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Stephanie Lauter wanted to fuck Peter Spankoffski.
This wasn’t exactly a new revelation, as after dating for 9 months they’d fooled around more times than she could mention. Graduation came and went and now Steph and Pete spent most of their long summer days together, either canoodling on the couch watching shitty reality TV and sci-fi movies or sucking face on his bed.
(And long periods of emotional conversation. They went through a lot this past year and it still weighed heavily on their minds. There would be days that Pete just couldn’t stop crying, set off by something as small as an ad for Richie’s favorite show or a song from a musical Ruth liked. There would be days Steph just didn’t feel like doing anything, going too quiet for too long as Pete held her and rubbed her back. She couldn’t be in her house anymore, hence them hanging at Ted’s shitty apartment more often than not. There were days when they just sat with each other, reassuring themselves that they were here—that they were alive. That they didn’t blame each other.
But that was besides the point.)
They’d done a lot by this point, mostly sickeningly sweet lovey dovey shit that made Steph wanna blush and giggle like a schoolgirl whenever she thought about it—stuff she might even stoop to calling “making love.” Embarrassing shit like that. They’d discovered some cool things about each other too, like how Pete seemed to get off on Steph bossing him around and how Steph got just as bothered when he’d beg her. She was especially a fan of Pete’s seemingly endless enthusiasm to go down on her—he was more than a quick study, and despite his lack of experience he made up for it in pure passion. There was a specific image of Pete looking up at her through his eyelashes as he licked into her that was permanently seared into her brain.
And yeah, they’d fucked. Plenty of times at this point. (That micro-Peter shit was bogus, just for the record.) But there was something on Steph’s mind that was a bit different than everything they’d done so far.
The idea first popped into her head when they’d been making out on Pete’s couch (or rather, Ted’s couch, but Steph didn’t really want to think about him at the moment. Ted worked until 7 most nights, so they basically had free reign of the apartment until dinner). Pete had a habit of making the absolute prettiest noises during sex—and Steph didn’t hesitate to encourage him, murmuring sweet things into his ear as she tugged at his cock, biting his earlobe as he came into her hand.
This time, specifically, she’d been leisurely exploring Pete’s neck with her mouth, pinning him down and sucking deep purple bruises under his jawline. As she nipped at a spot below his ear he let out a high, reedy noise somewhere between a whine and a cry, and Steph was transfixed.
The filthiest images flooded into her mind as the noise repeated over and over again in her head. She wanted to see Pete splayed out beneath her, naked and writhing, letting out that punched out whine over and over as she opened him up on her fingers. She could picture his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as his mouth fell open. She could picture his hands fisting the sheets beneath him and his back arching off the mattress. She could picture a dick, her dick, thrusting in and out of him.
Good lord, she wanted to fuck Peter Spankoffski.
It wasn’t like she’d never done it before, either. Steph bought herself a strap a couple years ago when she had a fling with this punk chick a grade above her, and they’d used it plenty. She loved how powerful she felt with it on. There was something so intoxicating about getting to penetrate rather than be penetrated, a sense of control that electrified her. The thing was, she’d never used it with a guy before.
With a girl it felt reasonable that one of them might be interested in that eventually, but most of the guys Steph hooked up with had a masculinity that might shatter if she even suggested that they put something in their ass. Sure, Pete wasn’t like most guys she dated, but the worry still chipped away inside her. She didn't want to freak Pete out. This was the best thing (really, the only thing) she had going for her and she didn’t want to mess it up by pushing too far or asking too much.
So she decided to keep it to herself. For a while.
She may or may not have gotten off to the idea a lot of times, though.
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It was two weeks after the idea came to her that she finally had to say something.
They were on Pete’s bed this time, spending a calm summer afternoon lazily making out after a couple hours applying to colleges. Pete’s hands were running through Steph’s hair in a decadent, loving way that had her smiling into his mouth, pushing back further against him. He let out a muffled moan at this, rising to meet her, and Steph could feel heat begin to pool in her stomach.
She pulled back slightly, just to look into his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. He met her gaze, slightly confused, but with a soft smile still playing on his lips.
