing you again. You startle, wondering if heâs purposefully trying to put on a sensual towel-drying show for you. Youâre surprised to find youâre actually glad that he is.Â
It feels like another subtle way to affirm all his affections for you without all of the touchiness youâve yet to reach with him â come and get me, itâs like heâs saying, if you want.Â
You snap your book shut. âItâs too hot to be reading, I think.âÂ
Steve frowns in his worry and steps forward, closer to you. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead lightly. âYou feelinâ too warm? Yâgotta careful being out here too long if you arenât gonna swim.âÂ
He sounds on the concerned side but thereâs a touch of cheek in his voice too, like he knows why you havenât turned the page for the last 5 minutes. It stokes the firey feeling thatâs beginning to burn in your gut. A smile curls at your lips and you huff a little laugh, leaning back and batting his hand away from your forehead.Â
âYes, mom.â You jest, hand falling back onto the lounger. You lean back onto it to get a better view of him. âIâm not too hot.âÂ
Steve grins. âOh, I would say the opposite. You are, in fact,â He leans in closer, one hand coming up to push some hair behind your ear. His hand lingers, fingertips on the edge of your jaw. âVery hot.âÂ
You couldnât stop your reaction if you triedâ which you do try, some sputtering cough with a duck of your head as you feel your body flush hotly at his words. His forwardness is something youâre still getting used to.
Just as youâre about to stumble through a poorly constructed sentence, Steve saves youâ reaching over to grab his rumpled t-shirt and pulling it over his head. A small, disappointed, part of you wilts. You catch yourself from being so obvious, scooping up your bookmark and stuffing it in a random page.Â
Steve offers his hand out for you to take. âCâmon, we both need some water I think.âÂ
You ponder if thereâs a second meaning to his words as you trail along beside him, letting him lead you back through the sliding glass doors that open to the kitchen with your intertwined hands. Steve gives your hand a quick squeeze before he drops it to open the fridge, peering inside. You lean back against the counter, arms folding loosely over your front and allow yourself to look at him.Â
Your boyfriend. It sounds even a bit strange in your head and you know if you tried to say it aloud, it would get caught on the way out, tripping over your teeth. Calling him your boyfriend cements all those expectations you worry so much about⌠even though, not-so-secretly, you revel in the fact thats heâs your boyfriend.Â
âThinking hard over there, I can see,â Steve comments teasingly and you blink, realising heâs already looking at you. He must have asked you a question and you missed it.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Steve laughs a bit, pink lips pulled into a slight smirk. He shakes the bottle in his hands a little bit, bringing your attention to it. âDid you want to try some of this? I think itâs sparkling andâŚâÂ
He trails off, pulling the bottle closer to his face to scan over the front of it. You canât help but think the furrow in his brows as he reads is adorable. He hums, obviously not finding what heâs after, and flips the bottle over.Â
ââŚraspberry flavour?â He finishes, looking up at you, brows raised. He gives a little shrug. âThat sound nice?âÂ
You think about it for a moment and then shake your head. Steve laughs in agreement and places ii back in the fridge, some mumble about his mom leaving it here the last time she visited home. He turns back to the fridge still rummaging. âOkay, anything in particular you want?âÂ
You are thirsty but⌠your stomach swoops as you realise itâs for something else altogether. If you want it though, youâll have to ask.Â
âMaybe, a kiss?âÂ
Steve freezes for an instant, then he whips around like heâs not entirely sure heâs heard correctly. The fridge door clatters loudly and he quickly grabs it, stopping the rattling bottles and looking mighty flushed when he shoots you a grin.Â
âA kiss?â He checks. He lets go of the fridge doors to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, too aware of his own unsubtle eagerness. âI heard that right, didnât I?âÂ
A nervous chuckle scrapes out your throat but you nod. You uncross your arms but canât settle them, crossing them again nervously as Steve comes closer. His brown eyes scan your face intently, searching to make sure heâs getting every signal right.Â
When you smile assuredly, Steve sighs in relief and his shoulders drop an inch. He smiles too, his hand reaching up to hold your faces cupping your cheek. His strokes across your cheekbone as he talks. âOh, thank god. I was beginning to think, maybe, you just werenât into kissing me.âÂ
