( yeah, so, Steve had Nancy's number right away. he had her about when she walked into Family Video and she'd spent five straight minutes leaned against the counter, watching him try and convince some picky sixth grader girls what movie they should get (Indiana Jones over Star Wars, no contest, but they'd needed convincing). and while he was focused on the customers, obviously, he could definitely tell there had been some staring. Nancy either forgot how to be subtle about it, or has long since stopped caring to be. not to mention not one, not two, but three loud appeals from Robin to pay attention. Good God, Wheeler, it's the same ass it always is.
and it's not that he's trying to torture her. torture her is such a strong, strong word. tease her. draw it out long enough that she's this close to losing her mind, maybe. and that's not torture. it's just delayed gratification. she'll get the gratification eventually! there's something to be said about working for it making it more satisfying. and Steve does know how Nancy works. that making her wait can drive her the right kind of crazy. crawling all over him and dragging his hands up her sweater rolling against him in all the right ways with sweet desperate little breaths and I need you, now. is it such a crime to try and help her get there when she always comes harder after? no. really, he's doing her a favor. looking out for her, and her orgasms!
he is not unaware of Nancy pressed against his chest, or the floral chemical hit of her hairspray. or the way her fingertip darted the line of his lip when she was feeding him Twizzlers. or the intention behind suggesting they share share one the Lady and the Tramp way. which was more ridiculous than romantic, in Steve's opinion, because they had a mouthful of candy by the time they met in the middle. he's aware of her intentions to delay or at the very least disregard the main function of movie night. usually Steve is game on for that, too. honestly, he got into Teen Wolf mostly on accident. it's just that the movie is familiar in a fuzzy, deja-vu, hard to pin down sort of way. has he seen this before?
Michael J. Fox is familiar. which, of course he is, he's Michael J. Fox. and yet Alex P. Keaton on his own right isn't quite why the movie sticks around in his head. he's remembering something else, waiting for Scott to want to ... make out with his mom? it's blurry, faded and stretched out weird and wrong, from Russian truth serum. and Steve is strangely transfixed, trying to figure it out — remembering and not remembering, even as Nancy shifts around in his lap (which earns a slight grunt, because that's his lap, and his body is still plenty attuned to Nancy even if the rest of him is trying to focus on the movie). as much as he likes the way her touch wanders along his arm and his hand and his palm and his fingers, he likes it in a way he can get lost in. not really notice, just enjoy, even as he squints at the screen and tries to remember which one Bif is. there's a Biff, right? )
Hmm, ( Steve says, and his answer sounds as distracted as the rest of him. that said, as Nancy's mouth presses under his chin, it does jut up to give her more space to kiss him more. he's trying to keep tabs of Michael J. Fox as he gets hairier, it's true. but he can handle a few wandering kisses in addition to that, surely. )
[ nancy stands by her lady and the tramp bit, okay. it wasn't as easy as biting their way down until their lips were pressed together, she had to sit back and rush through chewing and swallowing it down before actually pressing in to kiss him properly, but still. it was absolutely worth the sticky strawberry kisses, and the fact that he gave her a look, but still went along with it anyway.
there's maybe some part of her that realizes steve's a little more invested in teen wolf than she would have expected him to be, and not just from the way it's been harder to distract him from it. he's- quieter, maybe? definitely paying closer attention than he has with literally every other movie they've watched. ..with the exception of clue, and that's only because nancy basically threatened to rewind the movie anytime she thought he missed something important. or missed something at all, really. it was her favorite movie!! it was super important he watched every bit of it.
but anyway, once or twice now she's peeked up at steve and found an expression that was much more serious than the movie called for, like- he's distracted by it, but very not distracted, at the same time. which makes no sense? but it does. and maybe later she'll think to ask him about it, but right now she just wants to get his eyes away from the screen, and his mind off of whatever is making his brow crinkle up the way it is.
he tips his chin to give her more room and she gladly takes it, and she's really, genuinely making an effort not to dig her hip into his thigh as she turns over more, but there might have been some nudging, for sure. but it's quick, and it was the only way to get her knee planted on the couch between his thighs, bracing her weight there instead of totally and completely on steve like she was.
well, okay, no- she does end up leaning against him again, except she's facing him now, her free hand braced against his shoulder as the other stays tucked under his shirt, holding onto his side. it isn't patched over his scars or anything, nothing so direct or deliberate, but she isn't shying away from them at all, either. it- took a bit, getting to that point. baby steps, reassurances. she took his lead on it, avoided touching them when he needed her to, kept her eyes on his, that sort of thing.
but as cautious as she was working up to bringing any sort of attention to them, or touching him anywhere near there without it making him feel anxious or self conscious or anything negative at all, it was pretty damn easy for her to handle, in this context. ..in any context, actually. but with this? intimacy? there was no hesitation, or shyness, in the way she looked him over, with just as much open, ah, admiration as she ever had, even back when she still couldn't totally believe that she could be with him like this. close and comfortable and needy needy needy. if anything, she liked having a reason to remind him that she found him as insanely attractive as ever. maybe more, because they've both changed so much, and how could something like scar tissue change the way she looked at him, or how she felt? the scars didn't matter.
sure, there were times when she'd wake from a nightmare and need to hold him close, arms tight around his middle, very aware of them and how he got them. but when he was shirtless, in basically any context, she just wasn't capable of looking at him like the scars were reminders of something ugly or grim. he was right here, safe, with her. they survived, again. that's all that mattered. ]
I have an idea. Hear me out.
[ and right now, all that mattered was that facing him like this, all up in his space, meant there was no straining or stretching needed to lean in and leave a trail of kisses from his chin to his cheek to his jaw and down to his neck. which is where she stayed for a bit, her nose nudging his earlobe as she kissed just below it. when she starts talking again, the words end up dragging over his skin, between slow kisses along his neck ]
I think [ kiss, kiss ] we should pause the movie [ kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss ] and fool around for a little while instead. [ she kisses his jaw again, his chin. ] Sound good?
( Nancy gets this way. when she's really in deep, hot for it. absolutely restless, practically a livewire waiting to explode. Steve remembers it from when they were younger, the first time around. remembers thinking it was actually rather thrilling. a girlfriend that wanted to fool around at least as frequently as he did, which was saying something. it's not that he expected it to be different, now — that they can't be older and wiser and horny.
still, it's ... nice? comforting? reassuring? that he can still set her off like this. the electric desperation she's trying not to be obvious about as she twists to touch and kiss and feel him more. it's hard not to be affected by that, turns out. being wanted, being wanted desperately. being wanted back by the girl he never figured out how to stop wanting, whether he realized it or not. he sure as shit realizes it now.
Nancy's knee stationed between his legs is a little dirty. because when she leans nearer it's that there and gone, teasing taunting sort of pressure. Steve huffs a groan even as she scatters kisses over any part of him that she can reach, because as much as he wants to (he always wants to, it's sort of a problem), it is definitely distracting from the movie. and he was a stilted sort of invested in it, like if he just kept his eyes on it, something would click and it'd all make sense. he'll never know if he doesn't keep watching!
but then her mouth is by his jaw and it is very easy to tuck back down to kiss her, chase after her when she straightens enough to ask about how fooling around sounds. he has to push back into her body to reach her, for one or two more kisses while he contemplates the answer. )
Hmm, ( Steve says, tone contemplative even though the way he's responding makes the answer rather obvious. his hands wind around her to dip into the scant shorts Nancy insists are for sleeping to palm her ass. it's right there, why wouldn't he? and really, scout's honor, he was going to agree that sounded great actually, and probably forget all about pausing in his toying with the simple lace line of her underwear. when the argument about Scott being himself instead of a werewolf escalates behind the curly head leaning down to kiss him again, with that smug little smile on her face. and look, Steve loves that smug little smile.
but he also likes driving Nancy a little crazy. so, you know what? Steve kisses her one last time, before widening his stance just enough that her leverage over him topples and she is instead left straddling his thigh. ) The movie has gotta be almost over, babe. Let's just get it over with. ( that's reasonable, right? like flossing or taking out the trash, this Michael J. Fox classic is something they simply must endure until it is over. Steve even pulls his hands back, one arm on the back of the couch, the other lazily propped on the arm of the couch. the look on his face is all smarmy charm and feigned innocence, with an undercurrent of challenge. she can handle that, right? 30 more minutes before Scott figures his shit out and goes to the school dance and stops being extra hairy and then they can have their hands all over each other. )
[ yes. bullseye, home run, slam dunk, uh- touchdown, and any other sports terms for "success" that exist out there. cue we are the champions because steve harrington is finally kissing her and that means it's all over, she made it through, she won. she's not shy about how pleased she is, either. smiling into their kiss, hands greedy in the way she holds onto him. he hums in thought, but as far as she's concerned, the anticipation has already switched gears from when it'll happen to what is going to happen. she already knows what his answer is going to be.
and the cherry on top is that usually when steve gets both hands on her ass like this, it means it won't be long before he's tugging her in closer to either settle her on his lap, or roll them over to switch spots without falling off the damn couch. usually she's too caught up in things to be able to predict what he'll do, but right now she wants to be on his lap. she wants to roll her hips against his, chase down that slow friction that has him gripping her harder, but still lets her control the pace. she wants everything, right now, and usually! usually this is exactly what it looks like when the green light's been given. go, go, go!
except when he kisses her again, it doesn't last nearly as long as she was expecting. which means her lips are still a bit pursed and her eyes are still shut, when he sits back again and changes up his position. the way it catches her off guard isn't as embarrassing as it is unexpected, which is why the sound of surprise she makes ] --whuh? [ isn't all that different from when someone interrupts her while daydreaming, or following a particularly gripping train of thought. but then he even pulls his hands away and, oh, what?
what the hell???
she drops her head with a huffy, frustrated laugh, then sits back on his thigh. watches him for a moment, then back over her shoulder to watch the movie, then back to him. eyes wide, like she's waiting for a punchline. ]
Seriously? Steve. [ no, she knows he's not being all that serious right now. they both know the difference between a genuine no and the teasing kind with a challenge attached. but apparently he's at least invested enough in the movie to actually stick to making her wait, and that does surprise her a bit. again, she almost asks why, but his body language is too much of a clear challenge to want to switch the focus away from that just yet. ] Fine. I'll just get started without you.
[ she almost reaches down to tug off her shirt, but she doesn't really want to? because it's his shirt, and she really does love wearing his shirt. and she knows he really loves that she's wearing his shirt, too, so that helps.
anyway, "getting started without him" usually means putting space between them and touching herself until he gets frustrated and takes over, but this time it has her lifting up to knee-crawl back, then shift over to sit between his legs instead straddling the one. it might look like an attempt to get in the way of the tv, but then her hands are on his thighs, her body naturally dipping a little lower as she slides them up, up, up, until they're framing his cock on either side over his sleep pants, then sliding back down. she's slower about it the second time, thumbs lifting to rub over him more directly along the way. she finally looks up at him again, after the third time, the corner of her mouth quirked up into a smirk. ]
Finish your movie. I don't mind.
[ she might actually murder him if he makes her wait until the credits roll, but she's pretty confident he won't. ]
( if it makes Nancy feel better, he's paying her a lot more attention than he was before. generally when Steve watches a movie, only 20% of his attention is on the actual screen. and that's when Nancy isn't around! his odds are even worse when she is. usually he's the one trying to steal kisses and stick his hands where they'll be most distracting. it's pretty rare he's paying the movie enough attention to follow it. it's just a lot of time and focus required, and Steve is a guy that doesn't favor sitting still and minding one thing for two hours straight. not without proper motivation. and besides someone really wanting him to watch something, movies usually don't interest him enough to really commit to the experience.
it's weird and complicated, that this one has. and it's not even because it's good, or he likes the story. it just feels like he's seen it and hasn't all at once and that doesn't make sense. everything after the truth serum is both blurry and vibrant, he can't trust much of what he remembers for complete accuracy. wondering if this might be the movie he saw that day is just a little surreal, is all. it grabbed his attention, but maybe not in a good way. he's happy to have a distraction, of sorts. maybe he should have just given in, let Nancy have her victory, move on to something that feels good. instead of something that feels weird and disorienting, just from being entangled with bad memories.
but Steve isn't bothered by this development, either. it is fairly safe to say that Nancy will get her way, it's just more fun to torment her a little first. and the way she says his name, not upset-frustrated so much as oh, it's like that, huh? frustrated, is a good indication that he's hit just the right note to play this out a little longer.
he sort of expects a certain reaction. going to the far side of the couch to deprive him of contact, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and the delicious sounds of her starting to moan under the work of her own touch. that's not what happens, though, as she settles between his legs — which is really already doing something, that something that is hard to articulate without sounding like a complete asshole. it's just... she can fit so easily there, can't she? both her legs nestled between his thighs, and she just looks so right there. perfect and petite and the ideal opposite to him. slim and small where he's broad and bulky. her hands small but incredibly dextrous, when it comes to touching him just the way he likes.
which is not something he saw coming, until it was happening. Steve huffs out a surprised breath, shifting uncomfortably (and yet very comfortable, all at once) as her hands stroke his thighs, one palm runs just barely at his dick. ) Not a Michael J. Fox girl, huh? ( Steve inquires, breath slightly caught behind his teeth as he tries not to react too much too soon to her taunting. it's only fair that she turns it around on him, and Steve Harrington is not a quitter. Nancy can get what she wants, it's just that she's gonna have to work for it. )
[ it's possible that her smirk dropped into a confused little pout ( complete with wide eyes and a small tilt of her head ) a bit too quickly to be totally believable, but that's fine. she's not really worried about it. sometimes it's fun to play up the same "sweet and innocent" thing she used to back when they dated her sophomore year, that she's even still fully capable of it considering how much she's changed since then. not that it was all an act back then, technically, if she chooses to align her inexperience with innocence, but eventually there came a point where she very clearly wasn't actually all that scandalized by the fact that- gasp! what? steve didn't want to actually study?!
