sypnosis: Gator doesn't know how to pick up after himself
pairing: Gator Tillman X (friend)fem!Reader
cw: bratish reader, pantie gagging, female masturabtion, soft gator at the end, domish reader
a/n: ts is NOT canon-accurate lmaooo anyway I hope you guys like this!! requests are open!!💚🔫
You walked into your shared house with Gator. You closed the door behind you and hung up your purse on the rack, kicking your shoes off at the entrance. To your shock, you saw Gator's boots sitting by the entrance, too. Gator always came home later than you, so this was a pleasant surprise. You walked further into the hallway, reached your bedroom, saw Gator's work clothes discarded all over the floor, and heard the sound of the shower running. You picked up his clothes reluctantly, muttering under your breath how he needs to stop being such a pig and put his work clothes away properly. That's when it hit you; a devious thought appeared in your mind as you stopped in front of the laundry basket. You smirked to yourself, stripping yourself of your work clothes, leaving yourself in your underwear, putting on his work vest and his thigh holster that he so mindlessly left on the bed, gun still in it, you place the gun on your guys’ dresser as you imagine Gator's reaction to your doings, smiling and checking yourself out in the mirror, waiting for the water to stop. After about five more minutes, the water finally stops, and you hear the curtains open.
You walk out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so you can put your plan into action. Gator swings the bathroom door open, re-adjusting the towel on his waist as he searches the room in confusion. That's when you bust through the door. “You are under arrest, Gator Tillman,” You say, twirling his cuffs in your hand.
Gator’s eyes widen, examining you up and down, absolutely breathless by you in this moment.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” You say in a bratty tone, inching closer to him as his eyes wander all over your body, finally settling on your lustful eyes. “You’re under arrest for being a dirty boy,” You whisper sensually into his ear, cuffing one of his wrists simultaneously. Creating Gator to wince at the cold metal's touch on his hot skin. “You’ve been such a bad boy, leaving your clothes everywhere, making me pick them up,” You say, roughly dragging Gator towards the bed, pushing him onto the bed, swiftly feeding the cuffs through the bedpost, and locking his other wrist.
“Hey!” He says, pulling his cuffed wrists forward, making them clank against the bedpost.
“Shhh,” You say, placing your index finger in front of his mouth.
“This isn’t fair! I don’t like this!” He whines, trying to free his hands again. “Let me touch you, please,” He complains, bucking his hips up in hunger for your touch.
“Mm-mm, bad boys don’t get what they want.” You say, placing a teasing kiss on his flushed lips. “Instead you can watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You smile cynically. “See, I was so happy and worked up to come home and fuck you, but now you’re going to watch me fuck myself with my fingers because you’ve been a bad, bad boy, leaving your clothes all over the floor I have to pick them up.” You say, sitting yourself on the foot of the bed and pinching your nipples.
“I’m sorry, baby, please let me touch you.” He pleads, pulling the cuffs against the headboard.
“No, you have to learn what happens when you don’t pick up after yourself.” You say in a stern tone, opening your legs and tantalizing Gator as you touch the damp spot on your underwear. You let out a soft moan as you tease yourself through the damp fabric; Gator stares at you fiercely, taking in the sinful sight. You tease yourself a bit more until you strip yourself of your underwear, running your fingers through your slick, coating them. You bring your fingers to your clit and begin to rub tight circles, throwing your head back in pleasure as lewd moans escape your mouth, fully immersed in your own pleasure.
“That’s right fuck that tight pussy,” Gator says, pulling you away from your mind.
“No, you don’t get to say anything,” You say, pulling your fingers from your dripping pussy and grabbing your underwear beside you, crawling towards Gator and shoving them into his mouth. “There,” You say before placing a kiss on his temple and returning to the foot of the bed, resuming your actions.
You continue to rub your clit, your moans taunting Gator each time you do so. You begin to feel your legs shake as you’re on the cusp of your orgasm. You begin to rub faster; you come with a loud moan, toes curling from the sensation. After riding out your high, you lock eyes with Gator, who is looking at you with begging eyes. You crawl over to him and remove your underwear from his mouth.
“Suck,” You say, shoving the fingers you used to fuck yourself with into his mouth.
He eagerly obliges, taking your fingers into his mouth and sucking, looking up at you full of lust and seductiveness. You can’t help but feel half-bad for him as he sucks your juices from your fingers, rutting his needy cock against the fabric of the towel.
“Good boy, you think you learned your lesson?” You ask, retracting your fingers from his mouth.
“Yes,” He says softly.
“Thank you, babe, next time just clean up after yourself, okay?” You say, getting up from the bed and grabbing the keys from the bedside table. You free him of his restraints. He instantly gives you a deep kiss and holds you in his arms, apologizing profusely.
“I’ll remember next time, I promise,” He says, stroking your hair and pampering you with kisses.
The next time Gator got off early, he cleaned the house, folded the laundry, and even got dinner, and he was pleased to be rewarded for his simple actions.
I have two Gator one-shots queued for next week!! Brewing up some ideas for a Steve one-shot!! (Jazzersize gf who works in the mall) If you have any ideas, feel free to send them to my inbox. Also, thank you, guys, so much for 90 followers. I appreciate you all 💕
juls, 22, she/her, english is not my first language.
masterlist
keys mckey x reader
blurbs
tit fucking with keys (+18)
mini-series (+18)
the one with the rude neighbour: your neighbour gets tired of your constant loud noises and decides to take matters into his own hands.
the one with the elevator: three weeks after keys showed up at your party, you cross paths again and share an elevator ride.
the one with the very thin walls: keys tries to ignore the distracting noises coming from your apartment, but can't help listening to you having sex with someone else.
the one with the forgotten keys: when you accidentally get locked out of your apartment in the middle of the night, knocking on your annoying neighbors door becomes your very last option.
Literally so obsessed with this mini series and the blurb on my main, I'm feral for keys and washoutmyhairdye just writes so good, def recommend reading them if you haven't!
pairing: steve harrington x reader
summary: after a bad breakup, you start therapy to fix your intimacy issues. your new therapist, steve harrington, is younger than expected and far too way attractive. what starts as professional help slowly turns into something more complicated and probably forbidden.
wc: 8.9k
warnings: porn with plot, +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, therapist / client relationship, thigh riding, cheating mention, fingering, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, dirty talk, female masturbation, semi-public if you squint, internal conflict, p in v, consensual sex, kinda forbidden sex, big dick steve.
author's note: hihiii sorry for not posting tysm for 490+ followers and ty ani for the idea & nic for the help. i have a lot of exams but i wanted to post this before locking in and coming back with all requests and fics <3 love yall
four years. that's how much time passed since the night marcus –your now ex– broke up with you.
the breakup with him didn’t happen because you were unavailable. it happened because he was a lying cheating piece of shit.
and the memory still lingered like a bruise that refused to fade completely.
you found out a random tuesday evening. a mutual friend posted a story on instagram: nothing dramatic, just a casual photo for a party the previous weekend. in the background, clear as day, you saw him with his tongue down another girl’s throat.
the same weekend he told you he was ‘’too tired to hang out’’ and needed ‘’space.’’
you confronted him the next night when you two went out to have dinner. you played your role perfectly; laughing at his jokes and leaning at the right moments.
you were good at faking. you always had been.
you wanted to talk about that, and when you did, he didn’t even try to lie.
‘’yeah. i slept with her. so what? you’re never really present anyway. you’re always halfway out the door emotionally.’’
you tried not to cry. not in public. not in such a luxurious restaurant. you were about to speak, but he interrupted you.
‘’maybe if you actually talked to me instead of acting like some mysterious untouchable girl… i wouldn’t have needed to find pleasure in someone else.’’
his words were cruel, but the betrayal burned deeper than the insult.
you had let him in more than most. you shared pieces of yourself you usually kept hidden. and he rewarded that vulnerability by cheating you and then blaming you for it.
that night you drove home in silence, your hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turned white. you didn’t cry until you took a shower.
the hot water was burning your skin as reality settled in: trusting someone backfired spectacularly.
after marcus, something inside you shifted.
you stopped believing that real intimacy could be safe.
every man who showed interest felt like a potential traitor. every sweet word sounded like manipulation waiting to happen. every touch made you wonder what that guy was hiding behind that smile.
you still went on dates. you still flirted effortlessly and still let men take you home and fuck you. but you never truly let them close.
the second things started feeling real –the second a conversation turned vulnerable, when sometime tried to stay the night and hold you, or even when a touch became too tender– you disconnected. you left your own body and watched everything from above.
years passed like this.
a string of shallow relationships that never lasted more than a few weeks. you became an expert at keeping people a comfortable distance while making them believe they were close.
but you never stayed. not emotionally at least.
your best friend watched this cycle repeat itself with growing worry and frustration. she was there the night you found out about him cheating. she held you while you cried angry tears. and she was tired of seeing her best friend never letting anyone in.
one afternoon, after you mentioned yet another guy who slowly ghosted you after a few dates, she sat you down on her couch with two glasses of wine and a look that said she wasn’t going to let you dodge the conversation this time.
‘’i love you more than anything in this world,’’ she started quietly. ‘’but i can’t keep watching you destroy any chance of real connection because of what he did to you four years ago. you deserve to feel something.’’
you tried to brush it off with some humor, but she wasn't having it.
‘’you need therapy,’’ she said. ‘’you’re so scared and that fear is costing you years of your life. just go to one session. if you hate it, i’ll never bring it up.’’
‘’i don’t need therapy,’’
‘’yes, you do. you think you’re fine because you can still flirt and get guys, but you’re not fine. you’re lonely when you’re with someone.’’
you let out a bitter laugh.
‘’i’m not scared. i’m smart. after what marcus did, why the hell would i let someone in again? so they cheat on me and then blame me for having trust issues? no, thanks.’’
‘’not every man is marcus. but you’ll never know that if you keep pushing everyone away before they even have a chance. you deserve to feel safe with someone. you deserve to be loved and not just desired.’’
you looked away.
‘’i’m handling it.’’ you repeated stubbornly.
‘’you’re not handling it,’’ your friend said softly. ‘’you’re surviving. there’s a difference.’’
she slid a small business card across the table toward you.
hawkins behavioral health.
you didn’t book the appointment right away.
for nearly three weeks, the small business card your best friend gave you sat in your kitchen like a quiet accusation. every time you went to drink water, you saw it. every night you came exhausted from work, it was still there.
at first, you ignored it completely.
you told yourself you didn’t need therapy. but the words felt thinner every time you repeated them.
you started researching the place anyway – mostly out of boredom, you convinced yourself. hawkins behavioral health had a clean website and good reviews.
but one name kept appearing with particularly strong feedback: dr. steve harrington.
you read review after review.
‘’he actually sees you. doesn’t just nod and write things down.’’
‘’first therapist who called me out on my bullshit in the kindest way possible.’’
‘’made me feel safe enough to be honest.’’
you closed the browser more than once, annoyed at yourself for even considering it.
then came the date with tyler. a guy you met.
it was supposed to be casual, just drinks at a nice bar. he was charming, successful, and funny.
on paper, he was perfect. in reality, he spent most of the night talking about himself.
when you finally opened up a little, he didn’t seem to care. but there was a specific comment that hurt.