Then he leans inâ and you hold your breath without meaning to.Â
The thing is, Steve is a good kisser. A very very good kisser and even your strange gaspy noise as you try to remember to breathe is not enough to ruin the kiss. His plush lips capture yours and have you feeling as hot as the day, a heat blooming in your chest and spreading like wildfire. Your fingers flex at your sides.Â
You push up on your toes without even thinking, to steal more of his touch, and when Steve breaks the kiss, youâre embarrassed to find yourself chasing his lips. You clear your throat and avert your eyes, sinking back downâ embarrassed at showing how much youâd melted under a single kiss.Â
You just donât realise how it looks to Steve.Â
âYou do⌠right?âÂ
Your head pops up, eyes widening as you try to comprehend his question.Â
âLike⌠kissing you?â You ask meekly, more embarrassed that heâs asking for confirmation. Embarrassed that youâd somehow been overly eager and also convinced him of the opposite in one kiss. God, maybe there is something wrong with you.Â
âYeah.â Steve nods, pulling back a little further from youâ like he needs physical space in case you say something absurd like âno.âÂ
Your hands react faster than your mind, reaching to grab his shoulders to stop him from putting space between you.Â
âYes!â You say loudly. You try to rein in your embarrassment for his sake, swallowing your nerves which feel thick and swollen in your throat. âYes, I like kissing you. Itâs just, Iâm⌠Iâm worried.âÂ
How do you say this? How can you explain that youâve been so afraid of your kisses going a few steps further because then- then when things get heated and Steveâs expecting things, you have to explain that â that what?Â
That youâre not really sure if you even like sex, or maybe that it just doesnât seem to work for you or â or that thereâs probably just something wrong with you that means you canât figure out how the hell to relax and enjoy sex- and that itâs not his fault but probably totally yours butâÂ
âWoah, woah, woah,â Steve cuts into your spiralling thoughts, having seen the dilemma spilled across your face. âStop thinking what youâre thinking and just, like, take a breather.âÂ
He places his hand on his chest and mimes a deep inhale. You copy him without thinking, chest rising and falling in sync with his, unable to look at him for a moment. When you find the courage to dredge your eyes up to his face, his eyes are soft and his brows have knitted together in concern.Â
âGood.â He praises, hand falling off his chest to rub gently at your arm. âOkay, now instead of doing all that worrying up there just⌠tell me whatâs worrying you. Please?âÂ
Part of you want to huff and hide, to make him really pry so you know that he means it. Itâs dramatic, you know â especially because heâs being so good at communicating. Heâs asked outright. You try to put the words in the correct order.Â
âJust⌠we havenâtâ I havenât kissed you a lot because Iâm worried about what it might lead to.â You say quietly, eyes back to avoiding his gaze. You stare at his chest, the tuft of chest hair peeking out, and do your best to swallow the knot in your throat.Â
âAnd Iâ I donât want to disappoint you,â you admit, frustrated at how a familiar sting burns at the back of your eyes. âBut I- just, in the times Iâve gone that far andâ and slept with someone, I didnât⌠I just didnât like it. I didnât enjoy it.âÂ
You squeeze your eyes shut tight, proclamation out in the open, and try to take a deep breathâ just like Steve had instructed mere moments ago. Courage gathered, you open your eyes and peer up at him again.Â
âOh,â Steve breathes. You can nearly see the cogs turning in his head, his eyebrows twitching as he takes in what youâve said and what it means for the two of you. âOh, well thatâs okay. I mean, if you didnât want to I would neverââÂ
ââThatâs not the thing.â You interrupt. âI want to. I do. I justâŚâ Your voice trails off, taking on a  trembling whisper as you say the thing youâve yet to say aloud yet, for fear of speaking it into existence. You canât quite look at him, eyes focused on the kitchen tiles instead.Â
âI think itâs me. I thinkâ Iâm worried thereâs something wrong with me.âÂ
Your words hang in the air for a moment and Steve feels his worry shift into something deeper, something closer to devastation, as he realises how deeply you believe what youâve said.Â
You genuinely think there isâ even thinking it makes him want to scoff aloud. He forces himself to focus on consoling you here and now, instead of riling himself up with thoughts of whateverâ whoever lead you to your immense self-doubt.Â
âWell, thereâs not,â Steve says plainly. Like thereâs no room for discussionâ his hand drifting down your arm to gather your hands in his own. They get swallowed, his hands huge when compared to your own.Â