and there's absolutely no chance of her convincing anyone that she's anything close to innocent right now, not when she's kneeling between her boyfriend's thighs, twisting the drawstring of his sweatpants around her finger before tugging the bow loose. she's very deliberately flirting with the line between filthy and goofy, but like- michael j. fox is howling in the middle of a basketball court on the tv behind her? so she's not about to act like these are the ideal circumstances for a breathtaking seduction.
speaking of- ] Oh, him? [ she turns to watch the movie for a couple seconds again - five, tops, and only because she needed two to stop herself from laughing at what's on the screen - before turning back around and shaking her head, nose scrunching ] Not really my type. [ she shifts to put more space between her knees as her hand slips under his shirt again, this time up the center of his torso, tugging the fabric up along with it. she flattens her palm against his sternum to brace herself, leaning down to kiss his stomach. she's not actively trying to rush things, but she might be rushing things. maybe. she starts somewhere near the middle of his stomach, but each kiss lands lower, and lower, then just above his belly button, then lower still. she turns her face down to watch when she finally rubs him over his pants properly, makes sure he feels the way she exhales a sharp breath when she starts to feel the hard line of him against her palm. eventually she turns to give him another small line of kisses, this time closer to his hip, along the band of his pants until she's centered again, nosing at that infuriatingly hot trail of hair that leads directly to his dick. but she keeps every kiss she gives him soft, soft, soft. like maybe she really is still trying to give him a fighting chance of finishing the movie. ha. ]
( Nancy is a masterclass of playing coy. if anybody is aware of how full of shit she is, with that innocent tone and the through-her-eyelashes stare, it is him. Steve knows her too well, who exactly does she think she's fooling? and, to be fair, he's not fooled by the airy nonchalant tone, as her fingers pick at his drawstring with obvious intention. he is charmed, though, and that probably has a lot to do with it, doesn't it. he likes when she's a tease, because eventually the tease breaks. he likes winning her over because it's so satisfying to make her break. and frankly, he's not half the master she is, when it comes to playing hard to get. he's gotta really work at it, because Nancy just gets to him. the brush of her lips, feeling the curve a smile pressed against his skin, the confident way she touches whatever part of him she wants — it's hard not to break the second he knows she wants him.
but he'll do it, sometimes. he knows Nancy likes the rush of getting her way, and what's the fun in always being handed the victory? it is usually worth the restraint, in how feverish and eager she gets. she's surprisingly languid today, in winning him over. he was sort of expecting a certain trajectory, when she plucked his pants open. and instead her hands slink under his shirt, and up his sides, over the occasional jagged patch of scar. doesn't slow or stop her, in fact she tucks closer to press her mouth to his skin. Steve huffs a heavy breath, and it is practically excruciating to try and keep his eyes on the screen instead of Nancy.
it is frankly impossible to just sit back and let her touch him like this, though. especially as she strokes his cock through cotton and look, nobody can say he didn't know what her intentions were tonight. because his sweatpants are the only layer between him and her touch. his hand slides up her arm and her shoulder, fingers splay on her back a moment before they settle at the back of her neck. dig a little into her hair, especially as her trail navigates lower and lower. )
Hmm, ( Steve says, like this insightful commentary on what Nancy is into is really hitting. the hmm turns into a rumble-mumble of approval at her mouth landing just there at his waistband. ) So what is, huh? ( it's blatant fishing, though considering he decided the play today was to torment her on purpose it'd be just desserts if she supplied a type that had nothing to do with him. but the way she's been trying to eat him alive all night does poke a few holes in any potential attempt to imply he doesn't fit squarely in her interests these days. )
[ it's impossible not to lean into his hand as soon as his fingers are pushing into her hair, so she doesn't even try, head tipping as her eyes fall shut. it's fun, being bratty with steve. thrilling in a subtle way, enough to hold her attention without distracting her from what she's actually interested in achieving here. but his hand in her hair pumps the breaks a bit on that, makes her want to drop the act and just focus on what feels good, and what'll make him feel good, instead of putting any effort into the playfulness of it all. but she's not ready to actually drop it, and his question helps pull her back in, makes her grin against his skin as she hooks her fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug it down a couple inches. if he tries to lift his hips to help her get them lower, he'll be met with the heels of her hand pressing him back down, not wanting them all the way off yet. like, maybe she really wants take some time getting reacquainted with the lowest part of the V of his hips!
because- maybe she's a little bit ridiculously attracted to the fact that he's kinda hairy now, without the pressures of being the swim team co-captain making him shave, and that he's warm from the way she was grinding on his lap not too long ago. it's weird, probably, but she's okay with being weird in this case. so she's taking her time. and that includes planting two, three more deliberate kisses there, like his dick isn't right fucking there, making her feel a little dizzy from how turned on she is. ]
M'not sure how to describe my type. I wouldn't even know where to start. [ yes, she sounds comically distracted, she knows, she's fine with it. her hand slips out from under his shirt to join the other in tugging his pants down more, because she's tired of making him wait to feel her mouth on him, and making herself wait for it too, honestly. although she lets her breath ghost over him again first, peeking up to smile at him, while her thumb rubs that spot under the head that makes him leak for her, and her other hand drags that waistband down until she can tuck it under his balls, out of the way. ] But if you shut the TV off, you might be able to catch your reflection in the screen. That'll give you some idea. [ apparently she really does think her cheesy lines are hilarious, because she had full intentions of ducking down to take him in her mouth right after saying it, but she stops to laugh first, makes up for it with a few tugs of her hand. but it also means that she's sort of humming once she does close her lips around him and slowly sucks, so. maybe he could forgive the brief pause for laughter. ]
( he was, in fact, going to make it easier to help her get his pants off. maybe it was finally accepting the horny olive branch she was offering. or maybe the mouthing over sweatpants was finally getting to him. either way, the stern pressure of her hands earns a frustrated grumble. his head lolls slightly to try and catch a better glance at Nancy's face, and she's being stubborn about that too. it summons a bit of itchy-scratchy feelings, seeing her mouth travel over his skin. too close to scars he's still a little gun-shy about. is it for the best it was him, over Robin, over Nancy? yeah. sure. but fuck, are they ugly. even healed over now, purple-dark and angry. it just feels like they're too ugly to be next to something as beautiful as the girl he's patently obsessed with. which doesn't make any sense. Steve knows he's the one that hates seeing them, not Nancy. her eyes and fingers and even her mouth on occasion will run across that skin like it's no different than any other part of him.
thankfully, the thoughts don't last long. can't last, really, with her mouth wandering and the hot run of her breath over his skin. Nancy's mouth on him distracts from most things, the ugly knots of his scars included. it gets to be a shortlived, absent thought, as her mouth lands on the happy trail of hair streaking downwards. he's already half hard, for all his attempts to play coy about things. his dick is not any good at the play it cool game. it started giving him away around the part Nancy ended up squirming around in his lap. honestly his dick was ready to turn off the movie when they were still in the making out stage. Nancy's tongue in his mouth and fingertips pressed to his shoulders and the smack of her lips was about all it took. so when she finally shows him a little mercy and pulls what's left of the sweatpants down, his cock springs out of the cotton in a merry salute.
there's some kind of important dialogue going on in the background. a girl is crying. good tears? bad tears? truthfully Steve does not know. he is so delayed on whining about Nancy not knowing what her type is, that it's too late and she gets all smug and sassy and okay yeah that was smooth. damn. even if she's huffing a laugh at herself as she strokes him off and finally wraps her mouth around the tip of his erection. ) Fuck, Nancy, ( Steve says, amused and frustrated and devoted all rolled into one. it takes literally all the willpower he has not to tilt his hips toward her mouth. he shifts his hand to the angle of her throat instead, lets the pad of his thumb run her jaw. it takes far too long for him to come up with something smart to say, especially with the flat of her tongue pressed against the length of his cock. )
So you're over Tom Cruise, ( he says, voice colored but still plenty smug. mostly because he knows her mouth is full right now. of all the times to tease a girl about her Tom Cruise crush, Steve Harrington!!!! )
[ so... in addition to the involuntary little hums of, um, effort that nancy makes while she's sucking him off, sometimes she'll very intentionally make groaning, whining sounds when she has him in her mouth, too. take him nearly as deep as she can, press his dick against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, swallow hard, and moan. she's not fake about it - there's an admittedly filthy part of her that kinda loves going down on steve, if not just for the way he reacts to the things she's doing, so moaning while she does it isn't a chore - she doesn't do it if she thinks it might sound fake, but it's not a reactionary thing, either. she's deliberate, wants to give him another sensation to chase after.
however, the way she groans when he makes that tom cruise comment really isn't like either of those things. that's the sound she makes when he starts cracking jokes when she's got his dick in her mouth! you're an idiot, steve harrington.
if she wasn't so busy with this very particular thing, this would be when she'd shove at his shoulder and roll her eyes, pretend she didn't think it was funny. but she can't do any of that, so instead she dips down to take more of him in her mouth and suck in a way that she thinks might be a little harsh, and pairs it with digging her nails into the meat of his thigh, then dragging down. just a short distance, barely anything! and it's... not the best punishment, in that it isn't really punishment at all, no. but it's more about the shock factor, hoping to catch him off guard with it, than it is about actually hurting him in any way. hopefully the way she smooths the flat of her palm back up his thigh right after makes that clear enough.
she doesn't quite glare up at him, but the look in her eyes is not unlike the way she looks at someone trying to get her attention when she's clearly busy right now. she huffs a breath through her nose, refocusing! then shifts after she swallows and feels him against her soft palate, so she can wrap her hand around what her mouth can't reach. she's talked a lot of shit about how bad she wants to see if she can push past that point, and she's even tried a couple times ( usually after they've been fooling around for a while and she's too out of her mind to tolerate it for very long ), but she knows that realistically that isn't about to happen right now. she's too pent up, too needy for it, which has proven to be the fastest way to get her to tense up and choke. she needs to take the edge off first, relax.
but, y'know, later. maybe. for now she's swallowing hard one more time before slowly pulling back, her hand following about halfway before sliding back down. and there's no practical reason tip her head so she can slowly drag the flat of her tongue up his length, like she's licking a damn popsicle or something, but it felt like a nice lead-up to the way she squeezes her hand tight and jerks him off after. pouts her lips against him, but doesn't lick out again until she feels his cock drool for her.
... what? he challenged her! so she's playing extra dirty. sue her. ]
( it is not exactly a punishment, the scoring of her nails on the inside of his thigh. but it sure gets his attention, doesn't it. his hips keen toward the heat of her mouth, which is — good, and bad. considering there's only so far he can slip into her mouth and if they push past it because his body does that instinctive horny tilt towards what feels good thing, it could really go bad fast. luckily it doesn't, if anything she just follows that momentum to let her mouth slip a little deeper and jesus.
the idea of his entire cock in her mouth is a bit of a lost fantasy. he's not... small. look, he's not exactly whipped out a measuring tape, but between being a jock and seeing other guys shower and the looks he gets when his dick comes out, he's aware he's doing well for himself. a girl taking all of him is a small accomplishment. a girl taking all of him in her mouth? well, thus far it hasn't been attainable. and Nancy is small, all of her is small. mouth included. Steve is pretty sure he is not the only one with filthy fantasies of finding the right angle to let him slip deep down her throat, what with how determined she is to take him. sometimes tears spotting at her eyes and frustrated huffs of breath as she slips just a little bit more. he does think about it, though, maybe Nancy on her knees, maybe her palms balanced on his thighs. hopefully with eyes on his and mouth open and red for him. trusting him to take as much of her as he can, letting him push her, see how much of him her throat can take. it's not even that she's bad at giving head, because she certainly isn't. there's just something primal about it, fucking her mouth, losing himself inch by inch as she moans and her grip gets tighter —
well, as nice a mental image as it is, he can't get lost in it now. when he's already got a great mental image to indulge in. no imagination required. and it is so much more than a visual — the hollow of her cheeks, the dusting of sun across her cheekbones, the messy work of spit and precum spread over her lips and dribbling down her chin. there's sensation, her hair dusting against his thighs and his belly, and oh yeah the decadent pressure and heat of her mouth. he should have known better, that teasing her would just flip that gotta make him forget his own name switch. it's definitely working, he can't make jokes about Tom Cruise when he can't even think of his own name. the only one he manages to hold onto is Nancy, Nancy, f-fuck, Nance — at least until she comes up for air and licks a stripe up the bottom of his shaft. )
Jesus christ, ( Steve laughs, a little dizzy with desire and giddy with the way Nancy is looking at him, small palm firmly jerking him off. his hand shifts from the side of her neck to the back of it, pressing just a little to try and convince her if words won't work. ) Get up here. ( so much for Teen Wolf. she wins, challenge accepted and handily met. he does not have any heart left to pretend he wants to pay attention to anything else but her. and while yes, she could finish him with her tongue and he'd come back around eventually, he knows the spitfire desperation coursing through her right about now. she can't wait that long, and he's not inclined to wait that long, either. )
[ bingo. she's confident that she can bring back all of those sporty words for success now, for real, without the threat of tricks or bamboozles from bae ruining her victory this time. she doesn't resist when he pulls her in closer, but she takes her time with it, licking her lips ( then ducking her face with a huff of a laugh so she can rub her chin with the back of her hand, after noticing she needs to clean herself up a bit. oops. ), and shaking her hair back off of her face as she arches forward. and she knows it's somewhat controversial to kiss the hell out of your partner after you were just going down on them seven seconds ago, but they've already blown way past that before, and plus it's not like he-- yeah, so, it's fine, and she's not thinking twice about it. if anything she's smiling into the kiss at first, and pulling at his lip with a soft bite. pleased, needy, bitey. grabby, too. though she's not rushing that part, not when it's more fun to slowly slide her ( clean! ) hand from the back of his neck, up to sink into his hair to grip tight in her fist, and kisses him harder. ]
V'been thinking about this all fucking day - want you.
