pairing: lawyer!steve harrington x lawyer!reader
words: 2.0k
contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) porn with a minor plot, friends with benefits, semi public sex, fingering, mild edging, p in v, unprotected penetrative sex, horse cock harrington, little bit of cum play, hint of breeding kink, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweet girl), probably lots of incorrect legal stuff, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns of reader.
author's note: so i watched legally blonde last night and couldn't stop thinking of lawyer!steve. i have no idea how it turned out so dirty but we move
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“Fuck, look at you squeezing my fingers, baby,” Steve husks against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his eyes watch his slick fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt. “You dirty, dirty girl.”
You whimper, the feeling of his fingers curling against your front wall sending heat to every damn nerve in your body. You scramble for purchase against the wall of the bathroom stall, needing something to grab onto but coming up short. Your fingers instead grab onto the front of his tie and pull, making Steve groan and press his body against you. You feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh through his suit trousers and it only heightens your senses.
“Stevie,” you mewl, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you desperately try to stop the wanton moans from spilling out as his tongue lavishes your neck while his digits continue to fuck your soaked pussy.
“Yeah, baby? What’s the matter?” He coos, smiling against your skin as he scissors his fingers inside of you and you jerk against him in response. “C‘mon sweet girl, tell me what’s wrong.”
He was teasing you, taunting you and you were putty in his hands. Like always.
“Fe-feels too good,” you manage to say, one hand still wrapped around his tie while the other fists the front of his once neat shirt. “I’m gonna—”
The sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, the voices of a few of your colleagues spilling in and Steve was quick to cup his hand over your mouth to stop those pretty whimpers falling from your lips.
But does he stop fucking you with those thick fingers of his? Absolutely not. He wouldn’t dream of it.
His hazel eyes were locked with yours, his palm covering your mouth as he watched the way your brows furrow, the way your face was twisting with pleasure.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, the coil in your lower stomach tightening and tightening with every pump of his fingers, every curl against that spongey soot inside of you that Steve always seemed to find with ease.
“—he’s taking me to that new restaurant that just opened up,” a voice you recognise to be of your co-workers, Lisa, coming from just outside of the stall you and Steve were crammed into. “So I hope this hearing doesn’t drag out so I can rush home and get changed. I’d rather not wear my work clothes out on a date.”
“You look great though,” another voice you don’t quite recognise due to your lust filled haze tells Lisa encouragingly.
“You’re just saying that, Ruth!” Lisa replies with a laugh before the sound of her heels clicking into the stall right next to yours causes Steve to press his palm more firmly over your mouth as he continues the steady, torturous pump of his fingers into your heat.
You shouldn’t be so turned on, you should be pushing him away and remind him you weren’t just in a public bathroom—you were in a bathroom in a damn courthouse. You should tell him it was inappropriate and reckless and stupid. That you both had a hearing to get to in ten minutes. But you don’t, instead you hold onto him tighter and grind yourself against his hand, a silent plea for him not to stop. To keep going as heat like molten lava surged to your core, the coil inside you tightening, threatening to snap.
Steve smiles, biting his wet and swollen bottom lip between his teeth before he leans in to whisper, his breath hot in your ear, “don’t make a sound, baby.”
And then he withdraws his fingers.
You had been so close, so fucking close that you can’t help the small, desperate that escapes you. Thankfully, it was muffled by Steve’s hand that was still covering your mouth.
He tuts quietly, smiling at you in a way that makes your pussy clench around nothing before bringing his fingers coated with your slick to his lips and licking them clean. You watch—utterly transfixed by the way lips wrap around the digits, the way his tongue swirls around them to lick away the wetness he had collected from you.
You felt so turned on that the sound of the toilet flushing from Lisa’s stall did nothing to deter you.
“What’d I say?” He whispers, the sound of your colleagues laughing together at the sinks masking the sound of Steve hastily unbuckling his belt, of you whimpering against his palm at the sight of his cock—thick, heavy, the ruddy tip already glistening with pre cum from fucking you with his fingers. “I said—don’t make a sound.”
But it was hard not to when your pussy was aching for him. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t let you wait long.
Steve tugs your skirt up over your hips, pulls your ruined panties to the side before he pushes himself in deep with one thrust that has your eyes rolling back. The stretch of his cock was delicious as always and you were grateful for the loud noise of the hand dryer to cover up your muffled moans.
“Look at you,” Steve husks in your ear, setting a torturous pace from the offset while still being conscious of the wet sounds coming from his cock bullying its way into your pussy. “Letting me fuck you in the fucking court bathroom. You like this, don’t you? Knowing we could get caught? Fuck, you love it. Don’t you, baby?”
Almost each word was punctuated with a deep thrust that caused the fat head of his cock to kiss your cervix and it took everything in you not to moan out.
The sound of your colleagues leaving the bathroom allows you some reprieve, Steve’s hand remains over your mouth but he no longer cares about the noises your bodies make. In fact, he seems to revel in it—the way your cunt was almost crying for him, the way his cock could slip in and out of you seamlessly, the wet noises of your mixed juices filling the stall. It lewd and obscene and it was enough that even he allowed himself some desperate groans to slip from his lips as he fucked you against the wall of the stall.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he grunts as he lifts one of your thighs over his hip to allow himself to fuck his cock into you deeper, causing you to mewl in response. Heat was surging through you, so intense that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. “Can’t get enough of this pussy. Of you. Shit—you’re squeezing me so tight. Like you don’t want me to leave. Are you going to—”
You had no way to warn him, no way to tell him you were seconds away from tipping over the edge but the slight tug at his tie, the wild look in your eyes was enough for him to take the hint.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my cock, that’s it.”
And you do—with an orgasm that hits you like a damn tidal wave. It was the sort of orgasm that you felt in every cell throughout your body, the sort of one you felt from head to toe. It was so intense that you may have collapsed from the intensity of it if Steve hadn’t had such a tight hold on you. Your pussy gushes around him, your release completely soaking his cock and it was that—your essence dripping down, right onto his balls—that made him tip over the edge right after you.
Steve came with a groan of your name that he muffled by him sucking at the skin of your neck. You feel his cock twitch inside of you before he paints your walls white with hot spurts of his come, his hips still thrusting as he fucked his release into your spent pussy.
“Take it,” he murmurs against your neck, his lips against your skin sending a jolt through you. “Take it all, baby. Stand in front of the judge while you’re full of my cum. Let the whole damn courtroom know how good of a girl you are for taking every last drop.”
He finally releases his hand from over your mouth so that he could swallow your whimpers with his lips in a searing kiss, his thrusts finally coming to a stop so that he could pull out his softening cock.
You can’t help but whimper at the loss but Steve doesn’t leave you empty for long, two fingers replacing his cock so that he could continue to fuck it into you, the sound so obsence that you were grateful for the empty bathroom.
“Good girl, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, a final pump of his fingers before he withdraws them completely, pulling your panties back in place with a loud snap.
You readjust your skirt back over your hips with hands that shook slightly, smoothed down your blouse and your hair before you looked back at Steve, who was tucking himself back into his boxers.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You say, still a little breathless as grab your blazer and workbag from the hook on the door of the stall.
“Yeah,” Steve smiles back at you like he hadn’t just fucked your brains out. “Later.”
You smile back at him before you carefully and quietly leave the stall. You quickly check your reflection in the mirror before leaving the courthouse bathroom, hoping that no one had noticed your absence and praying Steve would be subtle when he left the bathroom. It wasn’t often that you and Steve were so reckless but since your little arrangement began over three months ago, you hadn’t been able to resist each other for more than a few days. And so—when you found out that you both had hearings in court today, you couldn’t resist.
You can still feel Steve’s cum, flooding from your cunt and into your panties as you make your way to courtroom five. The thought of his release remaining there throughout the course of the hearing made heat course through you. There was a part of you that wanted to head right back to that bathroom and beg him to fuck you again and again and again. But the sight of Lisa waiting for you outside the courtroom stopped you.
“Ready?” She asks, seemingly completely unaware of where you had been for the past fifteen minutes.
You nod, leaving any thought of Steve Harrington at the door as you head inside. Because nothing—absolutely nothing—could throw you off doing your job and doing it well.
The courtroom was quiet, the way it always was. You have grown accustomed to it over the years. You were used to being able to hear your client breathing heavily beside you, the scratch of the journalist’s pens, the defence shifting in their seats.
Today, you and Lisa were representing your client to discuss their bail conditions. In theory, it should be straightforward. You expected you’d be out of court within the next hour or so.
You glance towards the district attorney’s table but see it was empty.
“Reckon they’re having a late lunch?” You whisper to Lisa with a small smile.
“Probably,” she whispers back as you approach the defence table, greeting your client before taking a seat.
You pull out your notebook, taking the few minutes you had before the judge arrived to look over the bail conditions you had proposed. The sound of the courtroom door opening doesn’t even really register. Not until someone clears their throat right in front of you.
“Sorry,” you say, smoothing down your shirt before you look up. “I was just—”
But at the sight of the man in front of you—you freeze. For the first time in your professional career. You freeze.
Because the man standing in front of you was the same man whose cum was still inside of you. The same man who had fucked you stupid in the courthouse bathroom. The same man you had been secretly fucking for the past three months.
District attorney—Steve fucking Harrington.
As the bailiffs announced the arrival of the judge, you stood on shaking legs.
And as you felt a dribble of Steve’s cum leak out of you, you realise that you were fucked. You were completely and utterly fucked.
summary: after discovering that smashingkeys69 was actually your coworker, you have your first in-person encounter
warnings: MDNI +18, cursing, kissing, making out, a bit of asshole keys, public? sex, mention of nudes, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), edging, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex, riding/cowgirl, big dick! keys
w.c.: 4,2k
author's note: once again, of course, for juls who always reads this first and comments and makes me laugh and and and. this is technically not proofread. i don't have much more to say other than im not very content with this one but needed to get it out of the way after so long.
that morning you almost didn’t go to work, having even come up with a fake cold and typed out the email before deciding against it. the thought of having to face keys after what had happened the day before made you nauseous.
the image of his face falling and the sound of his “oh, fuck me” when he realised exactly who you were sat low in your stomach. you hadn’t been able to sleep because of it. every time you were about to drift off it came back to haunt you, and not in a good way.
it was his tone and the way he had avoided you the rest of the day, as if he was pissed off that all this time you were the one behind the screen. as if you yourself hadn’t also been flabbergasted when realization hit you.
so yes. having to seat across from him, work with him, talk to him right now was the worst thing that could happen to you.
but you weren’t going to let him win on this one.
thus, as you walked into soonami and your eyes inadvertently looked for him just to not find his mop of hair anywhere, you smiled. especially when you made your way over to your desk and noticed he wasn’t on his chair and his computer wasn’t on. maybe you had won and he would be the one to not show up today.
weak, you thought and sat down while pulled out of your bag your little notebook, reading your to-do list for the day.
an hour passed and you had even forgotten keys wasn’t nowhere to be seen. still, it didn’t last long.
your eyes were too focused on the screen as your fingers flew over the keyboard. so much that you almost didn’t notice when someone placed a mug on your desk. the sound of the clay against the glass of the desk pulled you away from the code you were working on as you took notice of it. it was your mug that you always left at work, filled to the rim with burning coffee.
you lifted you head and saw him sitting down in front of you. the only thing you could see was the poker expression on his eyes, barely visible above the monitors that separated you. he didn’t look at you.
the grip on the white mug was stopped by the feeling of something more rough on it. turning it around, careful not to spill its content, you noticed a light blue sticky note on its side.
you peeled it off and read it, stay late tonight?
you know all too well what he wanted to stay late for. you knew it ‘cause you had thought about it too.
your fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they reached for your phone, unlocking it and opening your chat with the one and only smashingkeys69. the last messages from yesterday stared back at you, sent just before both of you stepped out of the bathroom and came face to face with each other.
smashingkeys69: ill text u tonight
you: deal
he hadn’t texted you that night. of course he hadn’t. keys was just as embarrassed about the whole thing as you were; however, he didn’t look too embarrassed right now. his leg went up and down again and again, anxiously waiting for your answer.
you: im not fucking u
you took the coffee and sipped, staring at him as he got the notification from you.
smashingkeys69: good
smashingkeys69: cause thats my job
your legs pressed together from the rush of excitement that went through your body at having him so near. sending you texts like the ones he had sent you had multiple multiple times before from that exact desk. the only difference was this time you had finally put a face to the username. a pretty one.
you: if u think ill get naked for u in a bathroom stall at work youre insane
smashingkeys69: then lets go somewhere else
smashingkeys69: a closet
you: no
smashingkeys69: okay then here
you: theres cameras everywhere
smashingkeys69: not in antwans office
the crinkle in his eye and slight smirk as he stared at you, waiting for your reaction, told you all you needed to know. you wouldn't be going home early tonight.
—
when the last of your coworkers left the office, keys wasn’t around. you turned off your computer and sat back in your chair, debating whether you should send him a text or not. but just as you started to think he had ditched, he appeared, arms swinging by his sides as if you hadn't been waiting almost ten minutes for him.
keys stopped in his tracks when he saw you still sitting at your desk, like he hadn’t expected you to still be there “you stayed,” he said incredulously, more to himself than to you.
and for some reason that you did not understand, it pissed you off. “where the fuck were you?” you asked. there was a sharp ting in your voice that surprised even you, not really meaning to snap at him, but the irritation you felt was stronger.
“i was in the kitchen getting a coffee,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the tiny room. his brows furrowed in confusion and you didn’t know if it was because he expected you to know or because it was obvious, “you’re here.”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “what? would you prefer i’d left? you were basically begging me to stay late,” you got up and started to tidy up things around you that didn’t need to be tidied up, just an excuse to keep you busy and not stare at him for too long. your keyboard, your planner.
“oh my god what has gotten into you?” he questioned in between giggles as he walked to his own desk, right in across yours, and tidied up his own place. of course he founded your irritated state funny. sometimes it was everything he was good at, riling you up.
“you’re wasting my time, that’s what’s happening,” you opened and closed drawers with no real purpose.
“wasting your time? don’t be so dramatic now, it’s friday where else would you be?” keys threw his arms in the air.
“I- look, are we doing this or not?” you leaned forward and rested your hands on the wooden table.
keys didn’t answer. instead he let his gaze fix on your face, trying to decipher if you were actually pissed off or just trying to play difficult. he couldn’t figure it out. he knew there was a little something in your tone that told him he was so close to getting shut down. so, he didn’t try to test his own luck by doing anything else that could add to it. his legs suddenly got a life of their own as they got farther away from his desk, rounded it and got closer to yours.
your body didn’t move, but you let your head turn and look at him once he stopped next to you. one. two. three. four. you counted the moles on his face, and you could’ve continued if it hadn’t been for his touch.
keys lifted his right hand and hovered it on the side of your face, millimeters away. so close that the coldness of his palm got to you. you knew his eyes were on your lips, only because you could sense them but also ‘cause yours were on his just the same. and after a few seconds of hesitation, he whispered a tiny okay just to grab you by the nape of your neck harshly, and finally kiss you.
it’s not that it caught you by surprise, you knew it was coming; yet, you weren’t prepared for how good his lips would feel against yours. they were softer than they looked as they worked over your top lip, which was weird given how much he bit them.
your hands finally left the wood, a silent permission for him to touch you. keys’ hand left your neck to travel down your back and rest on your hip, just as the other one had been doing. and with a swift motion he lifted you up, sitting you down on top of your desk. the unexpected movement and the brush of his thumb on the side of your neck got a low moan out of you, but it was lost in between your mouths.
it wasn’t a careful kiss, it was heated and rushed, sweeping away all that was not him and you from the room. you savoured the lingering taste of coffee on keys’ mouth. when your lips slightly parted for the smallest breath he let his tongue crash into yours, but not before he dragged it across your lower lip.
you opened your legs to give him more space as you let the tips of your fingers get under his shirt and roam over his back, pulling him even closer.
you were both too high on the moment to realize the danger of what you were doing, and especially where you were doing it. the possibility of someone walking in at any given moment didn’t cross your mind, even less so when keys released your lips to instead kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear that you had told him about many times before over text.
he bit the thin skin and grunted against it when you dragged your nails down in response. it wasn’t until keys started fumbling with the button of your jeans that reality hit you, and you hit it back by trying to push him off.
“keys” you attempted to get his attention.
“mhm- what?” his hot breath against your damp skin from his own saliva made your entire body shiver.
“we-” as much as you didn’t want to, you stopped torturing his back and instead grabbed his shoulders, making him stop at last, “we said not in here, remember?”
“right. yeah.” he sighed and helped you get down from the desk. his hand wrapped around your wrist, making you follow his steps across the open-floor office until you reached antwan’s door.
“are we really going to antwan’s office?” you whispered for no real reason. there was no one else around but you two.
keys abruptly stopped in his tracks and you almost crashed into his chest as he turned around to face you. “you’ve got a better idea?” he snapped.
“not really, but maybe-” you were trying to find another solution but he cut you off.
“listen,” he was hovering over you, and right then and there you realized for the first time how good he smelled, a musky scent that was not too soft but also not too hard, just the right amount of intensity on it to pull you right under. “i’ve been thinking about this since the first night i texted you and i really, really need to fuck you,” his pupils were dilated, almost the entirety of his eyes was black as they went back and forth over yours.
you didn’t answer, there was no need to. if you were having second thoughts about fucking your coworker, they all slipped away at the neediness of his words, and that at the end made you take over. the cotton of his shirt was delicate inside your fist as you opened the door and pulled him by the collar, slamming your own back against it to close it.
keys was back on you immediately, going straight for your neck and getting his hands on your ass. he took his sweet time nipping at it and you didn’t know how much longer you could wait. he seemed to get the memo when you hooked your leg around him and tried to get some friction where you needed it the most. keys, desperate on his own end, tapped the side of your other leg, signaling you to jump, and you obliged.
“i’m taking you to the chair” he announced as if you would’ve been capable of denying him.
he carried you over to the place where your boss sat everyday and from where he gave stupid orders that you almost never followed.
keys let your feet hit the floor before flopping down on the leather. you watched him unzip his pants and lift his hips to get them off, he kicked the pool of fabric to the side with his feet. there was nothing you could do but stare at his already too tight underwear that covered his growing bulge, and prevented you from seeing what you had appreciated before through photos. the image of the dick picture he had sent you the first night you sexted came to your mind. you hadn’t forgotten how big he was, but it was different having it so close.
“are you sure?” keys asked when he noticed you too focused on what he was hiding.
“i wouldn’t have stayed if i wasn’t sure,” you came closer to him, undoing the button of your jeans and letting them fall before stepping out.
keys’ gaze went directly to your black panties, barely visible under the sweater you were wearing. he licked his lips before speaking. “come here” the words were accompanied by the motion of his hands which hit his own thighs two times, signaling you to sit on top of him. the order turned you on even more and you could practically feel goosebumps make way all over your body.
you did as he said and climbed on top of him, resting your knees on each side of his legs and purposely let your core rub against his boxers.
“fuck-“ he cursed as his head hit the back of the chair and his eyes closed at the sensation he had been waiting so long for. keys forced his eyes open, there was a fire on them that hadn’t been there two seconds before, as though your movement switched something on inside of him that had been dormant until that very moment.
he cupped one side of your face and kissed you hard, again. his lips hit yours with desperate force, his tongue pressed against your top lip, asking for entrance that you instantly gave, meeting it inside.
the kiss was pure need. the only sound heard in the room was your heavy breathing while you started to crave more.
trying to satisfy yourself, you broke the kiss and rolled your hips against him. the motion made your clothed chest crash against keys’ chin.
“i wanna see your tits” he begged, cupping them over the wool that covered them.
you nodded before agreeing with words, “take it off”
he took your sweater along with your tshirt off of you. keys moaned at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your bra, he wasn’t patient enough to let you unclasp it, and instead pulled the straps down your arms until they were completely free and let the piece of underwear rest on your waist.
the moment full of craving was interrupted by a rather sweet one when keys dropped his head down and left a trail of kisses on the valley between your breasts; however, it didn’t last long before he got his mouth on your left nipple.
“keys” you moaned and racked your hands through his hair, tugging on his brown messy locks. his tongue flicked over your bud while he pinched your right one between his index finger and thumb.
“you wanna know what i did last night?” he said against your skin and sucked hard in a way that would leave a mark that wouldn’t disappear for days.
“wh- what did you do?” it was hard to speak when all you were concentrated on was the feeling of his tongue dragging over you.
“i read our conversations,” he stopped playing with your tits to look you in the eyes, heavy breathing. “thinking about all the times you were just a few feet away from me, getting off to me, touching yourself how i was telling you to do…” he trailed off, almost like he was imagining it right then and there. “if i had known it was you-“
“what would you have done?” you nodded your head and touched his nose with yours, teasing him.
“i would’ve fucked your bitchy attitude out of you so much sooner,” he grabbed your thighs and pressed you down against him.
“what’s stopping you now then?” you tried to move but his hold on you was too firm.
“can’t a man enjoy what he has been waiting for for so long?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face, and you giggled. “you gonna ride me?”
you attempted again, in vain, to grind against him, “i don’t care how, i want you inside me”
but he wasn’t done with his teasing. “you gonna show me you aren't all talk?” his thumbs made circles on your sides as the rest of his hand got under the elastic of your panties.
“i need to feel you keys” the way he was dragging it on was infuriating and cruel.
“i just wanna play with you for a bit first,” you grunted, you were running out of patience and he smiled. “you gonna let me play with your pussy?”
you felt his fingers slowly making their way to your front, and as much as you would’ve liked to have been able to get back at him, it was too much. so, you caved in “yeah”
keys didn’t need more confirmation to get his hand under your underwear. you jerked and hissed at the coldness of his fingers on you, he parted your lips with two of them and the slight rub of his palm close to your clit got you gasping for air.
“so wet,” he teased your entrance with slow, agonizing circles. “i bet you’ve been like this since this morning, haven’t you?” keys let the tips of two of his fingers get inside of you, and somehow that was worse than nothing.
“dont flatter yourself” you spat at him. the sudden attitude made keys push the rest of his two digits into you. “shit-“ you screamed.
he started pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. keys found pleasure in watching your head hang back with your mouth open and hearing tiny whimpers escape it, knowing he was the reason for them. knowing that he was making you feel good enough to bless him with your sounds. he wondered how many times it had happened before and he wasn’t there to hear them.
“go faster” you pleaded, breathless.
he sped up and started to rub your clit with his thumb, alternating between circling motions and just pressing on it, “like that?”
“yeah- fuck!” keys curled his fingers. “yes like that” you encouraged him to keep going and pulled his head back by his hair, exposing his neck where your mouth found its place, moaning against his jaw “i’m close”
the disappointment was instant.
keys took his hand away from your pussy and lifted it to his face, sucking his digits clean of your arousal. you felt empty the moment he stopped fingering you, but seeing him taste you made it worse. you felt jealous of his own mouth for having his fingers inside. “no, not yet,” he basically made fun of you.
“what the fuck!?” you hit his chest with your fists. you were still trying to catch your breath.
“you said you wanted me inside of you,” he tried to kiss you but you dodged it. “come on,” he rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist over the bra you never got totally off.
“you were inside of me,” you argued like you didn’t know exactly what he meant.
“but i want you to come on my dick,” his erection was pressing on your ass, he felt so hard that it was impossible to not be aware of it, but you had been too focused on your own high to notice it before.
it took everything in you not to look at him, knowing damn well that he probably had his puppy eyes on — a certain trait of him that you had caught on as soon as you started working together — but you did it, looking over his shoulder at the city through the window, the sun just minutes away from fully setting.
two minutes, maybe three passed and neither of you had moved. both of you were too stubborn.
until keys couldn’t take it anymore. your body tensed in anticipation the second it felt his hands travel from your waist to your pussy again. he stopped right above the wet spot on the dark fabric and searched your eyes with his own. you weren’t strong enough and stared right back, a silent agreement crossing your minds as you slightly lifted yourself off of him, so as to make way for him to grab your panties and pull them to the side.
“put it in,” he demanded, helping you up with his free hand on your ass.
your fingers sneaked under the waistband of his boxers; but not before you let them get a feel of his happy trail you were too aware of. after freeing his dick, you grabbed his length on your hand and started to jerk him off as best as you could from that angle.
keys’ hold on you hardened when your thumb rubbed his pink tip, smearing down his precum and getting him ready for you.
you decided to get back at him for his teasing by dragging his tip through your folds twice.
“fuck” he moaned.
once his dick was coated with your arousal, you lined him up with your entrance, ready to have a part of him inside of you again. slowly, you lowered yourself down, and keys let out a groan. there were still a few inches left; yet, you stopped. “shit,” you cursed at nothing. “i can't sit yet,” you told him, overwhelmed by his size.
“it’s okay,” he assured and you hugged him by the neck to try not to fall apart. without a warning, you sat down, taking the rest of him all at once. “holy fuck-” keys screamed in your ear.
“oh my god,” you said at the same time. the stretch burned you in the best way. you could feel him everywhere even if you were not moving.
you rolled your hips forward carefully, trying to get used to the feeling of all of keys inside you. for a moment all you could hear was your own heart beating and the unmistakable sound of skin moving against skin, with your face resting on the crook of his neck.
until he took your hair in a makeshift ponytail and got you out of your hiding spot with a not-so-gentle tug. “look down,” he told you. his dick was buried deep inside of you and there was no space left in between your bodies. “look how i'm filling you up,” keys pressed the heel of his hand on your lower stomach and you swore in that moment you could see stars as your vision got blurry from your watering eyes.