“What’s up?” His voice was soft, with that sweet, loving tone he saved just for her. Steph felt her heart swell. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach for a moment, knowing she couldn’t hold back her desire any longer. Pete wouldn’t judge her. Pete loved her. And, fuck, did she love him. This would be fine.
“I was wondering about something…” she started, trailing a finger down his chest casually. She only smirked a little when his breath caught.
Steph sat up a little further before she began, not wanting to be distracted by the lingering sexual energy.
“It’s nothing bad, or like, important really,” she clarified, seeing Pete’s eyebrows begin to furrow together. (It happened every time he was even mildly concerned. Steph remembers many times rubbing away the little 11 that formed between his eyebrows as he slaved away at his homework.) “It’s, like, a sex question.”
The furrow disappeared at this, and instead his eyebrows raised, little smile returning to his face.
“Well, you know I love those.” Steph snorted, glad the casual energy was retained.
“There’s been this idea I’ve been considering, but I don’t want you to be freaked out by it.” Her eyes flicked away from his for a moment, landing instead on his stupid Star Wars Lego figure. (It was R2-D2, she now knew, embarrassingly.) Uncharacteristic anxiety roiled in her stomach. She bit the inside of her cheek, a habit she picked up freshman year when her dad told her she needed to stop looking so miserable at press conferences.
Pete’s soft hand took hers, thumb rubbing softly over it. When she looked back over to him his face was open and kind—because of fucking course it was, this was Pete. Steph swallowed down the last of her worry as she finally said it.
“How would you feel about me fucking you?”
Pete blinked in surprise. He paused a moment, seemingly trying to read her expression. There was something else under the look, but Steph couldn’t decipher it.
“I thought we were, uh,” his voice cracked, “already doing that?” Shit, vague wording. She huffed out a laugh, half nervous and half endeared.
“No, like, me fucking you . Like with a strap.” She stopped there for now, hoping to gauge his reaction. The room was silent for a moment as Pete stared up at her, face unreadable.
“It’s just an idea, no pressure or anything.” Steph fiddled with the hem of her tank top, shrugging, trying to keep up a casual and disinterested air. “And you don’t have to answer now, or whatever. Just a random thought.”
Pete cleared his throat, and when she looked back at him he was the color of a tomato, a sheepish grin crossing his face.
“That’s just…wow,” he murmured. Steph raised her eyebrows, breath caught on what he might say. “It’s like you’ve been looking at my PornHub history.”
A laugh bubbled out of Steph.
“You—what?” The air returned to her lungs in a rush, a weight lifted off of her. She smiled down at her boyfriend in questioning as he floundered and sputtered for a few seconds.
“I, well, I mean it’s certainly been a thought that’s occurred to me before—that is, you being the one to, uh…” Pete scratched the back of his neck absently, blush spreading down his neck. Steph knew just how far that blush went, too. Hopefully she could follow that trail soon.
She flipped herself so she could loom over Pete, arms on either side of his head, grinning as he let out a little yelp and met her gaze.
“Are you saying you’ve fantasized about me fucking you, Spankoffski?” He shot her a look back, giving her a smirk, though his face was still just as red as before.
“Well, it sounds like I’m not the only one, Lauter.”
Steph laughed again, her hair falling over her shoulder.
“Ok, whatever, you’ve got me there.” She leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, leaving her face close to his. Her voice lowered into something more sincere for a moment as she looked him in the eye. “But for real, are you interested?”
Pete smiled fully, the kind that made his brown eyes twinkle. Wow, he was fucking cute.
“Are you kidding? Steph, I’ve been into the idea of pegging since I first found out it was a thing. You have no idea the amount of times I jerked off to the idea of Princess Leia having her way with me.” She couldn’t help it as she laughed again. How could Pete ever think he wasn’t funny?
All the anxiety from before melted away as he laughed along with her, eventually breaking the moment by taking her face and kissing her softly.
“Stephanie Lauter,” he began, face sincere and open, “it would be my honor to be fucked in the ass by you.” At this point she had to be as red as Peter, chuckling as she leaned down to kiss the stupid, lovey look off his face.
“Then that’s a plan for next time.” Steph smiled at him as she pulled back up. Before she got off of him though, she cocked her head in thought. Well, as long as they were here now…
A fox’s grin split across Steph’s face as she readjusted herself on top of Pete. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned down into his face again, trailing a hand along the edge of his t-shirt.