[ as if that isn't... abundantly clear at this point. but she hadn't actually said it yet, and that's something she's still working on! words of affirmation are just as important in a filthy context as they are in any other context.
she's trying to inch forward on her knees so she can settle on his lap again, but it's somewhat difficult when she's situated between his thighs and she's too out of her mind with arousal to really think it through. it's not rocket science, but it definitely requires more coordination than she can handle when one of her hands is in his hair and the other is still jerking him off. although she honestly hasn't really been focusing on that either, so the purposeful way she was jerking him off a moment ago has been replaced with a much slower tease. she whines against his mouth, because apparently horny nancy isn't the same dedicated problem solver that not-horny nancy is. if she bites into his lip a little harder this time, it's only because she's frustrated with herself, not him. ]
Baby.
[ it's as close to a HELP ME PLEASE as she's willing to give him here, because she wants to keep touching him, but she also wants him to touch her, and maybe she kinda does want to make him come in her mouth first but she also wants him inside her like yesterday. she wants to take off all of her clothes, and all of his, but at the same time, and she doesn't have enough hands for that. she wants to drag him upstairs to his bedroom, but she also doesn't want to move away from this spot at all. how do people make choices?! 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 how does thinking work? 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 apparently nancy wheeler only knows how to kiss and feel up her boyfriend and that's IT. 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺]
( boys are pretty mixed on the idea of kisses after head. some fucking weirdos think it's gay (huh???) and some are grody little monster men and are kinda into it. Steve falls squarely in the grody monster men category. isn't the fact she's been sucking him off kind of the hottest thing in the world? why would it throw him off that Nancy doesn't taste like spearmint and lipgloss. she tastes like Nancy and spit and the salty hint of the precum she already sucked out of him. maybe he's just some kinda freak but Steve thinks he tastes really good, especially when it is off of Nancy's open mouth. he even finds her wiping him off her chin hot. honestly, he made a goddamn mess of her, he should have been the one tidying her up.
the idea she's been waiting all day isn't exactly news. though since they haven't been together all day, it is a nice little stroke to his ego. Steve gets it, because most of his waking and even some of his sleeping hours are spent wanting Nancy Wheeler. in some ways, Nancy seems like she's better at getting around it. work or school or family obligation or college applications, other things she needs to hyper fixate on. when she comes up for air, though, she tends to be some shade of wild for it. like the consequence of not indulging means she needs it twice as bad. peaks and valleys, instead of an endurance sprint. Steve likes it, he finds it charming even. how she can go practically out of her mind wanting him. they have a habit of evening each other out as much as they make each other worse. it's delightfully balanced, in a way.
does make him a little nervous as to how either of them are gonna handle her being thirteen hours away. but you know. until then.
the point is, that existing in a consistent baseline of wanting Nancy Wheeler, is practically a superpower when it comes down to it. because he isn't always in the same mad wanton desperation, the two brain cells still firing when his dick gets hard can and will do the heavy lifting for both of them when horny brain shuts Nancy's higher thinking down. maybe it is less brain cells at work and more caveman brutality, that knows on the floor ain't gonna cut it when floor is so far away. it is kind of awkward, to be fair. to reach down and haul her up to where he is. especially with his cock in the way and her palm wrapped around it. he's lucky that Nancy isn't a lot to lift. it is entirely possible to grab her by underneath the thighs and heft her back where she belongs. in his lap is immediately better, than having her spinning out in desperation on the floor.
there is too many clothes between them and there's no bed. these are facts. Steve is a lot more content to ignore these realities to focus on the good. Nancy is back on top of him, for starters. his hands are already on her thighs, which means he can spread and tug at the itsy-bitsy sleep shorts she decided were a completely reasonable thing to wear to watch a movie. take 'em off or pull one of the legs open? compelling and complicated decision to make. instead of making a choice, Steve just reaches in through one of the legs to press the wet heat of Nancy's cunt. it's not like he didn't buy it, when she said had been wanting it all day. he's just a smug self interested jerk and really did wanna feel it. he goes from pressing, to rubbing, to shifting fingers past the wet cotton to press and rub, skin on skin, 0 to 100, what's that about Michael J. Fox? never heard of him. )
God you're so fucking hot for it, Nancy — ( aesthetically, wrapped around his fingers, her body keened against him. it's a layered sentiment. ) You do want it, huh? So bad. So bad you can't even wait for us to go... Fuck. Condoms. ( his brain was moving faster than his words on that one, because he definitely realized mid thought that those are... definitely all the way upstairs. he is going to start squirreling them around the house like a maniac, on a just in case sort of basis. his mom might have some questions if she ever finds a Trojan in one of her plants, but honestly she's not around enough to notice and really she should just be proud he's being safe about things!!! )
[ yes, she's hot for it, yes, she wants it so bad that she can't stand to wait any longer. yes, he's finally touching her, yes, yes, yes to all of the above. both of her hands end up on his shoulders as she fights the urge to curl up closer to him, because she knows she would just end up burying her face against his neck so she could kiss and suck and bite at him like a horny vampire, and she'd much rather keep her eyes on his for now. she's also trying to stop herself from rocking against his hand too much, but she's- much less successful with that endeavor. it's just-! he knows exactly how to touch her when she's already out of her mind like this, so she's not shocked when he skips tugging down her shorts in favor of just sliding his hand up her thigh and into her panties from there, but it still makes her whine and bite her lip, fingers digging hard into the muscle of his shoulders before she can think to stop herself. then again, even once she does catch herself, she only relaxes her grip a little bit and braces one of her hands around the back of his neck instead. which probably isn't much better when her hold on him still keeps tightening every time he gives her any amount of friction against her clit, but that's here nor there.
"fuck. condoms." earns him a jut of her bottom lip, just a straight up pout, because all she hears is that she can't just sink down on his cock and grind on him right here within the next thirty seconds or less. she should've planned for this! hidden a condom away somewhere! but no, she just made sure there were more than enough in his bedside table while they were getting changed before. damn. ]
--Fffuck, fuck. [ another hard rub of his fingers makes her hips buck forward again, her next breath sounding more like a groan than she'd ever admit. because yeah, she's groaning already. she's hit that point. she leans closer as she pulls him in for another kiss, which means it's almost too hard and definitely too clumsy at first, makes her whine into it, but it doesn't take long for her to relax, each kiss after that melting into something filthy-perfect. although honestly, the desire to kiss steve like this when they're alone is becoming a go-to, at this point. like they just can't make out in a lowkey way anymore. she's pretty sure they've already clocked in more kissing hours than they did the first time around, and they had been dating for nearly a year back then. and she only wants to crush that record even more, right now.
okay okay okay she needs to focus ]
What if we-?
[ ( nancy. ) yes, she's mentally scolding herself. she's not actually about to suggest that maybe they don't need a condom if they tried what they talked about not all that long ago, is she? that maybe she could settle on his lap with him buried to the hilt and just... stay there. settled, yeah. that's being careful, right? ( no, it's not!! ) she shifts on her knees with the plan of moving back so she can lift herself up off of his lap and stand up so she can get them moving, make a mad dash for his bedroom, but when she moves to grab his wrist to pull his hand away from her, she just can't do it, not yet. so she ends up just holding on, thumb pressed to his pulse point ]
We- We should go upstairs. Bed. Condoms. [ that brought her pout back, didn't it? oops. it's because thinking is still so hard!!! ] M'gonna ride you, just like this. Mm, or turned around the other way, like we were before. [ she moans, then grins, but her voice drops a little quieter now because she's trying to talk dirty okay, that's the goal, but it's still a little embarrassing when he's right here in front of her,!! even if they've talked about this stuff before ] Whichever gets you deeper.
( it's one of those kisses that will leave them both red-mouthed, sore-lipped, obvious. Steve doesn't particularly care, because who is gonna see them? he likes that kiss-bitten look on Nancy, and the plan is already well established that tonight they are gonna go to bed next to each other and wake up next to each other, too. doesn't matter how red stained her skin gets or how obvious the sex hair. they've got time to fix it, and in the meantime he's going to do nothing but enjoy it. it's a bit besides the goal, getting lost in the swipe of her tongue and the curling fingers at his shoulders and the hot, heavy breaths curling around with his as his fingers move around and soak her up and rub her just that like she wants it. just shy of the pressure he knows will make her brain explode and her legs start to shake. like this will be enough and they don't have to entertain the unfortunate inevitable — letting go and separating for the walk up the stairs for the sake of being responsible.
it has to happen though, doesn't it? Nancy leans back enough to talk to him, what if we...) Mmmhmm, ( Steve agrees, nuzzling back greedily, not even particularly aware of what he's agreeing to, just that he'd do about anything Nancy wants when she's so wet and wanton for him. he groans, actually groans, disappointed and deprived from the back of his throat, when she lifts back up off his lap. jesus, he knew that part had to happen, but distance feels so fucking bad when all he wants is to keep feeling her. feel more, slip inside of her with all her clothes still on, more kisses and more breath and everything in between, more more more —–
it's good Nancy's ability to think decisively has returned from war, because his really faded out there for a second. Steve blinks, like he's waking up, instead of just trying to think besides how bad he wants her. he laughs, breathless and pleased, at whichever gets you deeper. Nancy has gotten pretty wild about her desires with the safety of a screen between them, but that's kinda new? hearing her say it out loud. it's like dumping gasoline on a fire. he was really already going, Wheeler, and then you swing this on him? )
Fuck, baby. Both. ( he's really responding to just the mental image, though he's really gonna need it to not be in his imagination ASAP or he's gonna lose his goddamn mind. he knows the walking thing has to happen, but he still sinks a couple fingers inside her entrance to try and tide himself over. it only kinda works. ) God I wanna be inside you, Nance, jesus, right now right now.
( and that sort of sounds like he's suggesting they skip the stairs and the condom and the responsibility and that's not really what he meant, okay?? ? ? the so we should go upstairs already just got lost somewhere in there. it's just... look. patience isn't necessarily his strong suit, and whatever resistance he had got burned trying to pretend he didn't see her shifting around on his thigh and pressing her hardened nipples against his arm as she leaned past him for popcorn. he's fresh out now. )
[ as confident as she was in her determination to actually move back and get up off the couch just a second ago, all it takes is steve groaning and moving towards her in a way that makes it clear he's no more of a fan of the distance ( short as it is ) than she is, to get her to completely question it again. and she doesn't exactly freeze up when he laughs - it's kind of impossible for her to feel any sort of negative emotion at all when he laughs, especially like that - but there's a split second of "oh no" because maybe that was too much. too filthy, too quickly. but everything about this feels rushed in that way they've kinda mastered at this point, so- no. it's fine. it's probably fine.
... okay, yeah, it's definitely fine. two of steve's fingers aren't exactly a tease, they're actually more than enough to get her off if that's all they have time for, but right now it feels like the worst tease in the world. utter torment. how dare he? her hand moves fast to brace herself on the back of the couch before she stumbles, but just before she settles right back where she was on his lap, she wavers.
right now right now
so... she's only been with two people, right, but she's never had sex with either of them without a condom. it just never seemed like an option. it's like, the one thing hawkins high ever emphasized when it came to sex ed. the decision to have sex was one that shouldn't be taken likely, as it introduced a number of potential life-changing blah blah blahs, but all of those complications were easily avoidable as long as they always used a rubber. it really was that simple for her.
but now it's suddenly very not. which is a lot to wrap her head around in the moment, as opposed to when she's lying in bed texting steve about what they could get up to the next time they take a mini road trip somewhere. she's still panting as she watches him ( whining, really ), but her brow pinches in that same way it always does when she's speed-running a scenario in her head, weighing options. ...it's also the same way it pinches when she's trying to figure out if it's physically possible for her to come a third time in a row, but that's here nor there. but eventually she's slowly nodding, chewing her lip even as she smiles. okay. okay, yeah. ]
Right now. [ she's fully aware he probably wasn't actually heatedly suggesting what she's set her mind to now, that it was an unfinished statement, but the way she says it is absolute. ... well. ] Right now? [ just double checking. especially because it means she needs to move again, starting with both hands moving to shove the hem of her ( his, hers ) shirt up enough that she can hook her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. she nods again, brows lifting, because he kinda needs to move his hand for her to shove down her shorts, but he gets the hint. it takes all of her focus to not just topple back and kick them off, instead pushing them down and then standing for a moment to let them drop to the floor, before straddling him again.
she pauses to take a breath, dips forward to kiss him again, the grounded, confident kind, hands pressed flat to his chest. she wants this. hell yeah, she wants this. she drops a little lower, reaching for his cock again, but just to give him a few slow strokes, at first. her heart is definitely hammering in her chest, but in a good way. good-nervous. anticipation. she presses her forehead to his, whines again when she tilts her hips just enough to rub him against her clit. it's a little intimidating already, knowing he'll be able to feel how wet she is in a way he hasn't before, even just from this. fuck. ]
Just have to be careful. [ as if he's not well aware. it comes out as more of a whisper than she meant it to, but maybe that's okay. this feels like something that should maybe be a little quieter for a moment. he scoots her knees out that last bit it takes to get her in the spot to start to ease herself down onto him. she's practically buzzing, too damn impatient, but she doesn't rush this. knows she can't. honestly doesn't want to, either. ] Have to tell me if-- [ she trails off because she's pretty sure she doesn't even have to say it, but... this is new for both of them, so talking it through feels right. even if the words are kind of mumbled against his mouth because she's still trying to kiss him, even if her brain is 99.999% focused on feeling the perfect way he fills her, even when he's only a couple inches in. ] Steve. [ it's just A Lot. ... not his dick. ... well, okay, no, yes, his dick is still A Lot. but it's emotionally a lot too, she's realizing, in a way she wasn't expecting. but maybe she should have. is there such a thing as a third first time? because it almost feels like that. and she might have rushed it, huh? hm. ]
( his brain is running on 2%, trying to figure out the fastest and least detached method of getting a rubber. fastest would probably involve just him taking the steps double time, probably coming back a little winded but hopefully his hardon won't interfere with bolting up and down the stairs. less detached would probably require putting Nancy over his shoulder. ...you know that doesn't sound so bad. he could definitely enjoy her hands pounding at his back and the meeps of protest, and feeling her up through her sleep shorts while they go. he'd still be winded, though. and again, the possible tripping hazard of being so goddamn turned on right now. they really should have planned this out better!
he was gonna go, though. he really was. he wasn't implying anything, and jackknifing his fingers inside her was just to hold himself over and not make her see red to the point she can't entertain the required walk to the Trojans, either. it was just a matter of filling up his affection meter to garner the strength to function. and Nancy landing back in his lap isn't exactly helping but it also isn't exactly hurting because it's pretty easy to curve his hand to grind against her clit and keep his fingers lost inside of her, 2-for-1 bonus strat to keep her making all those little noises that make him lose his mind. he loses the depth of her concentration as he is leaned back into her, mouth pressed at her shoulder and dragging the sleeve of his own shirt down a little so his tongue can dip in the hollow of her clavicle. right now right now, he said, while still playing an admirable distraction game to avoid the not right now that was a well known caveat of his cock being inside of her.