âThereâs nothing wrongâ you- you could never disappoint me in that way.âÂ
Your eyes lift from the ground to his face, desperate to see if you can see the truth in his words. He can tell-Â fuck, he can already read you so well.Â
âHonest,â He insists, giving your hands a quick squeeze. âI promise you, okay? I- if I was disappointed over something like that it would be- that would be such a dick move.âÂ
âWell, you wouldnât be the first.â You mutter bitterly.Â
The words slip out without entirely meaning to; you arenât trying to start a pity party but how are you supposed to explain why you think the way you do? How can you explain why youâre so worried about taking it further? Deep down, you know he deserves to know.Â
Steveâs eyes widen for a moment, your words sinking in and cutting as they go. He doesnât want to think about you sleeping with other people, for all the jealous reasons, but mainly because everything heâs learned today is that nobody has taken proper care of you.Â
It twists his heart thinking of some fucking idiot not taking his time with you, not getting you comfortableâ so that you get to this point, embarrassed, avoiding his eyes, and so entirely convinced that youâre the problem.Â
âLook,â Steve says softly. His hands squeeze yours again and he tries to think of how best to say this. âIf we never sleep together, I donât care.âÂ
That catches your attention, your head jerking up to look at him â what? That has never even been an option with dating someone. Not in your mind, at least. You find yourself reeling, fumbling for words but Steve just keeps talking.Â
âIf you donât wanna, I donât wanna,â Steve shrugs, like thatâs all there is to it.
âThereâs nothing wrong if itâs not really your thing.â Another squeeze to your hands. You look up at him, aware you must look a picture of bewildered â there were a thousand ways you imagined this conversation going and this was not one of them.Â
A smile pulls on his lips as he chuckles a bit, eyes falling to your conjoined hands. âHell, for all we know Iâd add to your disappointing experiences.âÂ
You laugh quietly but itâs saturated in fondness. Heâs taking jabs at himself to make you feel better.Â
âHardly likely, considering the rumours Iâve heard about you,â You murmur lowly. You find it in yourself to squeeze his hands back, peering back up at him. Steveâs brows rise and he grins.Â
âOh? And just what rumours are we talking about?â He teases.Â
âShut up,â You say, no heat behind it in the slightest. Your chest is starting to feel lighter and lighter as the reality of his words sink in. âYou know what they say about you.âÂ
Steve grins wider. âThat I slept with Mrs. Click just to pass her class?âÂ
âWhat?â You wrinkle your nose at the horrid picture of your old English teacher with your boyfriend. âNo! Did people really say that about you?âÂ
Steveâs grin fades, edging towards jaded. He gives a soft sigh, tilting his head back an inch. âPeople say everything and it all means nothing unless itâs coming from the right person.âÂ
He wriggles a hand free from your unaware tightening holding to brush his knuckles against your cheek tenderly. A piece of hair flops over his forehead, curling back upwards, and the buzz of cicadas fills the empty noise around you.
âSo, I donât know if some asshole told you or you just think that youâre wrong, butâŚâ Steve inhales, his eyes darting between yours.Â
The brown in them is intense, holding you fixed beneath his heavy gaze. âIfâ just you said you want to so, we can try and- and we can go slow and Iâll stop the moment you want to, okay? For whatever reason.âÂ
You feel a strange bubble of hope churn in your gut. It feels too good to be true.Â
ââŚYouâre sure?âÂ
âMâsure,â Steve nods. âEven for something as small as you donât like the way my dick looks orââÂ
A laugh startles out of you and you shake your head. âI meant more about stopping but good to know anyways.â You pause a moment. ââŚShould I be worried?âÂ
Youâre teasing. Steve delights in it, his own voice slipping that little bit lowerâ his knuckles on your cheek swiping across, down your jaw, til he lingers near your neck.Â
âWhy donât you find out?âÂ
The hunger in your tummy returns with a new heat, rivalling the day. You suddenly feel nervous again, a roll of nerves turning over, but this time it feels far closer to anticipation. The kiss youâve been yearning to give him, hot and messy, burns up inside you and when you rise on your toes, Steve meets you in the middle.Â
Your lower back presses against the counter as Steve leans into you, his mouth slotted against yours. One kiss snowballs into another, and another, the fervency growing as you let yourself give into your desire. Your hands on his shoulders shift, trailing down to feel up the chest youâve been gawking at all day.