‘’guys don’t want to deal with a bunch of emotional baggage, you know?’’
the comment stung more than it should have.
later that night, when he kissed you outside the bar and invited you back to his place, you went. but the entire time you felt hollow. you two didn’t even kiss there, just talked at night and he let you stay to sleep.
the next morning you drove home in silence. when you walked into the apartment, the little business card was still on the counter. you picked it up, turned it over in your hands for a long time, and finally sighed.
‘’fuck it,’’ you whispered.
you called hawkins behavior health that same afternoon and booked an appointment for the following thursday.
the day of your first session arrived faster than you expected.
you spent the entire morning convincing yourself you could still cancel. you changed outfits three times and almost turned the car around twice on the way there.
but somehow, you ended up walking through the front doors of the building.
the reception area was warm and comforting, with soft lightning and exposed brick walls. behind the desk stood a woman with short brown hair and energetic presence.
her name tag read: robin buckley – office coordinator.
she looked up and gave you a bright welcoming smile.
‘’hi! you must be the 4:30. first time with us?’’ you nodded, gripping the strap of your bag a little too tightly.
robin’s smile softened, sensing your nerves.
‘’totally normal to feel anxious. everyone is on their first visit.’’ she typed something on her computer. ‘’you’re here to see dr. harrington, right?’’
‘’yes.’’
‘’he’s really good,’’ she said kindly. ‘’a little young for a psychologist, but perceptive. something annoyingly so, but don’t tell him i told you that.’’ she gave you a playful wink. ‘’just be honest with him. he can candle the truth.’’
she printed some forms and handed them to you.
‘’fill these out and i’ll let him know you’re him. deep breath. you’ve got this.’’
ten minutes later, robin returned and led you down a quiet hallway lined with plants.
she stopped in front of a wooden door and gave you one last encouraging smile.
‘’dr. harrington? your 4:30 is here.’’
you took a deep breath and stepped inside.
the office was nothing like you had imagined. it didn’t feel clinical or cold. warm afternoon light poured through tall windows, bathing the room in a soft golden hue.
one wall was lined with tall bookshelves filled with psychology texts, novels, and a few personal items – like a small framed picture of a group of friends, and what looked like a tiny hawkins high keychain hanging from a shelf.
two comfortable deep armchairs faxed each other with a low wooden table between them. a box of tissues on the table and a long couch that looked untouched.
and he was rising from one of the armchairs. steve harrington.
he was younger than you expected even if robin told you before.
much younger. early twenties, if that.
he looked tall even if he was sitting, with messy brow hair that looked like he’d run his hand through it several times that day.
and he had warm hazel eyes. big hazel eyes you weren’t able to ignore.
he also wore a brown jacket over a button-up shirt.
steve looked more like a handsome graduate student than a licensed psychologist.
‘’hi,’’ he said with low warm voice. ‘’i’m steve harrington. you can call me steve if that makes you feel more comfortable. come in, please.”
he gestured toward the empty armchair across from him.
‘’sit however you’d like. there are no rules in this room.’’
you gave him a small smile and sat down, crossing your legs neatly and folding your hands in your lap. you studied him from a moment: the way he moved, the way he looked at you.
he was annoying attractive. too attractive to be doing this job.
steve sat down across from you, leaning forward slightly with his hands clasped loosely between his knees. he didn’t speak right away. he just looked at you –not staring, but truly paying attention– and it made your skin prickle.
‘’so,’’ he said gently after a few seconds, offering a small smile. ‘’what brings you here today?’’
you let out a soft breath and gave him a smile.
‘’well…. apparently i’m very good at making men want me, but terrible at actually letting them stay.’’ you titled your head a little, letting your gaze linger on his face for a second. ‘’my last boyfriend said i’m emotionally unavailable. among other things.’’
you finished with a light laugh, hoping it would steer the conversation into safer waters.
steve didn’t laugh with you.
he simply watched you with a calm and thoughtful expression.
after a moment, he talked.
“you started with a joke,” he noted gently. “and a compliment hidden inside it. you smiled while talking about something painful. that’s interesting.”
you raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your expression light.
“are you always this direct?”
“well… i’m noticing some things. you are trying to deflect,” he replied but not unkindly. “you’re very good at it. you use charm and humor to keep things from getting serious.”
you felt a flicker of irritation mixed with uncomfortably and nervousness.
“you’re very observant for someone so young,” you said, your tone was still light but with a subtle edge. “does that usually work for you? reading people before they even say anything?”
steve’s mouth twitched into the faintest hint of a smile.
but his eyes remained steady.
“you’re doing it again,” he said softly. “shifting the focus onto me and testing my reactions.” he paused, then added. “it’s okay. we don’t have to rush. this is your space.”
you sat back slightly, studying him.
he was good. too good.
and the fact that he was young somehow made it worse.
he shouldn’t be this perceptive.
he shouldn’t be able to see through you this easily.
steve waited patiently, giving you time. his presence was calm, steady, and strangely grounding.
those hazel eyes never left yours, but they weren’t intimidating either.
they were patient. kind. like he really had nowhere else he’d rather be.
“so,” he said again. “when you say you’re “terrible at letting people stay”… what does that feel like for you?”
you opened your mouth, ready to give another polished half-joking answer.
but for the first time in a long time, the words got stuck in your throat.
steve didn’t push. he simply waited, watching you with that calm gaze.
the silent stretched between you, not awkward, but heavy. for once, you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t have a clever line prepared. you didn’t have a flirty deflection ready.
after a long moment, you let out a slow breath and looked down at your hands.
‘’i don’t know how to… stay,’’ you admitted quietly. ‘’when things get real. when someone starts looking too closely. i just… leave. not physically. but emotionally. i go somewhere else in my head. i smile. i say the right things. but i’m not really there.’’
steve nodded slowly, his expression soft but attentive.
‘’that sounds lonely,’’ he said gently. ‘’being with someone but no really being with them.’’
you swallowed hard.
‘’it is,’’ you whispered. ‘’but it’s safer.
steve leaned forward sightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
‘’can you tell me more about that? when did you start feeling the need to protect yourself from the others like this?’’
you hesitated. the memories of your ex came rushing back – his cruel words, the way he blamed you for his own cheating, the humiliation of realizing you tried to be vulnerable with someone who never deserved it.
‘’four years ago,’’ you said, voice quieter now. ‘’i was with someone. i thought i was letting him in. i was trying and he cheated on me. then told me it was my fault and after that… it just felt easier to never let anyone close enough to hurt me again.’’
steve listened without interrupting. you liked that. and his eyes never left your face.
when you finished, he spoke carefully.
‘’so you learned that being vulnerable leads to pain. and now, even when you want connection, your mind and body protect you by disconnecting.’’
you looked up at him, surprised by how gently he said it.
‘’you’re very young to be this good at this,’’ you said, trying to regain some control with a teasing smile.
steve’s lip curved into a faint smile.
‘’and you’re deflecting again,’’ he replied softly, but there was no judgment in his tone. ‘’it’s okay. we’ll work on that. one step at a time.’’
he paused and then asked gently.
‘’when you’re with someone now… physically… what does that disconnection feel like in your body?’’
you shifted in your seat, feeling exposed under his attentive gaze. you hadn't expected him to go there so directly, yet so kindly.
‘’it feels like… im floating,’’ you admitted. ‘’like i can do everything right but i’m not really feeling anything. it’s like automatic.’’
steve nodded slowly, processing your words.
‘’and does that bother you?’’ he asked. ‘’or has it become normal?’’
you stayed silent for a long moment.
‘’.. it bothers me,’’ you finally whispered. ‘’but i don’t know how to stop doing it.’’
he gave you a small nod.
‘’that’s why you’re here,’’ he said gently. ‘’we’re going to figure that out together. no pressure. just honestly, at whatever pace you need.’’
for the rest of the session, steve listened carefully as you spoke. he didn’t interrupt. he didn’t judge.
he simply asked thoughtful questions and noticed things you hadn’t even realized about yourself; the way you joked when things got heavy, the way you crossed your arms when you felt vulnerable…
by the time the session ended, you felt strangely drained. but also lighter.
steve stood up when the hour was over and gave you a warm smile.
‘’you did really well today,’’ he said. ‘’i know it wasn’t easy. same time next week?’’
you nodded, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and relief.
as you left his office, you couldn’t stop thinking about how easily he had seen through every wall you tried to put up.
then the days after your first session passed in a strange haze.
you went back to your routine: work, nights with your best friend… but something felt different. lighter, maybe. or perhaps just more aware.
you tried dating again. not because you suddenly believed in love, but because you wanted to prove to yourself (and maybe to steve), that you could try.
his name was daniel. he was kind, funny and worked as a graphic designer.
he didn’t try too hard.
on your first date, you talked for almost three hours about music and movies. on the second, he kissed you goodnight outside your car.
you wanted this to work.
you returned for the second session. you spent the entire week thinking about steve’s words.
the way he looked at you. the way he actually listened. it was unsettling how much space he was taking up in your mind.
when you walked into his office and steve was already waiting, sitting in his usual chair. he wore a blue polo shirt that made his hazel eyes stand out even more.
the moment you entered, he gave you a warm smile that made your stomach tighten.
‘’hi,’’ he said. ‘’it’s good to see you again. come in, make yourself comfortable.’’
you sat down in the armchair across from him, crossing your legs and folding your hands in your lap. for a few seconds, you didn’t know where to begin.
steve waited patiently, as always – never rushing you, never filling the silence.
‘’i’ve been thinking about what we talked about last time,’’ you started quietly. ‘’and… i went out with this guy named daniel. a few times, actually.’’
steve nodded slowly, giving you his full attention.
‘’tell me about that,’’
you took a deep breath.
‘’he’s really kind. patient. he doesn’t pressure me. we talked for hours and he actually listens.’’ you paused, then added more softly. ‘’i wanted it to be different this time. i want to try going somewhere serious with him. not just casual.’’
steve listened, his eyes steady on you. when you finished, he spoke carefully.
‘’that’s a significant step – choosing to try something real with someone after being hurt. how did it feel for you?’’ you looked down at your hands.
‘’at the beginning it was okay. i felt present. but then i slipped away again.’’ you let out a small breath. ‘’i hate that i keep doing that.’’
steve was quiet for a moment, processing your words with care.
‘’what you’re describing is a very common trauma response,’’ he said gently. ‘’after being betrayed by someone you tried to trust, your nervous system learned that vulnerability equals danger. so when intimacy starts to feel real, your mind protects you by dissociating.’’
you looked up at him, surprised by how good he explained it. steve continued.
‘’the fact that you’re aware of it happening is already a progress. most people don’t even notice when they disconnect.’’
his words wrapped around you like a blanket. you felt your cheeks grow warm and you bit your lip.
‘’thank you,’’ you whispered. steve’s expression softened further.
he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
‘’would you like to practice some grounding exercises? things you can use when you feel yourself starting to flow away?’’
you nodded. and for the next thirty minutes, steve guided you through several exercises with patience and care. his voice was incredibly calm and silky as he spoke.
he watched you practice, his eyes never leaving you.
‘’good,’’ he said when you did it correctly. ‘’that’s really good. you’re picking this up quickly.’’
every time he praised you, even subtly, you felt warmth spread through your chest. you found yourself feeling timid under his attention.
steve remembered details from your previous session and wove them in naturally.
‘’you mentioned last time that you tend to perform because you want others to feel good,’’ he looked at you. ‘’we can work on finding balance.’’
you felt exposed but safe. the way steve spoke made you feel truly seen.
when the session was nearing its end, steve looked at you.