Nancy nods against his ear, come to some conclusion while he was still lost in skin and the scent of her that is so strong when his face is buried close to her neck. when he shifts back it is to the dreamiest, determined smile, and Steve smiles back because he's hopeless, he does not need to know what they're grinning about. maybe they don't need a reason? it all just feels good, being like this. being together. that's more than reason enough. though, he does catch on there's another reason, when Nancy repeats the inarticulate announcement of his impatience. ) Yeah, ( Steve says, because right now is surely the only option. later is not gonna cut it. not at all, he's pretty sure the blue balls would kill him. right now is all they've got to go on, and the sooner the now the better. ) Right now, ( he echoes, and he catches on with thoughts slowed down like molasses as Nancy lifts to wiggle out of her pajamas and oh shit, is ... is what he thinks is happening actually happening?
he pulls his fingers out of her and just watches, a little thunderstruck, as Nancy lets the scant bits of fabric fall from her legs and climbs directly back into his arms. some part of his brain is stuck on no that's not what I meant but the majority rules and the majority says who the fuck cares if they both found themselves on the same page?
it feels giddy, bubbly, unbelievable as Nancy leans into him again and kisses him and his arms wind around her. her fingers on bare skin and playing his bare cock against her clit. he's fucked without a condom before, he was kind of an idiot in highschool. Nancy is the one that really got him into the habit of protection and he hasn't abandoned it since. so it's been awhile since he's really felt a girl like this. of course he knows it'll be better without a barrier between them; and yet it isn't quite until it's happening that he remembers how much better it'll be. she feels so wet and blissful, hot and desperate and he felt it with his fingers already but feeling it on the oversensitive skin of his head, his dick, it's a whole different story. Steve lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding as she slips him inside, too overwhelmed to even kiss back, just reveling in every inch she takes of him.
now he remembers why he whined about Nancy insisting about protection the first time they were together, because jesus christ. is it weird how heavy this hits him now? Nancy knows there's a risk of having him inside her, there's a chance, even if they're careful — his heart bangs around against his ribs, struck by exactly how much she's giving him as she seals their bodies together. a trust he is determined to deserve, because as much as the delirious prospect of finishing inside of her is all of a sudden singing in the back of his brain, Steve knows better. it's not a now thing, but skipping the condom at all makes it feel like it's a one day thing in a way he couldn't have described until it happened.
he's recovered, mostly, by the time she's half sunk into him. he tilts his kisses to the apples of her cheeks and a hand to her hip to slowly bring himself deeper. whatever gets you deeper — what the lady wants, she will get. ) I will, ( he promises, to the half-finished sentence, momentarily lost in the brush of her eyelashes against his skin. ) That's so good, baby, just like that. God you feel so good, Nancy, right there, just a little more. ( he hikes his hips toward her, meeting the slow pressure of her sinking lower and it practically makes him see stars. he groans and then somehow manages to keep going, like any sense of filter has been checked at the door and instead Nancy is getting a live feed of horny brain that has decided to grab the mic. ) This is what you wanted, huh? Finally. Are you gonna fuck me? Or are you gonna grind on it until your legs start to shake. Come just like that, with my cock inside you.
( does talking dirty back count as a reward for her sampling with the idea? well, who knows, but let the record show Steve doesn't seem to have any shame in returning the favor. )
[ so despite the fact that nancy's mind is jumbled up in about a half a dozen new ways than what she's used to when she and steve are together like this, she wasn't actually expecting sex without a condom to feel all that different. but it totally does, even if she has no idea how to describe it. it's a different type of friction, maybe. or it's very possible she's overthinking it! but either way she feels dizzy with it, eyes falling shut no matter how badly she wants to keep them open and focused so she can drag him up by his hair and keep her eyes locked on his. but she also wouldn't want to interrupt the way he's kissing her, either. she tips her head back to give him more room to kiss her neck, mouth parting as she starts to pant. already. it is exactly what she wanted, although she doesn't manage to actually speak up about it until his hand is on her hip, drawing her in closer as he rocks up into her. ]
Oh, my god.
[ just a little more is fucking insane, because she's slowly rolling her hips in those small circles that always help her ease into taking all of him, but it still feels like so much. she pulls in a slow breath, shifts her focus to the press of his lips on her skin, the grip of his palm on her hip, the flex of his arms under her hands. she skims her nails up over the curve of his shoulders, whimpers in a satisfied-but-still-needy way once she feels herself finally settle flat on his lap.
and immediately grind down hard, tucking her knees in tighter against his thighs.
it's probably a little ridiculous that his dirty talk makes heat prickle up the back of her neck and across her cheeks in a different way than the pink flush that was there a second ago, but it does. look, it's one thing for her to say how she wants it, but it's totally different when he says it. especially right after she just impulsively made the decision to sit on his dick without getting a condom first. oop. she tightens up around him, lifts up a bit and lets gravity drop her back down, but just once. a very defiant bounce. ]
Haven't decided yet.
[ except she kinda has, because she's already starting to rock forward and back on his lap, her back slowly arching in a way that has her leaning into him before she settles back again, slow, like she's testing the waters. or trying to find something, apparently, because once she does it's pretty damn obvious - her eyes fluttering open wide again as she moans. it feels like cheating in a way, because she always comes fast when he fucks her at an angle like this, but she also doesn't want to tempt fate too much and take her time, no matter how good she knows his stamina is. ]
Stay right there for me, just like that. Shit, just like that. [ she tries moving a little faster for a moment but then slows back down again, whimpering ] As much as I love your hands - and your mouth - I don't think I'll ever get used to, oh, how good it feels when you fill me up like this. It's so - fuck - fucking cliché, but you're so big and it feels so perfect and it drives me crazy.
( Steve doesn't need any more reasons to be nuts about Nancy. he's already so far gone. has been for awhile. years! and yet this is just another thing to throw onto the pile, the way her body slowly adjusts to take him in. Steve has always found watching his cock sink inside of her strangely enthralling, maybe some caveman satisfaction of being big hands and big dick and tiny girl and somehow it all still worked. and he likes watching it happen almost as much as he likes how it feels. when he's particularly dazed by how hot it is to see his girlfriend slowly take his dick, he'll just lay back and watch it happen. sometimes Nancy scoffs and calls him lazy, sometimes she laughs at him and makes a show of holding up her hair or playing with her breasts. on his lap the angle isn't quite as good to watch, but the lack of visual is easily trumped by how much it feels. the way he can feel every inch of her as she takes every inch of him. Jesus Christ, he's gonna lose his mind. giving the lady what she wants and staying still feels impossible when all he wants is to roll her over and keep that piston and friction between them. wants to know how different fucking her will sound without a rubber. wants more of the right now he's getting, and as much as he usually likes Nancy on top it is laced with an astonishing amount of frustration this time around.
good frustration, though. maybe it's his just desserts. for teasing her so long. it would figure that she doesn't have to be slow now, and she's doing it anyway to be a brat. he rumbles hotly against her skin, which turns to a moan when she rucks against him exactly once before she decides to rock against him instead. it's hard, and delightful, to just sit still and let her take it when both of them want more. wading through desire carefully isn't exactly a strong suit of theirs. he shoves his hands up under her shirt — his sweatshirt, still, so he can claim to feel guilty about how the fabric wrinkles and pools at his wrists as his palms cup her breasts. it's not a good grip to try and tug her around, which is the point. if his hands were on her hips he'd have no chance at not trying to guide her back into bouncing, and at least this way he can see a little better as she works him. )
Yeah? ( he says, a stupid, brainless response, but sometimes full sentences are lost on him when they're having sex. blood has rushed to his dick, or whatever. maybe to every little nerve ending because any place she touches as she starts to ride him, burns and prickles and sings from her touch. he goes brainless and in short order he goes stream of consciousness, no words to too many of them with no warning. and as Nancy starts and slows again, apparently it's one of those times. ) Good. I love how you look like this, with... mmm, fuck, with my dick inside you. It's so fucking hot, watching you. Feeling you. Jesus, Nance, you feel so good, baby. When I have my tongue in you, or my fingers, I don't think my dick will even fit in your cute fucking pussy and look at you, full of it.
( was that too much? verging on. so much for a filter. Steve squeezes her nipples between his fingers as he palms her breasts a little harder, and she told him to sit still but he can't help one buck up into the wet heat of her cunt. and if the first bit was too dirty, the next probably definitely is, but it's in his brain and out his mouth too fast to censor it. he bites at her chin and it all spills out, hot breath and desperation. ) One day I want you to fuck me just like this until I cum. Fill you up that way, too. ( just the idea of it is practically enough to lose his mind. Nancy may not feel remotely the same about having his cum inside her but soaking her in it and watching it drool out of her when she lifts off of him is going to be something that keeps him warm at night when she's off in Boston and he's here alone, missing her. Nancy has to feel the strain of resisting, just letting her take him as fast and as slow as she wants. he knows it's not a now. but they're here so surely it's a one day, and he's not above admitting he wants it. )
[ to say that nancy is getting a thrill from watching steve carry the tension of staying still because she asked him to - the way it works his jaw and tightens his muscles beneath her hands and colors every other exhale with something like a groan - would be a massive, massive understatement. it's very possible it's actually doubled up the insane rush she was already feeling from making the decision to keep going even without a condom. she doesn't know if it's actually soothing to slide her hand to the back of his neck and stopping to slowly squeeze before making it up the rest of the way to sink her fingers in his hair, but it feels good, doing it.
it also feels good to arch her back even more to press into his hands as soon as they're under her shirt ( his, but hers ), chase down the teasing friction of the peaks of her nipples brushing against his palms, right up until his grip tightens enough that she can't. she's pretty sure there will always be a small part of her that feels a little self-conscious about her tits, or.. lack thereof, but it helps that she knows that steve likes them because he's really never been shy about it. and she also knows exactly why he's touching her there instead of grabbing her hips or squeezing her ass, and that's pretty satisfying in its own way, too. it's much easier to ignore her own neediness if she focuses on his, right? but when she meets his yeah? with a breathless yeah of her own, and the way she squirms on his lap at hearing him call her pussy cute, probably gives away how much she's actually struggling with that.
she wants to scold him, maybe, act a little scandalized before grinding down harder on him and try her best to make a comment that matches how filthy that was, but the pinch of his fingers somehow manages to immediately cut off those plans. instead she just whines, hips jerking forward, and the distracted way her fingers were scratching through his hair just a second ago turns into a tight fist at the crown of his head. she can't bring herself to actually tug though, because that might pull him away from edging his teeth along her jaw and they definitely can't have that.
well, until he adds that last part. ]
Steve.
[ she's too out of her mind to sound anything but turned on by the thought, which is a tiny bit unfortunate? probably? for the nancy of recent past that was telling him to warn her if he felt like he might come in her, at least. but it's mostly really totally fine, because it's not like she's.. not. turned on by it. and who can blame her? all she's actually hearing is that one day he wants her to get him off like this so he can make a complete fucking mess of her, which of course just reminds her of how any time he's ever made a mess of her in these scenarios, he always finds a way to clean her up that leaves her squirming from the overstimulation of it.
so when she does tug him back by his hair and looks him in the eyes, she's got the same look on her face she always does when either of them accidentally pushes at the limit of what their dirty talk has sounded like so far, but apparently didn't push past the actual limit. which is interesting. so it's a very positive expression, even if she's too caught up in this to just smile, and her brain isn't feeling the need to connect any other dots at the moment, thanks! ]
I know you love it, I know you do. I can always tell, too, when you're thinking about it. Like- When you're fingering me, stretching me out on three of them, and when I still need you to start slow when you fuck me after... [ she's lifting her hips as she talks, starting to fuck herself on him, but only taking about half is length each time. like how she used to always need to start off when they first got back together. like she didn't just sink to sitting flat on his lap just a second ago. and the hand that's digging into his shoulder is probably giving away that she's feeling pretty tortured herself by only letting herself take him like this, but she's not worried about that. she pulls him in for a kiss, bruising and breathless, teeth tugging at his lips, groaning when she starts to take more of him, moving faster. she shouldn't push it, probably, maybe slow down? but it feels good. he feels so good. amazing, actually. ] You're so- dirty, baby. Telling me you wanna come inside me when I'm fucking you like this. Maybe I should stop. Maybe coming for you like this would just be - encouraging you too much. Should I be - using your fingers, or your mmm- nnh - your mouth instead?