“it feels so good, keys” you managed to say and increased the pace. you began jumping up and down on his cock, all the pain you had felt at first had been replaced with complete ecstasy.
“just like that- you’re so good for me,” his praises made your walls clench “fuck- and so tight” he was again working on your clit, two of his fingers rubbed it relentlessly, sending a shock wave through your spine. “so much better than i imagined”
a knot was forming low on your abdomen and it was clear you weren’t going to last much longer, especially not since you had been so close before with just his fingers, “i’m gonna cum”
keys started to meet you halfway, pounding into you. “come for me, i can feel you want to- you almost came on my fingers now come on my dick” he cried your name out over and over again with each of his thrusts “fuck- fuck- fuck- let me feel how soaked your pussy gets“
the chair creaked under your bodies and if you hadn’t been so drunk on his dick you would’ve worried about breaking it. but in your head there was only keys, and when he hit that special spot inside of you that sent you over the edge, you let go.
“oh- keys,” your pussy squeezed around him as you reached your high and you fell on his chest, spent.
the warmth of your climax, and the clenching and unclenching of your walls as you came down did it for him. “i’m coming, shit- i’m coming,” keys’ broken cries echoed all over the room as he spilled inside of you, incapable of pulling out in time.
his arms wrapped around your middle as he held you close, your chests rose and fell as if you had just ran a marathon. you rested your sticky forehead on his and closed your eyes.
“same time on monday?” keys asked, still trying to catch his breath, and you laughed.
"Is he gonna love you like I would? You told me yourself that he didn't love you, that he didn't care, he didn't notice, he wasn't there - try me"
a/n - based on the song 'Try Me' by Djo - technically this was just supposed to be a one shot but hey. the heart wants what it wants.
cw/tw: mega yearning, kissing, eventual smut, no use of y/n, brief discussions of past abusive relationship.
wc: 11k
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The pizza box sat open on the coffee table, the grease congealing on the pepperoni slices as the movie credits rolled for the second time that night. You were curled into Keys’s side, head heavy on his shoulder, but the tension hadn't fully left your body. You were twisting a lock of your hair around your finger, a nervous tic he knew well.
"You're overthinking," Keys murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to startle you. He traced the seam of the denim on your thigh with his thumb, a rhythmic, grounding motion. "I can hear the gears turning from here."
You let out a shaky breath. "I'm just... Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Isn't that pathetic? He's gone, right? But… I dunno. I keep waiting for him to bang on the door, or for you to realize what a mess I am and get tired of babysitting."
Keys tightened his arm around you, pulling you impossibly closer until there was no space left between your ribs and his. "First off, I’m not babysitting. Second, I'm not going anywhere. I'm pretty sure you’re stuck with me, last time I checked."
You turned your face toward him, your nose brushing against the column of his throat. "Promise?"
"Cross my heart."
You looked up at him then, your eyes wide and searching in the dim light of the lamp. The air shifted, suddenly charged with something that made the hair on the back of Keys' neck stand up. He watched your gaze drop to his mouth, linger there for a heartbeat, and then snap back up to his eyes. It wasn't a look of friendship. It was a look of thinly-veiled desperation. Of someone seeking solid ground in a landslide.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," you whispered.
Keys' breath hitched in his throat. He wanted to tell you that you wouldn't ever have to find out. He wanted to tell you that he’d been in love with you since he knew what love was - or maybe since that time when you were born sixteen and you’d worn his jacket on the way home from school because you were cold.
But he saw the exhaustion etched into your features, the raw redness around your eyes. You were healing from a battle, and Keys knew that if he made a move now, if he kissed you the way he’d been dying to, it would just be another layer of complication. It would be using your vulnerability to his advantage to get what he wanted. And he refused to be that guy. He wouldn't be Derek.
So, he swallowed the words down, letting them burn a hole in his chest.
"I think you'd be fine," Keys insisted, forcing a lightness to his tone he didn't feel, despite believing the words. “You'd charm someone else into fixing your code who ate takeout way too often. You're resilient like that."
You let out a small, huff of laughter, but the disappointment in your eyes was like a physical blow to Keys. You pulled back slightly, putting a fraction of an inch of distance between you.
"Yeah," you said quietly. "I guess."
Keys bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted copper. He had to fix this. He may have wanted to kiss you - but that desire paled in comparison to the one he had regarding you feel safe without taking advantage of the cracks in your armor.
"But," Keys added softly, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. "You don't have to. You don't have to be resilient tonight. You don't have to be anything here."
“Okay, good.” You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. "Keys?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you..." You hesitated, your voice trembling. "Can you just hold me? Like last night? Just until I fall asleep?"
Keys' breath hitched. It was torture. Absolute blissful torture. To hold you, breathe you in, and pretend that this was his reality every night.
"Sure," he choked out.
He shifted on the couch, adjusting carefully before pulling you down until you were lying with your head on his chest, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath your ear. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand splayed across your back, the other threading through your hair. You sighed contentedly, burrowing deeper into him.
"You're so warm," you mumbled, your hand sliding under his t-shirt to rest flat against his stomach.
Keys hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as you giggled sleepily. Your fingers were cold, searing him like ice, but the contact was electric. He felt his muscles jump under your touch, a reflex he couldn't control. The terrible part of him wanted to arch into your touch. To cover your hand with his and press it lower, show you exactly what you did to him.
Instead, he forced himself to relax, to breathe through the intense wave of longing that crashed over him. He focused on being a shelter, not a storm.
"Go to sleep," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head that hopefully didn’t linger a second too long. "I've got you."
"I know," you slurred, already drifting off. "You're the best, Keys."
He lay there in the dark, listening to the rain start up again against the window. He ached with a need that had been building for years, but he ignored it. He memorized the weight of your body, the rhythm of your breathing, the scent of your shampoo. He held you while he burned, telling himself that this was enough. That being the one you ran to and trusted was enough.
He just hoped, for the sake of his own sanity, that one day it would be.
Waking up slowly was a luxury Keys hadn’t afforded himself in years. Usually, he was up with the first alarm, fueled by caffeine and anxiety. But this morning, the sunlight was filtering through the blinds of the living room in dusty beams, and the world felt soft.
Then he registered the weight on his chest.
You were sprawled halfway on top of him, wedged between his body and the back of the couch. One leg thrown over his thigh, your arm tucked securely around his waist. Your face was buried in his neck, breath warm against his skin. Keys froze, his body instantly alert. He could feel every inch of you pressing against him - the rise and fall of your chest against his, the steady beat of your heart.
Keys lay there, paralyzed, terrified that if he moved even a fraction of an inch, he’d wake you up and the spell would break. He looked down at the top of your head, taking advantage of the moment to study you without fear of being caught. He traced the line of your jaw with his eyes, the curve of your ear, the stray eyelash resting on your cheek.
God, he loved you. It ached, a physical throbbing in his chest.
You stirred, mumbling something unintelligible, and tightened your grip on his waist. Your leg shifted higher, brushing perilously close to the ache he’d been trying to ignore all night. Keys grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Keys?" Your voice was husky with sleep.
"Yeah?" he managed to croak out.
You lifted your head, blinking up at him with heavy eyes. For a second, you looked confused, and then the memory of the last twenty-four hours flooded back. You didn't pull away. You didn't scramble off of him in embarrassment. Instead, you rested your chin on his chest and looked at him with a softness that made his heart skip a beat. Or five.
"’Morning," you whispered.
"’Morning," he replied, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.
You studied his face, your eyes darting over his features like you were trying to memorize them. "You held me."
"Told you I would," Keys said, trying to keep his voice steady. He brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek. "How'd you sleep?"
"Really well," you admitted, a small, shy smile touching your lips. "You're comfortable. And you don't snore."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
You laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest. You shifted slightly, and Keys felt your hip brush against his. The friction was maddening. He had to get off the couch before his body gave him away completely.
"I should..." Keys started, clearing his throat. "I should probably get up. Check emails. Make coffee. The usual."
You pouted, actually pouted, and it was unfortunately the most adorable thing he had ever seen. "Can't we just stay here for five more minutes? It's Saturday."
Keys felt his resolve crumbling like a sandcastle in high tide. "Five minutes," he conceded. "But then we really have to get up. We need to go back to your place. Fix those locks and call your landlord."
The light died in your eyes at the mention of your apartment. "Ugh. Reality."
"I know," Keys said softly, his hand moving to stroke your back in soothing circles. "But we'll handle it. Together."
"Together," you repeated, testing the word on your tongue. You looked up at him again, your gaze dropping to his lips. The air between you grew thick, heavy with unspoken words.
Keys saw it - the want, the curiosity. He saw you weighing the options, seesawing on the edge of a decision. This was it. This was the moment where everything could change. You pushed yourself up slightly, leaning in. Keys leaned in too, unable to stop himself, his eyes fluttering shut.
And then his phone rang.
The sharp, jarring sound shattered the moment like glass. Keys jerked back, his eyes flying open. You flinched, pulling away, the spell broken instantly.
"Sorry," Keys muttered, fumbling for the phone on the coffee table, along with this glances. He glanced at the screen and saw his boss's name. "I have to take this."
You nodded, sitting up and running a hand through your messy hair. "Go ahead. I'll... I'll go start some coffee."
Keys watched you make your way to the kitchen, your shoulders slumped slightly. He answered the phone, his eyes never leaving the empty doorway you’d just passed through. He felt like he’d dodged a bullet and missed a target all at the same time.
The morning passed in a blur of logistics and adrenaline. Keys handled the call with his boss, guiding the junior dev through a critical server patch while you located a locksmith in your area that did emergency calls on Saturdays.
By the time he walked into the living room, you were sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee, staring at your phone. The screen was dark, but you were gripping it like a lifeline.
"Any luck?" Keys asked, sitting down next to you.
You jumped, then nodded. "Yeah. Landlord is pissed, but he said if I get the locks changed by Monday, he won't fine or evict me.“
"That's... actually better than we could have hoped for," Keys said, relieved. "And the locks?"
"I found a guy. He's coming at noon." You leaned forward on the couch, resting your elbows on your knees. “This is such a mess. But thank you for staying with me through all this shit. I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"You were you," Keys said simply. "That was enough."
You leaned in then, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Keys hugged you back, closing his eyes and breathing you in. This was safer than lying down. This was a hug, a thank you, a platonic gesture of support.
But as you held him, he felt you press a lingering kiss to the side of his neck, right above his collarbone. It wasn't a friendly peck. It was open-mouthed, warm, and intentional.
Keys went rigid. He felt the heat of your lips searing into his skin, radiating outward until his whole body felt like it was on fire. He waited for you to pull away, to laugh it off, to say it was an accident.
But you didn't. You just held on tighter.
Keys' mind was screaming at him to pull back, to remember his resolve, to be the good guy. But his body was betraying him. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He turned his head slightly, his nose brushing against your hairline.
"You're playing with fire," he whispered before he could stop himself, his voice ragged.
"I know," you whispered back. "I don't want to be cold anymore."
Keys pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. He saw the residual fear there, mixed with the desire. He saw you reaching for the one person in your life who had never made you feel unsafe or feel small. But unfortunately, he also saw you trying to heal a wound with the only medicine available.
And he knew that he couldn't be that medicine. Not yet. If he started something now, it would be a rebound. It would be a reaction to trauma, not a choice made in clarity. He couldn't build a life with you on the foundation of Derek's debris.
He reached up and gently took your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.
"We have to get through today," Keys said, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back. "Locks, landlord, takeout. We have to get you settled back in your apartment."
"I know," you said, your voice breaking. "But Keys... I'm scared. I'm scared to go back there alone."
"You're not going back alone," Keys promised. "I'll be there. I'll help you clean some more. I'll stay as long as you need me."
"But for how long?" You asked, the desperation evident. Derek had really done a number on your confidence, and it made Keys angry. “I can’t keep falling apart and just expecting you to be there. That’s not fair to you, and it makes me a shitty friend.”
Keys looked at you, and decided to gamble a little bit of the truth.
"My life is wherever you are," he said softly. "That hasn't changed since we were kids. It's not gonna change now."
The rest of the day was admittedly a bit of a blur. The locksmith, a burly man named Gary who smelled like tobacco removed the lock Derek had poorly installed and replaced it with a heavy-duty deadbolt that almost looked like it belonged on a bank vault.
Keys stood watch the entire time, his arms crossed over his chest, making sure Gary didn't wander where he wasn't supposed to. Not that he would’ve been able to stop him if he had, but Keys supposed it was the thought that counted.
Once Gary left, Keys set to work helping you scrub the apartment - getting rid of every possibly remnant of your ex. You attacked the bathroom with a vengeance, scrubbing the tile until your hands were raw because you refused to let Keys do it. Meanwhile he worked in the living room and kitchen, dusting, sweeping, and opening the windows to let the stale air out.
By late afternoon, the apartment smelled like lemon cleaner and half a dozen of your candles. Keys collapsed onto the couch, wiping sweat from his forehead. You sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. The adrenaline was fading, leaving you both exhausted.
"Thank you," you whispered, closing your eyes. "I couldn't have done this without you."
"Yes, you could have," Keys said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "But I'm glad you didn't have to."
Later that night, after some celebratory takeout was gone and the apartment was locked up tight, you stood in the middle of your living room. It was quiet, the familiar hum of the refrigerator the only sound. It was just you. No Derek. No chaos.
You turned to Keys, who was standing by the door, watching you with those intense, careful eyes.
"Stay?" You asked, the question hanging in the air like a challenge. "Please? I… I don't want to be alone. Not tonight. But if you’re busy that’s totally fine - I’ve already asked way more of you in the last like twenty-four hours than I ever should have.”
Keys’s gaze softened as he looked at you. The woman he loved, asking him for help in the only way she knew how. He knew the line was continuing to blur, but he also knew that leaving you alone tonight wasn't an option.
"Yeah," Keys said, his voice rough. "I'll stay."
You smiled, a look of relief washing over your face. You walked over to him and took his hand, leading him toward the bedroom.
"Keys?"
"Mhm?"
"You're the only person who's ever really taken care of me," you said softly, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes. "So thank you. I don't think I tell you that enough."
Keys squeezed your hand, his throat tight.
You pulled him into the bedroom, closing the door on the past, and for the first time in a long time, Keys felt like the future was something he could actually look forward to. Even if he had to wait for it. Even if he had to burn with the wanting.
He’d wait. He’d wait forever if it meant he got to be the one you came home to. And even if you never did, he vowed that he’d learn to be okay with it someday. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you owed him anything for being a good friend and decent person. His love for you wasn’t transactional, and it would be a cold day in hell before he pushed you into anything.
The bedroom felt different with Derek gone. The air was lighter, no longer thick with the weight of his apathy, but it felt vast and echoing to Keys. He watched as you moved around the room, pulling back the duvet with brisk, efficient movements, trying to outrun the lingering unease.
"You can take the left side," you said, your voice overly bright. "I usually hog the right, anyway. And there are extra pillows in the closet if you need them."
Keys nodded, standing awkwardly near the doorway. "Right. Left side. Good.”
“Wanna take a shower?”
“What?” Keys nearly choked on his own tongue, and you raised an eyebrow - barely realizing what you’d implied. Get it together, man.
“The hot water here sucks, so if you want to go take one now, I’ll go second.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” He shook his head. “Wait, no. You can go ahead and take the first shower - it’s all good.” I need a cold one anyway.
“Only if you’re sure.”
“Positive.”
Fifteen minutes later, your hair wrapped up in a towel, you returned to the bedroom clad in an old tshirt he recognized as one of his own, and a pair of sweatpants. He couldn’t help but smile softly as you began to move about the room, preparing for bed before you shooed him off to go bathe.
When he returned, clad in another tshirt you’d stolen at some point, you looked up at him from bed, and for a second, the mask slipped. The bright, capable businesswoman facade cracked, revealing the exhausted, vulnerable girl underneath.
"You're sure this is okay?" You asked, voice dropping. "Me asking you to stay? It's a lot. I know it's a lot."
Keys forced a smile, shoving his hands into his sweats pockets to hide the fact that they were trembling slightly. "It's fine. Really. I’ve certainly slept in worse places. Remember that time we got locked out of the dorms and had to sleep in the laundry room?"
You let out a small laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing. "Shit, that was miserable. The dryer sounded like someone tossed a roll of quarters in."
"Exactly," Keys said. "This is luxury by comparison."
You climbed into bed, sliding beneath the sheets and patting the empty space beside you.
Keys walked over to the bed, his heart rate kicking up a notch. He sat down on the edge, testing the mattress before lying stiffly on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
He stayed like that for a long time after you turned off the lamp, staring at the shadows dancing on the plaster, listening to the sound of your breathing gradually evening out beside him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, a magnetic pull that was making it incredibly hard to keep his hands to himself. He wanted nothing more than to roll over, wrap you tightly in his arms, and bury his face in your neck until the world narrowed down to just the two of you.
But he didn't. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides and focused on the pattern of the ceiling, reciting coding algorithms in his head to keep his thoughts from straying into dangerous territory.
"Keys?"
The whisper was so soft he almost missed it. He turned his head to find you watching him, your eyes luminous in the dark.
"Yeah?" He whispered back.
"Are you... Are you staying over there because you want to, or because you think that's what you're supposed to do?"
Keys felt his breath hitch. He hadn't realized he was being so transparent. He turned onto his side to face you, propping his head up on his hand.
"What do you mean?"
You bit your lip, your gaze dropping to his chest. "I mean... Last night. You held me. And today, you were... Obviously an amazing help. But now we're here, and you're all the way over there. Like you're afraid to touch me."
Keys swallowed hard. "I'm just trying to give you space. You had a hell of a few days. I don't want to crowd you."
"I don't feel crowded," you said, moving closer. The sheet rustled as you inched across the mattress. "I feel safe. But I also feel... I don't know. Like you're holding back."
"I am holding back," Keys admitted, the truth slipping out before he could stop it. Stop talking. Stop talking right now.
“Why?”
He sighed. “Because I don't want to make you feel like you owe me anything, or like I'm taking advantage of the situation."
"You're not," you said firmly. You reached out a hand, gently resting it on his arm. "If anything, I think I am. I'm the one who asked you to stay."
Keys looked down at your hand on his arm, then up into your eyes. He saw the sincerity there, but he also saw the desperation. He saw the confusion. You were reaching for him because he was the only solid thing in a crumbling world, and he knew that if he let himself be your rebound, he would lose you in the long run.
But fuck, it was hard. It was so incredibly hard to be the noble one when the woman he loved was looking at him like he was the only man on earth.
"You've been through a lot," Keys said, covering your hand with his and squeezing it. "You're vulnerable right now, and our emotions are all over the place. I don't want to do something that complicates things further, or that you regret tomorrow."
"I'm not going to regret you," you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’d never be able to regret you. Even if I tried.”
Keys felt the words like a punch to the gut. He wanted to believe you. To be absolutely certain it wasn't just the trauma talking - but the connection you'd always had finally bubbling to the surface. But he was smart and knew better. Grief and relief were potent aphrodisiacs, and he didn't want to be the guy who took advantage of that.
"I just... I need you to be sure," Keys replied. "About… Whatever this is. I care about you too much to be… I dunno. A rebound."
You stared at him, processing his words. The room felt charged, the air thick with the weight of what he wasn't saying.
"Okay," you said softly. "I hear you. I'm... I'm trying to be sure. I really am."
Keys nodded, relief washing over him. "Good. That's all I ask."
You squeezed his hand back, then pulled it away, rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. "You're a good man, Walter McKey."
You had migrated in your sleep. Sometime during the night, you’d rolled over and burrowed into him, arm draped across his chest. You were deeply unconscious and breathing softly - completely trusting and blissfully unaware that Keys was about four seconds from losing his mind over the déjà vu he was experiencing.
He was frozen, his body instinctively responding to the contact. He was hard - painfully, unavoidably hard and he loathed himself for it - and he felt a spike of panic. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to create some distance without waking you, but you mumbled in your sleep and tightened your grip, one of yours legs sliding higher until your thigh was brushing against the ache he’d been trying to ignore.
Keys squeezed his eyes shut, groaning internally. This was absolute torture. Holding you like this felt right in a way that terrified him, but he was painfully aware that if you woke up and felt exactly how happy he was to see you, it would ruin everything. It would confirm every fear he had about being "that guy."
He lay there for what felt like an hour, staring at the ceiling, reciting the periodic table of elements, recalling work projects he needed to finish on Monday, and trying to think of literally anything else other than the fact that you were flush against him.
You let out a soft sigh, pressing your face harder into his neck, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his t-shirt. You didn't pull away. If anything, you seemed to melt into him further, seeking out his warmth. He knew he should move - gently disentangle himself and go make coffee or something, anything to put some space between them before his body betrayed him completely.
But he didn't. He couldn't. He was utterly paralyzed by the scent of your shampoo filling his senses, the feeling of your heartbeat seeming to synch with his. He told himself he would wait just one more minute. Just until you woke up.
Then, he felt your lips brush against his neck.
Just as you’d done yesterday. A soft, open-mouthed kiss, just above his collarbone. Keys felt the heat of your breath fan out across his skin, followed by the gentle scrape of your teeth. His breath hitched in his throat, and he felt a low throb of desire that he couldn't suppress.
Then, seeming to know he was awake, you did it again. Another kiss, higher this time, near his jaw. Your hand moved on his chest, sliding up to rest on his shoulder, your fingers digging in slightly.
Keys' control was hanging by a thread. He knew he should stop this. He knew he should pull away and remind you of the conversation you’d had last night about not complicating things.
But the words died in his throat when he felt you shift your hips against him, deliberately grinding against the hardness trapped in his sweats. A ragged groan tore from Keys' lips before he could stop it. His hand flew to your hip, stilling your movements, but he didn't push you away.
"Keys?"
"Y-yeah?" He managed to croak out, his voice sounding strained to his own ears.
"Is this... Is this okay?"
More than okay. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything, actually. Feel free to keep going.
He felt your breath against his skin, the tremble in your body that mirrored his own. He told himself that you were simply seeking comfort in the only place you felt truly safe. But the way your body was moving against his, the way your lips were tracing the line of his jaw - it didn't feel like merely seeking comfort. It felt like wanting.
Keys closed his eyes, his hand tightening on your hip. He was fighting a war on two fronts - one against his own overwhelming desire, and the other against the fear that this was all a reaction to the shit you’d just survived.
"I need you to be sure," Keys choked out, repeating his mantra from the night before. "I need to know this isn't just because you're grateful or relieved. I can't be the rebound, not even for a night."
You pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eye through the dim light. Your gaze was clear, no longer clouded with sleep or tears. It had an intensity that made his breath hitch.
"It's not that," you said softly.
"Then what is it?"
"It's you," you whispered, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his lower lip and tugging just a tiny bit. "I’ve been too stupid to see that it’s always been you. Too selfish and… Distracted. I feel like an idiot for not seeing it before."
“You’re not an idiot. Or stupid.” Keys scrambled for a gentle way to redirect the conversation. “You're in a vulnerable spot, and things are different, and -“
"They do feel different," you agreed. "Because he's gone. And you're here." You leaned in closer, your nose brushing against his. "I don't want to be scared anymore, Keys. I don't want to be alone."
"I'm right here," Keys whispered, his resolve crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Then show me," you breathed out, your lips hovering just inches from his. "Show me you want this too."
It was the permission he’d been waiting for and dreading in equal measure. He knew it was a bad idea. It was crossing a line. But as he looked into your eyes, saw the longing and the trust there, he knew he couldn't deny you. Or himself.
Keys closed the distance, capturing your lips with his.
He tried to pour years worth of pent-up longing, unsaid words, and love into his kiss. You responded instantly, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the connection.
Any time he’d imagined kissing you paled in comparison to the real thing - so he lost himself in the moment. It was sensory overload. The warmth, taste, and softness of your mouth. The way your body fit perfectly against his like a puzzle piece. The way the knot in his chest seemed to loosen incrementally with each passing second. The sound of the little moan you made in the back of your throat when he nipped at your bottom lip.
It was everything he had ever wanted and more. Completely perfect.
And then, reality crashed back in.
He felt your hesitation - the slightest faltering in your movements, a brief stiffening of your spine. It was barely perceptible, but Keys knew you better than that. It was the ghost of Derek, and all the other men who’d treated you like garbage. Your lingering fear of being used, and the confusion of a heart that had been bruised one too many times was palpable.
Keys pulled back abruptly, breaking the kiss, his breathing ragged. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, fighting for control.
"I can't," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry. I can't."
You stared at him, your eyes wide and confused, and lips swollen. "What? Why? I thought you wanted -“
"I do," Keys interrupted, his voice pained. "God, you have no idea how much I want this. But I can't do this to you. Not now."
"Keys, please.” You reached for him. “I know what I’m doing, I -“
"No," Keys said, pulling away and sitting up, running a hand through his hair. "You're not ready. You're reacting.”
“Don’t you trust me to make my own choices?” You sounded hurt. “To know what I want? Who I want?”
“Of course I trust you.” The words hurt to say. “But I’ve also known you for ages. You're hurt and you're healing and you're reaching for the closest safe thing. That's me. And that's fine. I want to be the safe thing. But I don't want to be the mistake you make while you're trying to figure out who you are without someone."
You sat up too, clutching the sheet to your chest, your eyes swimming with tears. "So that's it? You're rejecting me? Again?"
"I'm protecting you," Keys said, turning to face you, his expression fierce. "I'm protecting us. If we do this now - cross this line while you're still sorting through the wreckage, it changes everything. And if you wake up in a week or a month and realize you did it because you were lonely or scared - I can't… I won’t lose you."
