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You and Steve have been studying for the past hour and a half, the thought of your final exams pushing you and him to the brink of madness. He was never the type for studying, really, until your constant nagging finally wore him down. That’s how he ended up in your bedroom, legs sprawled across your sheets with his notebook on his lap.
He tilts his head back onto your headboard as he groans in boredom for the third time in fifteen minutes. You can’t help but to stare at his parted lips and his jawline, your thighs subconsciously squeezing together.
He tugs at his hair, hoping the action will bring him back to his senses, but it seems to only drown him in more thoughts of you. Before you can look away, Steve brings his head back down, his eyes immediately meeting yours. He notices your twitchy fingers and awkward posture, his heart hammering inside his chest.
“What?” His voice breaks the silence and knocks you back into reality. You blink rapidly to get a hold of yourself, your fingers curling around the hem of your skirt.
Swallowing the excess saliva in your mouth, you muster out a “nothing,” before turning back in your chair towards your desk.
You hear your sheets rustle as he switches his position, now sitting with his legs dangling off the edge of your bed. “You just gave me a look and I don’t know if it was good or bad,” he tells you, twirling his pencil between his fingers before tucking it away in his textbook.
You prop your elbows up on your desk and clasp your hands together, turning your head to look at him. You press your temple to your hands. “I was just checking if you were okay,” you lie to the best of your ability, tilting your chin down while still maintaining eye contact.
He squints.
“I’m studying, do you really think I’m okay? I don’t even—what’s the point of this? Really?” Steve huffs out a sigh and throws his notebook to the side, crossing his arms after. The sight makes your lips quirk into a little smile and he just raises his eyebrows, “do you find this entertaining? Me trying to study?”
A giggle falls past your lips before you can stop it. You spare one more glance at your notes before placing your pencil in your notebook and shutting it. You push yourself up from your seat and take a second to stretch. Steve finally cracks a smile for the first time in an hour, watching the way you stretch your arms out and tilt your neck to each side.
You spin around and take a few steps towards him before you sit on his lap, his arms naturally wrapping around your waist. He sighs again, propping his chin on your shoulder and peering up at you through his lashes, “this is the only thing I like about studying, by the way.”
“You’re so stupid, Stevie,” you tease, lifting a hand up to the back of his neck to play with his hair. He relaxes underneath your touch and nuzzles his cheek against your arm, letting out a breath.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he mumbles, kissing your shoulder then leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Do I get a reward for at least trying?”
You hum, pretending to think about it as you continue to card your fingers through his hair. He watches you in amusement, the corners of his mouth already twitching up into a smile. Shifting in his lap, you turn your body a bit closer towards him and loop both arms around his neck.
“A reward? People only get rewards when they do something…” You bump his nose with yours with a laugh before giving him a short kiss, not enough to soothe the pout dawning on his face.
“I tried?”
The two of you laugh again and you nod this time, “okay. What do you want your reward to be?” You poke the underside of his chin, waiting as he looks up and tilts his head. He takes a moment to think about what he wants, even when he already knows.
“A kiss.”
You scoff and push at his chest, not strong enough to knock him off balance.
“You’re so cheesy, Steve,” you complain, albeit with a smile on your face. His face matches yours, him having to bite his lip to stop from smiling too wide. “Fine. One kiss, Harrington.”
Steve chuckles at how adamant you are as he brings a hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb absentmindedly caressing your cheek. Your fingers move to his shoulders, curling around the fabric of his shirt as you lightly nudge your nose against his again. He smiles before he pulls you in with his hand, your lips finally meeting his.
It’s slow, gentle, like he’s been wearing himself out for the past hour just thinking about this. You slide your hand down to his chest, lips moving in sync as his other hand tightens in your blouse. You can’t find it in yourself to pull away first. It’s just one kiss—one very long kiss.
But for Steve, he’s making the most out of it. He had noticed your awkward fidgeting earlier and the way your eyes kept flitting to different parts of his body. He knows you wore this skirt just for him. It’s his favorite after all. You didn’t even go out today. You’ve been in your room all day prepping for finals, so there was really no need to get all dolled up. He knows now that you wanted him, not a study session filled with his groans of exhaustion and frustration.
Your clothes brush against his as you adjust your position in his lap, skirt riding up dangerously high on your thighs now. His hand slides back from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair at its roots. He gives a gentle tug and your lips part before you quietly sigh with a smile against his mouth.
Much to your dismay, he’s the one to lean back after that, yours and his lips glossy from the exchange.
“One kiss,” he quotes you, leaning back in with a smug smirk as he steals one more peck from you.