( he does love Nancy's tits. he's been with girls with bigger boobs, and yeah, it's fun. the weight of them, the way they move. he is a guy, okay? boobs are great. however, the fact Nancy's are attached to Nancy Wheeler is a real wildcard. they look delectable when she still has a bra on, for starters. the soft peak of them, upturned nipples when she's turned on, really fun to look at. and still enjoyable under his palms, especially when he holds them or squeezes them. and seeing her nipples tighten is a 0-100 on the horniness scale. teasing them a little over the fabric of her shirt when she's trying to laze around and read. ignoring her petulant Steve! even as they pebble underneath her shirt and then either it has to come off or he has to go under, there's just no alternatives to those options, at all.
it doesn't occur to him until far to late that some of that dirty talk could have been internal, horny contemplation instead of open air concept. it's definitely too late, though. a sorry is balanced at the tip of his tongue, but instead Nancy straightens and makes him look up so she can look back and god she's so fucking beautiful. breathless and wild. and smiling, so, despite how depraved it is to tell a girl you want to paint her walls with cum until she's leaking with it (thank GOD he did not go into THAT MUCH detail! !!!!! ), maybe she's not entirely not into it after all. he really got a freebie, there, though maybe it's not that surprising after all. all sorts of things suddenly become appealing for him, if it is Nancy he will be doing it with. stands to reason that she might feel similarly, when they're both so good at sharing and exploring each other during sex.
he nods uselessly as she agrees — yup, he does love it. yup, it's painted on his stupid face when he's thinking about how she feels wrapped around him, the pressure and clench of her when he's three fingers deep. how she feels now, working up and down, the strain of her thighs as she keeps a precarious balance, and so good and yet not enough because it doesn't give him nearly enough of her. the hands at her breasts slip when she threatens to stop, get off some other way instead. landing at her hips, finally. because — well — yeah, they could do that, only, jesus christ, she feels too good. not now. not yet! )
No, no no. Not yet, baby, no. Please. Just... just stay still, all right? I won't, not yet, I'm not ready yet. ( it is truly an addict mindset, to play with fire and insist he had the fortitude not to bend. but Steve sure thinks he can handle it, guiding Nancy lower into his lap, just to feel the exquisite embrace of her around him. ) I'll be good. You want my fingers? You can have it. Whatever you want. ( true to his word, after an entire night of teasing, he is entirely obedient now — a pair of knuckles finding her nub to press and circle. )
[ nancy doesn't laugh when steve's hands move from her breasts to her hips, followed by all that babbling, but the sound she makes is a pleased hum. satisfied. maybe a tiny bit amused. her hands can't seem to keep still either, because as much as she love tugging at his hair and making a completely mess of it, she's also particularly fond of holding his face in her hands when they're together like this, pressed close. her knuckles brush softly over his cheeks, thumbs following after once they settle on either side of his face, in a way that's maybe slightly mismatched with the tone of everything else going on, but she doesn't seem all that worried about it. she's just being touchy while he begs her not to move off of his lap, her own expression the perfect picture of sympathy. because yes, obviously it was very mean of her to suggest he couldn't handle this, threaten to stop when it felt like they only just got started, and- ]
--Oh, my- oh. [ it's not like she wasn't ready for the feeling of him filling her again, but when his hands are on her hips, encouraging her lower, it makes her breath catch and her toes curl and her eyes slip shut for a moment. it's just different. somehow she still manages to hear him even as her brain power drops down to the bare fucking minimum - steve steve steve full full full mine mine mine yes yes yes - so she nods when he tells her he'll be good, offers up his fingers. not that she thinks she needs to- she knows as soon as he puts the offer out there, he's going to give her exactly what she likes best whenever he's buried deep inside her like this, whether she tells him to or not. he knows what he needs to do to get her to stay right there, and she knows he's not about to hesitate to play that card to make sure she does. still, knowing and actually getting it are two very different things, so the way she whimpers for him once he's rubbing over her clit is just as predictable as the rest of it. she ruts against his lap as she slowly arches and tries to tip her hips forward, wanting to open herself up, give him a little more room.
pulling him in for another slow kiss probably takes away from that effort, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knows he'll find a way to work with ( or around ) literally whatever situation ( or position ) she presents him with right now, so she's not squirming around on his lap to try and make it work. ... no, she's just squirming around on his lap because she's too turned on and sensitive that she can't help but tremble a bit each time his knuckles catch her clit just right. ]
Mm, love it. Love when you're good for me. [ she should probably stop kissing him before trying to talk, but apparently she can't be bothered. she pants against his mouth, lips parting wider as her jaw drops. it's filthy sitting on his lap like this, mainly because it's giving her the chance to notice how wet and how tight she feels, stretched around him. ] I should've taken my shorts off so much - sooner. Could've spent the whole movie like this. ... Not the whole movie. Dunno if I could sit still that long. [ she smiles for a moment before moaning again, quiet, needy ] Yeahyeahyeah, that's perfect. That's so fucking perfect.
( is it taking away from the effort? Steve actually thinks that kissing Nancy only turns her on more. he distinctly remembers morning makeouts in the front seat of his car being cut short because some asshole just needed his attention, or because the bell caught up to them a lot sooner than either of them could have anticipated — only for Nancy to be left shifting uncomfortably at her desk, that blessed quarter they actually shared a home room.
not that he wasn't equally miserable, and made more miserable knowing she was still turned on too. a job unfinished. but it was a good miserable. a miserable that burned in their blood and left them trying to finish things later — his tongue a little too far down her throat instead of letting her get a book out of her locker, or the bathroom on the south side of the building that nobody seemed to use, or his personal favorite, the back seat of his car.
the point is, he knows that she likes kissing. and, for the record, he likes kissing too. more than likes it! before Nancy Wheeler, he had realized how much he liked kissing. but after Nancy, he realized how easily he could make it a hobby. spend hours doing it. until she pushed him away and complained about homework that needed doing or that her lips were starting to hurt. and when they're having sex, his mouth on hers is pretty much his favorite place to have it; feeling her mouth twitch up when she smiles, or she huffs a laugh. the heated gasps and moans slipping into his mouth as easy as her tongue. and they come to her so easy, with the slip of his fingers on her clit.
there's a giddy, fluttery feeling under his breastbone, like a puppy getting scratches behind the ears, at the idea of Nancy loving when he's good for her. the sort of shit he knows he'd have been ragged on, back in his high school days. that he is such a complete and utter sucker for her. he used to feel like kind of a chump for it, but these days being a complete and utter sucker for Nancy and her knowing and delighting in it just causes all sorts of butterflies. warm and fuzzies, on top of that twisty needy pull in his gut as she rocks against him. greedy for more and a little senseless with what she's already got. honestly, he regrets not getting that condom a little, now, because he wants to fuck her so bad there's stars behind his eyes. it inspires some not so wise suggestions, because horny hind brain is just certain he can handle it. )
You like being good for me too, don't you? ( Steve breathes out, heavy and heated, pinching her bud between his fingers as his teeth pull at her lower lip. he rolls his hips into her, desperation downright obvious. ) So be a good girl and ride me a little, baby, I wanna watch you.
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and it's not that he's trying to torture her. torture her is such a strong, strong word. tease her. draw it out long enough that she's this close to losing her mind, maybe. and that's not torture. it's just delayed gratification. she'll get the gratification eventually! there's something to be said about working for it making it more satisfying. and Steve does know how Nancy works. that making her wait can drive her the right kind of crazy. crawling all over him and dragging his hands up her sweater rolling against him in all the right ways with sweet desperate little breaths and I need you, now. is it such a crime to try and help her get there when she always comes harder after? no. really, he's doing her a favor. looking out for her, and her orgasms!
he is not unaware of Nancy pressed against his chest, or the floral chemical hit of her hairspray. or the way her fingertip darted the line of his lip when she was feeding him Twizzlers. or the intention behind suggesting they share share one the Lady and the Tramp way. which was more ridiculous than romantic, in Steve's opinion, because they had a mouthful of candy by the time they met in the middle. he's aware of her intentions to delay or at the very least disregard the main function of movie night. usually Steve is game on for that, too. honestly, he got into Teen Wolf mostly on accident. it's just that the movie is familiar in a fuzzy, deja-vu, hard to pin down sort of way. has he seen this before?
Michael J. Fox is familiar. which, of course he is, he's Michael J. Fox. and yet Alex P. Keaton on his own right isn't quite why the movie sticks around in his head. he's remembering something else, waiting for Scott to want to ... make out with his mom? it's blurry, faded and stretched out weird and wrong, from Russian truth serum. and Steve is strangely transfixed, trying to figure it out — remembering and not remembering, even as Nancy shifts around in his lap (which earns a slight grunt, because that's his lap, and his body is still plenty attuned to Nancy even if the rest of him is trying to focus on the movie). as much as he likes the way her touch wanders along his arm and his hand and his palm and his fingers, he likes it in a way he can get lost in. not really notice, just enjoy, even as he squints at the screen and tries to remember which one Bif is. there's a Biff, right? )
Hmm, ( Steve says, and his answer sounds as distracted as the rest of him. that said, as Nancy's mouth presses under his chin, it does jut up to give her more space to kiss him more. he's trying to keep tabs of Michael J. Fox as he gets hairier, it's true. but he can handle a few wandering kisses in addition to that, surely. )
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there's maybe some part of her that realizes steve's a little more invested in teen wolf than she would have expected him to be, and not just from the way it's been harder to distract him from it. he's- quieter, maybe? definitely paying closer attention than he has with literally every other movie they've watched. ..with the exception of clue, and that's only because nancy basically threatened to rewind the movie anytime she thought he missed something important. or missed something at all, really. it was her favorite movie!! it was super important he watched every bit of it.
but anyway, once or twice now she's peeked up at steve and found an expression that was much more serious than the movie called for, like- he's distracted by it, but very not distracted, at the same time. which makes no sense? but it does. and maybe later she'll think to ask him about it, but right now she just wants to get his eyes away from the screen, and his mind off of whatever is making his brow crinkle up the way it is.
he tips his chin to give her more room and she gladly takes it, and she's really, genuinely making an effort not to dig her hip into his thigh as she turns over more, but there might have been some nudging, for sure. but it's quick, and it was the only way to get her knee planted on the couch between his thighs, bracing her weight there instead of totally and completely on steve like she was.
well, okay, no- she does end up leaning against him again, except she's facing him now, her free hand braced against his shoulder as the other stays tucked under his shirt, holding onto his side. it isn't patched over his scars or anything, nothing so direct or deliberate, but she isn't shying away from them at all, either. it- took a bit, getting to that point. baby steps, reassurances. she took his lead on it, avoided touching them when he needed her to, kept her eyes on his, that sort of thing.
but as cautious as she was working up to bringing any sort of attention to them, or touching him anywhere near there without it making him feel anxious or self conscious or anything negative at all, it was pretty damn easy for her to handle, in this context. ..in any context, actually. but with this? intimacy? there was no hesitation, or shyness, in the way she looked him over, with just as much open, ah, admiration as she ever had, even back when she still couldn't totally believe that she could be with him like this. close and comfortable and needy needy needy. if anything, she liked having a reason to remind him that she found him as insanely attractive as ever. maybe more, because they've both changed so much, and how could something like scar tissue change the way she looked at him, or how she felt? the scars didn't matter.
sure, there were times when she'd wake from a nightmare and need to hold him close, arms tight around his middle, very aware of them and how he got them. but when he was shirtless, in basically any context, she just wasn't capable of looking at him like the scars were reminders of something ugly or grim. he was right here, safe, with her. they survived, again. that's all that mattered. ]
I have an idea. Hear me out.
[ and right now, all that mattered was that facing him like this, all up in his space, meant there was no straining or stretching needed to lean in and leave a trail of kisses from his chin to his cheek to his jaw and down to his neck. which is where she stayed for a bit, her nose nudging his earlobe as she kissed just below it. when she starts talking again, the words end up dragging over his skin, between slow kisses along his neck ]
I think [ kiss, kiss ] we should pause the movie [ kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss ] and fool around for a little while instead. [ she kisses his jaw again, his chin. ] Sound good?
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still, it's ... nice? comforting? reassuring? that he can still set her off like this. the electric desperation she's trying not to be obvious about as she twists to touch and kiss and feel him more. it's hard not to be affected by that, turns out. being wanted, being wanted desperately. being wanted back by the girl he never figured out how to stop wanting, whether he realized it or not. he sure as shit realizes it now.
Nancy's knee stationed between his legs is a little dirty. because when she leans nearer it's that there and gone, teasing taunting sort of pressure. Steve huffs a groan even as she scatters kisses over any part of him that she can reach, because as much as he wants to (he always wants to, it's sort of a problem), it is definitely distracting from the movie. and he was a stilted sort of invested in it, like if he just kept his eyes on it, something would click and it'd all make sense. he'll never know if he doesn't keep watching!
but then her mouth is by his jaw and it is very easy to tuck back down to kiss her, chase after her when she straightens enough to ask about how fooling around sounds. he has to push back into her body to reach her, for one or two more kisses while he contemplates the answer. )
Hmm, ( Steve says, tone contemplative even though the way he's responding makes the answer rather obvious. his hands wind around her to dip into the scant shorts Nancy insists are for sleeping to palm her ass. it's right there, why wouldn't he? and really, scout's honor, he was going to agree that sounded great actually, and probably forget all about pausing in his toying with the simple lace line of her underwear. when the argument about Scott being himself instead of a werewolf escalates behind the curly head leaning down to kiss him again, with that smug little smile on her face. and look, Steve loves that smug little smile.
but he also likes driving Nancy a little crazy. so, you know what? Steve kisses her one last time, before widening his stance just enough that her leverage over him topples and she is instead left straddling his thigh. ) The movie has gotta be almost over, babe. Let's just get it over with. ( that's reasonable, right? like flossing or taking out the trash, this Michael J. Fox classic is something they simply must endure until it is over. Steve even pulls his hands back, one arm on the back of the couch, the other lazily propped on the arm of the couch. the look on his face is all smarmy charm and feigned innocence, with an undercurrent of challenge. she can handle that, right? 30 more minutes before Scott figures his shit out and goes to the school dance and stops being extra hairy and then they can have their hands all over each other. )
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and the cherry on top is that usually when steve gets both hands on her ass like this, it means it won't be long before he's tugging her in closer to either settle her on his lap, or roll them over to switch spots without falling off the damn couch. usually she's too caught up in things to be able to predict what he'll do, but right now she wants to be on his lap. she wants to roll her hips against his, chase down that slow friction that has him gripping her harder, but still lets her control the pace. she wants everything, right now, and usually! usually this is exactly what it looks like when the green light's been given. go, go, go!
except when he kisses her again, it doesn't last nearly as long as she was expecting. which means her lips are still a bit pursed and her eyes are still shut, when he sits back again and changes up his position. the way it catches her off guard isn't as embarrassing as it is unexpected, which is why the sound of surprise she makes ] --whuh? [ isn't all that different from when someone interrupts her while daydreaming, or following a particularly gripping train of thought. but then he even pulls his hands away and, oh, what?
what the hell???
she drops her head with a huffy, frustrated laugh, then sits back on his thigh. watches him for a moment, then back over her shoulder to watch the movie, then back to him. eyes wide, like she's waiting for a punchline. ]
Seriously? Steve. [ no, she knows he's not being all that serious right now. they both know the difference between a genuine no and the teasing kind with a challenge attached. but apparently he's at least invested enough in the movie to actually stick to making her wait, and that does surprise her a bit. again, she almost asks why, but his body language is too much of a clear challenge to want to switch the focus away from that just yet. ] Fine. I'll just get started without you.