You stared at him, the tears finally spilling over. "You wouldn't lose me. You're the best thing in my life. Fuck, you might be the only good thing."
Keys felt the words like a knife to the heart. He reached out and took your hands, squeezing them tight.
"I know," he said softly. "And I want to be the best thing. I want to be the only thing. But I want it to be real. I want it to be because you look at me and see me. Not just the guy who helped you with a bad breakup. You owe yourself that much.”
You looked down at your joined hands, his large, calloused palms engulfing yours, and took a shuddering breath, the fight draining out of you.
"I'm just so tired of being broken," you whispered.
"You're not broken," Keys said firmly, lifting one hand to cup your cheek, helping you look at him. "You're healing. There's a difference. And I'm going to be right here while you do it. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes, a single tear tracking down your cheek. "Okay," you breathed out. "Okay."
Keys exhaled and brushed the tear away with his thumb, his heart aching.
"Come here," he whispered, pulling you into his arms.
You went willingly, burying your face back in his neck, but not tempting fate again. Keys held you tight, his body still humming with the aftershocks of the kiss, his mind racing with the implications of what had just happened - and what hadn't. He knew he’d made the right choice.
But as he felt your tears soak into his shirt, he couldn't help but feel like he’d just turned down the only person he’d ever truly wanted.
The next few days, Keys spent every evening over at your apartment, helping you navigate the aftermath of the breakup. He sat with you while you called the bank to freeze your credit card that Derek had apparently swiped on his way out, backing you up as you argued with customer service representatives. He helped you sort through the piles of mail Derek had left behind, tossing his unpaid bills into a "to deal with later" pile.
He was the perfect companion. He brought dinner, made you laugh, held you when the nightmares sent you stumbling into the living room at 3am where he’d insisted upon sleeping. Derek, as it turned out, had done a number on you emotionally - the extent to which Keys was only really just beginning to understand, and he felt like an asshole for not seeing it all sooner.
Now, he was the anchor in the storm and the solid ground beneath your feet. But he was dying a little more every day.
Keys could feel the shift in the air between you, the unspoken tension that buzzed beneath every conversation. He saw the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't paying attention - eyes filled with a longing that mirrored his own. He felt the way you lingered when he hugged you goodbye, your hands clinging to his shirt like you wanted to ask him to stay but didn't want to cross yet another line.
It was torture, pure and simple. But he endured it, telling himself that it was necessary.
On a random evening a few months later, you were sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by your computer and a mountain of paperwork you’d hauled back from your office. Keys was sitting on the couch behind you, typing away on his laptop, catching up on work emails while you tackled
The light from the screen illuminated your face, highlighting the dark circles under your eyes and the tense set of your jaw. You looked tired, but you also looked determined. You were fighting your way back to yourself, piece by piece, and Keys had never been prouder of you.
"You're doing great," he said softly.
You paused, looking up at him over the top of your screen. "Am I? I feel like I'm drowning in these quarterly reports."
He stood up and walked over to where you were sitting, dropping down onto the floor beside you. He reached out and took your hand, interlacing your fingers.
"How are you really doing?" he asked, his voice low. "No jokes. No deflecting. Just... Tell me."
You looked down at your joined hands, your thumb stroking the back of his knuckles.
"I'm... okay," you said slowly. "Mostly. I mean, the apartment is quiet. Too quiet. I keep waiting for him to come in, slam the doors, start yelling or - never mind. But he doesn't. And then I remember that he's gone, and I feel... Relieved. Isn’t that terrible?"
"No," Keys said immediately. "It's not terrible. It's survival. You were in a war zone. Of course you're relieved to be out of it."
"I just feel guilty," you admitted, your voice trembling. "Like I failed. Like I should have tried harder to make it work."
Keys squeezed your hand. "You didn't fail. He did. Over and over again. And you deserve so much better."
You leaned your head against his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. "I wish I'd seen it sooner. I just feel like I wasted so much time."
"Hey," Keys said, lifting your chin with his free hand so you had to look at him. "You didn't waste time. You learned and grew. And now you know what you don't want. That's honestly just as important as knowing what you do want."
You nodded. "Yeah. And I don't want to be scared, or walk on eggshells, or be with someone who doesn't see…”
“Doesn’t see what?”
“How great I am.” You grinned sheepishly.
"Good. And what do you want?" Keys felt himself holding his breath, waiting for your reply.
You looked at him for a long moment, your gaze searching his face. The air between you crackled with tension, thick with the words neither of you were saying.
"I want..." You started, then stopped, glancing away. You took a deep breath, then looked back at him, your eyes locking onto his. "I want to feel safe. Like I'm not just... An inconvenience. Like I matter.”
Keys felt a lump form in his throat. He wanted to tell you that you mattered to him more than anything. That you were the first and last thought on his mind every single day, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life making sure you knew exactly how important you were.
But he held back. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the lingering vulnerability. If he said the words now, it would be too much too soon.
"You matter," Keys said simply. "More than you know."
You stared at him, your lips parting slightly. For a second, he thought you might kiss him again. He saw you lean in slightly, your eyes dropping to his lips.
Keys held his breath, his body tensing. Much as he hated himself for it, he was ready to give in. He was ready to say screw the consequences and pull you into his lap and show you exactly how much you mattered to him.
But then you pulled back. You cleared your throat and looked away, picking up your pen.
"I should finish this," you said, your voice slightly shaky. "Otherwise what kind of Rising Star would I be?"
Keys let out short laugh, and he stayed there on the floor with you for another hour, watching you work, occasionally handing you a glass of water or a piece of chocolate from the stash he’d brought over. He was the supporting character in your story. The best friend who helped you get back on your feet. That was enough. It had to be.
And as he watched you - strong and resilient and beautiful, even as you typed frantically and hadn’t brushed your hair in a while. - he knew that he would play this role for as long as he had to.
But there was also a growing certainty that he wasn't the only one struggling with the lines anymore. He saw the way you looked at him now. The way you leaned into his touch and hesitated before pulling away.
You were healing. You were figuring it out.
And Keys was, selfishly, terrified that when you finally did, you might realize that you didn't actually want him after all.
The transition from the chaotic aftermath of the breakup to the quiet rhythm of healing didn't happen overnight. It was a slow, steady climb, marked by small victories and inevitable setbacks. But true to his word, Keys was there for every single one.
Keys was the one who sat on your bedroom floor three months after the lock-changing incident, while you sobbed because you’d found a single guitar pick under the bed. He didn't try to fix it; he just handed you tissues and let you get it all out, then made you tea and put on your favorite comfort movie until you fell asleep.
And he was the one who celebrated with you when, four months after that, you were promoted. You mentioned that Derek would have scoffed at the late hours, or made you feel guilty for prioritizing work over his need for attention. Keys just showed up at your office with a bottle of sparkling cider and a container of your favorite takeout, beaming with a pride.
"You're crushing it," he’d said, leaning against your desk while you packed up your briefcase.
"You're my biggest fan," you’d teased, feeling lighter than you had in years.
"Exactly. When are we making t-shirts?"
As the months bled into one another, the static of fear that had been living in your chest began to dissipate. You stopped flinching at loud noises and doubting your self worth so much. You started going to the gym even though you claimed to hate it, cooking meals that didn't come in a box, started buying yourself flowers just because they looked pretty.
You were no longer the fragile bird with a broken wing; you were regaining your strength, confidence, and spark. And Keys watched it happen with a mix of awe and a quiet, gnawing longing.
Eight months later.
The humid air of a late summer evening wrapped around the patio of the rooftop bar, the city lights twinkling like a spilled box of diamonds below. Laughter bubbled up from your table, a sound that was genuine and unburdened.
"And then," you were saying, eyes bright with mirth, "he looks at me, completely serious, and asks if the cloud is actually going to affect the weather pattern on day of the keynote."
Your friends burst into laughter.
“Can’t believe he makes twice what we do.”
"I swear, men just hear words and rearrange them randomly."
"I know," you agreed, leaning back in your chair.
You felt good. Really, truly good. You were wearing a dress that hugged your curves in a way you would have been too self-conscious to wear a year ago, out with friends Derek would’ve probably hated. You were just... happy.
You glanced at Keys, who was seated next to you, nursing a club soda and watching you with that familiar, soft expression. He’d laughing along with everyone else, but there was a reserve in his eyes that made your heart give a little squeeze. He was always there, always supporting you, always the hype man in the corner. But lately, you’d caught him looking at you when you thought he wasn't paying attention, his gaze heavy with something you hesitated to name.
You turned your focus back to the conversation, but your mind was drifting. Keys had been... different lately. More intense. He was still obviously the same funny, dorky guy who made terrible puns and had questionable taste in movie - but there was a gravity to him now, a depth that hadn't been there before.
Or maybe it had always been there, and you were just finally noticing it. Maybe you were finally seeing him.
His knee brushed against yours under the table, jolting you back to reality.
"So," Keys said, his eyes scanning your face. "Having fun?"
"So much fun," you said, smiling at him. "Thank you for coming with me. You didn’t have to."
"I wanted to," Keys replied sincerely. He paused, cocking his head slightly. "You're glowing, you know that?"
You felt a flush rise up your neck. "It's the wine."
"It's not the wine," Keys said, his voice dropping an octave. "It's you. You're... you're back. The real you."
The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with a sudden, heavy tension. The depth of feeling in his eyes wasn’t just friendly affection anymore. It was the kind of reverence usually reserved for devote church attendees.
"Keys," you started, unsure of what you were going to say.
"Hey," one of your friends interrupted, appearing at the table with a fresh round of drinks. "Sorry to interrupt, but we're taking shots. You in?"
You blinked, breaking eye contact with Keys, the moment fracturing. "Uh, sure. Why not?”
You grabbed the shot glass, knocking it back with the rest of them, the liquid fire burning away the awkwardness. But as you set the glass down, you couldn't help but glance at Keys again. He was watching you, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.
He knew. He knew you felt it too.
Around midnight, the energy started to flag. You were just barely tipsy, your feet were starting to ache in your heels, and the adrenaline that had been fueling you was beginning to ebb.
"You okay?" Keys appeared beside you, a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah," you said, leaning into him slightly. "Just tired. It's been a long week."
"Let's get you out of here," Keys said immediately, offering his arm. "Say your goodbyes."
You said goodbye to everyone, promising to do brunch next weekend, and let Keys guide you down to the street where he hailed a cab.
The ride to your apartment was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind of quiet from the old days. It was a peaceful silence, the hum of the engine lulling you into a drowsy state. You rested your head on Keys' shoulder, your hand finding his in the dark space between you.
Keys didn't pull away. He interlaced his fingers with yours, squeezing gently. You felt the calluses on his palm, the warmth of his skin, and felt a sense of true peace settle over you.
When the cab pulled up to your building, Keys helped you out, keeping a hand on your lower back as he steered you toward the entrance and unlocked your door.
"Home sweet home," you said, kicking off your heels and sighing in relief.
"Go get changed," Keys said, moving to lock the door behind him. "I'll get you some water."
You shuffled into the bedroom, not even bothering to fully shut the door as you stripped off your dress and pulling on one of Keys' old shirts that you’d claimed as your own. It smelled like a combination of the two of you now, and it wrapped around you like a hug.
When you made your way back into the living room, Keys was waiting on the couch with a glass of water. He’d turned on the floor lamp, casting a warm, golden glow over the room.
"You look comfortable," he said, handing you the glass.
"I am," you said, taking a sip and leaning against the armrest, looking at him. "Thanks for coming tonight. And for... Everything. The last few months. I don’t tell you that enough.”
Keys looked up at you, his expression serious. "You don't have to thank me."
"I know," you said softly. You slid down next to him, tucking your legs underneath you. "But you're the most important person in my life, Keys. You really are."
Keys felt the words sink in, warming him from the inside out. You were glowing, the happiness radiating off you in waves. Still the woman he fell in love with, but stronger and brighter.
Looking into your eyes in that moment, he knew with a sudden clarity, that the time for waiting was over. The fear that he was just a safety net or a rebound had faded with every passing month. Because you chose him. Every day, in a thousand different ways, you chose him.
"Can I tell you something?”
You looked at him, your eyes widening slightly. "Of course. Anything. You know that."
Keys took a deep breath, steeling himself. He was about to cross the line he’d been walking for months. Years. He was about to risk everything.
"I know we talked about this," Keys started, his gaze dropping to your hands, then back up to your eyes. "About timing, and rebounding, and... And all the reasons why we shouldn't. But looking at you tonight... How happy you are - I don’t want to ruin anything. Or, I don’t know -"
He paused, struggling to find the right words. He didn't want to mess this up. He didn't want to be the guy who ruined a perfectly excellent friendship.
"Keys?" You prompted softly.
"I'm in love with you," he said, the words rushing out of him like a flood. "I have been for a long time. And I know you needed time, and I’m happy to give it to you. But I can't just... Sit here and pretend that I don't want to be the one holding you at night. Or the one you call first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Your good days and bad days. I want it all. And I know that’s selfish, and I'm terrified that I'm about to ruin the best thing in my life by saying this, but I - yeah. I’m in love with you.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Keys' heart felt like it was bruising the inside of his ribs. He watched your face, searching for a reaction - anger, shock, pity.
But you looked... Relieved. Like you’d been waiting for him to say the words as long as he’d been waiting to say them.
"I'm in love with you too," you said, a radiant smile bursting across your face. "I think deep down, I always have been.”
Keys stared at you, his breath catching in his throat. "You... You mean that?"
"I mean it," you said, reaching out to take his hands. "I don’t want a rebound or a safety net. I just want you. So maybe… Don’t just be the best friend anymore. Be everything else, too."
Keys let out a shuddering breath, the relief washing over him so powerful it nearly knocked him sideways. He surged forward, capturing your face in his hands, and kissed you.
It wasn't the careful kiss from months ago. It was hungry and desperate, trying to pour months of longing into a single, explosive moment. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair and shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.
He felt the softness of your lips, the heat of your body, the rapid thrum of your heartbeat against his chest. He tasted the wine on your tongue and the lingering sweetness of the dessert you’d shared earlier. It was a kaleidoscope of sensations, but beneath it all was the foundation of you’d built of friendship, of trust, of love.
You broke the kiss for a moment forehead resting against his. "I can't believe I wasted so much time.”
"We didn't waste time," Keys murmured, pulling back to look at you, his eyes intense. "We were building this. We needed to get here on our own time. And now that we're here...“ he pressed a kiss to the corner of your smile. “I say we don’t let each other go again.”
"I think that’s a great idea," you said, smiling up at him.
Keys leaned in and kissed you again, softer this time, savoring the feeling of your lips against his.
Minutes later, Keys couldn't get you down the hallway to your bedroom fast enough, yet he also wanted to memorize every frantic second. Your lips were fused to his, a messy, desperate tangle as he walked you backward, hands roaming greedily over your waist and hips before pulling you flush against him until you collided with the doorframe.
"Ouch," you laughed against his mouth, breaking the contact just long enough to rub your shoulder.
"Sorry," Keys breathed, though he didn't sound sorry at all. He dipped his head immediately to kiss the very spot he’d bumped you, his lips soft and apologetic against the fabric of your (his) shirt. "I'm distracted. You're very distracting."
"You're the one who started it," you teased, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him back down to you. "Don't stop now."
Keys groaned low in his throat, spinning you both around and fumbling for the doorknob. "Believe me, stopping is the last thing on my mind."
The door clicked shut, and then the rest of the world fell away. The only thing that mattered was the heat of your body, the scent of your perfume, and the desperate, clawing need that had been building for years.
He walked you towards the bed, the back of your knees hitting the mattress. You fell back onto the duvet, pulling him down with you. He followed willingly, settling his weight between your thighs, supporting himself on his elbows so he wouldn't crush you.
"Hi," he whispered, staring down at you with eyes that were dark with desire but bright with affection.
"Hi," you whispered back. Your fingers reached up to trace the line of his jaw. "You're really here."
Keys turned his head slightly to press a kiss into your palm. "And I plan on staying here for a very long time."
"You'd better," you murmured, pulling him down for another kiss.
This time, Keys took his time, exploring your mouth with a thoroughness that made your toes curl. He kissed you like he was memorizing the taste of you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, a reminder of just how much he wanted this.
"Keys," you gasped as his lips trailed down your neck, finding that sensitive spot just below your ear that made you shiver. "Please -“
"Please what?" He murmured against your skin, his hand sliding under the hem of your shirt to rest on your waist. His thumb stroked the skin there, sending little sparks of electricity shooting through you.
"I want... I want this off," you said, flicking at the buttons his shirt.
Keys sat back, stripping his shirt over his head in one smooth motion instead of unbuttoning it. You sat up too, pulling your own top off and tossing it aside. The sight of him - broad shoulders, lean muscle, skin flushed with desire - made your mouth go dry.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," Keys breathed, his eyes roaming over you.
"You're not so bad yourself, McKey," you said, reaching out to run your hands down his chest.
Your fingers traced over his stomach, and he hissed in a sharp breath, muscles jumping under your touch. You smiled, feeling a surge of feminine power at the idea of making this unassuming, otherwise controlled man come undone. Even a little.
"Don't start something you can't finish," Keys warned, his voice dropping to a growl.
"Who says I can't finish it?" you challenged, reaching for the button of his jeans.
Keys let out a ragged groan, catching your wrists and guiding you back down flat on the bed. "Later," he said, his eyes dark. "Right now, let me take care of you."
He didn't give you a chance to argue as he leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His free hand made quick work of the clasp of your bra, and slid the straps down your arms, tossing the garment aside, leaving your chest bare to his gaze.
"You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to see you like this?"
"Show me," you breathed out, arching your back slightly.
Keys didn't need to be told twice. He lowered his head, taking one peaked nipple into his mouth while his hand came up to cup the other breast. The sensation was exquisite - hot, wet, and overwhelming. You cried out, your hands flying to his hair, holding him to you as he licked and sucked, driving you crazy with pleasure.
He switched sides, giving the other breast the same attention, while his hand slid down your stomach, to the waistband of your sweatpants. He hooked his thumb under the fabric, tugging them down along with your underwear in one smooth motion.
You kicked them the rest of the way off, lying bare before him. Keys sat back, eyes raking over you, dark and hungry. You felt a moment of vulnerability - months ago, you would have wanted to cover yourself up, to hide the flaws Derek had always pointed out. But looking at Keys, seeing the awe in his gaze, you didn't feel vulnerable. You felt worshipped.
"You're staring," you whispered, your cheeks heating up.
"I'm memorizing," Keys corrected.
“What, afraid this’ll be a one time thing?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
“Wouldn’t worry about tha - oh my god -“
Keys had pressed a kiss to your hip bone, then to the other side. He was working his way down, placing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most.
"Keys," you whimpered again, your hips lifting off the bed in silent invitation.
"Patience, baby,” he murmured, though his voice was strained, betraying his own desperation. "I've got you."
He parted your thighs with his hands, settling himself between them. And then, without warning, he leaned in.
The cry that tore from your throat was instantaneous. Your back arched off the bed, your hands tangling in the sheets as he licked you with long, slow strokes. He was relentless, his tongue delving deep, then flicking over your clit with a precision that made your eyes roll back in your head.
"Oh fuck -“
He laughed against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your system. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves, while one finger slid inside you. He curled it, and your vision blurred with stars.
"You taste so good," he muttered, pulling back slightly to look up at you. "Better than I imagined."
"You... You imagined this?" Your breath hitched as he added a second finger, stretching you, filling you.
"Constantly," Keys admitted, a smirk playing on his lips. "In the shower. In my car. In the middle of a meeting when I was supposed to be reviewing code.”
“D-didn’t know you had such a dirty m-mind-“
“Well, you also have no idea the things I've wanted to do to you."
You exhaled shakily, your hips rocking against his face. "Stop talking and show me."
Keys ate you out like a man starved, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his tongue working you until you teetered on the edge.
"Keys, I'm... I'm close," you whispered, thighs trembling around his head.
"Let go," he commanded, sucking hard on your clit. "I want to see you fall apart."
That was all it took. With a cry that was half his name and half a sob, you shattered, gasping and trembling. He worked you through it, his tongue gentling as you came down from the high, until you were shaking with oversensitivity.
He climbed back up your body, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you.
"I need you," you whispered against his mouth, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. He was thick and hard, hot in your palm. "Inside me. Now."
Keys groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand. "Condom?"
"Nightstand," you directed breathlessly. "Top drawer. Left side."
Keys reached over, fumbling with the drawer. He grabbed a foil packet and ripped it open with his teeth - uncool, but efficient. He rolled it on quickly, his jaw tight with restraint.
He settled back between your thighs, bracing himself on his elbows. He looked down at you, his eyes searching yours.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "There's no going back. I'm not just your best friend anymore."
"I'm sure," you said, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "I've never been more sure of anything, Keys."
Pressing a final kiss to your forehead, he lined himself up and pushed forward, sinking into you inch by inch.
The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that bordered on almost too much. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body adjusting to the size of him.
"You okay?" Keys asked, freezing, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still.
"Yeah," you exhaled slowly. "Just... Big. Gimme a sec."
"I've got time," Keys gritted out. "All the time in the world."
He leaned down to kiss you, distracting you with his mouth, tongue sweeping in to tangle with yours. As you kissed him back, your body finally relaxed, fully accepting him.
"M-move," you whispered against his lips.
Keys pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then pushed back in. He set a rhythm, slow and deep, dragging his cock against your inner walls with every thrust. It felt incredible - better than you had ever imagined. He filled you completely, as if he was made for you.
"You feel so good," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "So perfect."
"Faster," you demanded, your hips rising to meet his. "Keys, please."
He picked up the pace, driving into you harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. It was primal, raw, and absolutely perfect.
"God, I love you," he choked out, bracing himself on one hand so he could reach between you to rub your clit.
The extra stimulation was your undoing. You spiraled toward the edge again, clenching around him, your back arching as you came again, your orgasm ripping through you. Keys thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep as he followed you over the edge. You felt him pulse inside you, his body shuddering as he found his release.
You wrapped your arms around him, dragging him down on top of you and holding him close. Neither of you spoke.
After a long moment, Keys rolled off you, disposing of the condom in the bedside trash can. He pulled you into his arms, tucking you against his side.
"We should have done that years ago," you murmured, tracing patterns absentmindedly on his chest.
"We weren't ready," Keys said softly. "But we are now."
You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "Yeah. We are."
He smiled, leaning down to kiss you, sweet and tender. "I love you."
"I love you too," you replied, feeling the truth of it settle in your bones. "So much."
You lay there in the quiet dark, the only sound the combined rhythm of your breathing. It was peaceful. It was right.
"I could get used to this."
"I hope you do," Keys said softly. "Because I plan on being very annoying about it. I'm going to be that guy who brings you coffee every morning and leaves notes on your fridge and steals your hoodies."
"You already steal my hoodies," you laughed, opening your eyes to look at him.
"Technically they're my hoodies that you stole," Keys corrected, grinning. "I'm just reclaiming my property."
"Keep dreaming, McKey.”
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the warmth of his body. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. It was a sound you knew better than your own, a rhythm that had been the backdrop of your entire life.
You thought about the girl you were a year ago - scared, shrinking, desperate for love from the wrong places. And then you thought about the woman you were now - confident, happy, and held by the man who had loved you through it all.
"Thank you," you whispered. "For waiting. For knowing what I needed even when I didn't."
Keys kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering in your hair. "I'd have waited forever for you.”
“Is he gonna love you like I would? You told me yourself that he didn't love you, that he didn't care, he didn't notice, he wasn't there - try me”
a/n - based on the song ‘Try Me’ by Djo - this one has been sittin in my drafts for a while !!! i just know Keys would hate seeing his best friend make herself smaller for some GUY !!! so that’s what this is !!
cw/tw: some brief depictions of an abusive relationship, derogatory use of “slut” & “whore” (not by Keys obvi), yearning!Keys, no use of y/n
wc: 8.3k
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"You know, if you tilt that graph like three degrees to the left, it stops looking like a prophecy of doom and starts looking like actual data," Keys teased, spinning a mechanical pencil between his fingers as he leaned back in his desk chair.
You rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth twitched upward. "Funny. I’ll have you know my boss loves the doom aesthetic. It inspires respect and fear in the shareholders."
"Wonderful business strategy." Keys spun his chair around to face you better, his knees knocking against yours on accident as you sat on the couch. "Alright, lemme see the real disaster. Slide it over."
You passed your laptop across to him, the warmth of the battery seeping into your palms. The familiar hum of his computer rig - the one he’d built himself, piece by piece, over the last few years - filled the comfortable silence of his apartment. It smelled like stale coffee and the vanilla candle he’d bought because he thought it made him seem sophisticated. It didn't, but it did kind of smell like your shampoo.
"Okay," Keys muttered, scanning the slides with an intensity he usually reserved for debugging code. "The color palette is... Slightly aggressive.”
“Hey, it’s mostly company colors -“
“Hot pink?”
“It’s mauve and that’s on like one slide, Keys.”
He held up his hands placatingly, a goofy grin on his face. “Okay fine. Aside from your Barbie’s dream house moment - the content is solid. You’re going to crush this thing."
"You think?" You asked, the anxiety tightening your chest again.
"I know." Keys looked up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes were sincere, the same way they’d been when he helped you study for the SATs, or when he helped you move into that awful apartment junior year, or when he held your hair back after the tequila incident you now refused to speak of. "You’ve been working on this for months. You know the numbers better than anyone."