‘’you did really well today,’’ he said softly. ‘’you were honest about something difficult. you let yourself be vulnerable.’’
his praise hit you deeply. you felt your face flush.
you left his office with warm cheeks and the confusing realization that your therapist’s gentle praise was starting to affect you far more than any touch from daniel ever had.
after that, you continued seeing daniel. the relationship –if it could even be called that yet– developed slowly and sweetly. he was consistent in a way that was almost foreign to you.
but every time the moment leaned toward something more intimate, you gently stopped him.
daniel was always understanding. he’d kiss your forehead and never made you feel guilty. and yet, every time you left his apartment, you felt a quiet frustration with yourself.
you wanted him fully. you wanted to be normal. but something inside you still head back.
in the other way, your therapy sessions with steve became the anchor of your week. you found yourself in that office. steve seemed to look better each time you saw him.
sometimes it was the way his hair fell across his forehead.
sometimes it was the soft sweaters that hugged his biceps and shoulders.
sometimes it was simply the way he looked at you.
the flirting on your part was subtle, almost unconscious. quiet and soft words while tucking your hair behind your ear.
steve never crossed any lines.
he remained perfectly professional. but his gaze would linger a second longer than necessary, and his voice would drop into that low silky tone when he praised you.
you told yourself it was nothing. he was just doing his job.
one afternoon, after a particularly long session, you met your best friend for a coffee. the moment you sat down, she studied your face with a knowing look.
‘’so… how are things going with daniel?’’ she asked, cutting into her avocado toast.
you smiled, a small genuine one.
‘’they’re good, actually. he’s really sweet. we’ve been seeing each other a couple times a week. we haven’t slept together yet… but i feel like i might be getting closer to wanting that.’’
her eyes lit up.
‘’that’s great! i’m really happy for you. he sounds like a good guy.’’ you nodded, stirring your coffee.
there was a comfortable pause. then she took a sip of her drink and asked casually:
‘’and how’s therapy going? you haven’t told me much about it lately.’’
you hesitated for a second, then shrugged lightly.
‘’it’s… going well, i think. my therapist is really good. he’s patient, he actually listens, and he explains things in a way that doesn’t make me feel like i’m broken. we’ve working on grounding exercises so i can stay more present, especially with daniel.’’
she raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
‘’tell me more about him. what’s he like?’’
you looked down at your cup, feeling a little shy.
‘’he’s… younger than i expected. really perceptive. he remember everything i tell him. he just helps me understand why i do it.’’
she stayed quiet for a moment. then she leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
‘’okay… i have to confess something. after you told me you started therapy, i got curious and looked him up on google.’’
you blinked. ‘’you what?’’
‘’i googled him,’’ she said, laughing. ‘’dr. steve harrington. i found his profile on the practice’s website and some pictures. girl… he’s ridiculously hot. like, stupidly attractive. i mean… i get why tour sessions feel intense.’’
you felt your face heat up instantly. you looked down at your latte.
‘’he’s just my therapist,’’ you said quickly, trying to sound casual. ‘’he’s professional. really good at his job. that’s all.’’
‘’sure. that’s why you are blushing right now.’’
after that comment, you may have started seeing steve a little bit differently.
maybe more handsome.
maybe with more interest.
you tried to think it was just nonsense, that your best friend’s talk was inside your brain.
while waiting in the reception area for your session, you made the mistake of checking the practice's recent google reviews on your phone.
several new ones appeared. from women in their twenties.
one in particular caught your eye:
‘’dr. Harrington is incredible. i’ve never felt so understood in my life. he’s helped me so much with my intimacy issues. 10/10, would recommend to anyone.”
there were several more like that – all women praising how attentive and emotionally available steve was.
your stomach twisted with an ugly feeling you didn’t want to name.
jealousy.
then, as you were sitting in the waiting room, the door to steve’s office opened.
a pretty brunette woman stepped out, smiling brightly. steve followed her to the door, speaking to her in that same gentle, warm tone he used with you.
“see you next week. you did great today.”
she left, laughing at something he said. you felt a sharp pang in your chest.
when Steve turned and saw you waiting, his expression softened immediately.
“hey,” he said warmly. “ready?”
you forced a small smile and followed him into the office, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot of jealousy twisting inside you.
you sat down in your usual armchair. steve settled across from you, leaning forward sightly with his elbows on his knees.
‘’how has your week been?’’ he asked softly.
you hesitated for a moment and opened your mouth to give a vague answer, but steve continued you could speak, his tone calm.
‘’you mentioned last session that you’ve been seeing someone. daniel, right? how are things going with him?’’
the question caught you slightly off guard. he had remembered the name.
of course he had.
you shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling exposed.
“they’re… going well,” you said carefully. “he’s really kind. patient. we’ve been spending more time together. we talk a lot, we kiss… but we haven’t slept together yet.”
steve listened with complete focus, his eyes never leaving your face. he nodded slowly, processing your words.
“and how do you feel about that?” he asked with a soft voice. “about holding back with him?”
you let out a slow breath.
“i feel guilty sometimes,” you admitted. “he’s a good guy. he deserves someone who can give him everything. but i’m scared. every time things get more physical, i feel myself starting to disconnect again. i don’t want to perform with him… but i don’t know how to stop doing it.”
steve was quiet for a few seconds. His expression remained calm and professional, but you noticed the subtle tension in his jaw and the way his fingers tightened slightly around his pen.
“it makes sense that you’re scared,” he said gently. “after being betrayed by someone you tried to trust, your mind and body learned that intimacy equals danger.”
he paused, then added in that low silky tone he had.
“but I also notice that when you talk about daniel, you describe him as ‘nice’ and ‘kind.’ you don’t talk about desire. about wanting him. does that feel significant to you?”
his question felt more direct than usual. you felt your cheeks warm under his steady gaze.
“i… i don’t know,” you whispered. “maybe I’m still not ready. or maybe i’m comparing how i feel with him to… other things.”
steve’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. he didn’t push further on that comment, but the air in the room felt heavier.
you felt your face flush. you looked down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes.
a shy, nervous smile formed on your lips as you played with the hem of your sweater and your fingers trembled slightly.
you left his office with the confusing realization that steve’s gentle praise affected you.
and no matter how many times you told yourself he was just being a good therapist.
the feeling was getting harder to ignore.
another day that daniel texted you asking if you wanted to do something casual. you said yes before you could overthink it.
the night arrived. he was the same as always: easy to talk to, interested in what you said, and never pushy. he brought you flowers –white daisies– and remembered your drink.
when dinner was over, you ended up on his couch. the kissing started slow and sweet. his hands were careful as they slid under your sweater, caressing your back.
for a while, you stayed present. you felt the warmth of his body, the softness of his lips, the way he whispered how beautiful you were. it felt nice.
but the moment his hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of your jeans, something inside you tightened.
you pulled back gently, placing a hand on his chest.
‘’daniel… wait,’’ you whispered. he stopped immediately, looking at you with concern.
‘’is everything okay?’’ he asked softly.
you sat up a little, pulling your sweater back down.
your heart was racing, but not from desire – from anxiety.
‘’i’m sorry,’’ you said quietly. ‘’i thought i was ready, but… i’m not. not tonight.’’
daniel nodded without hesitation. he sat back and gave you a kind, understanding smile.
“that’s completely fine,” he said. “we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. i’m really happy just spending time with you.”
you felt a wave of relief mixed with guilt.
yet you still couldn’t give him what he probably wanted.
you stayed for a little while longer, talking on the couch, but the atmosphere shifted.
when you left his apartment that night, you hugged him goodbye and told him you’d text him soon. the drive home was quiet. you felt disappointed in yourself.
by the time you got home, took a shower, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the frustration had built up to a breaking point.
now it has been months. months of this same cycle. flirting, dating, getting close, but then freezing or performing the moment things became truly intimate.
you were tired of it. exhausted.
you arrived at your session feeling a mix of determination and deep embarrassment.
steve was already seated when you walked in. he wore a sweater that made his shoulders look broader. when he saw you, his hazel eyes softened with that familiar warm attention.
“hi,” he said gently. “come in. make yourself comfortable.”
you sat down. steve noticed your body language immediately.
“you seem a little nervous today,” he observed softly. “would you like to tell me what’s on your mind?”
you took a deep breath and decided to be honest.
“i’ve been thinking about what we talked about last time,” you said quietly. “about why i disconnect during sex. i… i want to understand it better. so i can try to fix it with daniel.”
steve nodded slowly, his gaze steady and kind.
“i’m glad you want to explore this,” he said. “to help you, i’m going to ask some personal questions about your sexual experiences. you don’t have to answer anything that makes you uncomfortable. but the more honest you can be, the better i can understand what’s happening and help you work through it. is that okay with you?”
you swallowed hard and nodded. steve kept his voice low and professional.
“when you’re with daniel, or with previous partners… do you feel any physical pleasure at all? or does it become purely mechanical after a certain point?”
your cheeks started burning.
“sometimes… at the beginning,” you whispered. “i feel warmth. tingling. but then it fades. i start focusing on what i should be doing instead of what i’m feeling.”
steve nodded, completely focused on you.
“do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” he asked calmly. “masturbate?”
your face went hot. you looked down at your lap, fingers twisting nervously in your sweater.
“…yes,” you admitted.
“how does that feel compared to sex with someone else?” he asked gently. “do you stay present when you’re touching yourself?”
you bit your lip, feeling incredibly exposed.
“mostly yes,” you whispered. “it’s easier when i’m alone. i can control everything. i don’t have to worry about what the other person is thinking.”
steve’s voice remained soothing.
“that’s very common,” he said. “when you’re alone, there’s no fear of judgment or betrayal. your body feels safe enough to stay present. but when someone else is involved, that safety disappears and your mind protects you by dissociating.”
he paused, then continued.
“when you masturbate… what do you usually think about? do you stay focused on the sensations in your body, or does your mind wander to fantasies?”
your face was burning now. you couldn’t look at him.
“i… try to focus on the sensations,” you mumbled. “but sometimes i fantasize. about… being wanted. being seen. not just fucked.”
steve was quiet for a moment, giving you space. the silence felt heavy but not uncomfortable.
when he finally spoke, his voice was even softer, almost careful.
“thank you for being honest about that,” he said. “that’s really helpful information.”
he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“as an exercise for this week, i’d like you to try something at home. when you masturbate, i want you to focus completely on the physical sensations. you don’t have to do it every day, just when you feel comfortable.”
your heart was beating fast. the idea of doing that and then telling him about it made your stomach twist with nerves.
“and… you want me to tell you how it went?” you asked, voice small.
steve nodded calmly.
“only if you feel comfortable sharing. this is your space. but yes, talking about it next session could help us understand what makes it easier or harder for you to stay present.”
you swallowed hard, cheeks still burning.
