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(if you don't like smut, skip this chapter ! )
"Jesus, you suck at chemistry." You examined Steve's midterm with a large, bold red "D" stamped on the front.
"You think I didn't notice?" Steve played with the pencil in between his fingers. "Hit me with some more questions."
You'd been helping him study for the past half an hour and frankly, the two of you weren't getting anywhere. "So far you haven't gotten any of the review right, or these flash cards."
Steve tapped the pencil on the corner of his mouth. "Maybe I need some motivation." He raised an eyebrow and toyed with the sleeve of your sweater.
"I can't deal with your hormonal needs right now," you sighed, flicking his hand away.
"Come on, Y/N, your parents aren't home. I'm here." Steve grabbed the teddy bear from beside your pillow and made a pouted. "Pleeeaasee."
You giggled at the idiotic voice he made and he leaned in, pressing your lips together. In a fluid motion he was on top of you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.
"Steve we're supposed to be studying and my parents come home at 6." You arched your back and his hand slipped underneath to rub small circular motions as he continued to ravage you with hickeys.
He paused to look at the clock on your nightstand. "Mm, that's funny, 'cause it's only four thirty two." He moved further south, looking up at you as he reached your chest.
His hand found its way under your shirt and ice cold fingertips met your hot, flushed skin. You grabbed his wrist, forcing it upwards to come in contact with the underside of your bare breast.
"Slow down, tiger," Steve chuckled, unbuttoning your jeans and working them down to your ankles. He liked how you quivered when his hands grazed the inside of your thighs, and how red you got when he played with the trim of your underwear.
He pressed his thumb against your clothed sex, feeling how soaked you were already. "Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" Steve reached for your hand, reassuring that it was exactly what you wanted.
You nodded, biting your lip and squeezing his hand.
He started to pull your panties down your legs, almost too slow for your liking; torturous even. His tongue danced along your folds, sucking feverishly on your clit every few seconds. Your fingers flew to his hair, which you knew he went wild for.
Steve let out a low moan when you tugged at his locks, his brown eyes looking up at you through doey lashes.
He stuck two digits into his mouth and massaged your clit, pushing them into you and pumping in and out. Your breath hitched and you squeezed your eyes shut in pure bliss.
Adding another finger, Steve went at a faster pace, forming a rhythym and caressing your thigh with his free hand.
"Don't cum until I say so."
You felt his fingers curl as he hit your spot which caused small whimpers to escape your lips. "Please," you nearly begged. Steve shook his head and continued, driving you over the edge.
"Nuh uh." He shook his head and smirked, picking up his pace. "Beg for it."
You balled one of your fists and dug your nails into your palms, forming small crescents. "Fuck, just let me, please Steve." You let the last words roll off your tongue as a surprise and smiled to yourself.
"Shit, that was hot," he grunted in satisfaction."Come on, be a good girl for me, Y/N."
You felt a warmth overcome you and became lightheaded as you released. He replaced his fingers with his mouth and lapped everything up from your slit. "Just like that."
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and came up so he was level with your face.
"So when's our next tutoring session?"
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A/N: OOF. a big ass mood ok this is my first time writing smut so i apologize if it's shitty 😭 kind of inspired by the stancy scene in s1