You sighed, sinking deeper into the couch cushions and letting your head fall back against the upholstery. "God, I hope so. It’s just... The whole banquet thing. It’s a really big deal. Everyone brings spouses. Or partners. Or at least a date that doesn't look like they’d rather be undergoing a root canal."
Keys’ fingers froze on the trackpad. He didn't look at the screen anymore. He glanced up at you, his expression shifting into that careful, neutral territory he adopted whenever you mentioned your love life. "So... Did you ask him?"
You didn't need to ask who 'he' was. Derek. The guy who had been occupying way too much of your time for exactly eleven months and three weeks - the guy who Keys had described as 'a void where personality goes to die,' to a mutual friend.
"I did," you admitted, staring at the ceiling. "This morning. He said he’d rather not. Said company banquets are 'performative corporate drudgery' and he doesn't want to feed into the capitalist machine."
Keys let out a short, sharp exhale. "The capitalist machine. Right. Because the dive bar he spends five nights a week at is a non-profit anarchist collective."
"He’s just… Passionate about his band, Keys."
"He should be passionate about finding a job that’s not a hobby," Keys muttered, then quickly cleared his throat when you shot him a look. "I mean. It’s your night, you know? It’s a big deal.”
"It’s just the 'Rising Star' award," your voice was flat. "And it’s stupid. I shouldn't even care. It’s just..."
"It’s just that you wanted him to be there," Keys finished softly. "Because that’s what people who care about each other do."
"Yeah," you whispered, feeling the hot sting of tears. "It just feels like the same old story. Like I was in a rush this morning, and didn't have time to make my coffee so I asked him if he could make it for me really quick, and he just stared at me like I’d asked him to solve a cold case. I mean, we’ve been together a year. Wasn’t like I was asking for the entire Starbucks menu from memory."
Keys was silent for a beat. He watched you, his jaw set tight, his hand gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. He hated seeing you like this - the way you shrank into yourself whenever you spoke about the guy you were dating. He hated Derek with a vitriol that terrified him sometimes - not entirely out of jealousy, but out of a fierce, protective instinct that wanted to barricade you inside this apartment until you remembered how radiant you were.
"Hey," Keys said, his voice dropping an octave. He spun his chair fully toward you again and reached out, brushing a stray hair away from your forehead. His fingers were warm and calloused, lingering for a second longer than necessary. "Forget him."
"Kinda hard to do when he's my boyfriend," you joked weakly.
"Then we’ll worry about him later," Keys forced a casual shrug. "Right now, focus on the important stuff. You need a plus one. Someone who knows your coffee order, thinks you’re a genius, and looks devastating in a suit."
You let out a small laugh. "Well, that narrows the list down to zero."
"Zero?" Keys raised an eyebrow. "I think you’re miscounting. I’m also a little offended.”
"Keys..." you started, but he didn't let you finish.
"I’ll go," he said simply. "I can drink the cheap champagne, clap super loudly, and glare at anyone who looks bored during your speech. I’ll be the best plus one you’ve ever had."
The offer hung in the air, suspended between the scent of vanilla and the hum of the computer fans. It was ridiculous, really. He was your best friend. He was Walter McKey, the guy who coded for twelve hours straight and ate cereal for dinner. But as you looked at him, the possibility seemed to settle over you, warm and bright.
"You'd do that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"In a heartbeat," he replied, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I’ll even wear a tie. A real one. Not a clip on.”
You felt the smile breaking across your face before you could stop it, the heavy cloud of the afternoon suddenly lifting. "You hate ties."
"For you? I’ll make an exception any day." He tapped the enter key, saving your presentation, and spun the laptop back around to you. "Now. Show me the slide about the projected revenue again. I have some notes on the font choice."
Keys stood outside your door at 6:00 PM on the dot several days later. He smoothed down the front of his suit jacket for the third time, realizing with a sinking feeling that he might be underdressed. It was a nice suit - black, classic, something he’d worn to a cousin’s wedding a few years ago - but he was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that he usually spent his Friday nights in graphic tees and sweatpants.
But when you opened the door, all thoughts of his own outfit evaporated.
"You look..." Keys started, then stopped, his mouth slightly agape. He cleared his throat, his eyes widening as they swept over you. The dress was a deep, shimmering emerald green that clung to you in all the right places and fell gracefully to the floor. Your hair was pinned up in that effortless way you always teased him for not understanding, leaving your neck exposed. You looked radiant, glowing in the warm light of your hallway.
"I look like I'm about to give a presentation on a decade’s worth of financial growth," you finished for him with a nervous laugh, smoothing your hands over your hips. "Is it too much? Be honest."
"No," Keys managed to squeak out, his voice an octave higher than usual. He coughed into his fist to recover. "No, it's perfect. You look... Wow. Just wow. Really."
You beamed at him, the tension in your shoulders easing. "You don't look so bad yourself, McKey. I see you actually found a tie that doesn't have a video game character or dinosaurs on it."
"Don't get used to it. It's choking me."
He offered his arm to you, which you took with a smile, and the two of you headed out to the car. The drive to the venue was filled with the usual comfortable banter, but there was a new undercurrent of electricity buzzing in the air. Keys kept stealing glances at you in the passenger seat, the streetlights flashing across your face. Every time you laughed at one of his stupid jokes, he felt a ridiculous surge of pride that he was the one sitting next to you, not Derek.
The banquet hall was a sprawling hotel conference center decked out in crisp white linens and fairy lights. It was exactly the kind of "performative corporate drudgery" Derek hated, which made Keys all the more determined to enjoy it.
He guided you through the crowd with a hand on the small of your back, his touch light but grounding. You introduced him to everyone as "my best friend, Keys," a title he usually cherished, but tonight it tasted a little bitter. He wanted to be more. He watched you charm your boss and giggle with the marketing team, feeling that familiar tug in his chest - the one that had been there since you were eleven years old and you’d let him copy your history homework.
"Good to finally put a face to a name," a balding man in a cheap suit said to Keys as you both sat down at a round table near the front. "She’s always talking about you. Says you're a tech wizard. You work in gaming?"
"Something like that," Keys replied politely, taking a sip of the champagne that had just been poured. "Mostly I just tell computers what to do until they listen."
"Well, it's great you could come," the man’s wife chimed in. "These things can be such a drag without a date."
Keys forced a smile. "Well, I wouldn't miss it. She's been working incredibly hard on this."
You checked your watch, your expression flickering with anxiety. "Oh, shoot. I need to go set up the laptop for the slideshow. They’re pushing up the timeline."
Keys quickly stood up to pull out your chair. "Go. Knock 'em dead."
"You're the best." You grabbed your small clutch from the back of your chair. "Will you be okay here?"
"Born ready.”
“Would you be able to watch my purse?”
He held out his hand and you gave him your purse - a small, sparkly thing that looked comical in size - and disappeared into the crowd of mingling coworkers. Keys sat back down, taking a deep breath. He could do this. He could make small talk about interest rates and the weather.
Buzz.
He frowned, looking down at the clutch in his hand. The fabric vibrated against his palm.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Keys looked around. The conversation at the table had shifted to golf. No one was paying attention to him. He carefully unzipped the clutch, figuring maybe it was your mom calling to wish you luck, or perhaps an alarm you’d forgotten to turn off.
He pulled out your phone. The screen was lighting up relentlessly with notifications. Keys’ stomach tightened as he saw the name at the top of the lock screen. Derek.
It felt like a violation to look. But the buzzing was incessant, vibrating against his fingers like an angry hornet. He slid the bar to unlock it, intending to just silence the damn thing so you could focus. Accidentally, the text thread opened up, and Keys felt the blood drain from his face.
6:47 PM: sorry. i know i said i wouldn't go, but i feel bad. you mad?
6:49 PM: whatever . have fun with you’re stupid corporate friends.
6:51 PM: stopped by & your car’s here but your gone.
Keys scrolled up, his jaw clenching harder with every text that came in.
6:52 PM: who are you with? who picked you up?
6:52 PM: i swear to god, if you’re with that fucking loser Keys again
6:53 PM: u know he’s obsessed with you, right? It’s pathetic. everyone sees it but you.
6:55 PM: your a fucking slut
6:56 PM: Answer me!!!
6:58 PM: don’t bother coming home tonight. gonna changed the locks. see what a rising star u are then
The words blurred together in a haze of red. Keys gripped the phone so hard the plastic casing creaked. The sheer cruelty of it made him physically ill. He looked up at the crowd, scanning for you, but you were nowhere to be seen. You were backstage, oblivious, getting ready to shine, while this piece of shit sat on your couch and spewed venom from behind a screen.
Keys’ thumb hovered over the reply button. He wanted to type back. He wanted to unleash a tirade that would make Derek’s head spin. He wanted to tell him exactly how pathetic he was for treating the most amazing woman on the planet like garbage.
But then he looked at the time. 6:59 PM. You were probably walking to the podium right now.
If you saw these texts now, it would ruin your entire night.
With a shaking hand, Keys held down the power button. The screen went black, the notifications finally silenced. He took a sharp, ragged breath, shoving the phone back into your purse. He forced his fingers to unclench, smoothing the fabric of the tablecloth.
"Everything alright?" the balding man asked, noticing Keys’ rigid posture.
"Fine," Keys said, his voice low and rough. "Just... Work email."
He looked up just as the lights in the banquet hall dimmed. A spotlight hit the small stage at the front of the room, and there you were. You looked nervous, your hands gripping the edges of the podium, but when you found Keys’ table, your eyes locked onto his. You searched his face for reassurance.
He straightened his back and forced a steady smile - looking at you not as the kid you grew up with, and not as the guy secretly in love with you, but as someone who would burn the world down before letting anyone hurt you.
Of course, you didn’t know that. But you took a deep breath, your confidence visibly returning, and began to speak.
Keys watched you, momentarily forgetting the vitriolic stream of texts from your deadbeat boyfriend, his heart swelling with pride. You flawlessly navigated the complex data, charming the room with your wit and intelligence. He listened to every word despite having heard you deliver it from the comfort of his living room or over a video call half a dozen times already - committing your brilliance to memory, all while feeling the cold, hard weight of your phone in the bag he held, shielding you from the poison waiting on the other end of the line.
The moment you finished your speech and some old man in a blue tie handed you your away, applause thundered through the room. Keys didn't care about decorum. He ran to meet you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you into a hug so tight it lifted you slightly off the ground.
"You killed it," he whispered into your hair, squeezing you once before letting you stand on your own feet, though he kept a hand on your shoulder. "Absolutely killed it."
"I can't believe it," you laughed, breathless and flushed with adrenaline. "I think I blacked out for the middle ten minutes."
"Well, no one could tell. You were perfect." He beamed at you, his pride evident in every line of his face.
The next hour and a half was a blur of handshakes, compliments, and endless chatter about market projections. Keys stood by your side the entire time, a stoic, protective presence. He fielded questions about his own job with charming deflection, constantly steering the conversation back to you and your achievement, held your champagne and your purse. Every time he looked at you, he saw the glowing, confident version of yourself that you always should be - far removed from the self-doubt Derek instilled in you.
Eventually, you leaned in close to him. "I need a breather. I'm going to run to the bathroom to freshen up."
"Go ahead," Keys said smoothly. "I'll hold down the fort here." Before he could say another word, you’d plucked your purse from his grasp, rummaging for your lipstick or something as you hurried away.
Keys checked his watch a little while later. You’d been gone for five minutes. Then ten. The polite conversation at the table had lulled, and he found himself checking the entrance to the hall, a frown creasing his forehead.
When you finally returned, nearly fifteen minutes later, the transformation was heartbreaking. Your eyes were rimmed with red, your makeup slightly smudged, and the radiant confidence from earlier had completely evaporated. You looked like a balloon that had been popped.
"Hey," Keys said immediately, standing up and ignoring the curious look from your boss. "You okay?"
You shook your head, your eyes welling up all over again. "Can we... Can we please go? I'm sorry, I just... I can't be here right now."
"Say no more." He didn't ask questions. He just turned to the table, offered a curt, apologetic nod, and guided you out of the hall with a hand on your back.
The cool night air was a shock, but Keys didn't stop until he had you safely ensconced in the passenger seat of his car. He got in, started the engine, and let the silence hang for a moment before glancing over at you. You were staring out the window, your jaw trembling.
"You know, we didn't really eat," Keys said softly, pulling away from the curb. "And I know for a fact that the mini-quiche wasn't enough to sustain human life. Want to hit up The Diner? I think we need fries."
You let out a shuddering breath. "Yeah. Okay."
The drive was quiet, but not the comfortable kind of quiet from earlier. The atmosphere in the car felt heavy. Every few minutes, the silence would be broken by a muffled buzz from your purse on your lap.
Buzz.
Keys’ jaw tightened. He saw you flinch each time it happened. You would pick up the purse, stare at it with dread, and then set it back down without looking.
Buzz. Buzz.
You looked smaller and smaller with every notification, shrinking into the seat.
When the two of you slid into a booth at The Diner, the smell of coffee and grease was a welcome distraction. The waitress, a woman who had been working there since you were in high school, poured glasses of water and took your order without much prompting. As soon as she walked away, Keys looked at you across the table. The neon sign overhead cast a pink and blue glow over your distressed face.
"Okay," Keys said, keeping his voice low and steady, leaning his elbows on the table, eyes locking onto yours. He already knew the answer, but he asked you anyway. "What’s going on?"
You looked down at your coffee cup, your fingers tracing the handle. "It's... It’s Derek."
Keys forced his expression to remain neutral, though the edges of his vision were red. "What about him?"
"He’s really mad. Looks like he’s been texting me since before I even went on stage.”
Keys reached across the table and covered your hand with his. "What’s he saying?"
Tears spilled over your lashes, tracking through your makeup. "He's furious. Says I humiliated him. That by bringing you, I was basically announcing to the whole world that I'm cheating on him."
A sharp, hot spike of anger shot through Keys, but he kept his face calm, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "That's insane. You asked him to go. He said no."
"I know," you sobbed, the dam finally breaking. "But he doesn't care. He told me I'm pathetic for needing a babysitter. He said... A lot of really cruel things, Keys. About how I'm needy - he’s probably right, I dunno.” You covered your face with your free hand, your shoulders shaking. "Fuck. How did I get here? How’ve I spent a year letting someone make me feel this small?"
Keys squeezed your hand, hard. "Because you're good. You give people the benefit of the doubt. You see the best in them."
"He locked me out," you choked out, dropping your hand to look at Keys with devastation. "He said he changed the locks. I can't even go home tonight."
The blood roared in Keys' ears. He wanted to drive back to that apartment, kick the door down, and show Derek exactly what happened when you messed with someone Keys cared about. Instead, he took a slow, steadying breath.
"Then you won't go home tonight," Keys said firmly. "You're coming to my place. You can have the bed, I'll take the couch."
You looked at him, your eyes wide and red-rimmed. "Really? You'd do that?"
Keys looked at you - really looked at you. He saw the girl who had defended him in the third grade when someone spilled juice on his painting. The teenager who had sat with him through his parents' divorce. He saw the woman who had just captivated a room full of stuffy executives only to be torn down by a man who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as her.
"I’d do anything for you," Keys said, the honesty raw in his throat. "You know that."
By the time you got back to Keys’ apartment, the adrenaline from the night had fully worn off, leaving you feeling fragile and exhausted. Keys ushered you inside, locking the door against the world with a small click.
He guided you over to the couch, but as you went to sit down, your purse buzzed again. You flinched, your hand trembling as you reached for it, your face crumbling.
"Hey," Keys said softly, stepping in front of you. He held out his hand, palm up. "Give it here."
"I need to check," you whispered, your voice wavering. "What if it's important?"
"The only important thing right now is that you breathe." He kept his hand steady. "He’s just trying to hurt you because he knows he lost control. Don't let him. Just... Let me hold onto it for tonight? Please?”
You looked at him, tears welling in your eyes again, and then slowly placed the phone in his palm. Keys powered it off immediately, sliding it into his pocket where it couldn't haunt either of you. "You can have it back in the morning. I promise."
"Okay," you breathed out, your shoulders sagging as if he’d just removed a fifty-pound weight.
"Go get changed," he said, gesturing toward his bedroom. "You know where my PJs are."
While you disappeared into his room, Keys busied himself in the kitchen. He pulled out his favorite mugs setting a pot of milk on the stove to heat up. He found the cocoa powder and the mini-marshmallows he kept hidden in the back of the pantry - mostly just for when you came over.
When he walked into his bedroom a few minutes later to grab the extra blanket from the closet, he paused. You were wearing his clothes, already curled up in the center of his bed, hugging one of his pillows to your chest. Fast asleep or very close to it.
Keys stood there for a moment, the image searing into his brain. He had imagined you in his bed more times than he cared to admit - usually in scenarios that admittedly involved a lot less clothing and a lot more laughter.
But this? This was something else. It felt intimate in a way that scrambled his thoughts. Seeing you in his space felt right in a way that terrified him. He shook the thought away, grabbed the blanket, and gently tucked it around your sleeping form before retreating to the living room to set up the couch for himself.
Fifteen minutes later, the smell of cocoa must’ve roused you. You shuffled out of the bedroom, wearing his oversized sweatpants and a faded t-shirt of his, looking soft around the edges. Keys felt his chest tighten.
"Made you this," Keys said, holding out a steaming mug. "Full sugar. Full marshmallows. Medicinal grade."
"Thank you," you murmured, taking the cup and sinking onto the couch beside him. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your hands around the warmth.
Keys put on The Princess Bride - a universal fallback in terms of comfort films - the movie you could quote line-for-line, the one that never failed to make the world feel a little less sharp.
You sat in silence for a while, watching Inigo Montoya pursue his revenge on the screen, sipping your cocoa. The buzzing of your phone was gone, replaced by the hum of the refrigerator and the steady rain tapping against the window.
"You know," you said quietly, staring into the dark liquid in your mug. "I can’t believe he’d actually change the locks."
Keys gripped his own mug tighter, keeping his eyes on the TV. "I know."
"He's not even on the lease," you continued, your voice sounding hollow. "He doesn't pay rent. He doesn't pay for the internet or utilities. Fuck, I’m a doormat."
“You’re not - and wait, what do you mean he doesn’t pay rent?”
You ignored him, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. “And I’m about to get fined like crazy if the landlord finds out.”
Keys turned to look at you. "What?"
"Alterations to the unit - especially changing the locking mechanism - is a big no. That’s like a thousand-dollar fine, I think? Minimum? Possibly an eviction notice if the landlord is feeling petty."
"That idiot," Keys snapped, the anger flaring hot in his gut. "He’s going to cost you a thousand dollars and potentially your housing because he's throwing a tantrum? Has he ever actually functioned in the real world?"
"I'll have to call the landlord in the morning," you said, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "I'm so tired of cleaning up his messes. I'm so tired of..." You trailed off, shaking your head. "Why do I do this? Why do I always pick the guys who are going to treat me like garbage?"
"You don't pick them," Keys said gently.
"I do, though," you insisted, turning to face him, your eyes searching his. "Think about it. Before Derek, there was Mark who forgot my birthday and then got mad when I was upset about it. And before that, Jason who stood me up at the airport when I came back from my grandma's funeral because he 'got distracted playing FIFA.'"
Keys’ jaw tightened. He remembered the airport incident vividly. He had been the one to drive an hour in the rain to pick you up because you had been crying too hard to see through the windshield.
"And then Tyler," you continued, your voice cracking. "Tyler who told me I was too emotional when I found out he cheated on me with my old roommate." You let out a sob, burying your face in your hands. "There has to be something wrong with me, right? Why else would I constantly choose men who look right through me? Who don't care if I'm hurt? I must be doing something to invite this. I’m pathetic, I’m so sorry.”
"Stop," Keys said firmly. He reached out and placed a hand on your knee, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of the sweatpants. "Just stop. Look at me."
You lowered your hands, looking at him with red, swollen eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with you," Keys said, his voice fierce with sincerity. "You are the most loyal, the most caring, the most brilliant person I know. You see the good in people, and you try to nurture it. That isn't a flaw. That’s your superpower. The fact that they’re too stupid to appreciate that? That’s on them. Entirely on them."
"But it keeps happening," you whispered.
"It won’t be like that forever. One day you’ll meet someone who treats you the way I’d -“ Keys stopped himself, the words catching in his throat. He swallowed hard. "The way you deserve to be treated."
You stared at him, the air between you suddenly thick with unspoken things. The movie played on in the background, the swashbuckling hero fighting giants, but it felt miles away.
Without a word, you launched yourself across the couch and into his arms. Keys caught you instinctively, his mug of cocoa miraculously staying upright as he set it down and wrapped his arms around your waist.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your body shaking against his as you cried. It wasn't the frantic sobbing from the car; this was a deep, cleansing release. Keys held you tight, one hand cradling the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair and lightly scratching your scalp. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, fast and erratic, gradually slowing down to match his rhythm.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of your shampoo mixed with his own laundry detergent. It felt dangerous, holding you like this. Like holding a live wire. But as you clung to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, Keys knew he couldn’t let go. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
The credits rolled on the TV screen, the swelling music fading into the quiet hum of the apartment. You were fast asleep, your head resting heavily on Keys' shoulder, breathing deep and rhythmic.
"Hey, sleepyhead,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Time for bed."
You stirred, murmuring something unintelligible, but didn't wake up. With a sigh that was partly resignation and mostly affection, Keys slid his arm under your legs and another behind your back, lifting you effortlessly. You nestled into his chest instinctively, your face pressing against the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
He carried you into the darkened bedroom, laying you gently on the side of the bed he’d prepped with the extra blanket, pulling the duvet up over your shoulders. You looked peaceful now. Keys stood by the bed for a moment, watching you. He felt a strange pang in his chest - a mix of longing and protectiveness that he’d been suppressing for years. He reached down, pulling the covers up higher to tuck you in properly.
"Goodnight," he whispered.
He turned to leave, intending to take his rightful place on the couch, but a soft, sleepy sound stopped him in his tracks.
"Keys?"
He froze, half-turning back. "Yeah? You need some water?"
You were blinking at him in the dim light, your eyes heavy with sleep but filled with a desperate kind of vulnerability. "Stay."
Keys' heart skipped a beat. He stared at you, certain the stress of the night was making him hallucinate. "What?"
"Stay," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper. You reached out a hand, patting the empty space of the mattress next to you. "Please. Just... Stay."
Keys hesitated, his mind racing. This was a line he shouldn't cross. He was the best friend. The safe harbor. Getting into bed with you, even innocently, felt like violating the terms of the engagement he’d made with himself years ago. But the way you looked at him - like he was the only solid thing in a crumbling world - shattered his already weak resolve.
"Okay," he breathed out. "Okay. I'm staying."
He rounded the bed, lifting the edge of the duvet to slide in beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight, and the moment he settled, you moved. You scooted closer, resting your head on his chest, your arm draping over his stomach as if you’d been doing it for years.
Keys lay stiff as a board for a moment, his hands hovering in the air, unsure where to put them.
“Keys?”
“Mhm?”
"Hold me? Please?” Your voice was thick and slurred slightly with exhaustion, but the sadness was still there, threading through the words. “No one holds me anymore. It's been... It’s been a really long time."
The words hit Keys like a punch to the chest. He felt a surge of fury toward Derek - and Mark, and Jason, and every other man who had been too selfish, immature, or blind to see what they had. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling your head, the other pulling you flush against him.
"I've got you," he whispered into the dark. "I've got you. I'm not going anywhere."
You sighed, a sound of pure relief, and within seconds, your breathing evened out into deep sleep. Keys lay awake for a long time, listening to the rain against the window and the steady rhythm of your heart against his. He knew he was in trouble. He knew that waking up like this, with you in his arms, was going to ruin him for anything else. But as he drifted off, he decided he didn't care.
Sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the blinds when Keys woke up. He reached out instinctively, his hand searching for the warmth of your body that had been curled against his all night, but he found only cool sheets.
Keys sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, a moment of panic seizing him before he heard the sound of a cabinet closing softly in the kitchen. He let out a sigh of relief, swinging his legs out of bed.
When he walked into the kitchen, the sight stopped him in his tracks. You were standing by the stove, wearing his sweats and t-shirt, your hair a bit messy from sleep. You were humming a tune he didn't recognize, flipping pancakes in a skillet. The smell of coffee and bacon filled the small apartment, creating a domestic scene that Keys had only ever allowed himself to fantasize about on his loneliest nights.
"Morning," he greeted you, trying to act far more casual than he felt.
You jumped slightly, turning around with a bright smile that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows of the night before. "Hey! Good morning. I hope you're hungry. I'm making 'Thank You' pancakes."
"Thank you pancakes?" Keys walked over to the coffee maker, pouring himself a mug and leaning against the counter next to you - just a tad closer than necessary.
"For the sleepover," you said, nudging him with your hip. "And for... you know. Everything. Last night."
"You don't have to thank me," Keys said, taking a sip of coffee. "You know that."
"I do, though." You turned back to the stove, flipping a pancake with a flourish. "I'm sorry if I was... Weird last night. I know I was kind of a mess. Well. Not kind of. Absolutely a mess.”
"You weren't weird," he said softly. "You were just hurting. And you needed someone to be there."
You turned off the burner, sliding the pancakes onto a plate and turning to face him. You looked nervous, your fingers twisting together in front of you. "I didn't... Make it awkward, did it? Asking you to stay? I just... I really didn't want to be alone."
Keys set his coffee down as he saw the apprehension in your eyes, the fear that you’d overstepped and ruined the dynamic between the two of you. Like he hadn’t already decided long that he would spend the rest of his life making sure you never felt like an inconvenience or a second choice again.