“okay,” you whispered. “i’ll try.”
the drive home was quiet. your hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly the whole way.
steve’s voice kept echoing in your head.
the way he looked at you when you spoke. the subtle way his fingers tapped against his knee.
by the time you stepped into your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and sat on the edge of your bed, replaying steve’s words from the session.
you lay back on your bed, still wearing your clothes from the day. you slid your hand inside your now pajama pants and started slowly rubbing yourself over your panties.
you tried to focus on the sensation, on your own body like steve suggested. but after a few minutes your mind began to wander.
you kept thinking about him.
about the calm way he looked at you when he spoke.
about how low and steady his voice got when he explained things.
about the way his hands rested on his thighs during sessions.
you imagined those same hands on you and immediately felt a rush of heat between your legs.
you slipped your fingers under your panties and touched yourself directly, circling your clit slowly. soft sounds left your lips as you got wetter.
every time you tried to push the thoughts away, they came back stronger.
you pictured steve’s face, his kind eyes, the slight scruff on his jaw, the way he said your name.
guilt twisted in your chest even as pleasure built between your legs.this is wrong, you thought.
he was your therapist. he was trying to help you and you were here touching yourself while thinking about him.
still, you didn’t stop. your fingers moved faster, sliding inside yourself while your other hand gripped the sheets.
your breathing grew heavier. you whispered his name once, very quietly, like a secret you couldn’t keep inside.
when you finally came it was sharp and intense; your thighs shaking, a soft broken sound leaving your throat.
you felt dirty. wrong. like you had crossed a line you could never uncross.
steve trusted you.
he was patient and professional and genuinely trying to help you heal, and here you were fantasizing about him.
“what the hell is wrong with me…” you whispered into the quiet room.
the next few days were hell.
you tried to pretend it never happened.
you told yourself it was a one-time mistake. that it wouldn’t happen again.
but when thursday afternoon came and you walked into steve’s office, your hands were already shaking.
steve was sitting in his usual chair, wearing a soft beige sweater, looking calm and professional like always.
he smiled gently when you entered.
“hey,” he said warmly. “how have you been since last session?”
you sat down on the couch across from him, legs pressed tightly together.
“fine,” you mumbled.
he studied you for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees.
“did you try the homework i gave you?” he asked, voice gentle but direct. “touching yourself without pressure?”
you stayed silent, staring at the floor. your throat felt tight. steve waited patiently.
“you don’t have to share details if you don’t want to,” he continued softly, “but it would help if you could tell me whether you did it or not… and if you did, what came up for you. what you were thinking about.”
you still didn’t answer. your fingers twisted in your lap.
steve tilted his head.
“it’s okay,” he said. “you can sit over here if it feels easier to talk.” he gestured to the smaller couch closer to his chair, only a couple feet away. “sometimes being a little closer helps.”
you didn’t move.
after a few seconds of silence, steve slowly reached out and placed his hand gently on your knee, warm and steady, trying to get your attention.
“hey,” he said quietly, voice low. “talk to me. what’s going on in that head of yours?”
your heart hammered in your chest. his hand on your leg made everything worse. you felt tears burning in your eyes.you finally whispered, barely audible:
“…i did it.”
steve nodded slowly, thumb brushing lightly against your knee in a comforting motion.
“good. that’s okay. and when you were doing it… what were you thinking about?”
you stayed quiet for a long moment, shame burning through your whole body. then, in a tiny, broken voice, you admitted:
“…you.”
the word hung heavy in the air between you.steve froze. his hand stilled on your knee.
for the first time since you’d known him, he looked genuinely caught off guard.
steve didn’t move. the air between you grew thick.
he stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing your words, then spoke carefully.
“you need to try thinking about something like that when you’re with daniel. that kind of arousal… that’s what we’re trying to build with him.”
you finally looked up at him with glassy and frustrated eyes.
“how am i supposed to feel that way with daniel?” your voice cracked. “how do i differentiate it? how do i know what i really want with him?”
steve stared at you. his breathing changed.
the professional mask cracked right in front of you.
for a moment he looked conflicted, struggling hard with himself.
then he leaned in slowly, cupped your face with one hand, and kissed you.
the kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but full of months of hidden tension. his lips were warm and gentle against yours. your heart slammed in your chest.
he pulled back after a few seconds with his breathing ragged.
“fuck… i’m sorry,” he whispered. “that was completely unprofessional. i shouldn’t have done that. we can’t—”
you didn’t let him finish.
you grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him back into the kiss, harder this time.
steve froze for half a second before he gave in completely, kissing you back with a quiet groan. his hand slid to the back of your neck as the kiss deepened, growing more desperate.
both of you knew how wrong this was.
but in that moment, neither of you cared.
“this is so wrong…” he said. “i could lose my license. i could get fired. we shouldn’t be doing this.”
you looked into his eyes, desperate.
“i need you, steve,” you whispered back, voice breaking. “i don’t want anyone else. i only think about you.”
he let out a shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself.
then pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, your jeans rubbing against his thighs. his hands immediately gripped your hips.
“fuck… you’re going to ruin me,” he murmured before kissing you again, deeper this time.
his mouth moved to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as his hands worked between you.
“ride my thigh, baby,” he whispered hotly against your neck. “just like this. with your clothes on. use me to feel good.”
you moaned softly and started rocking your hips, grinding your clothed pussy against his thick, muscular thigh.
the rough fabric of your jeans created a delicious friction against your clit with every roll of your hips.
steve’s hands stayed on your hips, guiding you, pulling you harder against his leg.
“that’s it,” he breathed, sucking on the sensitive spot below your ear. “grind on me. use my thigh to get yourself off.”
you moved faster, rolling your hips in desperate circles, the seam of your jeans pressing perfectly against your clit.
you could feel how wet you were getting, the fabric growing damp as you humped his leg.
“steve…” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck.
“good girl,” he praised softly, kissing down your neck while helping you grind harder. “look at you… riding my thigh fully dressed like you can’t wait any longer.”
his hands squeezed your ass, pulling you down firmer against him with every roll. the pressure was intense, the friction making your legs shake.
“does that feel good, princess?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “humping my leg like a needy girl?”
“yes… fuck, yes,” you moaned quietly, moving faster, chasing the building pleasure.
steve kept kissing and biting your neck gently while you rode his thigh desperately, the wet patch on your jeans growing bigger with every grind.
then he didn’t even wait for you to cum and unbuttoned your jeans and tugged the zipper down. his long fingers slipped inside your jeans and under your panties, finding you soaked.
you gasped as two thick fingers touched you.
“so wet already,” he breathed against your neck, kissing and biting softly while his fingers played with your pussy. “you really do need this, don’t you?”
you moaned quietly, rocking your hips against his hand as he fingered you deeper.
his thumb found your clit and rubbed firm, steady circles while his mouth continued its assault on your neck.
“steve…” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders. “with you… i feel good.”
he lifted his head from your neck, eyes dark but full of concern. his fingers kept moving inside you, slower now.
“tell me,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and careful.“i don’t feel blocked,” you breathed, grinding down onto his fingers. “i’m not anxious… i’m not overthinking. i’m just… enjoying it. i feel safe with you.”
steve let out a shaky breath, clearly worried.
he stopped moving his fingers for a moment and looked straight into your eyes, his free hand gently cupping your cheek.
“are you sure?” he asked softly, thumb brushing your cheek. “i need you to be honest with me. if anything feels wrong or too much, you tell me immediately, okay? your comfort is the most important thing right now.”
you nodded, leaning into his touch.
“i’m sure,” you whispered. “i want this. i want you.”
steve searched your face for any sign of doubt, then kissed you again, slower this time, more tenderly.
his fingers started moving once more, curling gently inside you while his thumb kept rubbing your clit in steady circles.
“good girl,” he whispered against your lips, voice full of care. “just relax. i’ve got you. tell me if you want it slower or deeper.” he whispered hotly against your skin, curling his fingers inside you perfectly. “just ride my fingers, baby. take what you need.”
his other hand slid under your shirt, squeezing your breast as he kept kissing and marking your neck.
his fingers moved faster inside you, thrusting deep while his thumb pressed harder on your clit.
you were grinding desperately on his hand, moaning softly into his shoulder, completely lost in the feeling of his fingers stretching you and his mouth on your neck.
steve groaned quietly against your skin.
“you feel so fucking good… so tight around my fingers.”
you moaned quietly, rolling your hips against his hand as he fingered you with perfect rhythm.
his mouth returned to your neck, kissing and sucking softly while he focused completely on your pleasure, always watching your reactions, always making sure you felt safe.
“you’re doing so well,” he murmured against your skin, fingers curling just right. “i just want you to feel good, baby. nothing else matters right now.”
the pleasure built quickly until it crashed over you. you came hard with a broken moan, thighs shaking, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through your body.
steve kept moving his fingers gently, helping you ride out every last pulse.
when you finally came down, breathing heavily, you reached down to palm his obvious erection through his pants.
steve immediately caught your wrist, stopping you.
“no,” he said softly but firmly, breathing hard. “not today. this is about you.”
he gently lifted you off his lap and laid you down on the couch.
he knelt on the floor between your legs, pulled your jeans and panties down in one smooth motion, and spread your thighs wide.
steve leaned in and kissed your inner thigh, then higher, until his mouth was on your pussy. he licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting you.
you moaned loudly, your hand flying to his hair.
he licked you slowly at first, savoring you, then became more eager; sucking gently on your clit, fucking you with his tongue, then sliding two fingers back inside you while he focused his mouth on your sensitive bud.
“steve…” you whimpered, back arching. “oh my god…”
he ate you out with perfect focus, humming against you, curling his fingers deep while his tongue worked your clit in stead patterns.
you felt completely overwhelmed in the best way.
“it’s been so long…” you moaned, voice breaking, fingers tightening in his hair. “i haven’t felt this good with anyone in so long… steve, fuck—”
he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver.
he doubled down, sucking harder on your clit while his fingers thrust faster.
you came again with a loud cry, thighs clamping around his head as intense pleasure flooded your body.
steve kept licking you gently through it, drawing out every wave until you were trembling and oversensitive.
he finally pulled back, lips shiny, breathing heavily. he looked up at you with dark, worried, but undeniably hungry eyes. then he slowly stood up, towering over you as you lay on the couch.
he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at you for a long moment.
“do you really want me to fuck you?” he asked, voice low and rough. “because we’ve already broken every rule… if we do this, there’s no going back.”
you nodded, still catching your breath.
“yes,” you whispered. “i want you.” steve let out a shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself one last time.
he quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, pulling out his cock. he was big — thick and long, the head already leaking.
you stared at it, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding you.
“you have to be quiet,” he warned, voice serious. “no matter what. if someone hears us, i’m done.”
you nodded quickly. steve pulled your jeans and panties completely off, then climbed on top of you on the small couch.
he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked pussy before slowly pushing inside.you gasped at the stretch. he was so big it almost hurt, but it felt so good.
he covered your mouth with his large hand as he sank deeper while his eyes were locked on yours.
“shhh, baby,” he whispered, bottoming out inside you. “fuck… you’re so tight.”
he started fucking you on the couch, deep and steady thrusts, his hand still firmly over your mouth to muffle your moans. every time he buried himself completely you whimpered against his palm, eyes rolling back.
after a few minutes he pulled out, stood up and turned you around, bending you over the desk. he pushed back inside you from behind in one smooth thrust, groaning quietly.
“quiet, princess,” he reminded you, hand returning to cover your mouth as he started fucking you harder.
the desk creaked softly with every deep thrust. steve was so big you could feel him in your stomach, stretching you perfectly.
his free hand gripped your hip tightly as he pounded into you, trying to stay as quiet as possible while giving you exactly what you needed.
“is this what you wanted?” he breathed against your ear, voice strained. “you feel so fucking good…”
you could only moan helplessly against his hand, completely lost in how full you felt and how deep he was hitting inside you.
“is this what you wanted?” he whispered, voice low and rough, lips brushing your ear. “when you were touching yourself at home… thinking about me… is this what you imagined?”
you moaned against his palm, nodding frantically.