You have to hold back the urge to scoff again, instead opting for biting your bottom lip as you turn around to check the little clock on your desk. “I mean, another won’t hurt…” you lilt, facing him again.
He raises an eyebrow before that smug look reappears on his face, “yeah?”
His lips ghost over yours and you nod in response, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
“Mhm… one more,” you mumble, glancing at his lips then back into his eyes. Heat pricks at your cheeks the longer the two of you just stare at each other, his lips teasingly brushing against yours before he hums.
“Okay, c’mere,” he rasps before kissing you again. His lips are rougher this time, pressing against yours with more pressure as his hand on your waist squeezes you once. You let out a sound that he immediately swallows with another kiss, his lips moving faster against yours. His hand in the back of your hair tugs again just to hear how your breath catches in your throat.
You’re the one to pull back this time, both of your chests heaving. Steve’s staring up at you, his eyes full of desperation and brows knit together in confusion. Your hands are on his chest as you move to straddle his waist. He looks up at you, his heart stuck in his throat at how pretty you look perched on his lap like this.
“Study break?”
He laughs at how small your voice is, bringing his hand back to your jaw and placing his thumb over your bottom lip to trace it slowly. He doesn’t respond with words as his thumb slips a little closer into your mouth, teasingly dragging across your lip before he slides his hand away.
The two of you meet in the middle, his hand returning to your waist and fingers teasing the hem of your shirt. You let out an eager sound and bring your hand to his, guiding it underneath the fabric and beneath the wire of your bra. Steve exhales as his thumb rubs right against it, feeling the lacy exterior before he brings his hand back out to undo the top buttons of your blouse. He’s still kissing you, hungrier now, as he deftly unbuttons the rest with one hand.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” Steve murmurs as his lips move to your neck.
You hold back the sounds that keep building up in your throat, not wanting him to know just how turned on you already are. He kisses along the sensitive skin, teasing you with little swipes of his tongue every now and then. Your fingers tangle into his hair as he suckles your skin, marking your neck in a spot so obvious, you won’t be able to hide it with your own hair the next day.
Needing relief, your hips press down onto the growing tent in his pants. He shakily breathes, lips pausing right beneath your ear and his hand squeezing your hip.
“You need me?” His voice is muffled against your neck, thumb caressing your hip before he gives your hip a little pull to move you again. It catches you off-guard, a quiet breathy moan tumbling from your lips before you can stop yourself. You can feel him smile against you at the sound, “there you go…”
You drop your head to his shoulder, grinding down against him harder. He watches the way your hips move, one of his hands trailing to your lower back then lower… until he’s flipping the edge of your skirt up to get a peek of your panties. His lashes flutter at the mere sight of your lacy black underwear, matching the bra you’re wearing.
“This pretty for me?” Steve’s already wrecked from just looking and you nod against him, whimpering as you feel yourself soaking through the fabric.
Finally pulling your head up, you give him the best pleading eyes you can, “please, Steve, I need you…”
Steve’s not the type to say no to you, especially not when you’re begging for him like this— sitting so prettily on his lap, little desperate movements of your hips against the bulge in his jeans spurring him on even more.
“Fuck, alright—okay, let me touch you,” his voice drops as his hand moves to your inner thigh. However, you quickly shake your head and grab his wrist to stop him, shooing it away. He looks at you with wide eyes, thinking you’ve already taken back what you’ve said, but he’s surprised when your hands fumble with his belt instead.
He’s always stretched you out with his fingers beforehand so the initial stretch wouldn’t hurt as much. And Steve, oh, he loves to please you first— to make you finish once before he actually fucks you dumb. But with your eagerness and pent-up frustration from earlier’s reading, you want nothing more than for him to be inside you right now.
He helps in taking his belt off and tosses it to the side after. He manages to pull his pants down just enough, along with his boxers, his cock springing free and resting against his navel. His tip is flushed, already beading with precum. Steve takes a deep breath as he wraps a hand around himself, spreading it along to prep himself for you.
Biting your lip, you lift yourself from his lap and push your panties to the side, not removing them all the way. You know he loves to see your panties when he’s inside of you. His breath stutters, his cheeks flaring and turning a cute shade of pink. His hands tighten at your hips and his eyes stay glued to the dampened mess on your lace panties.
“Slowly, oh—shit,” he can barely finish his train of thought, your hand already replacing his to guide him into you. You’re soaking around him, easily sliding down onto him.
Your hips pause right about halfway, a choked moan leaving you as your other hand tightens around his shoulder. The stretch stings and part of you regrets not letting him stretch you out with his fingers first, but the sting ebbs into something sweeter.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Steve breathes out, his jaw dropping against the side of your head. “Just a bit more, yeah?”