Steve lets out a quiet grunt as your nails dig in and his other hand finds your waist, tugging you to press against his body â his other hand slides into your hair, clutching the strands loosely. You sigh into his mouth, nerves still alight beneath your skin but the way they buzz makes you feel good. Steve makes you feel good.Â
Right as his hand scrapes along your lower back, heading lower, youâre both startled by the loud beep! that sounds in the kitchen. At the same time you peer around him, Steve turns and gives a sheepish chuckle, seeing the fridge door still ajar from when heâd been fishing around inside.Â
He steps away from you, pushing the doors closed gently. Turning back, your chest swells with pride seeing the effect youâre already having on him; red lips, shiny with spit and a faint ruby colour in the apples of his cheeks. Steve smiles, boyish and charming.Â
âDo you wanna keepââÂ
ââyes.â
Youâre not going to squander this chance, not going to waste the days' chemistry when thereâs still that tiny worry niggling in the back of your brain that today is all a fluke. That Steveâs words might just be an offer, something else that wouldnât be a first for you.Â
Steve grins. He holds out his hand and you intertwine yours with him, letting him lead you. Your stomach swoops as he takes you out the kitchen and heads for the stairs, checking back on you with a quick glimpse. You do your best to show him your excitement instead of your nerves. Youâre not sure you succeed.Â
Squeezing his hand does the trick for a final reassurance. Steve resumes leading you up the stairs, taking a familiar turn towards his bedroom, beginning to talk softly as he does.Â
âRemember, anytime, anything you donât like, just say the word.âÂ
You both pause, standing in his room and you swallow the doubts that try to claw back up your throat. Giving a sly glance at him, you smile coyly and wiggle your hand out from his. Trailing backwards to his bed, you pretend to think about it, til your thighs hit the edge of the bed.Â
âHmm⌠well,â You begin, a touch of sultriness dipping into your voice. âI donât like⌠that youâre still wearing your shirt.âÂ
Before you, Steve huffs a silent laugh, that handsome smile gracing his lips as he ducks his head. He doesnât disappoint though, his arms reaching up behind his head to shuck his shirt off in one fluid motion.
He chucks it aside thoughtlessly and where it lands doesnât even matter â your eyes are fixed on his chest. His bare chest that youâve been given permission to properly ogle at. You swear you feel your mouth salivate a bit.Â
âShould've known this would go first, considering the way you were drooling outside,â Steve remarks cockily, folding his arms loosely. It makes his biceps bulge and you swallow again, this time nothing to do with nerves.Â
âI wasnât drooling,â You defend weakly, beginning to fidget with the hem of your own shirt. âI was admiring, okay? Thereâs a difference.âÂ
Steve saunters over slowly as you talk, steps slow and measured. Heâs smirking by the time heâs before you, so close you can feel the heat of him. âUh huh. Totally, sweetheart, I believe you. Need help with this?âÂ
His hand has reached out, fingers pinching the same hem youâre fiddling with. You nod slowly, âYes, please.âÂ
Steveâs smirk fades into something sweeter and he grabs the hem with two hands, beginning to ruck it up gently, his eyes locked on yours â you raise your arms when it starts to get caught, holding your gaze to his until the fabric intersects. Your arms drop and you push away the urge to wrap them around your middle.Â
Steve drops your shirt much more gently than his own but his eyes are still entirely on you. Thereâs a shine of awe in them now, flicking up at down the newly exposed skin.Â
The intensity of his gaze makes you want to shy away but you chose bravery instead, reaching out to grab his side. Steve jumps, barely an inch, and before you even get a chance to question, heâs smiling. âYâgot cold hands, honey.âÂ
He draws them up to his mouth, laying soft kisses across your knuckles. Heat flushes through you and you melt beneath it, lowering yourself back on the bed. Steve follows eagerly, still kissing at your hands. He kneels between your legs and when he finally drops your hands from his, itâs to reach out and cup your jaw.Â