“oh yes, steve…” you whimpered, the words muffled against his hand.he fucked you a little harder, deep and slow, making sure you felt every inch.
“you were fucking yourself thinking about my cock, weren’t you?” he breathed, voice soft but filthy. “touching that pretty pussy and wishing it was me stretching you open like this…”
you whimpered louder, pushing back against him.
“yes… yes, steve… i wanted you so bad,” you gasped against his fingers.
steve groaned quietly, pressing deeper, grinding against you.
“good girl,” he murmured, kissing the side of your neck while still covering your mouth. “you feel even better than i imagined… so fucking tight and wet for me.”
he kept a steady rhythm, rolling his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. his hand stayed firm over your mouth, muffling your moans as you trembled beneath him.
“that’s it, baby… take it,” he whispered hotly. “this is what you needed, isn’t it? my cock deep inside you while you’re bent over my desk…”
you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure in your eyes.
“yes, steve… oh god, yes…” you moaned against his hand, voice broken and needy.
steve kissed your neck again, sucking softly on your skin as he fucked you deeper, slower, making sure you felt every single inch.
“you’re doing so good for me,” he praised gently, voice full of lust and care at the same time. “such a good girl… letting me fuck you like this…”
“that’s it, baby,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and rough. “cum for me. let go.”
your orgasm hit you hard. your whole body tensed, thighs shaking as you came around his cock with a muffled cry against his palm.
your pussy clenched tightly around him, pulsing again and again.
steve groaned quietly, burying himself deep as he followed right after you. his hips stuttered and he came hard inside you, filling you with warm pulses while pressing his face into your neck to stay quiet.
for a few seconds you both stayed like that, breathing heavily.
then reality seemed to hit him. steve pulled out slowly and grabbed the box of tissues from his desk. he cleaned you gently first, wiping between your legs with care, then cleaned himself.
you both dressed quickly in silence. he helped you button your jeans. once you were both fully dressed, steve sat on the edge of the desk and pulled you to stand between his legs.
he looked at you softly.
“how do you feel?” he asked quietly, genuine concern in his eyes. “be honest with me.”
you took a deep breath, still a little shaky.
“i didn’t feel blocked,” you whispered. “i didn’t overthink everything like i usually do. i just… felt good. really good. safe.”
steve’s expression softened. a small, relieved smile appeared on his lips.
“that’s really good,” he murmured, sounding genuinely happy. “i’m glad you felt that way. that’s important.”
“and… is this what all your patients get?” you asked softly, half-joking but clearly a little nervous.
steve’s eyes widened. he let out a surprised little laugh and shook his head immediately.
“ohhh no, no, no,” he said quickly, almost embarrassed. “you’ve been the exception. completely. i usually stay very professional… i’ve never crossed this line before. not even close.”
he cupped your face with both hands, looking straight into your eyes, sincere.
“this has never happened with anyone else. you’re the only one.”
you bit your lip, feeling a strange mix of relief and warmth in your chest.
steve leaned in and kissed your forehead gently, then rested his forehead against yours.
“this is new for me too,” he whispered. “and probably really stupid… but i couldn’t stop myself with you.”
sypnosis: based on this anon request (tysm for sending this can't wait for more 💕 steve has recently started his new job at family video and requires him to wear polo's that make is biceps look exceptionally delicious
pairing: steve harrington X gf! reader
cw: bicep riding, making out, light teasing
a/n: as y'all can see i learned how to do gradient text and now i'll never go back lmaooo (tut i followed if you wanna learn!!) also this does not follow cannon timeline perfectly, alot of my stuff is cannon adjacent
Steve has recently taken up a new job to help support your guys’ new life, with you guys finally deciding to move in with each other after a year and a half of dating. Let’s just say his new uniform for his new job had you clenching your legs together in the mornings when getting ready to work with Nancy.
As did most mornings, you woke up in your beautiful boyfriend’s arms.
“Good morning, baby,” Steve said in a groggy voice, hugging you tighter and planting a kiss on the top of your head.
“Good morning,” You replied with a smile on your face, then rolled over to look at his, then gave him a soft kiss on his lips.
You stayed in his arms for a little longer, stealing more kisses before it was time for the both of you to start reluctantly getting ready for work. It was an understatement to say that you didn’t wish Steve was with you at all times; you wished you could spend all your days engulfed in his love.
“Okay, it’s time for us to get ready, baby,” Steve muffled into your neck.
“Five more minutes,” You pouted, giving him your best puppy-pleading eyes.
“We can’t, sweetheart.” He said, cupping your face and giving you an ephemeral peck before getting up from the bed.
You let out a groan, but he is right; you don’t want to be late for work. So, Grudgingly head to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and mentally envisioning what you’re going to wear for work, but it’s quickly interrupted when Steve joins you in the bathroom shirtless in a pair of dark-wash jeans, holding two polos in his hands.
“Which color?” He asks, holding the two shirts up.
“Ummm, the striped one,” You answer, muffled.
He gives you a smile before throwing the one you chose over his head and fixing his hair slightly before gathering his hair products together. As he gathers his stuff, you can’t help but stare at his bulging biceps each time he grabs something or moves his hands through his hair.
“You’re staring,” He laughs, looking at you through the mirror.
Your face begins to feel warm. “Sorry,” You say shyly.
“What are you staring at?” He asks with a smirk, even though he already knows exactly what you’re gawking at.
“You”
“Yeah, but what about me?” He asks, turning and examining you more intensely.
“Your biceps,” You say in a low tone.
“Sorry, baby, didn’t quite hear you.” He says, closing the space between the two of you and gripping your chin to make your eyes meet his.
“Your biceps,” You say once again, feeling even more embarrassed.
“My biceps?” He smiles. “My dirty girl, is that what’s been getting you all worked up lately?”
You nod your hair timidly.
“I’ve been noticing you focus more on me in the mornings,” He says, running his thumb lightly over your lower lip.
Your eyes widen at the statement. You couldn’t feel more embarrassed.
“Umm, I should get changed,” You state in a sultry tone.
“Yeah, you should, already spent ten minutes squeezing your legs together because of my biceps.” He replies in a teasing tone, releasing you from his grasp.
You roll your eyes and exit the bathroom, then open your closet to pick out a nice baby blue top that had embroidery detailing and a nice long white skirt. You walk out of the bedroom to see Steve leaning against the kitchen island with your coffee already made for you.
“So,” He says, looking you up and down as you walk closer to him.
“So,” You reply in a mocking tone.
“These bad boys have been distracting you in the mornings?” He flexes jokingly.
“Ugh, get over yourself,” You joke, smacking him on the shoulder and taking a sip from your coffee.
“Really? Because I think you're enjoying this,” He says with a smug smile before drinking his coffee.
“Whatever,” You roll your eyes. “I’ve gotta get going. I love you, baby; see you at dinner,” You say, giving him a long kiss and squeezing his biceps before you leave.
–
After a long day at work, you kick off your shoes, change into your pajamas, and sit in front of the TV, waiting like a sad puppy for Steve to walk through the door any minute. Halfway through an episode of Magnum, P.I., you hear the lock turn on the door. You shoot up from the couch in excitement, practically tackling and showering Steve in kisses the second he steps through the door.
“Hello to you too,” He laughs, scooping you into his arms.
“I missed you,” You say before kissing him.
“I missed you too,” He smiles back. “But I think we both know what you missed more,” He jokes, giving your butt a quick squeeze.
“Hmm, true,” You hum, and continue to kiss his neck as he makes his way towards your bedroom.
He lightly plops you onto the bed as he works off his family video vest. You perch yourself into your elbows and stare at him with hunger and clamp your legs together. He laughs softly at your actions, climbing atop you, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin on your neck.
“Steve,” You whine, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, as he rocks his hips against your aching core.
“I know, baby,” He says in between kisses.
“You’re being a tease,” You pout.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t help but get so turned on by the fact you’re getting yourself all worked up thinking about my biceps.” He says, looking at your distraught expression. “You wanna ride my biceps, honey?” He asks with a mischievous smile.
You nod your head with eagerness.
“Whatever my girl wants, my girl gets,” He says, kissing your cheek before lying back on the mattress, as you work off your pajama pants and underwear.
He looks at you with longing as you crawl onto the bed towards him. Once you fully make your way towards him, you give him a messy kiss before straddling his bicep. You start to rock yourself slowly as starts at you, pupils blown. You grip tightly on his shoulder to stabilize yourself; soft whines escape your mouth.
“Go faster, baby,” He orders, flexing his biceps under you, causing you to moan loudly.
You pick up your pace, dragging your slick all over his biceps, moaning each time he flexes beneath you.
“Steve,” You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulder.
“You look so pretty like this, using my bicep to get yourself off,”
“ ‘m gonna cum, Steve,” You groan as your pace gets faster and your rhythm becomes sloppy.
“That’s it, baby, cum all over my bicep. You like riding my bicep, don't you?”
“Oh fuck,” You yelp as your orgasm rushes over you.
You lie your head on Steve’s shoulder for a second as euphoria runs through your body.
“You did so good, baby,” He says, as you get off his bicep and licking your juices off of him. “I think next time you ride the other one? Compare.” He smiles, pulling you in for a deep kiss, making you taste yourself.
mean!gator fucking you in his truck outside of a bar 18+
gator thought 18+
steve harrington
bad at love - fwb!Steve X fem reader 18+
groupie love - 70's rockstar steve harringtion au 18+
centerfold - fem babysitter X steve harringtion 18+
ride - fem!reader X steve harrinton 18+
reader being obsessed with steve’s biceps, he would flex them in front of her just to tease her and eventually lets her ride them🤭
Waittt, I'm actually obsesseddd with this prompt!!! I've been busy the past few days, but I hope to start this on Tuesday and have it posted by Tuesday night or Wednesday. When it's done, it will be here ❤️
edit: I actually couldn't contain myself from writing this, so I did it today lol. I love your guys' ideas; please send more. I always love hearing other people's ideas!
Synopsis: Steve is hopelessly head over heels for you
Pairing: fem! Babysitter X Steve Harrington
cw: mentions of playboy, smut, fluff, dry-humping, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, mentions of male masturbationa/n: this is one of my old works. I apologize in advance if this isn't good; also, this is heavily inspired by Adventures of Babysitting because it's like the best movie ever
It was a Friday night, and you were getting ready to go out with your boyfriend when your mom walked in and told you the Wheelers are practically begging to sit for them tonight.
“Mom, I can’t, I’m going out with Sean tonight!” You say, turning around from your vanity.
“Alright, I’ll go tell them.” Your mom says, with a heavy sigh, before leaving your bedroom entrance.
You roll your eyes and continue to get ready for your date. That's when you hear it, a rhythmic knock at your door. You shot up from your vanity chair and raced to the door to see your boyfriend.
“Hi baby!” You say, jumping into his arms and placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Hi babe,” he says in a flat tone, pushing you off of him.
“What's wrong?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion because he has never rejected your affections before.
“Um, my sister is sick tonight, and my mom wants me to take care of her… so we can’t go out tonight.” He says, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh, well, can I come over and help you? I can make her some soup!” You say with a smile.
“NO! No, no, um, she’s like really contagious, and I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Oh alright.” You say in a soft voice, looking down to hide your sadness.
“Hey, how about next weekend we go to that restaurant you love so much?” He says, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.
“Okay,” you say with a half smile.
“Okay, I’ll see you at school.” He smiles, walks back to his car, and leaves immediately.