"No. It wasn't awkward. It was..." Keys paused, searching for the right word that wouldn't send you running for the hills or feeling like you’d made a mistake. “It was nice," he finished, his voice dropping an octave. "Actually, it was really nice. Better than nice."
You looked up at him, your eyes widening slightly. A flush crept up your neck, staining your cheeks a soft pink. It matched the warm feeling blooming in Keys' chest.
"Oh," you breathed out, biting your lip to hide a smile. "Okay. That's good. Because I think I slept better than I have in months."
"Me too," Keys admitted, the truth slipping out before he could stop it.
You beamed at him, the tension between you shifting into something lighter, sweeter. You reached out and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate, holding it up to his mouth.
"Eat, McKey," you teased. "We have a long day of lock-changing and apartment-fees-paying ahead of us."
Keys took the bacon, his lips brushing against your fingers for a fleeting second. "I'm ready when you are."
The ride over to your apartment was quiet, the air thick with the impending storm. Keys gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white, his jaw set in a hard line. When he pulled up to the curb, the front door of your building was already open, and Derek was pacing on the sidewalk, looking like a smoldering fuse.
"Stay in the car," Keys said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Let me handle this."
"No," your voice trembling but firm. "I have to do this."
Keys hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. But I'm right behind you."
As soon as you stepped out of the car, Derek spotted you. His face contorted in rage. Before you could say a word, he stormed over and grabbed your arm, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.
"Where the hell have you been?" he snarled, dragging you through the building entrance. "You disappear all night, don't answer my texts, and show up with him? You fuck him last night?"
"Let go of me!" you shouted, trying to yank your arm back.
Keys was there in an instant. He inserted himself between you and Derek, shoving Derek back with a hard thrust to the chest. "She said let go. Get your hands off her."
"Get the fuck out of here, McKey," Derek spat, stumbling back but recovering quickly. "This is between me and my girlfriend."
"She's not your girlfriend," Keys said, his voice dangerously low. "And she's not your property."
Derek glared at him, his chest heaving, but the look in Keys' eyes seem to make him think twice about arguing too much. With a sneer, Derek released you, unlocking the front door and storming inside. You followed, Keys right on your heels.
The moment the apartment door closed behind you, the yelling started.
"You humiliated me," he screamed, pacing the small living room.
“How? It’s not like you even bothered coming to my - you know what? Never mind. It’s over, Derek," you said, your voice shaking as you stood your ground in the center of the room. "I want you to pack your things. I want you out."
Derek laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Out? I live here. This is my home."
"You’re not on the lease. You don't even pay rent!" You shouted back, tears of frustration stinging your eyes. "You don't pay for anything. You're a parasite. And I'm done. We are done."
"Is this because of him?" He shot back, pointing a finger at Keys, who was standing near the door, fists clenched at his sides. "You think you're some white knight? That you can steal her from me?"
"I'm not stealing anything," Keys said, his voice steady. "She's telling you to leave. Are you gonna listen, or do I need to make you?"
“Make me?” Derek laughed again, looking from Keys to you with derision. "Oh, that’s rich. Look at you two. Pathetic. Maybe you deserve each other."
"If you're not out in ten minutes," you said, pulling your phone from your pocket, "I'm calling the police."
The threat seemed to snap something in Derek. The mockery vanished, replaced by a sudden, volatile flash of violence. He lunged at you, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you hard.
You stumbled back, your spine slamming against the wall with a sickening thud. The breath left your lungs in a rush. Before you could recover, Derek was on you, pinning you there, his face inches from yours.
"You don't mean that," he hissed, his breath hot on your face. "You love me."
Before Keys could pull him off of you, Derek tried to kiss you, forcing his mouth against yours harshly, as if he could force the resistance out of you. The world went positively red for Keys. He didn't think; he just moved. He grabbed Derek by the back of his shirt and the belt loop of his jeans, hauling him backward with a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength that honestly surprised him.
"Don't touch her!" Keys roared, using the momentum to send Derek crashing into the opposite wall.
Derek rebounded, looking shocked for a split second before his face twisted in fury. "You wanna defend this slut? Is that it?"
"Five minutes," Keys said, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm register. He pulled out his own phone, thumb hovering over the screen. "You have five minutes to get your shit and get out, or I am calling the cops and reporting you for assault. Do you understand me?"
Derek stared at him, chest heaving, realizing the game had changed. The soft-spoken doormat he assumed Keys was had vanished.
"Fine," Derek spat, rubbing his elbow where he’d hit the wall. "Fine. I'm leaving. I don't need this fucking drama."
He stormed into the bedroom, and for the next few minutes, the apartment was filled with the sound of drawers being yanked open and clothes being haphazardly stuffed into a duffel bag. Keys stood by the front door, his eyes never leaving the hallway, ready to move if Derek tried to come near you again.
You stood by the wall where he’d shoved you, your arms wrapped around yourself, shaking uncontrollably. Keys wanted to go to you, but he couldn't risk taking his eyes off Derek.
After three minutes, Derek emerged from the bedroom, his bag slung over his shoulder, looking wild-eyed and disheveled. He paused in the living room, looking at you with pure malice.
"You're a whore," he said, spitting the word at you. "And for the record - I always knew there was something goin’ on with you two. Always knew you were probably fucking him behind my back."
You flinched, but Keys stepped forward, dialing the phone.
"Time's up," Keys said, holding the phone up. "Get out."
Derek let out a frustrated string of colorful explicatives, grabbing his apartment key from his pocket. He threw at your feet, the metal clattering loudly against the hardwood floor as he shoved past Keys. The front door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the silent apartment.
For a second, neither of you moved. Then, your legs gave out. You slid down the wall, collapsing onto the floor in a puddle of tears, burying your face in your knees.
Keys was at your side in an instant after locking the door. He dropped to his knees beside you, gathering you into his arms.
"Hey, hey," he whispered, pulling you onto his lap. "It's okay. He's gone. I've got you."
"I'm sorry," you sobbed, your hands fisting in his shirt. "I'm so s-sorry."
"Shh," Keys soothed, rocking you gently, his hand cradling the back of your head. "He's gone now. He can't hurt you anymore."
He held you while the apartment hummed with silence, the scent of your vanilla shampoo fighting against the lingering musk of Derek's cologne. Keys pressed a feather-light kiss to the top of your head, his heart breaking for you, and vowed silently that he would spend the rest of his life making sure you never felt this small again.
Keys didn't let go until the trembling in your subsided, keeping you anchored on the floor with his back against the wall. He murmured reassurances into your hair, his hand stroking your arm in a slow, rhythmic motion, but eventually, you pulled away.
You wiped your face with the back of your hand, taking a shuddering breath. "I can't stay here," you said, your voice gaining a thread of steel. "Not with all his stuff. It feels like he's still... Here."
Keys nodded, standing up and offering you a hand. "Let's get rid of it. All of it."
He went to the kitchen and returned with a heavy-duty trash bag. "Alright. Lead the way."
You started in the bathroom. It felt aggressive, in a necessary way. You swept your arm across the counter, knocking his cheap cologne, his moldy toothbrush, and his hair gel into the bag. Keys held it open, his face grim but supportive.
You moved to the living room. You pulled his books off the shelves - titles on anarchy and history that he'd never actually read - and tossed them in. You found a stack of DVDs he'd left scattered near the TV.
By the time you reached the bedroom, the adrenaline was propelling you forward. You ripped his clothes out of the closet - t-shirts from bands you hated, ripped jeans that smelled like stale smoke - until the closet was half-empty. Keys caught the flying garments, shoving them into the bag with a forcefulness that matched your own.
Finally, you stood in front of his nightstand and yanked the drawer open. There was a collection of loose change, a crumpled receipt, and a sleek, purple box. Unopened. You picked it up and froze for a moment, staring at the wrapper for a second before shoving it back into the drawer and turning away, your face flushing hot.
Keys noticed the hesitation. He paused in his bag-holding. "What was that?"
"Nothing," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's... Nothing."
You stood there for a moment, staring at the wall, before the words just spilled out. It was like you needed to purge this, too.
"They're condoms," you said quietly, not looking at him. "Bought them months ago, but he... He hated wearing them. He always refused."
Keys went still. He didn't say anything, just watched you.
"He always said it didn't feel as good," you continued, your voice trembling slightly. "He said I was being paranoid. Or that I was trying to kill the mood." You let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. "A walking red flag like him probably wanted to get me pregnant. Trap me, so I couldn't leave him. It makes sense now, doesn't it? The way he treated me?"
Keys felt a white-hot flash of anger that was so intense it made his vision blur. He wasn’t a violent person, but God he wanted to go find Derek and beat him until he couldn't stand up. The manipulative, calculated cruelty of it made him feel sick. He took a deep breath, forcing his hands to unclench around the trash bag.
"He’s a psychopath," Keys said, his voice low and vibrating with suppressed rage. "And that’s abuse"
"I know," you whispered, finally looking at him. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm telling you this. It's... Weird. Sorry.”
"It's not weird," Keys said firmly, stepping closer. "You're telling me because I'm your best friend. And because I care about what happens to you. You don't have to apologize for telling me the truth."
He looked around the room. It was cleaner, emptier, but the energy in the apartment still felt heavy. The walls felt like they were closing in.
"Let's get out of here," Keys said, tying off the second bag. "We can come back later to deal with everything else. Let's just... go. Decompress."
You nodded, looking relieved. "Please."
The two of you marched out to the dumpster behind the building, throwing the bags in with a satisfying thud. It felt final. It felt like closing a chapter you’d been stuck in for too long.
Less than an hour later, you were back on Keys’ couch, curled into the corner, hugging a pillow to your chest, while Keys sat on the other end, his leg bouncing nervously.
"I'm so sorry," you said suddenly, breaking the silence. "For last night. For today. For... All of it. You didn't sign up for any of this shit."
Keys turned to look at you, his expression serious. "Please stop apologizing."
"But -“
"No," he said, cutting you off gently. "Listen to me. This isn’t your fault. None of it. You didn't ask for him to be a jerk. You didn't ask for him to lock you out or shove you or try to manipulate you." He shifted closer, taking the pillow out of your hands so he could hold them gently. "I’ll always help you, okay? I’ll always show up when you need me, and right now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than making sure you're alright."
You looked at him, eyes searching his. "You're too good to me, Keys."
He felt a surge of affection burn brightly in his chest. “That’s what you deserve.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“How about I be the judge of that for now?” Keys pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, and your heart began to flutter. "Alright. I’m starving. How about we get pizza? My treat. I feel like celebrating."
"Celebrating?" You laughed. "Celebrating what? My breakup and near-eviction?"
"How about your freedom?” Keys grabbed his phone. "And the fact that you never have to see that person’s face again."
"Yeah. I think you’re my only person right now," you leaned into his side.
Keys wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Then I'll make sure I'm enough."
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader
summary: it was a clear rule at family video that you never, ever borrow the tapes. and as their star employee, you never did. but after breaking up with your boyfriend, an x-rated tape was what you needed to prepare yourself for your next date. or would it be Steve Harrington?
wc: 10.8k
warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), inexperienced reader, oral sex (f & m receiving), finger sucking, nipple play, dirty talk, praise
Most of the time, Steve’s thirty minute break was the only minutes of peace he’d have to himself the entire day. He’d start his morning quietly, waking up alone in his house and making his way to work. But the minute he’d push his way through those doors, chaos would ensue.
Especially during the summer. Kids, teenagers and adults alike all bustling around Family Video in search for something specific. He’d deal with it all. The sweet elderly women that stood talking to him for too long because he was just too lovely, the group of kids who’d linger for way too long and completely ignore his shooing them away.
And after work would almost always entail driving straight from work to wherever he was needed. Sometimes it would just be picking up Dustin and Lucas, dropping them home safely from Will’s house. Or Robin’s house for movie night, bringing along whatever tape he’d swiped that afternoon.
It was something that was very frowned upon, but all the employees did. Sneak the odd tape or two in their bag, watch it that night and return it on their next shift like it had never been missing in the first place.
Well, all the employees except for you. You wouldn’t say that you were Family Video’s star employee, but if somebody else said that – you wouldn’t deny it.
You were always early to every shift, your uniform always perfectly tidy and straightened. You never took too long on your break, you’d even sometimes head back onto the shop floor a few minutes earlier if you could hear the herds of people from the breakroom. You’d always pick up any extra shifts, or cover anybody if they needed to.
And you never, ever swiped any tapes. And everybody knew that.
On this surprisingly quiet Thursday evening, Steve was finally clocking out to take his break. He’d packed himself a peanut butter sandwich this morning, along with a bag of chips that had gotten slightly crushed from his trip from his car this morning.
“I’m gonna take my thirty now, will you be alright out here on your own?” You heard Steve ask from behind you. You stood at the front counter, restocking the rows of candy that was kept at the front of the store.
Your hands paused on a bar of Snickers, you turned to glance over your shoulder to see Steve leaning against the counter behind you with his arms crossed, twirling his little brown paper bag between his fingers.
A small laugh escaping your lips as you looked across the shop floor, eyes focusing on two young girls browsing in one of the aisles. “I think I can handle it. Go put your feet up, enjoy your break.”
Steve huffed a laugh, nodding at you before tightening his grip on his sacked lunch. He turned on his feet and made his way to the back of the store, pushing the door open with his elbow as he sauntered through.
The break room was on the smaller side. A table in the middle of the room with a few mismatched chairs, a countertop lining the side of the room where the employees would keep their bags despite the hooks hanging just above it.
There was a small pile of magazines that laid on the counter, different genres that people would bring to work and then discard for others to read after. As Steve passed them, he grabbed the one on the top to keep his mind occupied whilst he ate.
Spin. Hm, not his first choice, but it’ll do. One hand held his flattened sandwich to his mouth whilst the other flicked through the pages, his eyes reading over an article about Prince.
His eyes flickered to the clock that sat above the door, reading seven thirty. He huffed out a sigh, flicking the magazine that he’d read back to front closed and pushed himself from his chair. He shoved his empty packet of chips into the brown paper bag, and tossed it into the trashcan underneath the counter.
As Steve was mentally preparing himself to return to work for the next two and a half hours, he dropped the magazine onto the stack with the others as he passed it, but something caught his eye.
Right next to the pile, was a brown leather handbag that was slightly scuffed with wear, a red ribbon tied around one of the handles. He knew that it was yours, he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. But something that he hadn’t seen before was the tape that was poking out of it.
He took a step closer, his eyes squinting as he leant down, not wanting to touch your bag but couldn’t ignore his interest. His fingers wrapped around the corner of the tape, slowly pulling it out to reveal Pretty Peaches 2, an orange cover with a woman clad in black lingerie.
“What the–” He mumbled to himself, his eyebrows knitting together as he turned the tape over to read the back. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, clearing it as he carefully slipped the tape back into place where he’d found it.
Steve wiped the corner of the tape as if to wash away his fingerprints, and quickly scurried out of the breakroom. He adjusted his vest as he looked over the rest of the store, the two girls who’d been in earlier had now left, just leaving you at the front of the store still organising the candy.
He felt his mouth go dry once his eyes landed on you, his tongue slipping past his lips to swipe across his lower lip as he attempted to steady himself. He didn’t know what was more puzzling, the fact that you were keeping porn in your bag or the fact that you’d actually swiped a tape.
You glanced up as you felt Steve making his way over to you, flashing him a wide smile as you placed a packet of Reece’s Pieces on the stand. “Nice break?”
The softness of your voice hit his ears like honey, he flashed you a tight smile as he leant against the counter in front of you. His arms slipped across his chest, as if a shield of armour to protect himself from this secret he was now hiding. “Yeah, was great.”
You’d known Steve for a while now, from working together here. You’d been a friend of Robin’s in high school, of course you knew of Steve but he was never somebody whose circle you ran in. Robin had got you a job here shortly after the two of them started working here, and you slotted perfectly right into their little group.
When you weren’t at work, you were hanging out with your boyfriend, Trevor. But after your break up two months ago, you were now spending your time with Robin and Steve. You’d gotten to know Steve quite well, he was a charismatic and caring friend who carried himself with a lot of confidence. He was really funny, always making you laugh even when you were feeling down about your breakup. You’d also, obviously, noticed that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
He watched as your eyes glanced over him, taking in his quietened demeanor. He’d usually jump at the opportunity of a quiet store to spiel about a stupid story that you’d heard a million times but always made you laugh anyway, just to hear it.
“You alright?” You pressed gently, grabbing the empty box that was holding all of the new candy and rounded to the other side of the counter to push it beneath it, making a mental note to take it out the back with you when you leave.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.” He practically laughed out with disbelief, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck before lowering it back to cross his chest.
Your eyebrows furrowed gently, but ultimately decided not to press it any further. You just got on with your closing tasks for the day, the clock ticking and ticking on until it finally hit ten o’clock.
“Do you want a ride home?” Steve asked, leaping forward to grab the empty box from you as you made your way to the break room to grab your stuff.
“Oh, that’d be great. Thanks, Steve,” You flashed him a smile as you let him take the box from you, tilting your head toward the breakroom before stepping toward it. “Let me grab my stuff, I’ll be just a minute.”
He nodded gently as he watched you disappear through the door, exhaling the breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. It seemed like forever that he was hearing you shuffling about in there, he even thought he heard you talking to yourself until you finally swung the door open and stepped out.
“Ready to go?” He spoke as he adjusted the box under his arm, twisting his car keys around his finger before closing them in his palm.
“Ready.” You gave him a small nod, crossing the store to flick off the lightswitch before walking the two of you to the back door. Steve thanked you as you held it open for him, jogging over to the large recycling bin to chuck the box into.
You locked up the back door, making your way over to Steve’s car. He was quick to catch up to you, making sure to open the passenger door for you like always. You thanked him as you slipped inside, pulling your seatbelt on as he rounded the car.
Steve’s door shut behind him as he settled into his seat, twisting the key in the car as he glanced over at you. Your bag sat close to you on your lap, your fingers holding it as if someone was going to pry the door open and swipe it from your hands.
“So, you got any plans for tonight?” Steve asked softly, turning over his shoulder to check his mirrors as he pulled out of the empty car park, his attention turning to you as his hand put the car into gear.
“Uh,” You took your lower lip between your teeth as you thought, trying to think of an excuse. You obviously weren’t going to tell Steve about the tape in your bag, and what you were actually going to do tonight. “Probably just watch a movie or something.”
Steve nodded at your words, his eyes focused on the dark night ahead of him. “Any movie in particular?” He glanced over at you, without thinking his eyes dropped to your bag beneath your tight grip.
When his eyes met yours again, your lips parted slightly and your expression turned into something like a deer caught in headlights. Steve cleared his throat, turning his attention back in front of him as you shuffled in your seat.
“You saw it?” Your voice left as a whisper, you could feel the heat rising to your skin. Your chest tightening as you kept your eyes on Steve, your grip loosening on your bag as you let out a small sigh.
“I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t looking through your stuff or anything, God– I’m not a creep,” He laughed awkwardly, clearing his throat before continuing. “I was just putting one of the magazines back and your bag was open, I swear I–” When he finally looked over at you, your hand was covering your face.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just– I was surprised, didn’t peg you for the porn type.” His voice mumbled the last few words, catching your glare as your hands dropped to the bag on your lap.
“It’s fine, Steve,” You finally said with a shrug of your shoulder, your fingers pulling the zipper open and wrapping around the tape. “I’m not the porn type, to be honest.”
“No? Well, I’d say the tape that you smuggled from work would beg to differ.” He snickered, a small smirk fighting his features as he glanced over at you now he knew you weren’t angry at him for finding it.
You scoffed, your hand reaching over to swat against his arm before looking down at the tape. “I didn’t take it to like, get off to or anything.” Your voice spoke softly, your eyes avoiding his as you looked down at the woman on the cover.
Steve swallowed thickly, battling down any thoughts of you alone in your room watching that tape that were now at the forefront of his mind. He cricked his neck slightly, hands tightening on the wheel as he spoke. “No? Why’d you take it then? Appreciate the camera work?”
A laugh huffed past your lips at his words, shaking your head gently as you stuffed the tape back into your bag and zipped it back up. “It’s kinda.. Embarrassing.” You whispered softly, twirling your finger around the ribbon that laid across your lap.
“Embarrassing?” Steve questioned, turning the car down onto your street. You felt him glance over at you, and when you met his gaze he was looking at you with a look you hadn’t seen from him before. Maybe, concern? “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”
You took in a long breath, exhaling it as your gaze turned to watch your house inch closer and closer. “It’s just– Me and Trevor obviously broke up like, two months ago. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Steve pulled up his car outside of your house, flicking off the engine and turning his body to you to give you his full attention, his voice soft as he spoke. “That’s not embarrassing.”
“Yeah, no, I know. I’m not embarrassed about that,” You said quickly, debating on whether you should continue or just duck and roll out of the car and into the dark of your bedroom. “I was with Trevor for a long time, like five years, we were each other's first everything. But, he was never really into sex. I could probably count on one hand how many times we fucked in the last like, year of our relationship.”
Steve’s lips pursed shut slightly, his eyes wandering your features that were highlighted from the streetlamps that sat outside his car. “That’s also not embarrassing.”
You scoffed a small laugh, your head leaning back into the headrest before turning it to look at him. “I have a date on Saturday night, and I don’t know how it’s gonna go or if anything will even happen. But, I wanna be prepared. Hence, my homework.” You lifted up your bag with that, the tape rustling in your bag.
“Oh– Oh, right,” Steve caught on to your idea, shifting slightly in his seat as he cleared his throat. “So, you’re gonna watch porn and study?”
A laugh fell past your lips, nodding your head as your hand ducked to unclip your seatbelt. “Pretty much. My parents are away for the weekend, so I’m gonna make some popcorn and write some notes.”
Steve laughed with you, nodding his head as he watched you hook your bag over your shoulder and open the car door. “Well, have a good time, I guess.” His eyebrow twitched at his words, unsure how to wish somebody luck with studying porn.
“Thanks, Harrington. And thanks for the ride.” You smiled over at him as you shut the door, offering him a wave before fishing in your bag for your key as you walked up the pathway to your front door.
Steve’s mind was whirling at a million miles a minute. Thinking of you sitting there all alone watching porn, thinking of what you’d look like with your hand inevitably slipping between your legs under your skirt.
If Steve was completely, utterly, totally honest with himself, he did always have some resemblance of undiscovered feelings for you. He couldn’t name exactly when it started, he’d thought you were pretty cute when Robin introduced the two of you. But you had a boyfriend and Steve was a gentleman.
But when you’d broken up with Trevor, things for Steve changed.
His breath hitched in his throat, and before he could stop himself he was unclicking his own seatbelt and slamming his door shut behind him.
“Hey!” He called out your name, jogging slightly to catch up with you as you’d stepped into your house. Your eyebrows furrowed as he walked up to your door, his hands slipping into his pocket as he toed up to your porch. “Uh, you– you can totally say no. But, if you’re just gonna sit there and study, I have nothing to do tonight. I can hold the popcorn bowl, answer any questions that you might have.”
Your eyebrows furrowed gently at his proposition, your tongue jutting over your lower lip as you glanced over your shoulder into your empty house. You’d always found Steve attractive, it was never a surprise to you that he did well with girls, but he was your friend. Watching porn with him would be stupid, right? You couldn’t do that. Not when the sounds of moans or slapping skin is filling up the room, or when you could just reach over–
“Sure,” You choked, completely ignoring every voice in your brain screaming no. You stepped further into your entry, holding the door open for him. “Come on in.”
The house somehow felt even quieter and emptier once Steve had shut the door behind him. Your finger flicked the big light on, your eyes squinting slightly as the warm bulb lit up the room you and Steve were both now standing in.
“The TV in here isn’t working,” You said with your back turned to Steve as you pushed your shoes off, toeing them to line up by the back door before peering over to him. “Is it weird if we watch it in my room?”
Steve laughed gently as he shrugged a shoulder, copying your actions by pushing off his own shoes. “Not necessarily, nothin’ weird about two friends researching porn together.” His hands slipped into his pockets, straightening his posture as he smiled down at you.
You nodded gently, taking your bag off your shoulder and swinging it by your side as you glanced around you slightly. “I guess you’re right. Follow me, then.” You began walking backwards, beckoning him with your hand as you made your way up the staircase toward your bedroom.
It soon dawned on you that Steve had never been inside your house before, let alone your bedroom. God, did you even make your bed this morning? What about that pile of laundry you took upstairs last night?
When you pushed your door open, you exhaled a short breath at the sight of your made bed and tidy room. You held it open for Steve, waiting until he’d passed you to click it shut.
“Nice room.” Steve observed as he perched himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers reaching out to grab a photo of you and Robin that you kept on your nightstand. You watched him smile gently at it, before catching your gaze and placing it back where it lived.
“Thank you very much,” You smiled, sitting your bag next to him as you shrugged off your uniformed vest. You crossed your room, hanging it over the back of your chair, clearing your throat as you looked over at Steve. “You can make yourself comfortable, you know.”
“Oh– Yeah, right.” He mumbled, fingers battling his own vest off as you grabbed an old sweatshirt from your wardrobe, along with a pair of your sleep shorts. You pulled the sweater over your head, manoeuvring your arms out of your t-shirt beneath it and pulled it out of the neck of your sweater.
You rounded to the other side of your bed so you were behind Steve, quickly glancing to make sure he was facing away from you as you stepped into your shorts. You were swift to pull them up before shimmying out of your skirt, taking your discarded clothes in your hands and dropping them into your laundry basket.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You joked as you made your way back to Steve’s side of the bed, glancing down at him as your fingers hovered over the zip of your bag.