âKeep breathing,��� He murmurs quietly, eyes dancing in amusement. You hadnât even realise you had been holding your breath. You realise it in one big exhale and this time, when you reach for him, you actually succeed in tugging him closer. You tumble backward into his sheets and Steve comes with you, his forearms planted on either side of you and his body pressed up against yours.Â
âI donât likeâŚâ You say, continuing the bit from earlier, your voice quiet and still tinged with a poorly hidden nervousness. âThat you keep waiting to kiss me.âÂ
Steveâs brows hike up an inch but his smile hides his surprise easily, his entire face glowing a bit brighter. He looks fucking gorgeous bathed in the buttery sunlight, even though itâs just beginning to fade towards darkness behind the curtains.Â
You stare unabashedly up at him, marvelling at his features that are etched in with adoration for you. You follow down the strong line of his nose, along the soft arches in his eyebrows, the faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that he has from smiling.Â
You study the swell of his cupids bow perched above his pink lips and each of the moles dotted all over your favourite faceâ and think to yourself itâs not fucking fair that he looks like this. Like heâs been carved from marble and cast in gold.Â
Thank God heâs yours.Â
He doesnât disappoint you â his lips finding yours and kissing you deeply, his chest brushing your own. Your entire body seems to sigh at the touch, tingling with anticipation â youâve been overdue for all these kisses for far too long and it seems once youâve gotten started, it feels impossible to stop.
You kiss needily, your hands moving off his midriff to drift up to his jawline. You cradle it gently, your lips a little less gentle- you try to remember how to do this, how to nip at his lips teasingly, how to soothe them with your tongue.Â
Slowly, Steveâs body weight lowers onto you as he focuses more and more on figuring out what you seem to like. Time melts like candle wax and you feel as goopy as it too, all warm and pliable, softened by his kisses. Heat begins to simmer in your gut. You donât know how long youâve been kissing when Steve pulls away, his mouth cherry red and his face flushed.Â
His fingers slip beneath the strap of your bra, toying with it but nothing more. He checks over your face as he asks, âWanna take this off?âÂ
You nod, breathlessly. Up til now, itâs been easy to turn off your brain and let all your thoughts revolve around getting kissed absolutely stupid by Steve.Â
But as his hands work deftly beneath you, unclipping the strap of your bra and beginning to tug it down, you feel the first worry creep in â this is usually when your panties follow, then his boxers, and then the expectations. Even with all your enjoyment, you know that if he tries now, you wonât be ready.Â
Frustration bubbles up in your chest, mingling with your insecurity and you squirm a bit, trying to think of how to tell Steve without disappointing him.Â
Youâre so sick of disappointing people for something you canât seem to help.Â
Steve notices your squirming. His head shoots up to meet your gaze, a furrow back in his brow. âHey, hey, whatâs goinâ on?âÂ
âIâŚâ Words die on your tongue easily, a war happening inside your throat as you debate what to say. You like himâ you really like him and donât want this to end and⌠he told you he wants you to tell the truth.Â
âI donât⌠Iâm notââ Your whisper climbs in volume alongside your frustration. âSteve, this isnât working.âÂ
The wrinkle between his brow deepens and itâs not a comforting sight. Steve shifts a bit, his hand moving from the straps of your bra up to your face. He pushes back a few stray locks of hair, eyes sincere.Â
âNot working?â He murmurs, âBaby, weâve only just started.âÂ
You blink up at him once, twice. Your mouth opens and then closes again.Â
You know that but you also know how this goes. Well, you think you knowâ so why do you suddenly feel so foolish?Â
âOh.â You say shyly. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and try to ignore feeling like youâve just ruined the mood.Â
Steve takes it all in his stride, nothing but a twitch in his furrows brows as he takes in your embarrassed expression. He leans down, and kisses your neck, then your collarbone. His lips trail down, down, slow and sensual. Your bra scraps down your arms, tossed aside absentmindedly.