You can only whimper in response as you lower yourself the rest of the way, rocking your hips back and forth to take him in better. He groans shakily, fingers digging into your hips hard enough for you to bruise tomorrow. You lean further into him and gasp at the angle. Right away, you feel him brushing against your g-spot.
You take a shaky breath and slowly roll your hips to adjust to him being fully inside of you. You feel him throbbing inside of you, achingly hard, his veins dragging inside of you just right.
“Take your time, it’s okay—you’re so beautiful, god,” his breath shakes as you lift your hips up an inch and settle back into his lap.
You moan into the side of his neck once you gain a steady rhythm, slow and deep bounces. Steve bottoms out each time and your body jolts at how deep he is inside of you.
He leans back on his hands, giving you more room to keep riding him and himself a better view of you. He reaches out with one hand to lift your skirt and watch how well you’re taking him like this. How pretty you are bouncing on his lap, needy sounds crawling up from your throat.
Your juices coat him completely, creating a mess along your inner thighs. He lets out another short breath, interrupting himself with a moan.
He leans back more and holds himself up on his elbows. Just the mere sight of your body taking him over and over again is enough to drive him crazy.
Your rhythm grows faster, chasing the knot forming in your stomach. You can’t even speak from how cock-drunk you are as your moans progress into high-pitched whines.
“You dumb already?” Steve tuts at how needy you’ve gotten, pushing himself back up and placing his hands on your hips. “Tell me,” he breathes out, “you feel good, baby?”
You nod with another strained moan, hips stuttering as you switch from bouncing to grinding on him in circles. His cock brushes every right spot, sparking your nerves.
He pants into your skin, his own hips bucking up to meet yours. He thrusts deeper against your rhythm to watch how your eyes screw shut and your fingers squeeze his thighs.
Your hands settle on his abdomen, every grind of your hips pulling another needy sound from your mouth. You’re so full of him and already teetering on the edge.
He grabs your hips to stop you, lifting you just enough for him to set the pace. His hips drive up into yours, the sound of skin slapping and the sheer wetness between the two of you ringing out in your room.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me, baby,” Steve groans into your neck, his breaths getting shallower as he watches your fingers come down to rub circles over your clit.
Steve can’t help himself. The way your walls flutter against him. The image of you this desperate for your orgasm.
His forehead drops to your shoulder, his jaw going slack as a groan falls from his mouth. His eyes squeeze shut and he goes silent for a moment before another moan is torn out of him.
He finishes inside of you with zero warning, heat flooding your core. Your walls coat with his cum, thick and hot ropes spurting into you. He can barely manage an apology, his body wracked with pleasure. Only sighs and wrecked moans come from his mouth.
Steve’s fingers loosen around your hips but remain there to keep you steady. You keep rolling your hips in tiny, slow circles along his shallow thrusts to milk every last drop out of him.
Your movements tear a whimper out of him. He clenches his jaw after, overstimulation starting to settle in for him.
“Use me, baby, c’mon,” he sighs out, another moan straining from his throat as you keep grinding back and forth.
“I wanna feel it, baby—I wanna feel you cum around me, please,” Steve begs, looking up at you with his glassy eyes.
There’s nothing more he loves than feeling how your velvety walls cling to him. The way everything becomes ten times filthier with your cum dripping down.
“I’m gonna cum—Steve!”
You clamp down around him with one more bounce, your voice breaking as your stomach snaps in half and your orgasm washes over you. Your thighs tighten around him, pulling him deeper one more time.
Your body stills in his arms, little huffs leaving both of your mouths as you come down. When you finally catch your breath, you reach down to take his cock out of you. Your fingers coat themselves in the mix of yours and his cum. It’s warm, messy, and dripping down your inner thighs and back onto Steve. He hisses a little at the feeling of your fingers around him and he squeezes your hips.
“Sorry,” you whisper, leaning in to tenderly kiss his cheek. His breath catches when the cool air hits him, bumping the side of your head with his nose before pressing the gentlest kiss to the side of your head.
“You did so good for me…”
You weakly hum in response, your hand resting right on top of his groin as you go slack in his lap.
“Thank you, Stevie,” you mumble as you wrap your arms around his waist and melt into him. “I still have to review those flashcards though…” you whisper.
Steve manages a chuckle, his hand rubbing circles on your hip. “Thought you wanted a study break,” he teases, bouncing you on his lap to get a giggle out of you.
“We got one. Now help me study… please?”