Steve’s eyebrows furrowed gently as he nodded up at you, his expression reading that he’d do anything to help out a friend, that’s just the kind of guy he was. “Of course, if you’re sure then I’m happy to help.”
Your own eyebrows raised slightly as you squinted down at him, ultimately deciding if this was going to be a good idea. No, it wasn’t. But you’d already grabbed the tape and made your way over to your DVR to slip the tape in.
“Alright then,” You announced as you spun around and climbed onto your bed, crawling up it to sit against your headboard. Steve turned over his shoulder to you at your words, a small smile creeping on his lips as you patted the mattress next to yourself. “Let’s watch some porn, I guess.”
A small sound you couldn’t name escaped Steve’s throat, nodding as he swung his own legs onto your bed to crawl up to sit beside you. He sat a fair bit away from you, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows up on them. “Let’s watch some porn.”
You snorted a laugh gently as you looked up at him, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you lifted your remote to point it at the TV. Your room suddenly filling with the sound of the cheesiest attempt of sexy instrumental music, a woman in black lingerie taking over the screen that sat at the end of your bed.
The woman was gorgeous, slender and blonde with a body that you’d see on the cover of a magazine. Your eyes dialed in as you watched her straddle the man that had just come onto the screen, the close ups of their mouths and tongues moving in unison was a lot more erotic than you’d ever seen, ever even experienced.
The screen showed the man’s hands trailing up and down her body, over her breasts and settling on her back. You glanced over at Steve, who was also completely clocked in on the screen before him. He must’ve felt you staring, because his eyes met yours out of the corner of his, his attention turning to you.
“You alright over there?” He swallowed slightly, his hand rubbing over his wrist before turning back to the TV. Your eyes followed suit, watching the man’s lips wrapped around the woman’s nipple, the sound of her moans causing you to push your thighs together without realising.
“Y–Yeah, totally alright,” You huffed an awkward laugh, your arms crossing over your chest as your legs shifted beneath you. “Are you?”
He nodded over at you, his eyes wandering over your features as you intently watched the scene play out ahead of you. He lowered his knees, leaning further into the headboard as he crossed one of his legs over the other.
Your eyebrows furrowed gently, watching the man ravish the woman’s breast. Her back arching in pleasure as he messily, sloppily made out with her chest. “I didn’t know guys liked doing that.” Your voice mumbled.
“Liked what?” Steve hummed gently, his attention fixed on the sounds the woman was emitting before his head tilted down at you just as you looked up to catch his eye.
Your lips parted slightly, realising you’d said that out loud. You cleared your throat gently, your head turning back to the TV as you shrugged gently. “Y’know, he just seems to really enjoy.. Doing what he’s doing.”
“Well, he’s probably enjoying it so much ‘cause she’s loving it,” Steve explained gently, his own head tilting as he watched the man press kisses down the woman’s sternum. “Well, for some people, their nipples are super sensitive, some people really enjoy having them– Y’know, played with.”
“Hm.” You observed, thinking back to the few sexual experiences you’d had with Trevor and how he’d never paid any attention to your chest. Your arms adjusted over your chest, breath slightly hitching in your throat as you realised your own nipples were hard, a slight shiver breezing down your spine at the feeling of them brushing against your sweater.
You and Steve sat in silence as you watched the man’s head dip between the woman’s thighs. The loud, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her core mixing with her cries and moans were beginning to feel far too much for you. All you could think about whilst watching the woman grind against her partner's face, was how badly you needed that right now.
“Did– Uh,” Steve started, his hand coming up to his face to rub across his chin as he glanced over at you, watching you transfixed on the screen. “Did Trevor ever do that to you?”
You could only scoff a laugh, shaking your head gently. “No, Trevor was very much an in and out, one and done kind of guy,” Your teeth sank into your lower lip gently, your hand lifting to push your hair behind your ear as you continued. “Maybe once, he did. But it didn't last very long, said it wasn’t his thing.”
Steve laughed down at you in disbelief, causing your neck to twist quickly to look up at him with your eyebrows gently furrowed together. “Sorry, sorry. Just find that hard to believe.” He admitted with a small shrug as he looked back at the TV, you watched his throat bob at the close up of the man’s tongue swirling around her clit.
“Do you like it?” You whispered gently, not realising the hitch in your breath that had started at the thought of Steve eating pussy. Wondering how his luscious locks of hair would feel against your thighs, his thick hands holding onto you as his tongue ravished you.
“Do I?” He broke his eyes from the screen, taking a moment to look over your expression before giving a small nod. His palm splayed against his thigh, rubbing it gently as he spoke. “Yeah, I mean, I like making whoever I’m with feel good, that gets me off. But, it is pretty hot.”
You flashed him a small smile, watching as he turned his attention back to the screen. Your hands dropped to your sides, pushing yourself to sit further up as you turned your own attention back to the screen. Watching closely as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers and his tongue, glancing back over to Steve out of the corner of your eye.
“What’s it like?” You whispered hoarsely, turning your full attention to him as he glanced over at you. “Like, being with someone like that. I mean, me and Trevor never had this kind of passion. I don’t think I’ve ever– Orgasmed from someone’s fingers before.”
Steve’s lips parted gently, his eyes darting between your own and the screen before slightly turning his body to you. “Well, it’s all about knowing what your partner wants. What gets them going, what they like, what they don’t like. When you’re with someone who knows what you want and you can really let go with, it’s sorta the best thing.”
Your lips pursed together slightly, nodding as you ran the palm of your hand across your collarbone, trying to attempt to cool down the sudden burn of your skin as your eyes wandered his face. “How d’you know what you like?”
You watched Steve’s tongue dart past his lips to trail across his lower lip, wetting it before taking in a short breath. His eyes glanced over your face, slowly trailing down your body before finding your eyes again. “Do you want to find out?” His voice was low and hearty as he spoke, causing shivers to roll down your spine.
“H–How will I find out?” You pressed quietly, lowering your hand from your shoulder to rest on your lap. Your body shifted slightly under his gaze, turning your body to his further.
Steve inhaled a short breath, his hand lowering from his thigh to press into the mattress to angle himself closer to you. You felt all of your inhibitions get sucked from your mind as he lifted his other hand to brush a fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes ducking to your lips before looking back into yours. “Let me help you out, we can find out what you like together.”
It felt as if Steve had sucked the air from your lungs, your eyes fell to his lips as you nodded softly. “Yeah, okay.” You whispered gently as you inched yourself closer to him.
His hand that pushed the hair into place found your jaw, cupping it gently as he dragged his thumb against your lower lip softly. “Can I kiss you?” He asked tenderly, a complete stark difference to the lewd sound of skin slapping pouring out of the TV.
You were quick to nod, your eyes transfixed on the plush of his lips. And before you knew it, they were on yours. Tenderly taking your upper lip between his as your lashes fluttered shut, your hand finding his thigh to ground yourself as his slipped from your jaw to curl through your hair, holding you steady against him.
Just as you parted your lips to further the kiss, he’d pulled his own away. They were quick to press to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, every inch of your skin until they found the curve of your jaw. His fingers slipping to hold the back of your neck as he sucked gently on the soft skin of your neck, grazing his teeth gently against it before soothing the touch with his tongue.
Your head lulled back into his hand, giving him easier access to any part of you that he wanted to touch. Your hand squeezed his thigh, edging him on as the other slipped up from the mattress to hold onto his shoulder.
“Is this okay?” His voice murmured against your skin, earning a quick nod from you along with a soft sigh of pleasure. He hummed gently in approval, dragging his wet lips to your collarbone.
Steve’s spare hand found your lower back, pulling you closer to him as his lips practically devoured any inch of your skin that was peeking out from the neck of your sweater. You let out another pleasured sigh, your eyes opening to meet his as you felt him lift his head.
His thumb traced back and forth at the nape of your neck, watching you closely as your eyes trailed from his back down to his lips. Your hand that was glued to his thigh raised to his shoulder, and before you could second guess your actions, you were pushing yourself up onto your knees and lifting your leg over his lap.
You hesitantly settled yourself down on him, feeling very aware that you were now straddling him whilst the tape continued to play behind you. Both of his hands found refuge at your waist, you could feel the weight of his hands through the thin fabric.
“Is this okay?” You whispered softly, lifting a hand from his shoulder to push through the few strands of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. He nodded softly, huffing a small laugh through his nose which earned a small smile from you.
“Of course it’s okay,” His own voice whispered back, his hand slipping up your back slowly. Landing between your shoulder blades, leaning you closer until your chest pressed against his. Your eyes dropped to his lips, sitting only a few inches from yours. “You can do anything you want to me.”
The corner of your mouth curved into a smirk, a disbelieving laugh passing your lips gently as the gravity of the situation weighed on your shoulders. Your hand slipped up to hold his jaw, nodding gently before you lifted your chin to press your lips against his.
He let you take the lead, a content sigh falling from his against your lips. You could feel yourself melting against him, his grip tightening on your waist as your tongue parted his lips. You moaned gently into his mouth as your tongue fought against his, his hand slipping down your back to slip them both under the hem of your sweater to hold your waist.
His warm hands felt electric against your bare skin, the fabric pooling at his wrists as your hips shifted on his lap. Your breath hitched into his mouth as your core rocked against the bulge suddenly apparent to you through Steve’s denim.
Your hips began rocking back and forth slowly, a tight moan croaking in your throat with each grind, the seam of the fabric hitting your clit at the perfect angle. Steve’s hands slipped down to your hips, guiding your movements as he pulled his lips back from yours.
“Does that feel good, honey?” His lips whispered against yours hoarsely, his forehead leaning against yours as you nodded up at him. Your lips parted, your mind scrambling to find the words to say as you felt yourself clenching around nothing.
One of Steve’s hands tightened on your waist, the other slowly pushing up your side again and pulling up your sweater with it. His hand paused beneath your breast, his thumb gently rubbing against the skin as he let out a tight breath.
“You can take it off, Steve.” You whispered back softly, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your hips came to a pause. It wasn’t lost on you that you were currently making out with your friend, about to bare yourself to him completely, but nothing about it felt weird. Somehow, it felt like this was always going to happen.
He nodded gently, pressing his lips to yours softly as his hands continued their journey of pulling your sweater up and over your head. You pulled your lips back from his reluctantly to rid the garment, lifting your arms up from his shoulders as he pulled it away from you.
But when you came out the other side, Steve’s gaze was straight back to your eyes. Offering you a warm smile as his hands placed one at your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades as he pulled you back down to him.
His lips brushed against yours softly, not kissing you yet but more just exploring the feeling of your lips against his. You sighed against his mouth at the feeling of the pique cotton of Steve’s shirt rubbing against your nipples as he held you against him.
Slowly, his grip on you tightened as his legs shifted beneath him. He sucked your upper lip between his as your arms snaked around his neck, one of his hands slipping down your body to hold your thigh as he lifted you slightly to lower you onto your back against your mattress.
Once he’d placed you down and he’d settled between your thighs, he pulled his lips from yours slowly to finally glance down at your chest. One of his hands braced beside you to hold himself up, whilst the other splayed against your waist gently rubbing his thumb against your skin. His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, trailing along your jaw and your neck before fluttering down toward your chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled against your skin, your fingers slipping through his hair as you looked down at him. His eyes flickered up to yours as he lifted his head up slightly, the corner of his lips turning upward. “Seriously. I think you’re beautiful.”
Just as you went to reply, he lowered his lips to your skin again. His tongue passed his lips to circle around your hardened nipple, a low sigh of pleasure rumbling from your chest. His mouth wrapped around it, latching onto the hardened peak as his hand slipped from your waist to cup your breast he was neglecting.
His thumb rubbed the soft skin on the underside of your breast, trailing up to rub back and forth against the peak as he began twisting it with his forefinger. His mouth left your breast with a pop, quick to soothe the other as your grip tightened on the strands of his hair.
“God, Steve,” You huffed as you watched him, your hips rocking up desperate to find him again. His eyes fluttered up to yours as he sucked on your nipple, releasing it with a pop before moving back to the other. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He mumbled against you, earning you to quickly nod down at him. He pulled his lips from you with a small smirk, pressing into the mattress as he lifted himself to find your lips again. “We’re only getting started.”
You huffed a sigh against his lips at his words, your hands tangling in his hair as he sucked your lower lip between his, his teeth gently sinking into it before pulling back. He pressed a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw, dipping to your collarbone, down across your chest and between your breasts.
His hands followed his movements, slipping down your body as his lips continued down your sternum until they reached your navel. His eyes flickered up to yours as he shifted backward, his hands trailing down your thighs until they reached your knees.
“Just relax, okay?” Steve spoke gently as he sat before you, your knees sat pressed together but his gentle touch was igniting a fire within you that you knew needed to be put out. “If at any time it gets too much, or you don’t like it. We can stop, yeah?”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your breath hitched in your throat, gently nodding as your knees fell apart for him. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.” You smirked softly through a small laugh, watching as his fingers wrapped around your sleep shorts. You lifted your hips up, angling your legs for him so he could discard them.
“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath as he took in the sight of you before him. Laid in a pair of light coloured panties, his hands slowly inched down your thighs, rubbing the soft skin as his eyes glued to your core. “You’re so wet, already.”
He proved his observations as his palm pressed against your mound, his thumb softly circling the wet patch of your underwear that stuck to you as his eyes flickered up to yours. He watched as your head lulled back into the mattress, quick to lift to find his gaze again.
“So, I guess you can write this down for your homework,” He started as he lowered himself between your legs, pressing his lips to your knee as his thumb continued to manoeuvre against your slit.
“You like your breasts played with, you like me suckin’ on them, touching them,” You watched intently as his lips gradually pressed closer and closer to where you needed him the most. His fingers slipped to wrap around the band of your underwear, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “You like your neck being kissed, grinding yourself on me. That really got you going, hm?”
A loud, pleasured sigh left your lips as you nodded, lifting yourself up on your elbows to watch as he slowly peeled your underwear off of you. Your hips lifted again, legs following to assist him removing them from you.
“Holy shit.” Steve mumbled as he tossed your underwear somewhere beside him, his hands splaying at your inner thighs as he spread you further open for him. He pressed his lips to your mound, a gentle kiss against the hair that laid there.
He pulled back slightly, watching as he slipped his index finger slowly along your slit. Your breath hitched at the touch, his middle finger joining to spread you open for him as he hummed gently to himself. “Such a pretty pussy, too. You’re so wet, baby.”
His head leant against your thigh gently, his eyes transfixed on the way your pussy fluttered for him as he used his fingers to explore you. His eyes darting up to gauge your reaction as his middle finger found your clit.
“Fuck, Steve.” You whined in pleasure, your hips involuntarily rutting upward to find his touch. His spare hand was wrapped around the back of your thigh, a small hum passing his lips as he slipped it to rub gently against your hipbone.
“You like it when I touch your clit, add that to your list.” He spoke almost to himself, dragging his fingers to circle your entrance as his eyes left the soaked sight before him to look back up into yours.
You couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact with him, especially when his head lifted from your thigh and settled between your legs. His tongue reaching out to circle around your throbbing clit as his middle finger shallowly pressed at your entrance.
You watched with intent, your jaw slack as he wrapped his lips around your clit, lewdly sucking on the swollen nerve as his middle finger slowly pressed inside of you.
“Oh my god.” You whined with pleasure, your elbows shaking slightly beneath you as you held yourself up to watch Steve. You felt him hum against you, letting yourself fall back against the mattress as his fingers finally started fucking you.
Steve pulled his lips off you, letting out a groan as he pulled his finger out to push his ring finger back inside you with the other. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He murmured as his fingers resumed their actions, eyes flickering up to watch you writhe in pleasure as his fingers curled against the spongy spot inside you. “And you taste so good, holy shit.”
His mouth was back on you before you could blink, his tongue delving through your folds and licking up every drop of your arousal that was spilling out of you. He was quick to find your clit again, taking it between his lips with fever.
Both of your hands flew to his hair, tugging gently on his soft strands as your hips rocked slightly against him. Desperate to feel more of him against you, inside of you.
Steve’s hand that was holding your hip grabbed ahold of you, dragging his grip along your arm until his hand found yours tangled in his hair. He pulled your fingers out of it, his own fingers slipping through yours the second they became free. Your entwined hands fell against your stomach as his fingers picked up their pace, your moans leaving your lips now louder than the forgotten tape still playing on your TV.
“Fuck, Steve,” Your shaky voice cried out, Steve’s hand squeezing yours in encouragement as his fingers picked up their pace, continuously hitting the perfect spot inside of you. “I’m so close, fuck.”
“Come for me, baby,” He spoke against your clit, his fingers fucking into your cunt speeding up as you feel the heat building in your stomach. His eyes watch as your head rolls back into the mattress with pleasure, your hips rocking against his face. “Such a good girl for me. Let go for me, honey, come on.”
His encouragement was quick to push you over the edge, your thighs trembling around him as your grip on his hair tightened. With each curl of his fingers hitting perfectly inside of you, you were quick to finally release around him.
Steve groaned in satisfaction against you as his fingers worked you through your high, his tongue toying against your clit until your hand pulled from his hair. Your hand dropped against your stomach, your hips still rocking with his movements slightly as he slowly coaxed his fingers out of you.
“Taste so fucking good.” He pulled his lips from your clit, quick to dip his fingers between his lips to suck your arousal from his digits. He pulled them out with a small pop, steadying it at your thigh as his head dipped back between your thighs to trail his tongue through your folds, seemingly eager to collect every last drop he’d coaxed from you.
“Steve, shit.” You whined gently, lifting your head to watch him. His fingers splayed across the meat of your thigh, his tongue dipping into your entrance caused his nose to brush against your clit earning a loud cry to fall past your lips.
“Mm,” He mumbled against you, eyes opening to look up at you as he finally pulled his mouth off of you. A small smirk grew against your lips at the sight of the lower of his face glistening with your come, watching his tongue dart across his lips as his hand left your thigh to press against the mattress to lift himself back up to you. “Hi.”
You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, your hand that was resting on your stomach coming up to hold his cheek as you let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “Hi.”
He matched your gentle laugh, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as he lowered his forehead down to your shoulder before turning his head to press his lips to your neck. “Safe to say, you enjoy getting your pussy eaten.”
“W– Steve!” You huffed at his crude words, causing his head to lift from your neck to look down at you. His eyebrows furrowed gently, but you could tell it was in a teasing manner.
“What? You did,” His lip curved into a smirk, he inched closer to you as his nose brushed against yours gently. “You loved it, hm? Getting your pretty little pussy fucked by my fingers, coming all over my face. Think you can add it to your list.”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your fingertips pushed through the curls on the side of his head, your eyes studying his face until they settled on his glistening lips. “Well, maybe you’re right.”
His hot breath hit your parted lips as he huffed a small laugh, his lips brushing your upper gently as he whispered against you. “You’re perfect, you know. It’s like you were made for me, so tight, just fit so perfectly inside of you,” You sighed against his mouth at his words, “And you taste so good, wish I could taste you all day.”
“Steve–” You sighed against his lips, your eyes fluttering shut at his words but you were quick to open them as you couldn’t bear not to be looking at him for a second longer.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” His hoarse voice and filthy words were probably enough to make you come all over again, your lips parted to let out a low sigh as you nodded gently.
His hand slowly pulled away from yours, the other pressing further against your mattress to settle himself on his side next to you. His arm stretched out behind your head whilst the other rested against your stomach, lowering his lips slowly down to yours.
You sighed against his lips as they finally sank into your own, his lips taking your upper hostage before releasing them, his tongue entering your mouth to coax your tongue with his. His hand slipped down your body slowly, his fingertips gently grazing your mound as your thigh fell open for him again.
He sighed into your mouth, his upper body settling closer into you as your fingers wrapped around the collar of his polo shirt. Your breath hitched against him as you felt his fingers dipping between your folds again, pushing through every curve to collect as much of your spend on his fingers before pulling his hand back up your body.
A small huff left your lips as he pulled his lips back from you, your thighs clamping together again as your tongue darted across your lower lip, tasting the remnants of you from his mouth.
“Open up, pretty girl.” He whispered softly, his eyes bearing into yours as two of his wet fingertips tapped at your lower lip gently. Your lips parted for him, tongue following as his eyes dropped to your mouth.
He dragged his fingers across your upper lip before slipping them into your mouth, a choked sound passing his throat as he watched your mouth close around his fingers. Your hand dragged from his collar to wrap around his wrist, slowly dragging your lips up and down his fingers as you sucked your arousal from them.
“Holy fuck, such a good girl,” He praised as you pulled your lips off his fingers with a pop, his hand was quick to find your waist as he pulled you closer against him. His lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Another thing to add to your list, hm?”
“Steve,” You whispered against his lips before he could kiss you again, he pulled himself back to look down at you properly, his hand that was resting above your head lowered to brush some of your hair off your forehead.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispered back, his eyes trailing across your features before landing on your own.
You swallowed your words down gently, watching your hand as it splayed at his shoulder. “When I was with Trevor, he’d never want me to go down on him,” You watched his breath hitch in his throat, you couldn’t help sinking your lower lip into your teeth before continuing. “So, I guess I don’t really know how. I mean, I know how, but– Can you teach me? Properly?”
His lips were parted in disbelief, his hand paused on your waist at your words. You watched his mouth moving slightly but no words coming out, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips – as if he needed you to say it again.
“Can I suck your cock, please?” You whispered, leaning forward to brush your lips against his as you rolled your body into his. “Wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“Fuck, yes,” Steve managed, nodding quickly as his hand slipped up to hold the back of your head steady as he pressed his lips against yours. You felt his hips shuffling beside you, a small smirk growing against your lips. “I can teach you, baby. I said, you can do anything you want to me.”
A content sigh escaped you as your lips captured his, nodding against him as your fingers moved to wrap around the collar of his shirt to tug on it gently. He pulled his lips from yours and sat himself up slightly, pulling his shirt over his head.
He went to lean down to kiss you again, but your hand against his chest stopped him in his tracks. “God, Steve,” You mumbled gently as your eyes took in the sight before you.
Everything that you’d see of Steve everyday was beautiful. His face, his hair, his arms and his hands were all perfect. Covered in moles that kissed his skin beautifully, the curve of his jaw perfectly angled and the shape of his nose you so eagerly wanted to bite.
But seeing the rest of Steve that you didn’t see everyday, was even more beautiful. His moles and freckles danced across every inch of his chest, shoulders, arms and his stomach. His stomach that curved over the belt of his jeans ever so slightly, covered with a trail of hair that led right down to exactly where you wanted to be.
Your hand reached out to his broad shoulder, tenderly dragging your nails down to his bicep that you’d only ever seen stretched out beneath one of his t-shirts. You trailed your fingers across his chest, through the thatch of hair that covered him so perfectly.
“You’re so beautiful, Steve.” Your voice left a whisper as your eyes attempted to look at every new part of him at once, when you finally looked up to meet his eyes again he was looking at you with a look you’d never seen before.
“What?” You asked gently, pulling your hand back hesitantly from his chest but he was quick to shake his head.
He reached his hand up to find yours, pushing his fingers through your own and bringing the back of your hand to his mouth as he pressed a small kiss to the soft skin. “No, nothing. Just don’t think anyone’s ever called me beautiful before.”
“Well, then everyone else is simply blind.” Your words earned a huffed laugh from him, but you only smiled up at him as you lifted yourself up to his face. Your spare hand holding the side of his neck as your lips tenderly brushed against his, whispering softly against them. “D’you wanna maybe, sit up at the headboard? Might be easier.”
He nodded softly, pulling his hand from yours to hold the back of your head as he pressed a kiss against you. Then another, and another. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.”
You pulled away from him, shuffling backward to let him manoeuvre himself to pull some of the pillows you’d both been leaning on earlier to make room for himself. He settled against the headboard, his legs spread slightly as his hand reached out for you. “C’mere.”
As soon as your hand found his, he was quick to pull you into him, his hand settling at your waist. Your body pressed against his side as his lips pressed beneath your ear, sucking gently at the sensitive skin as your other hand pressed to his chest, eyes trailing down his body to the bulge in his jeans.
“You sure you wanna do this, honey?” He spoke against your skin, but instead of using your words you reached down slightly to press your palm against the strain of his jeans. His breath hitched against your skin, pulling his lips away to watch.
Your hand cupped his confined cock, slowly rubbing your hand backward and forward as you watched his stomach tensing. “Is this okay?” You whispered gently, your eyes watching your hand before looking down at him.
He nodded gently, his breath hitching in his throat as his spare hand came up to start unbuckling his belt. You watched his attempt, his shaky fingers struggling to release himself with one hand.
“Let me.” You whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away from his side. You shuffled down his body, straightening yourself to sit between his thighs. You sat up on your knees as your hands met to unbuckle his belt, unbutton the denim and pull the zipper down.
You lowered your head, nose nuzzling against the hair against his navel as your lips pressed wet kisses against his skin. Your eyes fluttered up to his as his breath hitched, your fingers wrapping around the waist of his jeans and slowly shimmying them down.
He lifted his hips up for you, intently watching as your eyes stayed glued to his hardened cock that laid in his boxers. You pulled the denim down, crawling backwards to assist him in pulling them off completely.
Once they were dropped to the floor, your hand found the meat of his thighs. Softly rubbing your thumb back and forth against his skin, your other hand returned to palm against him. Your eyes flickered up to watch his reaction as your hand rubbed back and forth slowly through the fabric, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your fingers wrapped around the waist of his underwear and pulled it down his thighs.