âSweet girl,â he whispers into your skin. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
âSorry?â You echo, a bit breathier as Steve's kisses scrape down your breast. Your nipples peak to attention.
âMhm,â he hums, his lips wrapping around your nipple and suckingâ his hands paw greedily at your back which arches eagerly into his kisses. Steve drags his mouth off, beginning to mouth softly down your breast til his plush lips kiss at your sternum.Â
âMâsorry that nobody has ever taken care of you before.â
You squirm beneath him at his words, a warm flush washing through your body as desire spins up inside you. Steve continues as if he hasnât turned your whole view inside-outâ his hand shifting up to thumb at your nipple as he takes your nipple back between his lips.Â
âSteveâŚâ you sigh out.Â
Heâs kneading your body in just the right way, the sensitivity of your chest fuelling the pool of heat growing deep in your stomach. You feel your thighs clench together, hips shifting up instinctively. You havenât been touched like this before and fuck, itâs a lot.Â
âI know, honey.â He says lowly, voice muffled against your skin. He suckles at your nipple and just nips at it, a flash of teeth, enough to make you arch further. Your eyes slip shut and you push your chest further out.Â
To your disappointment, Steve pulls back instead. Your eyes open, neck craning to look at him, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths.
âYâtell me if thereâs anything you donât like, alright?âÂ
Somehow, the heat in your gut flares that much hotter â knowing that thereâs love behind every motion. You scramble for threads of courage and hold them tightly. Then you bend your legs until you can slide them around his waist, ankles crossing and tugging him closer. His cock, straining in his pants, presses flush against your core, and at the same time you inhale, Steve stutters out a groan.Â
âIâll tell you.â You say, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to hold back your grin. It melts away as Steve shifts against you purposefully, one of his hands dropping to hold your hip. The hard length of him grinds against your cunt, catching the angle of your clit in a way that makes you mewl beneath him.Â
Steve kisses your breast again but your hands are already reaching for himâ fingers cupping his jaw to tug him up. Your lips capture his and this time, when he rolls his hips into yours, the soft noise you make is swallowed in his kiss. Itâs fervent, your kisses gaining speed and mess. You tighten your ankles and experiment with your grind and are rewarded with a jagged moan from Steve.Â
Faintly, you consider how it makes a little more sense now. That all those desperate motions of making out, rutting against each other, hot open-mouth kissesâ fuck, if it was always like this, you get it. You feel like youâre on fire.Â
A breeze flutters the curtains across the room, the only indication of time outside your little bubble. Itâs far too easy to get lost in the motionsâ building up your lust until youâre sure the cotton between your legs is soaked through. It feels silly but god, even though you knew this was one of the things making all those past times so terrible, you had just assumed thatâs how it would always be.Â
The stickiness feels vulgar, your cunt pulsating with heat like youâve never felt before. It just makes it all feel better thoughâ the warm, hard heat of Steveâs cock, fitting snug between your folds.Â
A pause in the makeout to catch your breath. Youâre huffing wildly and Steve takes the moment of his undistracted attention to focus on the shorts youâre wearing. He doesnât ask verbally this time but as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband, his eyes flash up to yours in question.Â
You wiggle your hips and Steve takes his cue, the fabric scraping against your skin as it slides down, down, down. To your surprise, Steve goes with them. He gets halfway down the bed, his head aligned with your belly, hands kneading at the flesh of your boobs before he halts.Â
âI wanna try something,â He says, looking up at you. He dots a quick kiss onto your skin as he does, not breaking eye contact. âAnd I think youâre gonna really love it.âÂ
He drags out the word really, his voice low enough that it rumbles, nearly a purr.Â
âIt involves a little bit of this.â He murmurs, pressing a kiss into your navel. He kisses nice and slow, the plushness of his lips scraping across the stretch of skin.Â
You shiver a little, feeling how your thighs part instinctively and Steve smiles wickedly, seeing the motion.Â