You watch as he drives away. You feel your tear ducts swell with hopeless tears as you walk back into your house, shutting the door behind you as you walk to your room. You change out of the nice clothes you dressed yourself in for your date and put on a pair of Levi's jeans and a button-up top, clipping your hair back with a banana clip.
“Hey, Mom! Can you call the wheeler back?” You ask as your voice breaks.
“Yeah, I’m on it.” She shouts back.
You wipe your tears and fix your mascara, then grab your bag and walk out to your living room to see what the Wheelers said.
“They thanked you a lot and said that they would pay you double because you had to cancel your date. Mike is already at the house, and they’re about to leave right now. They said you only have to watch Mike because they took Holly to Joyce's.” Your mom informs you.
“Okay, I love you,” You say, placing a kiss on her cheek before you grab your keys.
“Love you too, drive safe!” She shouts as you leave the house.
–
Once you reach the Wheelers, you are met with a frantic Karen and Ted, who is slumping on the couch, eating potato chips in his nice suit.
“Oh, goodness, you’re here, sweet girl, thank you so much for this; it means a lot,” Karen says, embracing you in a tight hug.
“Yes, of course, Mrs.Wheeler, anytime,” You say with a smile as you step inside.
“Okay, it’s just Mike tonight. There is a possibility his friends might come over, but they aren’t crazy; they’ll probably just play their fantasy game in the basement,” Karen explains while she puts on her heels.
“Mom!” Mike groans.
“Anyway, if you need us, you can call us; we should be home no later than three.” She says, grabbing her purse from the rack.
You smile and nod at her words.
“Okay, Ted, come on, let's go!” She says, in a less friendly tone, rolling her eyes and looking at her useless husband.
Ted grunts and gets up.
“Okay, Mike, be good, bye sweetie, mommy loves you.” She says, blowing kisses at him while she exits the house.
“So, you wanna play any games?” You say with a smile as you sit next to Mike on the couch.
“O-oh, umm, I think Dustin, Lucas, and Will are going to be here any moment, so I think I should set up downstairs.” He says in a nervous tone, immediately standing up when you sit down next to him.
“Oh, okay, well, if you need anything, you can let me know,” You give him a sheepish smile as you pick up the magazines on the coffee table.
He just shoots you back a timid smile before heading down the basement stairs. Twenty minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. You swing your legs off the couch and make your way to the front door to be greeted with familiar faces: Lucas, Will, Dustin, and Steve Harrington?
“Hi, is Mike here?” Dustin speaks up.
“Yeah,” you laugh.
“Can we come in?” Lucas asks enthusiastically.
“Yeah,” You say, opening the door wider, stepping out of the way so the group can enter the home.
“Hi y/n,” Will says in a quiet voice.
“Hi Will, how are you? How’s your mom?” You ask, pulling him into a side hug.
“I’m good, she’s good, she’s just busy with work,” he states.
“Oh well, if she ever needs me to watch you, I can. I’ll even give her a discount if she lets me stay over for dinner,” You joke, giving his hair a ruffle.
“Okay, I’ll tell her,” He says with a smile.
“Come on, Will!” Mike shouts out from the basement door.
“Okay, bye.” He waves before running off to the rest of the group, leaving you with Steve.
“So what are you doing here?” You say, turning around, meeting Steve's eyes.
“Oh, Me? I was watching Will and Dustin when they told me I needed to get Lucas and bring them over to Mike's,” He explains, his eyes nervously avoiding yours.
“Ms.Byers lets you babysit Will?” You question because a few years ago, he got his ass beat by Jonathan; you’d seen them be cordial during group settings, but you didn’t think it went beyond that.
“Yeah, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but Jonathan and I are friends now.”
“I didn’t know you guys were friends, friends; I thought you guys were just tolerating each other for Dustin and Will. I still can’t believe it, honestly. I thought the dinosaurs would come back before you guys would ever become friends,” You joke, walking back to the couch.
“Yeah,” he laughs, following you to the couch.
“So what's new with you?” You ask in an endearing tone.
“Oh, nothing much, I just started working at the mall a few weeks ago, and I have to wear this ridiculous outfit,” He explains as he runs his hands up and down his thighs.
“I’ve seen you before! I just didn’t know it was you!” You laugh, pointing your finger at him.
He looks at you, embarrassed. “It’s totally a lady killer,” He rolls his eyes.
“I mean, I don’t know, Harrington; you’ve got some girls gawking at you,” You laugh as you get up from the couch.
“Yeah, right,” he scoffs, following behind you.
“Hey, can you go ask the boys if they want something to snack on before I order pizza?” You ask as you open the fridge and look around.
He nods his head yes and obeys your commands like a puppy. He opens the basement door impatiently, running down the stairs.
“Hey, do you guys want snacks? Y/n is gonna order the pizza in a litt-” Steve stops in his tracks when he sees the boys holding this month's Playboy, all of them surrounded in a circle.
“Ew, guys, are you serious?” He says in a disgusted tone as he grabs the magazine from the boys. “Where did you guys even get this?” He says, scolding the boys, as if he doesn’t have the same one waiting for him at home.
“It’s my dad's,” Mike says, trying to reach for it.
“Steve, there’s this girl that looks exactly like y/n,” Dustin says.
“Alright, you guys are all disgusting.”
“No man, he’s telling the truth! The resemblance is uncanny!” Lucas says, trying to defend their actions.
“Look, just open it up to the main center fold,” Mike says.
Steve hesitates for a moment, then, out of curiosity, opens it up, and to his surprise, it looks exactly like you.
“Guys, come on? Do y’all want snacks or not?” You say, looking down the basement stairs as Steve frantically tries to hide the Playboy.
“Um, some fruit?” Dustin smiles.
“Alright...” You say in an ambivalent tone.
Once you leave, Mike walks over to where Steve threw the magazine.
“Dude, this is my dad’s; he’s going to kill me if he finds out I took this!” He says, picking up the Playboy and smoothing out the front page.
“Is this why you guys wanted to come over?” He asks, running his hands through his hair.
“Well, Mike just said it was crazy how much it looked like her, and we were all curious,” Dustin shrugs.
“You guys are sick!” Steve says, bringing his hands to his hips.
“Oh come on, Steve, don’t pretend she doesn’t look like her and that you don’t invite us over when she’s watching us just so you can watch her swim,” Will says.
Steve scoffs. “Okay, well, at least I’m not a bunch of weirdos,” He tries to defend himself as if he hadn’t thought the same thing when he saw the girl on the main centerfold, using it to fulfill his dirty desires.
“Oh come on, man, it’s so pathetic how much you want her; it's embarrassing. You know she has a boyfriend, right?” Lucas says.
“It’s called being a friend!” Steve retaliates. “Whatever, you guys need to go put this back and come back up to do something else,” He orders.
Mike lets out a groan and marches up the stairs to put the Playboy back. The boys follow him upstairs, but leave him to go sit on the couch. Steve emerges from the basement, butthurt.
“Here you guys go!” You say, placing bowls of fruit in front of the boys sitting on the floor, and flicking through channels.
“There's nothing good to watch,” Lucas groans as Mike joins them.
“I think Nancy still has that scary movie we watched last weekend. Let me go get it.” You say, exiting the room.
Mike sits down, and the Playboy falls out from under his shirt.
“What the hell, man! I told you to put that thing back!” Steve says, picking it up.
“I tried! My parents locked their bedroom door,” Mike explains in a panicked, honest tone.
“Got it!” You shout, returning.
All of the boys panic, trying to look for places to hide it, but it's too late. You walk into the living room to see Steve holding it in his lap.
“Ew, man, come on, there's kids around, do this on your own time!” You say, throwing a pillow at Steve, before popping in the tape.
“I’m going to kill you, Wheeler,” Steve whispers into Mike's ear, pulling his collar close to him so he can hear the threat.
“It’s not mine!” Steve says as you sit down on the couch next to you.
“So where did it come from? Thin air?” You say, giving him a disgusted look as the boys look back at you guys, trying to hear the drama.
Then the phone rings.
“I’ll get it,” You say, getting off the couch lazily.
“I’m going to kill you little shits,” Steve says, leaning down.
“Wait, hold on guys, pause the movie!” You say in an assertive tone.
Will pauses the TV, and all of the boys are watching you, eager to know what is being told to you through the phone.
“One at a time!” You shout into the receiver.
“We just saw Sean at Enzo's with Heather; he was kissing her,” Nancy says.
“What? No, his sister is sick; he's at home with her,” You say, turning your body away from your audience.
“No, y/n, I’m 100% sure it’s him; how many people have a Jean jacket with their name branded on it?” Jonathan says in a sympathetic tone.
“Oh my god, I’m such an idiot,” You say, leaning against the wall.
“No, you’re not; he’s just a loser,” Nancy says in a reassuring tone.
“Give me two minutes, I’ll be right there,” You say, your eyes filled with tears.
“Wait, aren’t you watching my brother?” Nancy asks.
“Steve's here; he brought over Lucas, Will, and Dustin. They’re watching the scary movie we watched last weekend,” You sniffle.
“Okay, we’ll be here if you need us,” Jonathan says.
“Thanks,” You say, wiping your tears before hanging up the phone.
“Are you okay y/n?” Steve asks, walking up to you to reassure you.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need you to watch the boys for a minute,” You say as a tear rolls down your cheek, avoiding eye contact with Steve because you know if you look at him, you will be bawling your eyes out.
“Is it about Sean?” He asks, rubbing your shoulders. “Look at me. Is it about Sean?” He says, gripping your chin to make you look at him.
You nod sadly and burst into tears, shoving your face into his broad chest.
“Hey, it’s okay,” He says, stroking your hair as you cry into his arms.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Will asks, walking up to you, rubbing your back.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” You say, pulling out of Steve's arms, wiping your tears.
“What happened?” Lucas asks, running to your side to comfort you.
“Sean is a loser; that's what happened.” Mike rolls his eyes. “He’s always so mean when he’s over.”
“Well, you guys won't have to worry about that anymore.” You joke, trying to comfort yourself.
“What? What do you mean?” Steve asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Um, Nance and Jonathan saw him at Enzo's with Heather,” You say, looking at your feet.
“That son of a bitch,” Dustin says.
“Are they still there?” Mike asks.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go break things off with him,” You say, pushing through the crowd to grab your purse and keys.
“You shouldn’t drive while you're crying. Let me come with you,” Steve says, lunging out to grab your arm.
“Yeah, let us come; I have some things I would like to say to him,” Mike says.
“Fine. But don’t tell your parents.” You sniffle.
“Okay,” They say in unison as they exit the home, waiting for Steve to unlock the car.
As you get in the car, you can feel yourself cry harder, bringing your hands to your face as Lucas tries to comfort you by patting your shoulder, and Steve glances at you with empathetic anger. He’s gripping tightly onto the wheel, thinking about bashing Sean's face in.
“Thank you,” You say, grabbing Lucas’ hand and squeezing it as you look back at him to smile at him.
“No problem, Max told me this is better than telling you things,” He says with a proud smile.
You laugh at his words. “I mean, does he not realize how lucky he is?” Steve says under his breath as he squeezes onto the wheel. You look back at Steve, only catching half of his words, wanting to hear more.
“What?” You say, looking at him with glossy eyes.
“I mean, he’s an idiot for cheating on you. I’d kill to be with you; I mean, anyone would be lucky to be with you, you're amazing.” He says, stumbling over his words, trying to hide his admiration for you.