“Though, I would love to hear about these fantasies you’ve been having about me.”
Pete gulped, pupils blowing wide. He began to stammer something as Steph slid her fingers up into his shirt, lightly brushing against the warm skin of his stomach.
“Come on Petey, don’t get nervous on me now.” Her smile remained, devilish, as she planted a kiss to his jaw. “You thought about me fucking you, yeah?” She felt him nod more than saw him do it, giving him another light kiss on the cheekbone. He shivered as she traced her hand along his (frankly, ridiculously sculpted) abs, just soft enough to tease. “Come on, pretty boy,” she whispered, close to his ear. “I wanna hear you say it.”
Pete groaned, and Steph could already feel his erection growing underneath her.
“Y-yeah,” Pete breathed out, hips bucking slightly as Steph’s fingers found his nipple. “I’ve–I’ve imagined you fucking me.” She smirked.
“That’s a good boy.” She ran her thumb over the hardening bud as she murmured in Pete’s ear, knowing that combination would drive him up the wall. And drive him it did, as Pete’s back arched fully off the mattress at the softest squeeze of her fingers, breath hitching on a moan. They’d discovered through a bit of trial and error their favorite things to call each other in bed, and Steph had been delighted to find out the effect ‘good boy’ had on her boyfriend. It was a surefire way to get him riled up, and an even better way to get him to follow commands.
“Tell me about them, baby. Your fantasies.” She toyed with his nipple in one hand as the other snuck its way to join it under Pete’s shirt. Steph could feel Pete holding himself back, biting his lip and turning his face away from her, hiding that pretty blush. Now that just wouldn’t do.
Quick as lightning, a hand darted out from under Pete’s shirt and took his chin in hand, turning him forcefully to meet Steph’s eyes. His expression was like something out of a porno, all wet, bitten lips and flushed skin. He gasped at the contact, big brown eyes gluing to hers, pupils blown.
“I’m sorry, did you not hear me?” Steph let a little growl slide into her voice, the kind she knew made Pete crazy. “I said, I want to hear about all these sexy fantasies you have of me fucking you. Unless, you don’t want to get off tonight.” She ground her hips down as she spoke, earning another moan from the prone boy beneath her.
“Y-yes! Yes, I do,” Pete gasped, hands moving of their own volition to rest on her hips. She smiled again in victory, leaning forward slowly to give him another soft kiss.
“Then you better start talking, pretty boy.”
She began to make her way down his neck with her mouth, picking up from where she left off earlier. Pete swallowed a sigh of pleasure and he began.
“I’d, uh, I’d imagine we were studying together? Like when we first met?” His words were breathy and quiet, embarrassment clear as he spoke. “I’d be writing something down and you’d get bored, then you’d tell me to take a break. And you–you’d come from behind me and wrap your arms around me.” He whimpered as Steph’s free hand moved down to cup his clothed dick, squeezing softly as he spoke.
“You’d whisper in my ear that, uh, that my desk looked pretty sturdy.” Steph couldn’t help her gaze flickering to the desk in question. It was currently covered in a bunch of pre-registration materials for colleges, a couple half painted D&D minis, and one of Steph’s own flannels (he’d been wearing it more often than she did these days). “And you would kiss me against the wall, like, completely taking control. You’d, uh,” he laughed slightly, despite the situation. “You’d tell me I need to stop thinking so much.”
Steph couldn’t help but smile against his neck. Yeah, that sounded about right. She gave him a little nip above his collarbone to encourage him to go on. Pete squirmed.
“Then you’d bend me over the desk and press up against me,” he continued, pretty little noises escaping his throat as Steph’s hand found its way into his pants. “I don’t really know where the strap comes from in this equation, but it’s definitely there. Logic didn’t seem super important when my dick was in my hand.”
Steph snorted out another little laugh as she pulled down Pete’s shorts. She took the underwear with them, exposing his, now rock hard, dick to the open air of the apartment. He let out a gasp as she clasped her hand fully around it, gathering his precome at the tip and spreading it across his shaft. When it seemed Pete was a bit too lost in the sensation of it, Steph’s lips moved back up to his ear.
“Keep going, I didn’t tell you to stop.” She squeezed him tighter on the upstroke, pulling another stuttered noise out of Pete.