âA littleââ He travels further down, his hands sliding to hold the outside of your thighs. He grips the skin and urges it to spread widerâ then takes a greedy fat lick along your inner thigh. ââof this.âÂ
You squirm. Itâs unnerving in the best way, having someone so dedicated to making you feel goodâ but Steveâs face betrays no hint of insincerity. In fact, if you had to guess, youâd say he even looks excited.Â
His large tan hands cover your hips, slender fingers curved atop your thighs to keep them pried open. Youâre expecting the next question to be getting the final scrap of clothing off youâ a mixture of nerves and excitement at the vulnerability that comes with taking them off.Â
He doesnât though. Drawing a line with the tip of his nose, he nuzzles down from the inside of your knee to your thigh, the warmth of his breath fanning across sensitive skin. He kisses your cunt, once, soft. You twitch, a sweet noise pushing past your lips.Â
Steve does it again. This time, his lips part and you feel his tongue press through the soaked cotton of your panties â he kisses again, harder, moving over your clit with his tongue. This time you moan and feel your hips tip up to chase his mouth, surprising yourself.Â
Fuck, when have you ever been this wet before? The cotton between your legs is sticky and it only gets messier with Steveâs every lick. The duvet crinkles beneath you as you sigh and sink into it, the low throb of pleasure curling up in your gut.Â
âSteve,â you sigh his name like itâs a prayer.Â
He hums against your core, his fingers gliding beneath the elastic of your panties but not pulling them down just yet. His hot mouth drops lower, his nose pressing into you at the perfect angle. Your breathy exhale is lilted with moans.Â
âSee?â He murmurs, so low you nearly donât hear him.Â
âSâNothing wrong with you, sweetheart. Yâjust neededâŚâ His fingers grip your panties and begin to pull and you aid him quickly with a lift of your hips. ââŚsomeone to take a little more care with you.âÂ
Any fear of vulnerability is whirled far away; you need his mouth back on you, like, yesterday. Especially when Steve groans. Like the sight of your glistening cunt is enough to make his cock ache. Your tummy heats further at the thought.Â
His hands re-situate, soothing up to your tummy before sliding back down to grasp the tops of your thighs again. He pulls them open wider.Â
Pure fire streaks through your nerves, a sweltering pleasurable burn twisting in your gut as Steveâs tongue licks through your folds in one bold stroke. Your hips try to twitch forward but his hands are already there, holding them down.Â
Thereâs one more pause, one soft curse of adoration, as his nose nuzzles along the soft skin of your inner thigh. You feel unbearably warm in his sheets, heat pulsating and dancing beneath your skin.Â
âSteve,â you whisper his name again, urging him gently. âPlease.âÂ
âI got you,â He murmurs in response.  âYou donât gotta say please with me,â He hums lowly, then kisses right on your clit, languid and warm, his tongue swirling around it deftly. You cry out softly.Â
He drags his mouth off you and if you looked down, youâd see the soft sheen of your slick on his rosy lips. âI wanna give you everything you want.âÂ
You gasp as he finally puts his mouth on you properly, pleasure dribbling through your core as he suckles on your clit. Heâs killer with his tongue, twisting it and flattening it against your bud in a way that has you squirming. The sheets scrunch in your frenzied grip.Â
For the first time, you understand why pornos even sound like thatâ taking a moment to realise the whiney gaspy noise youâre hearing is coming from you.Â
âOh god,â You whine prettily. âThatâsâ uhâ fuck, thatâs really good.âÂ
Between your thighs, you hear and feel the moan Steve gives back. Your thighs are twitching, torn between trying to keep them apart or warm your boyfriend's ears. Your hips are moving, subtle grinds up into Steveâs face and he takes it all appreciatively. He sucks and slurps, tongue dragging down your folds to toy at your clenching holeâ making you squeal.Â
âFuck,â he rasps, pulling back for a moment. His voice is doused in arousal. âYouâre so wet.âÂ
Heat plumes low in your tummy as he dives back in, a groan echoing from his throat. The coil in your gut tightens, winding tighter and tighter. Your chest heaves as your voice melts away until everything you say is a whimpery little âyes, yes, yes,â and Steveâs name.Â