“Oh god,” Dustin whispers, letting out a deep sigh.
You guys pull into Enzo's parking lot, seeing Nancy and Jonathan waiting outside.
“What are you guys doing here?” Nancy questions, looking at the boy getting out of the car one by one.
“It’s not their fault we practically begged them,” Will says, running over to Jonathan.
“You ready?” Steve asks, looking over at you as you stare at the entrance.
“You know we were supposed to eat here tonight,” You say in an angry tone.
“Wow, he’s real original,” Steve scoffs as he takes your hand.
The boys follow behind you guys fast before Nancy stops them and tells them to wait for you guys out there and to mind their business.
Once you step inside, you immediately spot him. Heather is twirling her permed hair between her fingers, laughing at the jokes you told him. God, you want to kill him. You march up to the table angrily, stopping in front of them as Sean gives you a guilty look.
“Y-y/n, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear,” He laughs.
“Shut up, Sean! Nancy and Jonathan literally saw you guys kissing.” You say in a fed-up tone. “God, I've been doing everything in my power to save our relationship, and you’re cheating on me; you’re such a loser,” You say.
Sean scoffs. “I mean, yeah, it’s hard to be with someone who always has a puppy following her around,” he says, making direct eye contact with Steve.
“Leave Steve out of this; we’re over. Enjoy my leftovers,” You say, giving Heather a sarcastic smile before walking away.
“You’re such a slut,” Sean says under his breath.
“What did you just say?” Steve asks, angrily, turning around.
“You heard me, Harrington, she’s a slut,” Sean says, further antagonizing Steve. “I tell her my sister is sick and she's with you.” Sean laughs.
“Take that back,” Steve says.
“Or else what? “King” Steve is going to rise from the dead and give me a beating? That might’ve worked in High School, but we're in the real world now, Steve.” Sean scoffs, pushing Steve back. “You enjoy her, Slut y/n, always whoring around with Harrington.”
That was the last straw for Steve; he planted a strong punch to Sean's temple, knocking him into the table next to him.
“What the fuck!” Sean yells, sitting up, walking over to you. “You fucking attention whore.” He spits in a sappy tone.
“Don’t you ever call me a whore,” You say, kicking him straight in the crotch. “You wish you could be half the man Steve is.” You say, looking at him on the floor, fleeing before you and Steve get escorted out.
“Nice kick,” Steve laughs as you guys run out of the restaurant.
“Thanks,” You smile.
“Wow, y/n,” Nancy smiles, pulling you into a hug.
“Told you guys she could handle herself. It’s because we watched Karate Kid, isn’t it?” Lucas says.
“Okay, enough excitement; we need to get you guys back home,” You say, flustered at the praise.
They listen to your wishes, piling into the car as you apologize profusely to Nancy and Jonathan for crashing their date. They both tell you it's no problem and that you can always hang out with them when you need to. The drive back is filled with laughter and recreations of your and Steve’s actions. When you get back to the Wheeler house, you order a pizza, and you guys finish it while watching the horror movie. After the movie is over, the boys are knocked out on the floor, lying on each other, while they snore.
“Come on, big boy, go carry them to Mike's room,” You say in a sleepy voice, softly smacking Steve’s shoulder.
“Absolutely not,” Steve scoffs.
“What? You aren’t strong enough?” You tease.
Steve lets out an unwilling sigh as he rises from the couch, picking up Will and carrying him to Mike's room. Then, coming back for Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, one by one, meticulously setting them down, making sure not to wake them up, placing them in their sleeping bags, which they had set up previously. Once Steve tucks in Dustin, he closes the door lightly, turning around to see you watching him from the hallway with admiration.
“Um, what time are the Wheelers going to be back?” Steve asks in a hushed tone as he strides closer to you.
“In like thirty minutes,” you say, checking your watch. “Nance is staying with Jonathan tonight, so I might just crash on her bed,” You laugh, walking back to the living room.
“I could drive you home, if you want. I mean, if you’re too tired to drive, you know,” Steve offers, in a groveling tone.
“No, you’ve helped me plenty tonight.” You smile, grabbing his hand, running your fingers over his lightly bruised knuckles.
“He’s an asshole,” He says, looking up at you with a warm gaze.
“Yeah, he really is. I don’t even know why I was with him in the first place,” You sigh, continuing to fiddle with his hand in yours.
“I mean, you’re totally hot and sweet; what isn’t there to love?” He says, slipping off his tongue effortlessly.
“You think I’m hot?” You giggle.
“Totally, hotter than Phoebe Cates,” He smiles cheesily.
You look at him for a second, stunned by his words. You stare deeply into his eyes, then look down at his lips. Following your heart, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on his lips. He brings one of his hands to your hair and the other to your waist, pulling you in closer. You swing one of your legs over his hips, straddling him as you deepen the kiss, softly tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” You say, breaking the kiss. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this just because Sean cheated on me. I really like you, Steve; you’re amazing,” You say, embarrassed by your actions.
“If you think I’m so amazing, why don’t you keep kissing me?” He smiles.
“Because it’s unfair to you; I don’t want you to think I’m using you..” You say, looking at him with sad eyes.
“Baby, trust me, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this.” He says, stroking your hair. “I’d be blessed to be used by you,” he says, giving your cheek a soft kiss.
“You’ve been dreaming about this?” You tease, bringing your hand to cup his face. “Is that why you need that Playboy?” You say, giving him a playful smile.
“Oh my god, I swear that was not mine; Mike stole it from his dad because one of the girls looked like you,” He says, trying to defend himself, but only makes it worse.
“I don’t know whether to be disgusted or take it as a compliment,” You joke.
“Well, I mean, they weren’t wrong. I thought it looked like you when I first saw it, and in their defence, they weren’t doing anything dirty to it, just observing.”
“Well, that’s comforting,” You laugh. “Wait, when you first saw it? Tonight wasn’t the first time you’ve seen the picture,” You smile at him mischievously, catching him in his words.
“Umm,” he says, clearing his throat, hoping you won't ask him more questions.
“Tell me, Steve, how many times have you gotten off using that picture, imagining it's me?” You whisper in his ear, nibbling softly on the lobe.
He lets out a meek whine, readjusting his hips under you.
“Come on, Steve,” You plead, kissing up his neck and stopping at his jawline, rolling your hips lightly against his hips.
“Oh fuck,” he says under his breath. “Ever since I saw it, even before then, I couldn’t get you out of my head,” He admits submissively.
“You’re such a dirty boy, thinking about me while you get off,” You say against his lips before kissing him roughly, moving your clothed pussy against his hard-on. “You know, when you defended me today, it kinda turned me on,” You say breathlessly as you break the kiss, catching your breath, continuing to roll your hips against his needy boner. “You’re so hot when you get jealous, you know that?” You say, placing soft love bites down his neck while he lets out soft groans, gripping the flesh on your waist mercilessly. You can feel him grow needier and impatient as he bucks his hips up. “Such a needy boy,” You tease, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck, while simultaneously bringing your lips back to his, forcibly shoving your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a helpless whine against your lips as you drag down your hips harder. Then he lets out a muffled moan as he pulls your hips down against his dick. “Did you just come in your pants?” You say, breaking the kiss and looking down at his slightly damp jeans.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” He says, looking down at the mess.
“It's okay, it's kinda hot,” You say, giving his lips a quick peck.
“You think me not being able to make it past the foreplay is hot?” He says in a disbelieving tone.
“Yeah, it just shows me how desperate you are.” You smile, swinging your leg off his lap and standing up. “Come on, you have to go; they’re going to be here any minute.” You say, pulling him off the couch. “And you aren’t exactly decent.” You laugh, looking at his cum stained jeans.
“God, you’re so hot when you're bossy,” He says, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.
“Okay, seriously, you need to go,” You laugh against his lips.
“Come over tomorrow?” He asks, rubbing your ass through your jeans.
“I will now go before you get me into trouble.” You say, nudging him towards the front door.
–
The next day, you enter Steve’s backyard with Nancy, Jonathan, and Will.
“Hey-” Steve stops himself as he sees Nancy, Jonathan, and Will trailing behind you.
“Hey, man,” Jonathan says, closing the gate behind him.
Steve shoots Jonathan a half-hearted smile, then walks towards you. “I thought it was just going to be us,” He says with a melancholic look on his face.
“I tried, but Nancy came back before her parents, and I was setting up in her room to sleep, and she noticed the stain on my pants, and she kept interrogating me,” You say, looking up at him with a nervous smile.
“Well, I mean, it’s just the Byers and Nance; it’s not like they’re gonna be here all day,” He says confidently, putting his hands on his hips.
“About that….” Nancy interrupts. “The boys are coming and so are Max and El; they’re just picking up some water balloons..” She says, giving Steve a sympathetic smile.
“Jesus,” Steve whispers under his breath, running his hands through his hair.
“I’m just going to put the drinks in the fridge; Jon and I got some for the teens and for us,” Nancy says with a roguish smile, as she and Jonathan haul the cooler into the house.
“They’re going to be here all day, baby,” Steve whines as he runs his hands over his face.
“No, they won't; just tell them a lie when you’re feeling super desperate,” You laugh, removing your sunglasses from your face and onto your head.
“Hey, gu-” Steve shouts, but you stop him and cover his mouth.
“I think you can wait at least two hours.” You say, keeping your hand on his mouth as he gives you a helpless look.
Twenty minutes later, all of the kids arrive, ready to swim and terrorize Steve with their obnoxious questions.
“No, Max, you can not throw a water balloon at my face,” He says, annoyed.
Max rolls her eyes and averts her eyes to Mike, who is putting on sunscreen, aiming it at him and hitting him perfectly. “Nancy, did you see that! Do something!” Mike shouts, rubbing the red spot on his arm.
“Good hit, Max,” Nancy laughs, giving Max a high five.
Mike groans and walks next to Will, using him as a shield, because he knows Max won't target Will.
You laugh at the actions and sit on the lounge chair next to Steve, who is covering his eyes with his sunglasses in hopes of not getting made fun of by the party for staring at you.
“I think I’m gonna go in the water,” You smile, shrugging off your cover-up, revealing a bathing suit that feeds the imagination. You shoot Steve a wink as you get up from the chair and walk over to the poolside.
“Hey, y/n, wanna see who can hold their breath longer?” Dustin asks, standing next to you on the edge of the pool.
“You’re going to lose,” You laugh, dipping your feet into the pool as you walk down the steps.
“Lucas, come count for us!” Dustin shouts as he fully submerges himself in the pool.
You follow Dustin's lead, dipping your head to get it over with.
“Okay, on the count of three, you both are going to put your heads under water,” Lucas says, getting into the pool and swimming towards you and Dustin.
“My money’s on y/n,” Max says.
“Same,” El says, earning a glare from Dustin. “I mean, I can’t bet on both of you,” El shrugs.
“Okay.. one…. Two…. three…” Lucas says.
Both you and Dustin quickly plunge yourselves underwater, both of you trying your best to remain underwater as your bodies want to gravitate to the top. You could stay down there longer, but you notice Dustin is starting to struggle, so you just give him the win. You emerge from the water, playfully gasping for air, then Dustin follows, with a big, proud smile on his face.
“You see that, Steve?” He asks enthusiastically, shaking his hair dry like a dog.
“Yup, I saw that, buddy,” He smiles, looking down at you guys as he lurks on the edge of the pool. Giving Max the perfect opportunity to push him in.