[ she almost reaches down to tug off her shirt, but she doesn't really want to? because it's his shirt, and she really does love wearing his shirt. and she knows he really loves that she's wearing his shirt, too, so that helps.
anyway, "getting started without him" usually means putting space between them and touching herself until he gets frustrated and takes over, but this time it has her lifting up to knee-crawl back, then shift over to sit between his legs instead straddling the one. it might look like an attempt to get in the way of the tv, but then her hands are on his thighs, her body naturally dipping a little lower as she slides them up, up, up, until they're framing his cock on either side over his sleep pants, then sliding back down. she's slower about it the second time, thumbs lifting to rub over him more directly along the way. she finally looks up at him again, after the third time, the corner of her mouth quirked up into a smirk. ]
Finish your movie. I don't mind.
[ she might actually murder him if he makes her wait until the credits roll, but she's pretty confident he won't. ]
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it's weird and complicated, that this one has. and it's not even because it's good, or he likes the story. it just feels like he's seen it and hasn't all at once and that doesn't make sense. everything after the truth serum is both blurry and vibrant, he can't trust much of what he remembers for complete accuracy. wondering if this might be the movie he saw that day is just a little surreal, is all. it grabbed his attention, but maybe not in a good way. he's happy to have a distraction, of sorts. maybe he should have just given in, let Nancy have her victory, move on to something that feels good. instead of something that feels weird and disorienting, just from being entangled with bad memories.
but Steve isn't bothered by this development, either. it is fairly safe to say that Nancy will get her way, it's just more fun to torment her a little first. and the way she says his name, not upset-frustrated so much as oh, it's like that, huh? frustrated, is a good indication that he's hit just the right note to play this out a little longer.
he sort of expects a certain reaction. going to the far side of the couch to deprive him of contact, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and the delicious sounds of her starting to moan under the work of her own touch. that's not what happens, though, as she settles between his legs — which is really already doing something, that something that is hard to articulate without sounding like a complete asshole. it's just... she can fit so easily there, can't she? both her legs nestled between his thighs, and she just looks so right there. perfect and petite and the ideal opposite to him. slim and small where he's broad and bulky. her hands small but incredibly dextrous, when it comes to touching him just the way he likes.
which is not something he saw coming, until it was happening. Steve huffs out a surprised breath, shifting uncomfortably (and yet very comfortable, all at once) as her hands stroke his thighs, one palm runs just barely at his dick. ) Not a Michael J. Fox girl, huh? ( Steve inquires, breath slightly caught behind his teeth as he tries not to react too much too soon to her taunting. it's only fair that she turns it around on him, and Steve Harrington is not a quitter. Nancy can get what she wants, it's just that she's gonna have to work for it. )
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[ it's possible that her smirk dropped into a confused little pout ( complete with wide eyes and a small tilt of her head ) a bit too quickly to be totally believable, but that's fine. she's not really worried about it. sometimes it's fun to play up the same "sweet and innocent" thing she used to back when they dated her sophomore year, that she's even still fully capable of it considering how much she's changed since then. not that it was all an act back then, technically, if she chooses to align her inexperience with innocence, but eventually there came a point where she very clearly wasn't actually all that scandalized by the fact that- gasp! what? steve didn't want to actually study?!
and there's absolutely no chance of her convincing anyone that she's anything close to innocent right now, not when she's kneeling between her boyfriend's thighs, twisting the drawstring of his sweatpants around her finger before tugging the bow loose. she's very deliberately flirting with the line between filthy and goofy, but like- michael j. fox is howling in the middle of a basketball court on the tv behind her? so she's not about to act like these are the ideal circumstances for a breathtaking seduction.
speaking of- ] Oh, him? [ she turns to watch the movie for a couple seconds again - five, tops, and only because she needed two to stop herself from laughing at what's on the screen - before turning back around and shaking her head, nose scrunching ] Not really my type. [ she shifts to put more space between her knees as her hand slips under his shirt again, this time up the center of his torso, tugging the fabric up along with it. she flattens her palm against his sternum to brace herself, leaning down to kiss his stomach. she's not actively trying to rush things, but she might be rushing things. maybe. she starts somewhere near the middle of his stomach, but each kiss lands lower, and lower, then just above his belly button, then lower still. she turns her face down to watch when she finally rubs him over his pants properly, makes sure he feels the way she exhales a sharp breath when she starts to feel the hard line of him against her palm. eventually she turns to give him another small line of kisses, this time closer to his hip, along the band of his pants until she's centered again, nosing at that infuriatingly hot trail of hair that leads directly to his dick. but she keeps every kiss she gives him soft, soft, soft. like maybe she really is still trying to give him a fighting chance of finishing the movie. ha. ]
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but he'll do it, sometimes. he knows Nancy likes the rush of getting her way, and what's the fun in always being handed the victory? it is usually worth the restraint, in how feverish and eager she gets. she's surprisingly languid today, in winning him over. he was sort of expecting a certain trajectory, when she plucked his pants open. and instead her hands slink under his shirt, and up his sides, over the occasional jagged patch of scar. doesn't slow or stop her, in fact she tucks closer to press her mouth to his skin. Steve huffs a heavy breath, and it is practically excruciating to try and keep his eyes on the screen instead of Nancy.
it is frankly impossible to just sit back and let her touch him like this, though. especially as she strokes his cock through cotton and look, nobody can say he didn't know what her intentions were tonight. because his sweatpants are the only layer between him and her touch. his hand slides up her arm and her shoulder, fingers splay on her back a moment before they settle at the back of her neck. dig a little into her hair, especially as her trail navigates lower and lower. )
Hmm, ( Steve says, like this insightful commentary on what Nancy is into is really hitting. the hmm turns into a rumble-mumble of approval at her mouth landing just there at his waistband. ) So what is, huh? ( it's blatant fishing, though considering he decided the play today was to torment her on purpose it'd be just desserts if she supplied a type that had nothing to do with him. but the way she's been trying to eat him alive all night does poke a few holes in any potential attempt to imply he doesn't fit squarely in her interests these days. )
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because- maybe she's a little bit ridiculously attracted to the fact that he's kinda hairy now, without the pressures of being the swim team co-captain making him shave, and that he's warm from the way she was grinding on his lap not too long ago. it's weird, probably, but she's okay with being weird in this case. so she's taking her time. and that includes planting two, three more deliberate kisses there, like his dick isn't right fucking there, making her feel a little dizzy from how turned on she is. ]
M'not sure how to describe my type. I wouldn't even know where to start. [ yes, she sounds comically distracted, she knows, she's fine with it. her hand slips out from under his shirt to join the other in tugging his pants down more, because she's tired of making him wait to feel her mouth on him, and making herself wait for it too, honestly. although she lets her breath ghost over him again first, peeking up to smile at him, while her thumb rubs that spot under the head that makes him leak for her, and her other hand drags that waistband down until she can tuck it under his balls, out of the way. ] But if you shut the TV off, you might be able to catch your reflection in the screen. That'll give you some idea. [ apparently she really does think her cheesy lines are hilarious, because she had full intentions of ducking down to take him in her mouth right after saying it, but she stops to laugh first, makes up for it with a few tugs of her hand. but it also means that she's sort of humming once she does close her lips around him and slowly sucks, so. maybe he could forgive the brief pause for laughter. ]
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thankfully, the thoughts don't last long. can't last, really, with her mouth wandering and the hot run of her breath over his skin. Nancy's mouth on him distracts from most things, the ugly knots of his scars included. it gets to be a shortlived, absent thought, as her mouth lands on the happy trail of hair streaking downwards. he's already half hard, for all his attempts to play coy about things. his dick is not any good at the play it cool game. it started giving him away around the part Nancy ended up squirming around in his lap. honestly his dick was ready to turn off the movie when they were still in the making out stage. Nancy's tongue in his mouth and fingertips pressed to his shoulders and the smack of her lips was about all it took. so when she finally shows him a little mercy and pulls what's left of the sweatpants down, his cock springs out of the cotton in a merry salute.
there's some kind of important dialogue going on in the background. a girl is crying. good tears? bad tears? truthfully Steve does not know. he is so delayed on whining about Nancy not knowing what her type is, that it's too late and she gets all smug and sassy and okay yeah that was smooth. damn. even if she's huffing a laugh at herself as she strokes him off and finally wraps her mouth around the tip of his erection. ) Fuck, Nancy, ( Steve says, amused and frustrated and devoted all rolled into one. it takes literally all the willpower he has not to tilt his hips toward her mouth. he shifts his hand to the angle of her throat instead, lets the pad of his thumb run her jaw. it takes far too long for him to come up with something smart to say, especially with the flat of her tongue pressed against the length of his cock. )
So you're over Tom Cruise, ( he says, voice colored but still plenty smug. mostly because he knows her mouth is full right now. of all the times to tease a girl about her Tom Cruise crush, Steve Harrington!!!! )
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however, the way she groans when he makes that tom cruise comment really isn't like either of those things. that's the sound she makes when he starts cracking jokes when she's got his dick in her mouth! you're an idiot, steve harrington.
if she wasn't so busy with this very particular thing, this would be when she'd shove at his shoulder and roll her eyes, pretend she didn't think it was funny. but she can't do any of that, so instead she dips down to take more of him in her mouth and suck in a way that she thinks might be a little harsh, and pairs it with digging her nails into the meat of his thigh, then dragging down. just a short distance, barely anything! and it's... not the best punishment, in that it isn't really punishment at all, no. but it's more about the shock factor, hoping to catch him off guard with it, than it is about actually hurting him in any way. hopefully the way she smooths the flat of her palm back up his thigh right after makes that clear enough.
she doesn't quite glare up at him, but the look in her eyes is not unlike the way she looks at someone trying to get her attention when she's clearly busy right now. she huffs a breath through her nose, refocusing! then shifts after she swallows and feels him against her soft palate, so she can wrap her hand around what her mouth can't reach. she's talked a lot of shit about how bad she wants to see if she can push past that point, and she's even tried a couple times ( usually after they've been fooling around for a while and she's too out of her mind to tolerate it for very long ), but she knows that realistically that isn't about to happen right now. she's too pent up, too needy for it, which has proven to be the fastest way to get her to tense up and choke. she needs to take the edge off first, relax.
but, y'know, later. maybe. for now she's swallowing hard one more time before slowly pulling back, her hand following about halfway before sliding back down. and there's no practical reason tip her head so she can slowly drag the flat of her tongue up his length, like she's licking a damn popsicle or something, but it felt like a nice lead-up to the way she squeezes her hand tight and jerks him off after. pouts her lips against him, but doesn't lick out again until she feels his cock drool for her.
... what? he challenged her! so she's playing extra dirty. sue her. ]
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the idea of his entire cock in her mouth is a bit of a lost fantasy. he's not... small. look, he's not exactly whipped out a measuring tape, but between being a jock and seeing other guys shower and the looks he gets when his dick comes out, he's aware he's doing well for himself. a girl taking all of him is a small accomplishment. a girl taking all of him in her mouth? well, thus far it hasn't been attainable. and Nancy is small, all of her is small. mouth included. Steve is pretty sure he is not the only one with filthy fantasies of finding the right angle to let him slip deep down her throat, what with how determined she is to take him. sometimes tears spotting at her eyes and frustrated huffs of breath as she slips just a little bit more. he does think about it, though, maybe Nancy on her knees, maybe her palms balanced on his thighs. hopefully with eyes on his and mouth open and red for him. trusting him to take as much of her as he can, letting him push her, see how much of him her throat can take. it's not even that she's bad at giving head, because she certainly isn't. there's just something primal about it, fucking her mouth, losing himself inch by inch as she moans and her grip gets tighter —
well, as nice a mental image as it is, he can't get lost in it now. when he's already got a great mental image to indulge in. no imagination required. and it is so much more than a visual — the hollow of her cheeks, the dusting of sun across her cheekbones, the messy work of spit and precum spread over her lips and dribbling down her chin. there's sensation, her hair dusting against his thighs and his belly, and oh yeah the decadent pressure and heat of her mouth. he should have known better, that teasing her would just flip that gotta make him forget his own name switch. it's definitely working, he can't make jokes about Tom Cruise when he can't even think of his own name. the only one he manages to hold onto is Nancy, Nancy, f-fuck, Nance — at least until she comes up for air and licks a stripe up the bottom of his shaft. )
Jesus christ, ( Steve laughs, a little dizzy with desire and giddy with the way Nancy is looking at him, small palm firmly jerking him off. his hand shifts from the side of her neck to the back of it, pressing just a little to try and convince her if words won't work. ) Get up here. ( so much for Teen Wolf. she wins, challenge accepted and handily met. he does not have any heart left to pretend he wants to pay attention to anything else but her. and while yes, she could finish him with her tongue and he'd come back around eventually, he knows the spitfire desperation coursing through her right about now. she can't wait that long, and he's not inclined to wait that long, either. )
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V'been thinking about this all fucking day - want you.