Steve’s cock was thick, it looked heavy as it sprung out of its confinement. It laid flat on his stomach, and you watched with your interest piqued as his tip glistened. Your hand reached out to wrap around his base, fingers tightening as you guided it toward you to inspect him more.
“You’re so big, baby.” Your voice whispered gently, your eyes still revelling in the feeling of how his throbbing cock felt in your hand. Your hand slowly dragged up his length, your thumb reaching out to smear the pre-cum that he’d leaked over him as your eyes met his.
“F–Fuck,” His voice croaked, his hand quick to push through your hair as his teeth left bite marks in his swollen lower lip. “You’re doing well, honey. Just take what you can, okay? Shit.” He cursed under his breath, silently thinking to himself how he won’t last long at all with this sight before him.
You nodded gently, your hand slipping down his length and shallowly pumping at his base. You lowered your head, running your tongue slowly up his cock until it circled at his tip, collecting his spend on your tongue, quick to swallow it down.
His fingers collected some strands of your hair that had fallen over your face as your lips wrapped around his tip, your hand still pumping his cock slowly. Your brows furrowed gently as your jaw stretched, your mouth not used to taking anything near the size of Steve.
“That’s it, such a good girl,” He hummed, his fingertips tracing back and forth on your scalp as he watched you. “Y–You can spit on it, if you want. Make it easier.”
You pulled yourself off of him, a small sigh passing your lips as you did. Your wrist twisted as you pumped his length, lowering your head to his tip as you pooled saliva in your mouth and let it fall from between your lips to his tip. You take him back in your mouth, humming a small moan against him as your tongue explores the feeling of him between your lips.
His head snapped back against the headboard as you sank further onto his cock, your hand squeezing his thigh as you picked up your pace. His moans hit your ear like honey as you felt him taking up more space in your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you huffed your breath through your nose.
“Look at you, honey. Taking my cock so well, fuck.” His words only spurred you on, your hand squeezing his length as it pumped the inches of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
He watched in disbelief, the sight of your spit and his pre-come pooling at the corners of your mouth. His hips rocked up slightly, earning your grip on his thigh to tighten as your lips inched down his length.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last long– You look so fucking– Shit.” Steve whined slightly as his grip on your head tightened, guiding your movements as you found your groove and picked up the pace.
You pulled yourself off him, opening your eyes to look up at him as your fist bobbed up and down his cock. Another trail of your saliva passed your lips, landing on his tip as your thumb swiped it across his tip. Your hand pulled his cock to the side as your lips lowered to his balls, your wet lips sucking on them slightly before they found the base of his cock, dragging up his length as your tongue twirled around his sensitive tip.
Steve’s lips parted in astonishment, his stomach tightening as his moans broke past his lips in a small plea. “Fuck, you’re doing so good– I’m so close, baby.”
“I want you to come for me, Steve,” You spoke gently against his tip, your lips sucking the tender skin as your hand picked up his pace. “Come in my mouth, I don't care. I wanna taste you.”
With that, you sank yourself back down on him, taking as much of his length as you could manage. Breathing through your nose, you inched down further, your head bobbing at a steady pace.
Your nose hit your hand that was circled around the base of his cock, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. You felt your eyes watering as they looked up at him, slowly pulling your hand down to hold his thigh as his hips jerked upward slightly, fucking into your mouth.
“Fuck– I’m gonna come, holy fuck–” Steve’s head hit the headboard again, but was quick to pull his gaze back to you. “Such a good girl for me, baby.” His thumb rubbed against your temple as you pulled your lips back his cock slightly, your head bobbing to match the thrust of his hips.
You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the spurt of his warm, thick come depositing into your mouth. You moaned against him at the feeling, your spare hand holding onto his hip as the other kept its pace, letting him fuck your hand and your mouth as you swallowed down everything he was offering you.
“Fuck,” He spoke through heavy breaths, his hand guiding your head off of him slowly. You pulled your lips off of him with a small pop of your mouth, watching as your hand followed suit. You brought it up to your mouth, wiping the corner of it on the back of your hand.
“Was that okay?” You asked gently as you sat between his thighs, your eyes flickering between his flagging cock and the fucked out look on his face.
He could only manage a small laugh, his arm reaching out for you which you were quick to accept. You crawled up his body, nestling yourself under his shoulder and resting your leg over his as his arm engulfed you.
“Okay? That was incredible, didn’t even need my help.” His words were gentle as his palm rubbed at your waist, his other hand coming to brush strands of your hair away that had stuck to your forehead.
Your hand settled at his chest, pushing yourself up and inching closer to his face. You paused, not knowing whether to kiss him now that your deal was over, Steve was your friend. Sure, he’d just given you the best orgasm of your life but you’d have to see him at work tomorrow.
But you were broken from your thoughts as his hand slipped to your jaw, holding you steady as his lips brushed yours tenderly. His tongue passing between your lips despite the fact he’d just come in your mouth. His grip on you tightened, squeezing you gently before pulling back slightly.
“Do you have a pen? And paper?” He whispered against your lips gently, causing you to let out a small laugh. You nodded gently, pressing your hand to his chest to lift yourself up and lean over to your bedside table, opening the drawer for your notebook and pen.
The two of you sat up as you settled back next to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around your waist as he pulled you into him. His lips pressed gentle kisses against your shoulder as he sat behind you, watching as you flicked the notebook onto a new page.
“Alright, what am I writing then?” You spoke gently, leaning into his touch as you tilted your head aside to let his lips touch wherever he wanted to.
He huffed a small laugh from behind you, fingers splaying at your waist as he mumbled against your skin. “Thought you could start writing your notes whilst they’re fresh in your brain. Now, what did you like?”
You shook your head gently, chin tucking into your chest as you giggled gently at his words. He laughed along with you, lips brushing your skin as he spoke against you. “You like it when I kiss your neck, you like it when you fuck yourself on my face,” You feel your skin burning at his words, unable to help the smirk that’s growing against your lips even though he can’t see it. “I think you liked sucking my cock, too. You were a natural.”
You played along with his words, writing down everything he was listing and the things he’d mentioned before. Once you reached the end of the list you leant forward slightly, turning to look at him as you spoke gently. “Anything else?”
“Oh, we’ll cover that next time, baby. Don’t worry about that.” He grinned at you, an eyebrow quirking as his hand tangled in your hair to pull your lips against his. You huffed a laugh against him, before mumbling against his lips.
“Next time?” You pulled back gently, not before pressing a kiss to his lips. You watched him nod down at you as his hand slipped from your hair to settle back down at your waist.
“Well, yeah, we have a lot to get through. Thank God you stole that tape.”
You discover one hot summer’s day by Lovers Lake that Steve Harrington loves your curves.
pairing: steve harrington x curvy!reader
words: 4.9k
contains: fluff, friends to lovers, curvy!reader, a little suggestive, body image issues and insecurity, body dystopia, mention of hormonal weight gain, idiots in love, mutual pining, hint of ronance, beautiful female friendships, steve harrington being the best man to ever exist, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: this fic is very personal to me and perhaps a lil self indulgant. i am a curvy girl (and proud) but recently i have been going through with some hormonal weight gain and body image issues. i'm feeling it especially during the summer months! want this fic to be a reminder to not only myself but to everyone else to please be kind to yourself 💗 truly, it is only assholes and people not worth your time who care about how much you weigh or the way you look. all bodies are beautiful and remember steve harrington loves thick thighs! please enjoy ☀️
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When Robin had suggested a day out by Lover's Lake, you had said yes because it was just meant to be the two of you. Then Robin had asked Nancy to come along too (because of course she did) which you were fine with, you liked Nancy and didn’t have a problem with it. A girl’s day out by the lake was exactly what you needed.
But then Mike had found out and of course—he couldn't keep his mouth shut. And suddenly what was meant to be a quiet day out by the lake had turned into the entire party coming, along with Jonathan, Eddie and Steve. And all of a sudden—you found yourself dreading it.
You dreaded the thought of having to take your dress off for a dip in the lake in front of so many people, the thought of the others seeing your body in a bikini made you feel anxious. You had always been curvy and proud of it but some hormonal weight gain had meant this summer that you were even curvier and it was something you were trying to navigate—loving your curves while simultaneously aware that you just felt off. Like your body wasn’t entirely your own or that you felt as though you were taking up space you didn’t before. You hated having to buy almost a whole new wardrobe for the summer and that your thighs chaffing was now something you were having to deal with.
But you didn’t cancel, despite the fact you really wanted to. Because Max and El had been so excited and you didn’t want to let them down. And you didn’t want to stop yourself from spending time with your friends just because you didn’t feel good about your body.
You hoped that you could get away with just sitting at the lake’s edge, of maybe just dipping your toes in. But then the day came and the Indiana sun was sweltering. The heat was unforgiving as you sat on the small picnic blanket you had set out while the others had run straight to the lake.
Your thighs were already sticking together beneath your dress despite only arriving five minutes ago and you were trying not to think too much about it.
“You good?”
You jump a little at the sound of Steve’s voice, having not even realised he had not joined the others in the rush into the glistening water of Lover’s Lake.
“Yeah, I’m—” you turn to look at Steve and almost instantly regret it. Because Steve was wearing a backwards baseball cap and some red swimming trunks, standing right in front of you looking so gorgeous that suddenly, you had forgotten the entirety of the English language.
Because Steve may be one of your friends, but his presence always caused a fluttery feeling in your stomach. And the sight of his bare chest—of his broad shoulders, the various freckles and moles dotted over his skin, his soft belly and that generous smattering of hair over his chest—well, it made your mouth feel incredibly dry.
“You, what?” Steve asks, seemingly oblivious to you almost ogling him as he tilts his head to the side as though mildly concerned at your lack of response.
God—you wished that he wasn’t so lovely. That way, you might not have developed this stupid crush on him.
It happened gradually over the years. Steve had gone from being the guy you never spoke to in high school because he was popular and threw parties almost every weekend (ones that you had never been invited to) to the guy who bought you blueberry muffins when you were on the early shift at the pharmacy that sat next to Family Video just because. The guy who you now consider to be one of your best friends. The guy you were desperately in love with but didn’t stand a chance with.
“I’m good,” you tell him finally, forcing a smile despite the fact the heat from the sun was already getting to you. “Just a bit hot, that’s all.”
“Bit hot is an understatement,” Steve grins down at you. “A dip in the lake should cool you down though.”
You swallow at the suggestion, your skin prickling at the thought of taking off your dress in front of Steve, of all people. Steve—who was so gorgeous that it made you aware of the sweat gathering beneath your breasts, made you aware of the fact that your body didn’t look like any of the girls he had been with previously. You had thought about the latter a lot more than you cared to admit.
“I’m fine for now,” you tell him with what you hope was a convincing smile.
Steve nods and part of you hopes, as he looks away from you, that he’ll leave you there. That he’ll take your word for it, join the others in the lake and you could watch from your spot on the picnic blanket without needing to think of an excuse to not join him in the lake. But of course, Steve was too good of a friend to just leave you on your own.
He sits himself down on the blanket beside you, his thigh pressing against yours and making your stomach feel as though it was made out of goo. Because Steve Harrington had that effect on you.
“Well, I’m not going to just leave you out here by yourself,” Steve declares, leaning back on his hands and making all intelligent thoughts leave your brain at the sight of him lounging shirtless beside you.
Your face warms and for once, you’re grateful for the sweltering heat. “You don’t have to,” you tell him. “It’s fine. Really, it’s—”
But he shuts you up by carefully placing his baseball cap on top of your head.
“I’m good here,” he tells you with a smile that devastates you in the best way possible. “You’re way more fun than those losers anyway.”
It was hard not to react to that—the corners of your mouth twitch and your face now feels hot to the touch but thankfully, a yell from the lake saves you from responding.
“I heard that!” Dustin Henderson yells from the water.
The day only got hotter as the afternoon wore on. You made sure to keep hydrated, but you were still so hot and the lake was taunting you.
Steve had been dragged into the lake by Eddie some ten minutes after he had sat down beside you. Once again, you had politely declined the offer to join him and the others in the lake and it was something close to torture to watch Steve—skin wet, water dripping from the coarse hair over his chest, laughing loudly as Max cussed Lucas out for splashing her.
“He looks like a wet dog,” Robin comments, a slight frown on her face as she drops a cold bottle of water from the ice cooler onto your lap, jolting you. “I seriously don’t know why you like him when he’s got all that on his chest.”
“Robin!” You yelp, eyes wide as she plops herself down next to you. You look over to where Eddie and Jonathan were arguing over the correct way to set up the barbeque nearby. “What if someone—”
“Relax,” Robin tells you, waving a hand as though it was nothing, as though your face wasn’t burning from her comment at the thought of anyone overhearing—of Steve overhearing. “I’m not going to scream it from the rooftops. I’m subtle,” you let out a small snort of laughter because nothing about Robin Buckley was subtle. “You however gawking at him like that—”
“—I was not gawking—”
“—you’re totally gawking. Like if you were in a cartoon, you’d just be drooling from your mouth and—”
“—okay, I get it,” you say, bringing your knees up to your chest and looking anywhere but down at the water where Steve’s back was on full display—muscles rippling as he stretched and looking so delectable and gorgeous and— “I can’t help it, okay? I just—”
“Really like him?” Robin offers with a small smile before nudging your arm. “Yeah, I know.”
You sigh before you uncap the bottle of water she had bought you, bringing the bottle to your lips and taking a long sip. The near ice cold water was heaven in your mouth, the liquid sliding down your throat and giving you some minor relief from the heat.
Robin doesn’t say anything, just watches you thoughtfully before she looks out over the lake—at the sun making the water sparkle, at the heatwaves making the trees on the other side of the lake move.
“I’m sorry that everyone else tagged along,” Robin murmurs, glancing at you. “You know I can’t say no to those kids. I mean, they’re little shits but—”
“—you don’t need to apologise Robin,” you tell her with a faint smile.
“But I feel bad,” she says, her eyes flickering down as though suddenly interested in the embroidery on the picnic blanket. “I mean—you haven’t been in the water yet.”
Your stomach turns, you shift on the blanket and you feel your calves sticking to the backs of your thighs from sweat. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Robin—not right now. You knew she would tell you that you didn’t have to feel uncomfortable, that the others didn’t care about the bit of extra weight you had put on. But the fact of the matter was—you cared, despite your best efforts not to. You cared.
“I’m fine,” you tell her with a slightly forced smile. “Really.”
Robin opens her mouth to respond, likely to call you out for your blatant lie but the sudden appearance of Nancy Wheeler shuts her up.
“Hey,” Nancy greets you both brightly, her eyes flickering over to Robin for a brief second before she sits herself down on the blanket directly opposite from you.
“H-hi Nance,” Robin stutters a little and you have to fight the urge to tease her for it.
Nancy smiles at Robin before her eyes flit over to you. “Steve keeps asking if you’re okay.”
Your face burns at Nancy’s words but you try your best not to react. Not to show how her words had made your stomach turn and made you feel as though your entire world had turned on its axis.
“Oh,” was all you managed to say. “Yeah—I’m ok—”
“—I think he likes you back.”
It was quiet and then—
“Robin—”
“—I didn’t tell her!” Robin insists, her face paling as she looks from you to Nancy and back again. “I swear! I didn’t—”
Nancy laughs and all you wanted was for the ground to swallow you whole.
“I’m very observant,” Nancy explains. “And the way you’re looking at each other—it’s kind of obvious.”
You blink—not fully registering Nancy’s words because there was no way that Steve Harrington looked at you like anything more than just a friend. She had to be lying, she had to—
“I mean—I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he keeps looking over at you and he’s asked me and Robin like fifteen times since we got here if you were okay.”
“He has?” You ask, looking from Nancy to Robin and back again.
“Almost as much as you’ve been looking at him,” Robin tells you. “He’s probably just waiting until you take that dress off.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. “Well, he’d be very disappointed if I did.”
The words slip out before you could stop them and you don’t miss the look on both Robin and Nancy’s faces. The way Robin’s face falls slightly and Nancy looks slightly taken aback.
You swallow, face warming as you nervously adjust Steve’s cap that was still perched on your head. “I just mean—”
“—don’t start,” Robin tells you in an almost serious voice. “If you say one bad thing about yourself, I will sell that signed Bonnie Tyler vinyl you have.”
“You dare—”
“—then be kind to yourself,” Nancy says with an encouraging smile. “Because trust me, Steve would not be disappointed by you. Not at all.”
You chew your bottom lip between your teeth, wanting to believe Nancy’s words but at the same time, that small bit of doubt that lives in your ribcage seemed to gnaw at your insides, reminding you of every horrible thought you had ever had about yourself. Thoughts that would probably make Robin slap you, ones that made you compare yourself to every woman you had ever seen him with—made you compare yourself to someone like Nancy.
As though being able to read your mind, Nancy gives you a look—not sympathy, not pity, just understanding.
“He never looked at me like that,” she tells you simply. “He never looked at me like there wasn’t a single thing about me he’d change.”
Something that felt dangerously like hope twisted in your gut, your eyes drifting back over to Steve to find him already looking over at you. When he catches your eye, you swear you see his cheeks flush just a little. You watch as a smile spreads across his face before he lifts a hand to wave at you. You can barely stop yourself from smiling as you wave back at him.
“You two are sickening,” Robin says affectionately, a small smile pulling at her lips despite herself.
“It’s sweet,” Nancy says fondly.
“He even gave you his hat. Protecting you from the sun and all,” Robin comments, nodding to Steve’s baseball cap still perched on your head. “Now that’s love.”
You snort with laughter, despite the fact your face was burning at her words. “It’s just a hat, Rob,” you tell her even though you knew deep down that it wasn’t just a hat—this particular baseball cap was the one that Steve had been given by one of his favourite baseball players when he was seven years old. The hat that he had once yelled at Dustin for daring to borrow. It was not just a hat and you knew that.
“Hmm,” Robin hums as she shares a look with Nancy. “Sure. Just a hat. Keep telling yourself that.”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach was squirming, the way it was near impossible to not smile.
“Well, I need to cool down,” Nancy announces, standing up, slipping her top over her head before unbuttoning her denim shorts while Robin looks as though she had forgotten how to breathe. “Want to come with?” She asks you, holding out her hand for you to take.
You stare at her hand for a long moment, weighing up the options. You could refuse—you could spend the rest of the day in the near unbearable heat, chasing the shade and watching your friends have fun in the water without you. Or you could take the plunge, ignore the doubt and cool down in the glittering lake. Maybe see if Robin and Nancy were right about Steve.
You swallow before you take Nancy’s outstretched hand to allow her to pull you up to your feet.
“You got this,” she whispers encouragingly, taking Steve’s cap off your head and dropping it onto Robin’s lap.
You smile shyly back at her before glancing back over at Steve who was once again already looking over at you. The look on his face, the softness in his eyes and hopeful expression on his face makes your stomach turn. And it was the look on his face, along with the feeling burning in your lower stomach that you found the confidence to finally peel your dress from your body to reveal the cherry red bikini beneath that stood out against your skin.
And shockingly, the world did not come to an end at the sight of you in a bikini. Nothing really changed. The kids were still arguing over the rules of sharks and minnows, Jonathan and Eddie were debating over how long to cook the burgers.
The only thing that had changed was Steve’s face. Because suddenly, Steve Harrington was looking at you in a way that he never had before. It was the sort of look that you hoped you’d never forget. The kind of look you wanted to bottle and save for a rainy day, the look that made you forget all about the sweat that had built up in the valley of your breasts, of the softness of your stomach, of the fact the fat of your thighs jiggled as you follow Nancy towards the lake.
Steve’s honeyned brown eyes were wide, following every movement of yours with parted lips and not paying attention to the kids trying to kill each other in front of him.
“See?” Nancy whispers to you, nudging your arm with a wry smile playing across her lips. “He is anything but disappointed right now.”
The moment you slipped into the water right after Nancy, relief flooded through you. The heat that had been prickling your skin only moments before was replaced by the cold lake water. It lapped at your skin as the lower half of your body was submerged in the water, your stomach tightening at the cold before you waded further into the water behind Nancy.
Nancy turns around, smiling widely at you. “Not so bad, is it?”
You couldn’t deny that she was right because the thought of what could have happened was much worse than the reality. In reality, no one cared. No one thought less of you because you dared to show more skin. No one was cruel, no one laughed. In fact, Max and El smiled widely when they realised you were finally in the water, both girls rushing over to you to gush about how great you looked, how incredible you looked in a bikini. Their comments and kindness made your eyes sting in a way you would blame on forgetting your sunglasses on the picnic blanket.
“Red is so your colour,” Max tells you.
“It is,” El agrees with a nod.
“I think you’ve broken Harrington though,” Max says with a snort of laughter, nudging El’s arm and pointing towards Steve who was red in the face and trying his very best (and failing) to not stare at your cleavage. “Honestly, you’d think he’s never seen boobs before.”
“Max!” You try to scold her while your own face burns at her comment coupled with the feeling of Steve’s eyes on you. “He’s not looking at my—”
“—he is,” El tells you bluntly. “He’s not very subtle about it.”
You laugh, nerves bubbling in your stomach as you chance a glance over at Steve who had seemed finally able to drag his eyes away from you just in time for him to tell Dustin off for nearly drowning Will. Still, Steve’s eyes flicker back over to you and when he sees you looking at him he shoots you a devastatingly handsome smile.
“Go talk to her, idiot,” Dustin tells Steve in a carrying voice, whacking him on the arm. “You think gawking at her is gonna impress her? You know, with Suzie I—”
The rest of Dustin’s sentence was cut off by Lucas dunking his head beneath the water.
You bite back a laugh, trying to ignore the way your heart was thumping in your chest.
Steve did eventually drift over to you, after preventing yet another would-be drowning. Nancy, Max and El swim away with you with every intention of eavesdropping on yours and Steve's conversation as he treads water in front of you with a dopey smile on his face.
“You finally got in,” he says with a smile, eyes dipping to your chest for a brief second before forcing himself to look at your face, the tips of his ears turning pink. “To the lake I mean. ‘Cause you looked pretty hot out there earlier—I mean, um—because of the heat y’know. It’s really hot today so obviously you were hot too. Not that you don’t look hot um—”
In all the years you had known Steve Harrington, you had never known him to be nervous but right now, in front of you? The man was floundering.
“God, this is painful to watch,” Max comments from a few feet away, floating on her back alongside a giggling El.
“Tell me about it,” Steve mutters to himself, scratching the back of his neck and allowing you a glorious view of his biceps, still wet from lake water.
“You good?” You ask him with a bright laugh, one that makes him look over at you, makes his mouth twitch as though trying not to smile.
“Yeah, grand,” Steve replies. “Just um—you look good. Like really good. Not that you don’t always look good because you do. I mean, good is an understatement. You always look pretty. No, beautiful. You always look beautiful but right now you look—wow.”
His words tumble out so quickly that you barely have time to process them but when you finally do, something swoops low in your belly, making you feel hot in a way that has nothing to do with the sun still beating down on you and everything to do with the man standing in front of you.
When you say nothing, because you’re too busy trying to comprehend what had just come out of Steve’s mouth, he adds, “I uh—I used to be a lot smoother than this, I swear.”
The comment makes you laugh and your laugh makes Steve laugh, albeit a little nervous.
“What changed?” You ask him, a small smile playing on your lips as you tilt your head to the side to consider him.
Steve seems to bite the inside of his cheek, his eyes dancing over your face in a way that seems to steal the breath from your lungs, making you feel like you were the only two people in the lake, like you were the only two people for miles (despite in the back of your mind, knowing you had an audience).
“You,” Steve says simply in a low voice that makes you feel more alive than you had ever felt before.
And yet—there was still that small part of you that wondered if it was pity or if you were imagining things or—
A sudden splash of water to your right makes you yelp and Steve swear loudly.
“Henderson! You little shit—”
Steve goes to lunge for Dustin but Max gets there first, whacking Dustin on the back of the head with a loud smack!
“Ouch!” Dustin grumbles, glaring at Max. “What was that for—”
“—they were having a moment, moron!”
Steve looked as though he wanted nothing more than to submerge himself into the water and not resurface. While you were trying hard not to let self doubt creep in again but it was beginning to slip beneath the cracks.
“Hey,” Steve murmurs suddenly, stepping closer to you in the water and causing you to jump slightly, your arms wrapping around yourself as though wanting to cover the parts of you that left Steve’s mouth feeling dry.
And Steve—he can see right through you. Because he noticed everything about you and so, of course he had noticed the way you had been quiet after a shopping trip with Robin, how your face had once fallen when your thighs had clapped together in front of him and he had noticed how much you wanted to cover up, even in the summer months. He noticed all of this and god—it killed him.
Because to Steve, you were the most beautiful girl in the world. And it broke his heart to think that you wanted to hide from everyone, from him.
“Hi,” you whisper back. You smile back at him but your arms are still locked around your body, your stomach pressing against your forearm in a way it didn’t a few months ago. The contact makes your stomach churn because you hated the fact it bothered you, you hated the fact that you were beginning to measure your worth by your body.
Almost like he could read your thoughts, Steve stepped even closer, his large hands gently wrapping around your wrists. He doesn’t pull them away. Not yet. He just looks back at you with a soft, kind expression that makes your heart feel as though it had doubled in size.
“I can see right through you, you know that?” Steve tells you gently, dragging a thumb across your skin and making your arm erupt with goosebumps. The sight and the knowledge that he had that effect on you makes his mouth twitch, but he doesn’t comment on it.
“What are you thinking?” He asks gently, head tilting as he studies you. “Tell me. Please.”