“I’m gonna kick your butt, Max!” He shouts, effortlessly flipping his hair back in the perfect position.
Everyone laughs at Max’s gesture, and Mike surprisingly high-fives her like they placed a bet on who can push Steve in first.
“I’m going to get a drink, want one?” You say with a sly smile, swimming towards Steve.
“Um, sure,” he smiles back sheepishly.
“Okay,” You say before swimming towards the stairs and exiting the pool. Steve’s eyes are glued to you as you exit the pool, watching your every move, until he is pulled out of his trance when Dustin splashes him with water.
“I think you drooled in the pool,” Dustin laughs, splashing more water at him.
“Ha ha,” Steve fake laughs, lunging towards him to push him underwater.
You return with four drinks in your hand. One for you, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy. You hand Nancy and Jonathan theirs, and place Steve's next to his shirt that is sitting on the floor, next to the lounge chair. You sit down and nurse your drink as you watch Steve mess around with the kids in the water. Teaching El how to do a backflip off the diving board and playing sharks and minnows with them. After four rounds of being it for sharks and minnows, he exits the pool.
“Hi,” He says, walking towards you, shaking himself dry, splashing you in the process.
“Are you sure you didn’t birth Dustin?” You laugh, wiping the water off your face.
Steve smiles at you and sits down on the lounge chair next to you, picking up the warm drink that has been sitting next to his shirt for forty minutes.
“Ugh,” He says with a disgusted face as he sets the drink back down on the floor.
You laugh at his reaction, “You want me to get you a new one?” You ask sweetly, standing up.
“Yeah, I’ll come with you,” He says, practically leaping out of his chair.
“That would defeat the whole purpose of me getting it for you,” You laugh as you walk to the sliding glass door to enter Steve's house.
“Not really,” He says, checking you out shamelessly, as your back is to him.
You laugh and open the sliding door, making your way to the fridge, slightly sticking your hips out as you bend down to search the bottom of the fridge, and grab a can for Steve. You sit up to give it to him, but when you stand back up you back hits Steve’s strong chest.
“Now I see why you wanted to come,” You laugh, turning around to face him.
“Can I ask them to leave soon?” He asks, pouting.
“Isn’t that a little mean?” You say with a fisky smile, cocking your head to the right and scrunching your nose.
“Not unless you want them to hear you,” Steve says in a sultry tone, bringing one of his hands to tuck your hair behind your ear.
“Okay, but do it in fifteen minutes so it's not that obvious,” You smile.
“Okay,” He says, giving you a quick peck on the lips before you both return outside.
Steve grows impatient, only waiting ten minutes. “Okay, you all need to go; gardeners are going to be here any minute,” He says, shooing the kids out of the pool. You follow along with the act, packing your things reluctantly and complaining with the group. You all begin to make your way to the gate before Steve shouts out your name, lightly jogging towards you.
“Hey, didn’t you need help with that thing?” He lies horribly, making Jonathan and Nancy share a look.
“Oh, yeah, I did!” You lie just as badly as him.
“Why don’t I help you with it before you go?” He smiles, swaying anxiously.
“Oh, okay, you guys go ahead, I’ll just call my mom right now.” You smile, walking away from the group, trying to conceal your lies to the best of your abilities.
“They’re so gonna bone,” Mike says under his breath. Max nods her head, agreeing with Mike. Causing Nancy to hit his shoulder and push him out the gate faster.
“Happy Screams?” El asks in an innocent tone.
“Yeah, happy screams,” Dustin replies, patting her shoulder softly and fully exiting the Gate, Jonathan closing it behind him.
“Very smooth,” You laugh as you both watch, making sure they all leave, with no signs of them coming back.
“I couldn’t wait five more minutes,” He says, pulling you in for a kiss. “Teasing me with this thing,” He mumbles against your lips, slightly tugging at the strings of your bikini top, loosening them.
You hum softly against his lips and dash towards the house, looking back at him playfully as you do so. You run up the stairs, beating him to his bedroom. Once he enters his room, you’re already lying back on his bed, looking up at him with a coquettish smile. He melts instantly, crawling onto the bed, hovering over you as he kisses your lips. You bring your hands to his neck, pushing him down to deepen the kiss as you roll your hips up, trying to chase the touch of his boner.
“And I’m the needy one,” Steve chuckles against your lips, moving them down your jaw and down to your neck, sucking softly on the sensitive skin, making you moan softly and bring your hands to his hair, tugging at his thick, damp hair. “Steve,” You moan softly, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him against your needy cunt, as he attacks your neck like a vampire. “Please,” You whine, scratching his scalp with your nails softly.
“Okay, okay,” He says against your neck as you lift your chest to allow him to fully untie your top, pushing it off and over your head, leaving you exposed. “Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” He says, running his hands over your bare tits, brushing his thumbs over your nipples until they pebble, causing you to let out a gruttle moan and buck your hips up, relieving your needs. You bring your hands to the waistband of his swim trunks and desperately tug at it, silently telling him you want them off. He obeys your commands and shoves the moist shorts down along with his underwear, leaving him naked before you. Your mouth falls ajar; I mean, you heard rumors in school, but you never believed them, until now.
“Steve, you’re huge,” You say, sitting up on your elbows, further examining his girthy member.
“You can take it,” He winks, working down your bottoms, pulling them off.
You bite your lip as he kisses up your stomach, stopping at your navel, sucking, marking you. You let out a soft sigh as his tip teases your entrance when he moves his mouth to one of your tits, sucking lightly on it and palming the other, pinching the nipple roughly.
“Steve, please,” You say, digging your fingers into his shoulders.
“So impatient,” He teases, sitting up and rubbing his tip along your slick folds, mixing your juices with his pre-cum. “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” He says, leaning himself up with your entrance, piercing you, stretching you as he pushes his tip in.
“Oh shit,” You pant, digging your nails hard into his shoulders as he continues to push himself further.
“Look at your tight, needy pussy pulling me in,” He says, watching his dick disappear into you.
You physically can’t bring yourself to form words, so you just let out a soft moan in response to his words.
“What happened? My cock is too big, you can’t think of a bratty comeback?” He says with a devilish grin on his face. “I’m only halfway in, and you’re already short-circuiting.” He chuckles lowly, continuing to shove his dick in, this time impacently, shoving his cock, balls deep into you, as your breathing becomes heavy, trying to adjust to this new sensation. “You’re so tight, sucking me in greedily,” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, before starting to move at a slow rhythm, letting you adjust to his size, then picking up the pace as you tell him to.
“Fuck, Steve,” You groan out, gripping tightly on the sheets.
“I bet Sean never fucked this pussy right. You’re mine now,” He says, gripping your chin, looking at you with dark, lustful eyes. “Tell me you’re mine,” He says, drilling into your pussy mercilessly.
“I’m yours,” You choke out.
“I’m gonna fill you up so good you’re going to feel me for days.” He says, bringing his hand to your right tit, fiddling with the nipple. Making you clench tightly around him. “Hm, you like that, baby? You like the thought of me cumming in you, breeding you,” He says, further penetrating your cunt.
“Yes!” You moan loudly, feeling yourself grow closer to your release. “Steve, I’m gonna come,” You say, shutting your eyes.
“No, open your eyes, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum all over my cock,” He says, pinching your nipple hard, prompting you to open your eyes and look up at him with teary eyes of pleasure.
“Steve!” You whine as you’re on the cusp of your orgasm.
“I know I’m right here,” He moans.
He trusts you a few more times before you fall apart, letting out screams of pleasure, tears escaping your eyes as your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes blurry. Steve's not far behind you, chasing his own release, filling your velvety walls with ropes of thick, hot cum, continuing to give you a few pathetic thrusts, trying to prolong your guys’ highs. Collapsing onto you as he can no longer hold himself up anymore, staying inside of you, using his softening dick as a plug to keep cum inside of you.
As you both catch your breath, you run your hands through his hair as his head lies on your bare breasts like they’re pillows. Leaving his soft dick inside of you until you have to get up to use the restroom, putting on a pair of boxers, following you into the bathroom, and putting one of his shirts over you.
“Looks good on you,” He smiles, looking at you through the mirror as you wash your hands.
“Yeah?” You tease, leaving the bathroom and returning to the bed.
“Yeah,” He says, cuddling into you.
“You know how many kids I want?” He says, running his fingers up and down your arms, slightly scratching them.
“How many?” You ask, intrigued by the answer.
“Six.” He says in a flat, serious tone.
“Six?!” You say, looking down at him.
“Yeah,” he smiles, looking up at you. “Six little nuggets,” He says proudly.
“How about two?” You laugh.
“Three?” He asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“I’d be fine with that,” You smile.
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a/n: check out my newest steve oneshot ride if you want !
js saw a gif edit on tt saying "pov you're season three Steve Harringtons gf who teaches jazzzercies" and it was to ulterior motives.. conjuring up ideas in my filthy mind rn..
holy crap I'm actually so freaking lazy.. I have finals coming up, but I've completely engulfed myself in Aaron Hotchner fics, ignoring my fic that I need to write and, more importantly, the studying I need to do... Oh well ! studying can wait ! :)
a/n: I’m sharing their ages in this dabble because I may build on this and write more. Requests are open btw!
cw: age gap (reader is 23, Steve is 26), semi-public sex? (in Steve’s dressing room trailer), praising, unprotected p in v
The sound of lewd moans and skin slapping filled Steve’s rattling trailer. His weight was crushing you as he forced your knees to your chest. “S-Steve,” You moaned with pleasure, as you reached for his hair. “Shhh, baby, I know, you’re taking me so well,” He said, caressing your face, whipping tears of pleasure that escaped your eyes. You shut your eyes and bit hard on your lower lip as you felt yourself growing closer to your orgasm. “No no no, open those pretty eyes of yours, I wanna see your face as you fall apart all over my cock,” Steve said, grunting as he pistoned harder in you and gripping onto your jaw. “Doing so well my darling, your sweet little cunt is sucking me in so well, like you were made for me,” He pants before bringing his lips to yours to better muffle your wimpers. A few more deep, rough thrusts, and you were done for, you moaned against his lips, and your pussy fluttered around his cock, chest rising and falling as he quickened his pace. “Who do you belong to?” He grunted between thrusts. “You” you mewled out, the sensation growing unbearable with overstimulation, as he fucked you harder. With that he came inside of you, his hot, thick cum coating your velvety walls as he collapsed atop of you. “You're my favorite girl,” he murmured against your sternum, placing soft open-mouth kisses on your chest as his cock began to soften inside of you.
Gator was always overconfident when it came to sex. Was he wrong for flaunting his dexterities? Yes and No, yes in a way that it made him sound like a cocksure, conceited man, but no in a way that all his bragging lived up to the hype. So it was no surprise when he came up to you in the bar late at night, flaunting his mastery and that he could fuck you so good that you wouldn’t even be able to remember your name. You’ve heard of him before, the ‘bad’ boy type, since high school, who couldn’t manage to hold a stable relationship. You scoffed at his remarks, but stayed speaking to him, curious if he was a man of his word.
Hours later, you were pressed up against his front door as he tried to dig into his pants to find the keys to open the door, not leaving your lips once he pushed the door open, guiding you in, ungracefully, as he closed the door with his foot and eagerly rushed you towards his room, pushing you down onto his bed with a smug smirk. “Ya ready to have the best sex of your life?” He says as he pulls out a pair of handcuffs. “You have no idea,” You scoff, perching yourself up on your elbows.
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