Stancy/Stonathan Fanfiction

'Cause We Feel Young and Wild

Stoncy, smut, 2506 words
By: FrazzledSquidz

“Ready?” Nancy breathed, grinning through the flush in her cheeks and the haze in her eyes.

Jonathan swallowed nervously, but nodded. He was on his back and Nancy was poised over his lap. But also they were naked and she had stretched herself and then had slipped a condom on him and he felt like he was going to explode from desire and anticipation. And Steve was not helping, stretched out beside Jonathan whispering filthy things in his ear and petting his chest.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Steve murmured in his ear, gripping the bottom of his dick and holding it steady for Nancy. God he hated when Steve called him things like that, except for the fact that he really, really didn’t.

Nancy reached back and pulled her thick hair over one shoulder, biting her lip as she slowly lowered herself down onto him. Jonathan gasped and threw his head back at the tight, wet heat that engulfed him, feeling like his heart was going to explode in his chest. He was endlessly thankful that Steve had already gotten him off once and was currently holding him tightly, otherwise this whole endeavor wouldn’t have lasted very long.

Jonathan groaned and rubbed one palm over his face while the other desperately grabbed for Steve’s hand at his side as Nancy sat fully, sighing and looking as pleased as he’d ever seen her.

Steve gripped his hand tightly and chewed on his shoulder, like a damn kitten. “How does he feel, Nance?”

“Incredible,” she replied, smiling brightly and making Jonathan whimper in response.

Steve finally let go of his dick and started rubbing at his belly and chest again with his free hand. “Better hold on, Byers. She’s gonna rock your world.”

Nancy hummed in response and, bracing her hands on her own thighs, started rocking herself back and forth. As she picked up the pace, Jonathan covered his eyes with his hand and fought back the embarrassing sounds bubbling up in his chest, his whole body already twitching up towards her desperately.

“You should let us hear you,” Steve murmured, nipping at his shoulders, his collarbone, his neck. “It’s fucking hot, Byers. The way you moan and yell.” A low whine escaped him unbidden, but Steve rewarded him by pressing their joined hands against his own erection, smearing precum along the back of Jonathan’s hand. “See? I bet if you ask her nicely, Nance will go faster.”

Jonathan pushed his bangs back as he looked up at Nancy wantonly, the girl obviously enjoying herself. “F-faster?”

“Can you imagine?” Steve whispered, biting at the shell of his ear. “It’s like the best hand job you’ve ever given yourself, except a million times better.”

“You have to ask for it, though,” Nancy teased, stopping suddenly, dancing her fingertips along his quivering stomach.

Jonathan groaned and arched his back, feeling like his whole body was spring-loaded. “Oh god please, please Nancy.”

“Please what?” She smiled invitingly, and Jonathan suddenly thought of that moment she held a gun to Steve’s head to try and protect him from a monster.

“Tell her to fuck you,” Steve whispered into his ear, biting the shell of it again.

Jonathan felt his blush deepen terribly. “Please f-fuck me.”