[ as if that isn't... abundantly clear at this point. but she hadn't actually said it yet, and that's something she's still working on! words of affirmation are just as important in a filthy context as they are in any other context.
she's trying to inch forward on her knees so she can settle on his lap again, but it's somewhat difficult when she's situated between his thighs and she's too out of her mind with arousal to really think it through. it's not rocket science, but it definitely requires more coordination than she can handle when one of her hands is in his hair and the other is still jerking him off. although she honestly hasn't really been focusing on that either, so the purposeful way she was jerking him off a moment ago has been replaced with a much slower tease. she whines against his mouth, because apparently horny nancy isn't the same dedicated problem solver that not-horny nancy is. if she bites into his lip a little harder this time, it's only because she's frustrated with herself, not him. ]
Baby.
[ it's as close to a HELP ME PLEASE as she's willing to give him here, because she wants to keep touching him, but she also wants him to touch her, and maybe she kinda does want to make him come in her mouth first but she also wants him inside her like yesterday. she wants to take off all of her clothes, and all of his, but at the same time, and she doesn't have enough hands for that. she wants to drag him upstairs to his bedroom, but she also doesn't want to move away from this spot at all. how do people make choices?! 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 how does thinking work? 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 apparently nancy wheeler only knows how to kiss and feel up her boyfriend and that's IT. 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺]
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the idea she's been waiting all day isn't exactly news. though since they haven't been together all day, it is a nice little stroke to his ego. Steve gets it, because most of his waking and even some of his sleeping hours are spent wanting Nancy Wheeler. in some ways, Nancy seems like she's better at getting around it. work or school or family obligation or college applications, other things she needs to hyper fixate on. when she comes up for air, though, she tends to be some shade of wild for it. like the consequence of not indulging means she needs it twice as bad. peaks and valleys, instead of an endurance sprint. Steve likes it, he finds it charming even. how she can go practically out of her mind wanting him. they have a habit of evening each other out as much as they make each other worse. it's delightfully balanced, in a way.
does make him a little nervous as to how either of them are gonna handle her being thirteen hours away. but you know. until then.
the point is, that existing in a consistent baseline of wanting Nancy Wheeler, is practically a superpower when it comes down to it. because he isn't always in the same mad wanton desperation, the two brain cells still firing when his dick gets hard can and will do the heavy lifting for both of them when horny brain shuts Nancy's higher thinking down. maybe it is less brain cells at work and more caveman brutality, that knows on the floor ain't gonna cut it when floor is so far away. it is kind of awkward, to be fair. to reach down and haul her up to where he is. especially with his cock in the way and her palm wrapped around it. he's lucky that Nancy isn't a lot to lift. it is entirely possible to grab her by underneath the thighs and heft her back where she belongs. in his lap is immediately better, than having her spinning out in desperation on the floor.
there is too many clothes between them and there's no bed. these are facts. Steve is a lot more content to ignore these realities to focus on the good. Nancy is back on top of him, for starters. his hands are already on her thighs, which means he can spread and tug at the itsy-bitsy sleep shorts she decided were a completely reasonable thing to wear to watch a movie. take 'em off or pull one of the legs open? compelling and complicated decision to make. instead of making a choice, Steve just reaches in through one of the legs to press the wet heat of Nancy's cunt. it's not like he didn't buy it, when she said had been wanting it all day. he's just a smug self interested jerk and really did wanna feel it. he goes from pressing, to rubbing, to shifting fingers past the wet cotton to press and rub, skin on skin, 0 to 100, what's that about Michael J. Fox? never heard of him. )
God you're so fucking hot for it, Nancy — ( aesthetically, wrapped around his fingers, her body keened against him. it's a layered sentiment. ) You do want it, huh? So bad. So bad you can't even wait for us to go... Fuck. Condoms. ( his brain was moving faster than his words on that one, because he definitely realized mid thought that those are... definitely all the way upstairs. he is going to start squirreling them around the house like a maniac, on a just in case sort of basis. his mom might have some questions if she ever finds a Trojan in one of her plants, but honestly she's not around enough to notice and really she should just be proud he's being safe about things!!! )
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[ yes, she's hot for it, yes, she wants it so bad that she can't stand to wait any longer. yes, he's finally touching her, yes, yes, yes to all of the above. both of her hands end up on his shoulders as she fights the urge to curl up closer to him, because she knows she would just end up burying her face against his neck so she could kiss and suck and bite at him like a horny vampire, and she'd much rather keep her eyes on his for now. she's also trying to stop herself from rocking against his hand too much, but she's- much less successful with that endeavor. it's just-! he knows exactly how to touch her when she's already out of her mind like this, so she's not shocked when he skips tugging down her shorts in favor of just sliding his hand up her thigh and into her panties from there, but it still makes her whine and bite her lip, fingers digging hard into the muscle of his shoulders before she can think to stop herself. then again, even once she does catch herself, she only relaxes her grip a little bit and braces one of her hands around the back of his neck instead. which probably isn't much better when her hold on him still keeps tightening every time he gives her any amount of friction against her clit, but that's here nor there.
"fuck. condoms." earns him a jut of her bottom lip, just a straight up pout, because all she hears is that she can't just sink down on his cock and grind on him right here within the next thirty seconds or less. she should've planned for this! hidden a condom away somewhere! but no, she just made sure there were more than enough in his bedside table while they were getting changed before. damn. ]
--Fffuck, fuck. [ another hard rub of his fingers makes her hips buck forward again, her next breath sounding more like a groan than she'd ever admit. because yeah, she's groaning already. she's hit that point. she leans closer as she pulls him in for another kiss, which means it's almost too hard and definitely too clumsy at first, makes her whine into it, but it doesn't take long for her to relax, each kiss after that melting into something filthy-perfect. although honestly, the desire to kiss steve like this when they're alone is becoming a go-to, at this point. like they just can't make out in a lowkey way anymore. she's pretty sure they've already clocked in more kissing hours than they did the first time around, and they had been dating for nearly a year back then. and she only wants to crush that record even more, right now.
okay okay okay she needs to focus ]
What if we-?
[ ( nancy. ) yes, she's mentally scolding herself. she's not actually about to suggest that maybe they don't need a condom if they tried what they talked about not all that long ago, is she? that maybe she could settle on his lap with him buried to the hilt and just... stay there. settled, yeah. that's being careful, right? ( no, it's not!! ) she shifts on her knees with the plan of moving back so she can lift herself up off of his lap and stand up so she can get them moving, make a mad dash for his bedroom, but when she moves to grab his wrist to pull his hand away from her, she just can't do it, not yet. so she ends up just holding on, thumb pressed to his pulse point ]
We- We should go upstairs. Bed. Condoms. [ that brought her pout back, didn't it? oops. it's because thinking is still so hard!!! ] M'gonna ride you, just like this. Mm, or turned around the other way, like we were before. [ she moans, then grins, but her voice drops a little quieter now because she's trying to talk dirty okay, that's the goal, but it's still a little embarrassing when he's right here in front of her,!! even if they've talked about this stuff before ] Whichever gets you deeper.
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it has to happen though, doesn't it? Nancy leans back enough to talk to him, what if we... ) Mmmhmm, ( Steve agrees, nuzzling back greedily, not even particularly aware of what he's agreeing to, just that he'd do about anything Nancy wants when she's so wet and wanton for him. he groans, actually groans, disappointed and deprived from the back of his throat, when she lifts back up off his lap. jesus, he knew that part had to happen, but distance feels so fucking bad when all he wants is to keep feeling her. feel more, slip inside of her with all her clothes still on, more kisses and more breath and everything in between, more more more —–
it's good Nancy's ability to think decisively has returned from war, because his really faded out there for a second. Steve blinks, like he's waking up, instead of just trying to think besides how bad he wants her. he laughs, breathless and pleased, at whichever gets you deeper. Nancy has gotten pretty wild about her desires with the safety of a screen between them, but that's kinda new? hearing her say it out loud. it's like dumping gasoline on a fire. he was really already going, Wheeler, and then you swing this on him? )
Fuck, baby. Both. ( he's really responding to just the mental image, though he's really gonna need it to not be in his imagination ASAP or he's gonna lose his goddamn mind. he knows the walking thing has to happen, but he still sinks a couple fingers inside her entrance to try and tide himself over. it only kinda works. ) God I wanna be inside you, Nance, jesus, right now right now.
( and that sort of sounds like he's suggesting they skip the stairs and the condom and the responsibility and that's not really what he meant, okay?? ? ? the so we should go upstairs already just got lost somewhere in there. it's just... look. patience isn't necessarily his strong suit, and whatever resistance he had got burned trying to pretend he didn't see her shifting around on his thigh and pressing her hardened nipples against his arm as she leaned past him for popcorn. he's fresh out now. )
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... okay, yeah, it's definitely fine. two of steve's fingers aren't exactly a tease, they're actually more than enough to get her off if that's all they have time for, but right now it feels like the worst tease in the world. utter torment. how dare he? her hand moves fast to brace herself on the back of the couch before she stumbles, but just before she settles right back where she was on his lap, she wavers.
right now right now
so... she's only been with two people, right, but she's never had sex with either of them without a condom. it just never seemed like an option. it's like, the one thing hawkins high ever emphasized when it came to sex ed. the decision to have sex was one that shouldn't be taken likely, as it introduced a number of potential life-changing blah blah blahs, but all of those complications were easily avoidable as long as they always used a rubber. it really was that simple for her.
but now it's suddenly very not. which is a lot to wrap her head around in the moment, as opposed to when she's lying in bed texting steve about what they could get up to the next time they take a mini road trip somewhere. she's still panting as she watches him ( whining, really ), but her brow pinches in that same way it always does when she's speed-running a scenario in her head, weighing options. ...it's also the same way it pinches when she's trying to figure out if it's physically possible for her to come a third time in a row, but that's here nor there. but eventually she's slowly nodding, chewing her lip even as she smiles. okay. okay, yeah. ]
Right now. [ she's fully aware he probably wasn't actually heatedly suggesting what she's set her mind to now, that it was an unfinished statement, but the way she says it is absolute. ... well. ] Right now? [ just double checking. especially because it means she needs to move again, starting with both hands moving to shove the hem of her ( his, hers ) shirt up enough that she can hook her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. she nods again, brows lifting, because he kinda needs to move his hand for her to shove down her shorts, but he gets the hint. it takes all of her focus to not just topple back and kick them off, instead pushing them down and then standing for a moment to let them drop to the floor, before straddling him again.
she pauses to take a breath, dips forward to kiss him again, the grounded, confident kind, hands pressed flat to his chest. she wants this. hell yeah, she wants this. she drops a little lower, reaching for his cock again, but just to give him a few slow strokes, at first. her heart is definitely hammering in her chest, but in a good way. good-nervous. anticipation. she presses her forehead to his, whines again when she tilts her hips just enough to rub him against her clit. it's a little intimidating already, knowing he'll be able to feel how wet she is in a way he hasn't before, even just from this. fuck. ]
Just have to be careful. [ as if he's not well aware. it comes out as more of a whisper than she meant it to, but maybe that's okay. this feels like something that should maybe be a little quieter for a moment. he scoots her knees out that last bit it takes to get her in the spot to start to ease herself down onto him. she's practically buzzing, too damn impatient, but she doesn't rush this. knows she can't. honestly doesn't want to, either. ] Have to tell me if-- [ she trails off because she's pretty sure she doesn't even have to say it, but... this is new for both of them, so talking it through feels right. even if the words are kind of mumbled against his mouth because she's still trying to kiss him, even if her brain is 99.999% focused on feeling the perfect way he fills her, even when he's only a couple inches in. ] Steve. [ it's just A Lot. ... not his dick. ... well, okay, no, yes, his dick is still A Lot. but it's emotionally a lot too, she's realizing, in a way she wasn't expecting. but maybe she should have. is there such a thing as a third first time? because it almost feels like that. and she might have rushed it, huh? hm. ]
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he was gonna go, though. he really was. he wasn't implying anything, and jackknifing his fingers inside her was just to hold himself over and not make her see red to the point she can't entertain the required walk to the Trojans, either. it was just a matter of filling up his affection meter to garner the strength to function. and Nancy landing back in his lap isn't exactly helping but it also isn't exactly hurting because it's pretty easy to curve his hand to grind against her clit and keep his fingers lost inside of her, 2-for-1 bonus strat to keep her making all those little noises that make him lose his mind. he loses the depth of her concentration as he is leaned back into her, mouth pressed at her shoulder and dragging the sleeve of his own shirt down a little so his tongue can dip in the hollow of her clavicle. right now right now, he said, while still playing an admirable distraction game to avoid the not right now that was a well known caveat of his cock being inside of her.