“Y-yeah, yes, so you’d press me into the desk and pull my pants down, but then you’d find that I already had a plug in. And–and you’d tell me what a slut I was, just begging to get fucked.” Steph started moving her kisses down his neck, pulling his shirt off so he lay bare before her. Good god, he was pretty. That red blush had made it down his chest, all speckled with little moles and freckles. She wanted to map every one with her tongue–well, she probably already had.
Steph thought it only fair to take off her shirt too as she began kissing down Pete’s chest. The sports bra she had on was nothing fancy, but it did make her tits look great, so, small wins.
“So you’d start fucking me over my desk, just like, throwing all my shit to the ground.” Pete’s voice got more confident as he went on, eyes closed and lost in the fantasy he’d dreamed up for himself. His hands found her hair as she took a nipple into her mouth, hips bucking up into her hand. “A-and you’d keep fucking me even after I came just to make me squirm, saying I looked so pretty like this.”
It was Stephanie’s turn to groan, rubbing her legs together as she continued to pump Pete’s cock. She could feel a wet stickiness in her underwear, but she didn’t much care about her own sexual frustration right now. Right now she just wanted Pete to keep talking.
“There was another one, too, where you’d push me to my knees and make me suck you off,” Pete continued, hips stuttering in Steph’s grip. His chest moved up and down in quick, heavy breaths, skin slick and glistening from sweat and saliva. “You-you would say that if I wanted you to fuck me I’d have to earn it. And even though–ah, fuck–you couldn’t feel my mouth you would tell me how good I was being.”
Steph followed his example, moving down to lick a stripe up his cock. He keened, whining out a needy, high pitched noise.
“Keep going, good boy,” she murmured, taking his dick into her mouth.
“Ha, oh fuck , Steph–” Pete threw an arm over his face, body twitching and jolting as she took him farther down her throat. “You would, ah, h-hold my head still and fuck my throat, just taking whatever you wanted from me. And I-I’d be good and take it for you–fuck, I’d be so good.” He was babbling now, twisting his fingers into Steph’s hair–not pulling, just holding on. She looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, watching his face as he stammered and cursed.
She ran her free hand up and down his milky thigh as the other held the base of his dick. Steph’s head bobbed up and down quickly. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“F-fuck, Steph, I can’t–” Right on cue. She pulled her mouth off with a pop, hand sliding up and down to keep up the attention.
“That’s it, be a good boy.” Steph sat up over him, cutting a powerful figure over her whining, simpering boyfriend. He writhed underneath her as she jerked him off, smiling and breathing heavily as a heady rush of power washed over her. “Come for me, baby, show me how much you want it.”
Pete let out a string of words that went something like “Oh, fuck, yes, Steph, oh my god, yes, fuck, I need it, please” before he came into her hand, shooting sticky cum across Steph’s hand and his own abdomen. He twitched and spasmed as Steph continued to pull at his dick a few times after he came, whimpering and writhing on the mattress.
Soon, she let him go, moving to wipe her hand on her discarded shirt. She did the same to his stomach. Pete caught his breath as she dismounted, throwing the soiled shirt to the floor and snuggling up next to him. After a few moments of coming down from, what Steph assumed was, a mind shattering orgasm, Pete turned to her, face still flushed.
“You know I could have just given you a tissue for that, right?” He smiled at her, the cheeky one that made her stomach flutter. She rolled her eyes and flicked his nipple. “Ow!”
“That’s some way of thanking me, Spankoffski.” She grinned back at him, burrowing her head into his shoulder. “Besides, I’m just gonna end up stealing one of your shirts anyways.” Pete gave a little head wiggle that she knew meant ‘fair enough.’
“Do you want me to get you off too?” He asked, turning his head to her. The courteous bastard. Steph smiled, kissing him gently on the cheek.
“Nah, I think I’ll save on getting my rocks off for now. Though I do have plenty more information for the spank bank later.” Pete snorted at her stupid joke, and she threw an arm around his chest. “Plus, next time I’m gonna get to actually fuck you, so.” She shot him a devious smile. “Get your rest in now.”
Pete gulped, looking at her with horny, lovestruck eyes.
“Yes ma’am.”