His huge hands are still pressing your thighs apart but one shifts suddenly, barely noticeable in your mounting euphoria, until itâs tapping at your hand fisted in the sheets.Â
You lift your head, confused, and peer down at him.Â
Itâs a mistake. His hand is resting on the bed in front of your own, propped up and fingers spread. It's clear he wants to hold your hand. Chest heaving and still lightly moaning, your eyes dart from his hand to his face â and thatâs the mistake.Â
Heâs fucking beautiful. Hair mussed, rosy-cheeked, and dark-eyed, Steve can only hold eye contact for a moment before his eyelids slip shut as he moans against your cunt. Fire blooms under your skin, coil turned tighter and together. He wants to hold your hand. Your fingers just manage to tangle with Steveâs, holding tight, as you tip over the edge with a cry.Â
Itâs intense â jagged waves of pleasure that ride through every nerve in your body and have you nearly overwhelmed with how fucking good it feels. Incoherent babbling whines pour from your mouth. Your thighs lock up, beating Steveâs strong hold now that heâs down to just one hand, and close around his head. He moans in response, his tongue never letting up, licking and sucking at your cunt fervently.Â
And he holds your hand the whole way through.Â
You feel thoroughly flattened by the time your orgasm tapers off, your legs relaxing and flopping tiredly against the bed. Vaguely, youâre aware you should apologise for likely cutting off his oxygen flow for a good couple of seconds there but youâre too out of breath yourself to do so.Â
Your chest rises and falls and a sweet contentment settles into your skin. You feel happy, loved. Without meaning to, an awed laugh titters out of you.Â
Then another, and another. You canât seem to stop laughing, a gleeful silly joy as you release his hand to bury your face in your own.Â
âHoly shit,â you whisper to yourself. Then, slightly louder. âHoly shit, Steve.âÂ
You hear him laugh and the sheets crinkle â and then heâs in your field of vision, hovering over you with an adoring grin on his face. His lips are still so pink and thereâs a shine on his chin. He wipes it away absentmindedly, focused on you.Â
âI take it you enjoyed yourself?â He says, genuine and not at all cocky. He settles down, one arm on either side of your chest. One of his hands sweeps over your face sweetly.Â
You nod, tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth to constrain your grin.Â
âUh huh,â you say, voice all gooey. âI didnâtââÂ
You pause. âI thoughtâ and then youâ and Oh my Goddd.â You cover your face with your hands again, groaning exaggeratedly as you try to roll over and melt away into his bed sheets.Â
âSee? I told you it wasnât you,â Steve says, peppering little kisses where he can reach. He kisses your shoulder, along the side of your face. He coaxes you out gently, pressing your shoulder to roll you onto your back. You face him properly.
âThere is nothing wrong with you.â He reminds you. Youâve never been so happy to be wrong. You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow behind you.Â
âOkay,â You say, with a small smile, finally believing it. âThereâs nothing wrong with me.âÂ
Steveâs stare is glowing with fondness and the next moment, heâs lurching forward to press his mouth to yours. You kiss back greedily and lazily all at once.
He pulls back and you hate how the thought comes to you, unbidden; the smallest wrinkle creasing between your brows.Â
âBut,â You begin, voice small. âThat wasnât sex though.âÂ
Steveâs head tilts an inch, like an adorably confused puppy. âWhat do you mean? That was sex.âÂ
âWhat? That wasâ that was like second base.â
Steve huffs a laugh, though not directed at you. His gaze shifts above your head as he chooses his words. âUhh, sure, if we were still in high school. But even then, thatâs still sex. We just had some sex.âÂ
Stating it so plainly, you canât help how it makes you giggle a bit. Steve rolls his eyes, even though you can tell heâs entirely endeared.Â
âWe just had sex,â You repeat his words, eyes bright and grin growing. âAnd I really enjoyed it.âÂ
Steve laughs loudly and steals a quick kiss from you. Holding up his hand, he wiggles his eyebrows at you. âJust had sex high-five?â He jokes.Â
You slap your hand against his anyways, twisting your fingers to hold onto his hand as you let them fall to the bed. Steve beams, cuddling in closer, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your own.Â
Turns out, you might be starting to get the whole big deal around sex after all.Â
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