Nancy nods against his ear, come to some conclusion while he was still lost in skin and the scent of her that is so strong when his face is buried close to her neck. when he shifts back it is to the dreamiest, determined smile, and Steve smiles back because he's hopeless, he does not need to know what they're grinning about. maybe they don't need a reason? it all just feels good, being like this. being together. that's more than reason enough. though, he does catch on there's another reason, when Nancy repeats the inarticulate announcement of his impatience. ) Yeah, ( Steve says, because right now is surely the only option. later is not gonna cut it. not at all, he's pretty sure the blue balls would kill him. right now is all they've got to go on, and the sooner the now the better. ) Right now, ( he echoes, and he catches on with thoughts slowed down like molasses as Nancy lifts to wiggle out of her pajamas and oh shit, is ... is what he thinks is happening actually happening?
he pulls his fingers out of her and just watches, a little thunderstruck, as Nancy lets the scant bits of fabric fall from her legs and climbs directly back into his arms. some part of his brain is stuck on no that's not what I meant but the majority rules and the majority says who the fuck cares if they both found themselves on the same page?
it feels giddy, bubbly, unbelievable as Nancy leans into him again and kisses him and his arms wind around her. her fingers on bare skin and playing his bare cock against her clit. he's fucked without a condom before, he was kind of an idiot in highschool. Nancy is the one that really got him into the habit of protection and he hasn't abandoned it since. so it's been awhile since he's really felt a girl like this. of course he knows it'll be better without a barrier between them; and yet it isn't quite until it's happening that he remembers how much better it'll be. she feels so wet and blissful, hot and desperate and he felt it with his fingers already but feeling it on the oversensitive skin of his head, his dick, it's a whole different story. Steve lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding as she slips him inside, too overwhelmed to even kiss back, just reveling in every inch she takes of him.
now he remembers why he whined about Nancy insisting about protection the first time they were together, because jesus christ. is it weird how heavy this hits him now? Nancy knows there's a risk of having him inside her, there's a chance, even if they're careful — his heart bangs around against his ribs, struck by exactly how much she's giving him as she seals their bodies together. a trust he is determined to deserve, because as much as the delirious prospect of finishing inside of her is all of a sudden singing in the back of his brain, Steve knows better. it's not a now thing, but skipping the condom at all makes it feel like it's a one day thing in a way he couldn't have described until it happened.
he's recovered, mostly, by the time she's half sunk into him. he tilts his kisses to the apples of her cheeks and a hand to her hip to slowly bring himself deeper. whatever gets you deeper — what the lady wants, she will get. ) I will, ( he promises, to the half-finished sentence, momentarily lost in the brush of her eyelashes against his skin. ) That's so good, baby, just like that. God you feel so good, Nancy, right there, just a little more. ( he hikes his hips toward her, meeting the slow pressure of her sinking lower and it practically makes him see stars. he groans and then somehow manages to keep going, like any sense of filter has been checked at the door and instead Nancy is getting a live feed of horny brain that has decided to grab the mic. ) This is what you wanted, huh? Finally. Are you gonna fuck me? Or are you gonna grind on it until your legs start to shake. Come just like that, with my cock inside you.
( does talking dirty back count as a reward for her sampling with the idea? well, who knows, but let the record show Steve doesn't seem to have any shame in returning the favor. )
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Oh, my god.
[ just a little more is fucking insane, because she's slowly rolling her hips in those small circles that always help her ease into taking all of him, but it still feels like so much. she pulls in a slow breath, shifts her focus to the press of his lips on her skin, the grip of his palm on her hip, the flex of his arms under her hands. she skims her nails up over the curve of his shoulders, whimpers in a satisfied-but-still-needy way once she feels herself finally settle flat on his lap.
and immediately grind down hard, tucking her knees in tighter against his thighs.
it's probably a little ridiculous that his dirty talk makes heat prickle up the back of her neck and across her cheeks in a different way than the pink flush that was there a second ago, but it does. look, it's one thing for her to say how she wants it, but it's totally different when he says it. especially right after she just impulsively made the decision to sit on his dick without getting a condom first. oop. she tightens up around him, lifts up a bit and lets gravity drop her back down, but just once. a very defiant bounce. ]
Haven't decided yet.
[ except she kinda has, because she's already starting to rock forward and back on his lap, her back slowly arching in a way that has her leaning into him before she settles back again, slow, like she's testing the waters. or trying to find something, apparently, because once she does it's pretty damn obvious - her eyes fluttering open wide again as she moans. it feels like cheating in a way, because she always comes fast when he fucks her at an angle like this, but she also doesn't want to tempt fate too much and take her time, no matter how good she knows his stamina is. ]
Stay right there for me, just like that. Shit, just like that. [ she tries moving a little faster for a moment but then slows back down again, whimpering ] As much as I love your hands - and your mouth - I don't think I'll ever get used to, oh, how good it feels when you fill me up like this. It's so - fuck - fucking cliché, but you're so big and it feels so perfect and it drives me crazy.
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good frustration, though. maybe it's his just desserts. for teasing her so long. it would figure that she doesn't have to be slow now, and she's doing it anyway to be a brat. he rumbles hotly against her skin, which turns to a moan when she rucks against him exactly once before she decides to rock against him instead. it's hard, and delightful, to just sit still and let her take it when both of them want more. wading through desire carefully isn't exactly a strong suit of theirs. he shoves his hands up under her shirt — his sweatshirt, still, so he can claim to feel guilty about how the fabric wrinkles and pools at his wrists as his palms cup her breasts. it's not a good grip to try and tug her around, which is the point. if his hands were on her hips he'd have no chance at not trying to guide her back into bouncing, and at least this way he can see a little better as she works him. )
Yeah? ( he says, a stupid, brainless response, but sometimes full sentences are lost on him when they're having sex. blood has rushed to his dick, or whatever. maybe to every little nerve ending because any place she touches as she starts to ride him, burns and prickles and sings from her touch. he goes brainless and in short order he goes stream of consciousness, no words to too many of them with no warning. and as Nancy starts and slows again, apparently it's one of those times. ) Good. I love how you look like this, with... mmm, fuck, with my dick inside you. It's so fucking hot, watching you. Feeling you. Jesus, Nance, you feel so good, baby. When I have my tongue in you, or my fingers, I don't think my dick will even fit in your cute fucking pussy and look at you, full of it.
( was that too much? verging on. so much for a filter. Steve squeezes her nipples between his fingers as he palms her breasts a little harder, and she told him to sit still but he can't help one buck up into the wet heat of her cunt. and if the first bit was too dirty, the next probably definitely is, but it's in his brain and out his mouth too fast to censor it. he bites at her chin and it all spills out, hot breath and desperation. ) One day I want you to fuck me just like this until I cum. Fill you up that way, too. ( just the idea of it is practically enough to lose his mind. Nancy may not feel remotely the same about having his cum inside her but soaking her in it and watching it drool out of her when she lifts off of him is going to be something that keeps him warm at night when she's off in Boston and he's here alone, missing her. Nancy has to feel the strain of resisting, just letting her take him as fast and as slow as she wants. he knows it's not a now. but they're here so surely it's a one day, and he's not above admitting he wants it. )
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it also feels good to arch her back even more to press into his hands as soon as they're under her shirt ( his, but hers ), chase down the teasing friction of the peaks of her nipples brushing against his palms, right up until his grip tightens enough that she can't. she's pretty sure there will always be a small part of her that feels a little self-conscious about her tits, or.. lack thereof, but it helps that she knows that steve likes them because he's really never been shy about it. and she also knows exactly why he's touching her there instead of grabbing her hips or squeezing her ass, and that's pretty satisfying in its own way, too. it's much easier to ignore her own neediness if she focuses on his, right? but when she meets his yeah? with a breathless yeah of her own, and the way she squirms on his lap at hearing him call her pussy cute, probably gives away how much she's actually struggling with that.
she wants to scold him, maybe, act a little scandalized before grinding down harder on him and try her best to make a comment that matches how filthy that was, but the pinch of his fingers somehow manages to immediately cut off those plans. instead she just whines, hips jerking forward, and the distracted way her fingers were scratching through his hair just a second ago turns into a tight fist at the crown of his head. she can't bring herself to actually tug though, because that might pull him away from edging his teeth along her jaw and they definitely can't have that.
well, until he adds that last part. ]
Steve.
[ she's too out of her mind to sound anything but turned on by the thought, which is a tiny bit unfortunate? probably? for the nancy of recent past that was telling him to warn her if he felt like he might come in her, at least. but it's mostly really totally fine, because it's not like she's.. not. turned on by it. and who can blame her? all she's actually hearing is that one day he wants her to get him off like this so he can make a complete fucking mess of her, which of course just reminds her of how any time he's ever made a mess of her in these scenarios, he always finds a way to clean her up that leaves her squirming from the overstimulation of it.
so when she does tug him back by his hair and looks him in the eyes, she's got the same look on her face she always does when either of them accidentally pushes at the limit of what their dirty talk has sounded like so far, but apparently didn't push past the actual limit. which is interesting. so it's a very positive expression, even if she's too caught up in this to just smile, and her brain isn't feeling the need to connect any other dots at the moment, thanks! ]
I know you love it, I know you do. I can always tell, too, when you're thinking about it. Like- When you're fingering me, stretching me out on three of them, and when I still need you to start slow when you fuck me after... [ she's lifting her hips as she talks, starting to fuck herself on him, but only taking about half is length each time. like how she used to always need to start off when they first got back together. like she didn't just sink to sitting flat on his lap just a second ago. and the hand that's digging into his shoulder is probably giving away that she's feeling pretty tortured herself by only letting herself take him like this, but she's not worried about that. she pulls him in for a kiss, bruising and breathless, teeth tugging at his lips, groaning when she starts to take more of him, moving faster. she shouldn't push it, probably, maybe slow down? but it feels good. he feels so good. amazing, actually. ] You're so- dirty, baby. Telling me you wanna come inside me when I'm fucking you like this. Maybe I should stop. Maybe coming for you like this would just be - encouraging you too much. Should I be - using your fingers, or your mmm- nnh - your mouth instead?
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it doesn't occur to him until far to late that some of that dirty talk could have been internal, horny contemplation instead of open air concept. it's definitely too late, though. a sorry is balanced at the tip of his tongue, but instead Nancy straightens and makes him look up so she can look back and god she's so fucking beautiful. breathless and wild. and smiling, so, despite how depraved it is to tell a girl you want to paint her walls with cum until she's leaking with it (thank GOD he did not go into THAT MUCH detail! !!!!! ), maybe she's not entirely not into it after all. he really got a freebie, there, though maybe it's not that surprising after all. all sorts of things suddenly become appealing for him, if it is Nancy he will be doing it with. stands to reason that she might feel similarly, when they're both so good at sharing and exploring each other during sex.
he nods uselessly as she agrees — yup, he does love it. yup, it's painted on his stupid face when he's thinking about how she feels wrapped around him, the pressure and clench of her when he's three fingers deep. how she feels now, working up and down, the strain of her thighs as she keeps a precarious balance, and so good and yet not enough because it doesn't give him nearly enough of her. the hands at her breasts slip when she threatens to stop, get off some other way instead. landing at her hips, finally. because — well — yeah, they could do that, only, jesus christ, she feels too good. not now. not yet! )
No, no no. Not yet, baby, no. Please. Just... just stay still, all right? I won't, not yet, I'm not ready yet. ( it is truly an addict mindset, to play with fire and insist he had the fortitude not to bend. but Steve sure thinks he can handle it, guiding Nancy lower into his lap, just to feel the exquisite embrace of her around him. ) I'll be good. You want my fingers? You can have it. Whatever you want. ( true to his word, after an entire night of teasing, he is entirely obedient now — a pair of knuckles finding her nub to press and circle. )
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--Oh, my- oh. [ it's not like she wasn't ready for the feeling of him filling her again, but when his hands are on her hips, encouraging her lower, it makes her breath catch and her toes curl and her eyes slip shut for a moment. it's just different. somehow she still manages to hear him even as her brain power drops down to the bare fucking minimum - steve steve steve full full full mine mine mine yes yes yes - so she nods when he tells her he'll be good, offers up his fingers. not that she thinks she needs to- she knows as soon as he puts the offer out there, he's going to give her exactly what she likes best whenever he's buried deep inside her like this, whether she tells him to or not. he knows what he needs to do to get her to stay right there, and she knows he's not about to hesitate to play that card to make sure she does. still, knowing and actually getting it are two very different things, so the way she whimpers for him once he's rubbing over her clit is just as predictable as the rest of it. she ruts against his lap as she slowly arches and tries to tip her hips forward, wanting to open herself up, give him a little more room.
pulling him in for another slow kiss probably takes away from that effort, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knows he'll find a way to work with ( or around ) literally whatever situation ( or position ) she presents him with right now, so she's not squirming around on his lap to try and make it work. ... no, she's just squirming around on his lap because she's too turned on and sensitive that she can't help but tremble a bit each time his knuckles catch her clit just right. ]
Mm, love it. Love when you're good for me. [ she should probably stop kissing him before trying to talk, but apparently she can't be bothered. she pants against his mouth, lips parting wider as her jaw drops. it's filthy sitting on his lap like this, mainly because it's giving her the chance to notice how wet and how tight she feels, stretched around him. ] I should've taken my shorts off so much - sooner. Could've spent the whole movie like this. ... Not the whole movie. Dunno if I could sit still that long. [ she smiles for a moment before moaning again, quiet, needy ] Yeahyeahyeah, that's perfect. That's so fucking perfect.
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not that he wasn't equally miserable, and made more miserable knowing she was still turned on too. a job unfinished. but it was a good miserable. a miserable that burned in their blood and left them trying to finish things later — his tongue a little too far down her throat instead of letting her get a book out of her locker, or the bathroom on the south side of the building that nobody seemed to use, or his personal favorite, the back seat of his car.
the point is, he knows that she likes kissing. and, for the record, he likes kissing too. more than likes it! before Nancy Wheeler, he had realized how much he liked kissing. but after Nancy, he realized how easily he could make it a hobby. spend hours doing it. until she pushed him away and complained about homework that needed doing or that her lips were starting to hurt. and when they're having sex, his mouth on hers is pretty much his favorite place to have it; feeling her mouth twitch up when she smiles, or she huffs a laugh. the heated gasps and moans slipping into his mouth as easy as her tongue. and they come to her so easy, with the slip of his fingers on her clit.
there's a giddy, fluttery feeling under his breastbone, like a puppy getting scratches behind the ears, at the idea of Nancy loving when he's good for her. the sort of shit he knows he'd have been ragged on, back in his high school days. that he is such a complete and utter sucker for her. he used to feel like kind of a chump for it, but these days being a complete and utter sucker for Nancy and her knowing and delighting in it just causes all sorts of butterflies. warm and fuzzies, on top of that twisty needy pull in his gut as she rocks against him. greedy for more and a little senseless with what she's already got. honestly, he regrets not getting that condom a little, now, because he wants to fuck her so bad there's stars behind his eyes. it inspires some not so wise suggestions, because horny hind brain is just certain he can handle it. )
You like being good for me too, don't you? ( Steve breathes out, heavy and heated, pinching her bud between his fingers as his teeth pull at her lower lip. he rolls his hips into her, desperation downright obvious. ) So be a good girl and ride me a little, baby, I wanna watch you.