[ 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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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.