On the first day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Gave you a hickie.
On the second day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Had you writhing on the bed, as his tongue lapped at your womanhood.
On the third day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Used silk ties. That's all I'm saying.
On the fourth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Agreed to the role play you suggested, except the (INSERT ROLE PLAY IDEA) one. I think we all know why.
On the fifth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Introduced his riding crop to the bedroom because you were on the naughty list.
On the sixth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Said, "If I pretend to be Santa Claus, will you sit on my lap?"
The answer was yes.
On the seventh day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Introduced you to your new electronic friend.
On the eighth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Needed a rest, 'cause dang, the boy was tired. Netflix and less chill- just what the doctor ordered.
On the ninth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Really enjoyed having your mouth around his...anaconda.
On the tenth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Loved the angle of your body when it was on top of his. Go ride 'im, cowgirl.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Always loved to touch and tease you under the table and watch you try to keep a straight face, whilst you had a meal with his parents...in a crowded restaurant.
On the Twelfth day of Christmas, Joe Keery...
Woke you up by gently licking your womanhood. Then once fully awake, the male took great pleasure in kissing his way up your body, before reaching your lips, allowing you to taste yourself upon his tongue. At which point, two finger would already be deep within you, carefully stretching you out, ready for when he finally entered you.
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FanfictionSteve Harrington? Joe Keery? Smut? Mmm, yes please. ;)