You swallow, heart pounding in your chest as you lift your eyes to meet his. Under his gaze, you felt every nerve in your body, you felt your pulse beneath your skin and you felt his touch, like fire against you.
“I just—” you begin, your tongue darting out to lick the corner of your mouth as you consider your words carefully. “I want to be sure if—that this isn’t pity or—or you just being nice or—”
“—pity?” Steve repeats, eyes widening slightly, completely taken aback by your words. “You think—think that I pity you? Why would I?”
As soon as the words fall from his lips, you know how ridiculous you were for even thinking that Steve would pity you over the way you look. Because this was Steve and he was kind, honest and genuine.
“I just—I don’t feel great about myself right now and—I guess that find it hard to believe that you would—you know—”
“—like you?” Steve asks and your breath hitches as he tugs your arms away from your stomach so he could rest one hand on your hip. “Be attracted to you? Is that so hard to believe?”
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, trying hard not to think about Steve touching you right now, trying not to think about the others who were pretending not to watch this exchange with baited breath.
“Not because I think you’re too shallow or anything I just—I just find it hard to believe anyone would—”
Something inside of Steve breaks at your admission because fuck, you were beautiful. And he hated—hated—that there was a part of you that couldn’t see what he did.
“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” He asks, fingers gliding across your skin, over the curve of your hip, your lower back (dangerously close to the top of your ass) and finally over your stomach. “I mean—shit—this bikini it—it’s killing me. You look—fuck—I can’t even really say or I’m going to embarrass myself but you’re gorgeous and I’m not just saying that to be nice. I’m saying it because it’s true. You. Are. Beautiful. And I hope to god that one day you’ll be able to see yourself from my point of view. See how fucking gorgeous you are.”
“But until then,” Steve murmurs, lifting a hand to gently cup your cheek, holding you as though you were something precious. “I don’t know how else to convince you other than—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence because before you could even begin to understand what was about to happen—he was tugging your body flush against his and leaning in to brush his lips against yours. His mouth was warm, soft and he was kissing you so gently that you were struggling to remember how to breathe, even your own name was a blur.
The sounds of Robin screaming in delight, of Eddie and Jonathan both cheering and Dustin pretending to gag all turned into nothing as you kissed Steve back. A warmth spreads through your stomach as he groans softly against your lips, tilting your head back just so to deepen the kiss.
Truthfully, you could have kissed him for hours. Days, even. Especially when you parted your lips and his tongue eagerly licked into your mouth, brushing against yours and causing a fire in your gut that had you clinging to his biceps in order to keep yourself tethered to him.
“Keep it PG guys!” Eddie yells and you both finally pull away, breathless and struggling to form a coherent sentence. “There’s children present!”
“Sorry,” Steve grins, lips swollen and cheeks a little flushed as his fingers splay across your hip as though desperate to explore more of your curves, eager to touch every part of you that had kept him awake at night. “My girl’s just hard to resist.”
Heat blooms across your face as the girls squeal and Dustin groans in disgust.
“Your girl?” You whisper back to Steve with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Steve murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek—chaste but leaves your skin burning. “That okay?”
“More than okay,” you tell him with a smile that was almost painful to hold back.
“Food’s ready!” Jonathan calls out. The kids all race out of the water but you stay next to Steve, your body thrumming with want as his hand finally allows itself to dip to the swell of your ass beneath the water.
“You want to grab food?” You ask him, trying to keep a straight face as his fingers squeeze the globe of your ass.
“Think I need five minutes,” Steve says with a slightly sheepish expression, leaning in to press a kiss to your hairline. “Maybe ten. Blame the bikini.”
You laugh and Steve can’t help but join you, that doubt in your ribcage lessening just enough to not think twice as his hands continue to roam over your body.
“Hey Steve!” Robin calls out. “I um—I think I got mustard on your hat.”
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader
summary: it was a clear rule at family video that you never, ever borrow the tapes. and as their star employee, you never did. but after breaking up with your boyfriend, an x-rated tape was what you needed to prepare yourself for your next date. or would it be Steve Harrington?
wc: 10.8k
warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), inexperienced reader, oral sex (f & m receiving), finger sucking, nipple play, dirty talk, praise
Most of the time, Steve’s thirty minute break was the only minutes of peace he’d have to himself the entire day. He’d start his morning quietly, waking up alone in his house and making his way to work. But the minute he’d push his way through those doors, chaos would ensue.
Especially during the summer. Kids, teenagers and adults alike all bustling around Family Video in search for something specific. He’d deal with it all. The sweet elderly women that stood talking to him for too long because he was just too lovely, the group of kids who’d linger for way too long and completely ignore his shooing them away.
And after work would almost always entail driving straight from work to wherever he was needed. Sometimes it would just be picking up Dustin and Lucas, dropping them home safely from Will’s house. Or Robin’s house for movie night, bringing along whatever tape he’d swiped that afternoon.
It was something that was very frowned upon, but all the employees did. Sneak the odd tape or two in their bag, watch it that night and return it on their next shift like it had never been missing in the first place.
Well, all the employees except for you. You wouldn’t say that you were Family Video’s star employee, but if somebody else said that – you wouldn’t deny it.
You were always early to every shift, your uniform always perfectly tidy and straightened. You never took too long on your break, you’d even sometimes head back onto the shop floor a few minutes earlier if you could hear the herds of people from the breakroom. You’d always pick up any extra shifts, or cover anybody if they needed to.
And you never, ever swiped any tapes. And everybody knew that.
On this surprisingly quiet Thursday evening, Steve was finally clocking out to take his break. He’d packed himself a peanut butter sandwich this morning, along with a bag of chips that had gotten slightly crushed from his trip from his car this morning.
“I’m gonna take my thirty now, will you be alright out here on your own?” You heard Steve ask from behind you. You stood at the front counter, restocking the rows of candy that was kept at the front of the store.
Your hands paused on a bar of Snickers, you turned to glance over your shoulder to see Steve leaning against the counter behind you with his arms crossed, twirling his little brown paper bag between his fingers.
A small laugh escaping your lips as you looked across the shop floor, eyes focusing on two young girls browsing in one of the aisles. “I think I can handle it. Go put your feet up, enjoy your break.”
Steve huffed a laugh, nodding at you before tightening his grip on his sacked lunch. He turned on his feet and made his way to the back of the store, pushing the door open with his elbow as he sauntered through.
The break room was on the smaller side. A table in the middle of the room with a few mismatched chairs, a countertop lining the side of the room where the employees would keep their bags despite the hooks hanging just above it.
There was a small pile of magazines that laid on the counter, different genres that people would bring to work and then discard for others to read after. As Steve passed them, he grabbed the one on the top to keep his mind occupied whilst he ate.
Spin. Hm, not his first choice, but it’ll do. One hand held his flattened sandwich to his mouth whilst the other flicked through the pages, his eyes reading over an article about Prince.
His eyes flickered to the clock that sat above the door, reading seven thirty. He huffed out a sigh, flicking the magazine that he’d read back to front closed and pushed himself from his chair. He shoved his empty packet of chips into the brown paper bag, and tossed it into the trashcan underneath the counter.
As Steve was mentally preparing himself to return to work for the next two and a half hours, he dropped the magazine onto the stack with the others as he passed it, but something caught his eye.
Right next to the pile, was a brown leather handbag that was slightly scuffed with wear, a red ribbon tied around one of the handles. He knew that it was yours, he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. But something that he hadn’t seen before was the tape that was poking out of it.
He took a step closer, his eyes squinting as he leant down, not wanting to touch your bag but couldn’t ignore his interest. His fingers wrapped around the corner of the tape, slowly pulling it out to reveal Pretty Peaches 2, an orange cover with a woman clad in black lingerie.
“What the–” He mumbled to himself, his eyebrows knitting together as he turned the tape over to read the back. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, clearing it as he carefully slipped the tape back into place where he’d found it.
Steve wiped the corner of the tape as if to wash away his fingerprints, and quickly scurried out of the breakroom. He adjusted his vest as he looked over the rest of the store, the two girls who’d been in earlier had now left, just leaving you at the front of the store still organising the candy.
He felt his mouth go dry once his eyes landed on you, his tongue slipping past his lips to swipe across his lower lip as he attempted to steady himself. He didn’t know what was more puzzling, the fact that you were keeping porn in your bag or the fact that you’d actually swiped a tape.
You glanced up as you felt Steve making his way over to you, flashing him a wide smile as you placed a packet of Reece’s Pieces on the stand. “Nice break?”
The softness of your voice hit his ears like honey, he flashed you a tight smile as he leant against the counter in front of you. His arms slipped across his chest, as if a shield of armour to protect himself from this secret he was now hiding. “Yeah, was great.”
You’d known Steve for a while now, from working together here. You’d been a friend of Robin’s in high school, of course you knew of Steve but he was never somebody whose circle you ran in. Robin had got you a job here shortly after the two of them started working here, and you slotted perfectly right into their little group.
When you weren’t at work, you were hanging out with your boyfriend, Trevor. But after your break up two months ago, you were now spending your time with Robin and Steve. You’d gotten to know Steve quite well, he was a charismatic and caring friend who carried himself with a lot of confidence. He was really funny, always making you laugh even when you were feeling down about your breakup. You’d also, obviously, noticed that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
He watched as your eyes glanced over him, taking in his quietened demeanor. He’d usually jump at the opportunity of a quiet store to spiel about a stupid story that you’d heard a million times but always made you laugh anyway, just to hear it.
“You alright?” You pressed gently, grabbing the empty box that was holding all of the new candy and rounded to the other side of the counter to push it beneath it, making a mental note to take it out the back with you when you leave.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.” He practically laughed out with disbelief, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck before lowering it back to cross his chest.
Your eyebrows furrowed gently, but ultimately decided not to press it any further. You just got on with your closing tasks for the day, the clock ticking and ticking on until it finally hit ten o’clock.
“Do you want a ride home?” Steve asked, leaping forward to grab the empty box from you as you made your way to the break room to grab your stuff.
“Oh, that’d be great. Thanks, Steve,” You flashed him a smile as you let him take the box from you, tilting your head toward the breakroom before stepping toward it. “Let me grab my stuff, I’ll be just a minute.”
He nodded gently as he watched you disappear through the door, exhaling the breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. It seemed like forever that he was hearing you shuffling about in there, he even thought he heard you talking to yourself until you finally swung the door open and stepped out.
“Ready to go?” He spoke as he adjusted the box under his arm, twisting his car keys around his finger before closing them in his palm.
“Ready.” You gave him a small nod, crossing the store to flick off the lightswitch before walking the two of you to the back door. Steve thanked you as you held it open for him, jogging over to the large recycling bin to chuck the box into.
You locked up the back door, making your way over to Steve’s car. He was quick to catch up to you, making sure to open the passenger door for you like always. You thanked him as you slipped inside, pulling your seatbelt on as he rounded the car.
Steve’s door shut behind him as he settled into his seat, twisting the key in the car as he glanced over at you. Your bag sat close to you on your lap, your fingers holding it as if someone was going to pry the door open and swipe it from your hands.
“So, you got any plans for tonight?” Steve asked softly, turning over his shoulder to check his mirrors as he pulled out of the empty car park, his attention turning to you as his hand put the car into gear.
“Uh,” You took your lower lip between your teeth as you thought, trying to think of an excuse. You obviously weren’t going to tell Steve about the tape in your bag, and what you were actually going to do tonight. “Probably just watch a movie or something.”
Steve nodded at your words, his eyes focused on the dark night ahead of him. “Any movie in particular?” He glanced over at you, without thinking his eyes dropped to your bag beneath your tight grip.
When his eyes met yours again, your lips parted slightly and your expression turned into something like a deer caught in headlights. Steve cleared his throat, turning his attention back in front of him as you shuffled in your seat.
“You saw it?” Your voice left as a whisper, you could feel the heat rising to your skin. Your chest tightening as you kept your eyes on Steve, your grip loosening on your bag as you let out a small sigh.
“I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t looking through your stuff or anything, God– I’m not a creep,” He laughed awkwardly, clearing his throat before continuing. “I was just putting one of the magazines back and your bag was open, I swear I–” When he finally looked over at you, your hand was covering your face.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just– I was surprised, didn’t peg you for the porn type.” His voice mumbled the last few words, catching your glare as your hands dropped to the bag on your lap.
“It’s fine, Steve,” You finally said with a shrug of your shoulder, your fingers pulling the zipper open and wrapping around the tape. “I’m not the porn type, to be honest.”
“No? Well, I’d say the tape that you smuggled from work would beg to differ.” He snickered, a small smirk fighting his features as he glanced over at you now he knew you weren’t angry at him for finding it.
You scoffed, your hand reaching over to swat against his arm before looking down at the tape. “I didn’t take it to like, get off to or anything.” Your voice spoke softly, your eyes avoiding his as you looked down at the woman on the cover.
Steve swallowed thickly, battling down any thoughts of you alone in your room watching that tape that were now at the forefront of his mind. He cricked his neck slightly, hands tightening on the wheel as he spoke. “No? Why’d you take it then? Appreciate the camera work?”
A laugh huffed past your lips at his words, shaking your head gently as you stuffed the tape back into your bag and zipped it back up. “It’s kinda.. Embarrassing.” You whispered softly, twirling your finger around the ribbon that laid across your lap.
“Embarrassing?” Steve questioned, turning the car down onto your street. You felt him glance over at you, and when you met his gaze he was looking at you with a look you hadn’t seen from him before. Maybe, concern? “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”
You took in a long breath, exhaling it as your gaze turned to watch your house inch closer and closer. “It’s just– Me and Trevor obviously broke up like, two months ago. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Steve pulled up his car outside of your house, flicking off the engine and turning his body to you to give you his full attention, his voice soft as he spoke. “That’s not embarrassing.”
“Yeah, no, I know. I’m not embarrassed about that,” You said quickly, debating on whether you should continue or just duck and roll out of the car and into the dark of your bedroom. “I was with Trevor for a long time, like five years, we were each other's first everything. But, he was never really into sex. I could probably count on one hand how many times we fucked in the last like, year of our relationship.”
Steve’s lips pursed shut slightly, his eyes wandering your features that were highlighted from the streetlamps that sat outside his car. “That’s also not embarrassing.”
You scoffed a small laugh, your head leaning back into the headrest before turning it to look at him. “I have a date on Saturday night, and I don’t know how it’s gonna go or if anything will even happen. But, I wanna be prepared. Hence, my homework.” You lifted up your bag with that, the tape rustling in your bag.
“Oh– Oh, right,” Steve caught on to your idea, shifting slightly in his seat as he cleared his throat. “So, you’re gonna watch porn and study?”
A laugh fell past your lips, nodding your head as your hand ducked to unclip your seatbelt. “Pretty much. My parents are away for the weekend, so I’m gonna make some popcorn and write some notes.”
Steve laughed with you, nodding his head as he watched you hook your bag over your shoulder and open the car door. “Well, have a good time, I guess.” His eyebrow twitched at his words, unsure how to wish somebody luck with studying porn.
“Thanks, Harrington. And thanks for the ride.” You smiled over at him as you shut the door, offering him a wave before fishing in your bag for your key as you walked up the pathway to your front door.
Steve’s mind was whirling at a million miles a minute. Thinking of you sitting there all alone watching porn, thinking of what you’d look like with your hand inevitably slipping between your legs under your skirt.
If Steve was completely, utterly, totally honest with himself, he did always have some resemblance of undiscovered feelings for you. He couldn’t name exactly when it started, he’d thought you were pretty cute when Robin introduced the two of you. But you had a boyfriend and Steve was a gentleman.
But when you’d broken up with Trevor, things for Steve changed.
His breath hitched in his throat, and before he could stop himself he was unclicking his own seatbelt and slamming his door shut behind him.
“Hey!” He called out your name, jogging slightly to catch up with you as you’d stepped into your house. Your eyebrows furrowed as he walked up to your door, his hands slipping into his pocket as he toed up to your porch. “Uh, you– you can totally say no. But, if you’re just gonna sit there and study, I have nothing to do tonight. I can hold the popcorn bowl, answer any questions that you might have.”
Your eyebrows furrowed gently at his proposition, your tongue jutting over your lower lip as you glanced over your shoulder into your empty house. You’d always found Steve attractive, it was never a surprise to you that he did well with girls, but he was your friend. Watching porn with him would be stupid, right? You couldn’t do that. Not when the sounds of moans or slapping skin is filling up the room, or when you could just reach over–
“Sure,” You choked, completely ignoring every voice in your brain screaming no. You stepped further into your entry, holding the door open for him. “Come on in.”
The house somehow felt even quieter and emptier once Steve had shut the door behind him. Your finger flicked the big light on, your eyes squinting slightly as the warm bulb lit up the room you and Steve were both now standing in.
“The TV in here isn’t working,” You said with your back turned to Steve as you pushed your shoes off, toeing them to line up by the back door before peering over to him. “Is it weird if we watch it in my room?”
Steve laughed gently as he shrugged a shoulder, copying your actions by pushing off his own shoes. “Not necessarily, nothin’ weird about two friends researching porn together.” His hands slipped into his pockets, straightening his posture as he smiled down at you.
You nodded gently, taking your bag off your shoulder and swinging it by your side as you glanced around you slightly. “I guess you’re right. Follow me, then.” You began walking backwards, beckoning him with your hand as you made your way up the staircase toward your bedroom.
It soon dawned on you that Steve had never been inside your house before, let alone your bedroom. God, did you even make your bed this morning? What about that pile of laundry you took upstairs last night?
When you pushed your door open, you exhaled a short breath at the sight of your made bed and tidy room. You held it open for Steve, waiting until he’d passed you to click it shut.
“Nice room.” Steve observed as he perched himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers reaching out to grab a photo of you and Robin that you kept on your nightstand. You watched him smile gently at it, before catching your gaze and placing it back where it lived.
“Thank you very much,” You smiled, sitting your bag next to him as you shrugged off your uniformed vest. You crossed your room, hanging it over the back of your chair, clearing your throat as you looked over at Steve. “You can make yourself comfortable, you know.”
“Oh– Yeah, right.” He mumbled, fingers battling his own vest off as you grabbed an old sweatshirt from your wardrobe, along with a pair of your sleep shorts. You pulled the sweater over your head, manoeuvring your arms out of your t-shirt beneath it and pulled it out of the neck of your sweater.
You rounded to the other side of your bed so you were behind Steve, quickly glancing to make sure he was facing away from you as you stepped into your shorts. You were swift to pull them up before shimmying out of your skirt, taking your discarded clothes in your hands and dropping them into your laundry basket.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You joked as you made your way back to Steve’s side of the bed, glancing down at him as your fingers hovered over the zip of your bag.
Steve’s eyebrows furrowed gently as he nodded up at you, his expression reading that he’d do anything to help out a friend, that’s just the kind of guy he was. “Of course, if you’re sure then I’m happy to help.”
Your own eyebrows raised slightly as you squinted down at him, ultimately deciding if this was going to be a good idea. No, it wasn’t. But you’d already grabbed the tape and made your way over to your DVR to slip the tape in.
“Alright then,” You announced as you spun around and climbed onto your bed, crawling up it to sit against your headboard. Steve turned over his shoulder to you at your words, a small smile creeping on his lips as you patted the mattress next to yourself. “Let’s watch some porn, I guess.”
A small sound you couldn’t name escaped Steve’s throat, nodding as he swung his own legs onto your bed to crawl up to sit beside you. He sat a fair bit away from you, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows up on them. “Let’s watch some porn.”
You snorted a laugh gently as you looked up at him, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you lifted your remote to point it at the TV. Your room suddenly filling with the sound of the cheesiest attempt of sexy instrumental music, a woman in black lingerie taking over the screen that sat at the end of your bed.
The woman was gorgeous, slender and blonde with a body that you’d see on the cover of a magazine. Your eyes dialed in as you watched her straddle the man that had just come onto the screen, the close ups of their mouths and tongues moving in unison was a lot more erotic than you’d ever seen, ever even experienced.
The screen showed the man’s hands trailing up and down her body, over her breasts and settling on her back. You glanced over at Steve, who was also completely clocked in on the screen before him. He must’ve felt you staring, because his eyes met yours out of the corner of his, his attention turning to you.
“You alright over there?” He swallowed slightly, his hand rubbing over his wrist before turning back to the TV. Your eyes followed suit, watching the man’s lips wrapped around the woman’s nipple, the sound of her moans causing you to push your thighs together without realising.
“Y–Yeah, totally alright,” You huffed an awkward laugh, your arms crossing over your chest as your legs shifted beneath you. “Are you?”
He nodded over at you, his eyes wandering over your features as you intently watched the scene play out ahead of you. He lowered his knees, leaning further into the headboard as he crossed one of his legs over the other.
Your eyebrows furrowed gently, watching the man ravish the woman’s breast. Her back arching in pleasure as he messily, sloppily made out with her chest. “I didn’t know guys liked doing that.” Your voice mumbled.
“Liked what?” Steve hummed gently, his attention fixed on the sounds the woman was emitting before his head tilted down at you just as you looked up to catch his eye.
Your lips parted slightly, realising you’d said that out loud. You cleared your throat gently, your head turning back to the TV as you shrugged gently. “Y’know, he just seems to really enjoy.. Doing what he’s doing.”
“Well, he’s probably enjoying it so much ‘cause she’s loving it,” Steve explained gently, his own head tilting as he watched the man press kisses down the woman’s sternum. “Well, for some people, their nipples are super sensitive, some people really enjoy having them– Y’know, played with.”
“Hm.” You observed, thinking back to the few sexual experiences you’d had with Trevor and how he’d never paid any attention to your chest. Your arms adjusted over your chest, breath slightly hitching in your throat as you realised your own nipples were hard, a slight shiver breezing down your spine at the feeling of them brushing against your sweater.
You and Steve sat in silence as you watched the man’s head dip between the woman’s thighs. The loud, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her core mixing with her cries and moans were beginning to feel far too much for you. All you could think about whilst watching the woman grind against her partner's face, was how badly you needed that right now.
“Did– Uh,” Steve started, his hand coming up to his face to rub across his chin as he glanced over at you, watching you transfixed on the screen. “Did Trevor ever do that to you?”
You could only scoff a laugh, shaking your head gently. “No, Trevor was very much an in and out, one and done kind of guy,” Your teeth sank into your lower lip gently, your hand lifting to push your hair behind your ear as you continued. “Maybe once, he did. But it didn't last very long, said it wasn’t his thing.”
Steve laughed down at you in disbelief, causing your neck to twist quickly to look up at him with your eyebrows gently furrowed together. “Sorry, sorry. Just find that hard to believe.” He admitted with a small shrug as he looked back at the TV, you watched his throat bob at the close up of the man’s tongue swirling around her clit.
“Do you like it?” You whispered gently, not realising the hitch in your breath that had started at the thought of Steve eating pussy. Wondering how his luscious locks of hair would feel against your thighs, his thick hands holding onto you as his tongue ravished you.
“Do I?” He broke his eyes from the screen, taking a moment to look over your expression before giving a small nod. His palm splayed against his thigh, rubbing it gently as he spoke. “Yeah, I mean, I like making whoever I’m with feel good, that gets me off. But, it is pretty hot.”
You flashed him a small smile, watching as he turned his attention back to the screen. Your hands dropped to your sides, pushing yourself to sit further up as you turned your own attention back to the screen. Watching closely as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers and his tongue, glancing back over to Steve out of the corner of your eye.
“What’s it like?” You whispered hoarsely, turning your full attention to him as he glanced over at you. “Like, being with someone like that. I mean, me and Trevor never had this kind of passion. I don’t think I’ve ever– Orgasmed from someone’s fingers before.”
Steve’s lips parted gently, his eyes darting between your own and the screen before slightly turning his body to you. “Well, it’s all about knowing what your partner wants. What gets them going, what they like, what they don’t like. When you’re with someone who knows what you want and you can really let go with, it’s sorta the best thing.”
Your lips pursed together slightly, nodding as you ran the palm of your hand across your collarbone, trying to attempt to cool down the sudden burn of your skin as your eyes wandered his face. “How d’you know what you like?”
You watched Steve’s tongue dart past his lips to trail across his lower lip, wetting it before taking in a short breath. His eyes glanced over your face, slowly trailing down your body before finding your eyes again. “Do you want to find out?” His voice was low and hearty as he spoke, causing shivers to roll down your spine.
“H–How will I find out?” You pressed quietly, lowering your hand from your shoulder to rest on your lap. Your body shifted slightly under his gaze, turning your body to his further.
Steve inhaled a short breath, his hand lowering from his thigh to press into the mattress to angle himself closer to you. You felt all of your inhibitions get sucked from your mind as he lifted his other hand to brush a fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes ducking to your lips before looking back into yours. “Let me help you out, we can find out what you like together.”
It felt as if Steve had sucked the air from your lungs, your eyes fell to his lips as you nodded softly. “Yeah, okay.” You whispered gently as you inched yourself closer to him.
His hand that pushed the hair into place found your jaw, cupping it gently as he dragged his thumb against your lower lip softly. “Can I kiss you?” He asked tenderly, a complete stark difference to the lewd sound of skin slapping pouring out of the TV.
You were quick to nod, your eyes transfixed on the plush of his lips. And before you knew it, they were on yours. Tenderly taking your upper lip between his as your lashes fluttered shut, your hand finding his thigh to ground yourself as his slipped from your jaw to curl through your hair, holding you steady against him.
Just as you parted your lips to further the kiss, he’d pulled his own away. They were quick to press to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, every inch of your skin until they found the curve of your jaw. His fingers slipping to hold the back of your neck as he sucked gently on the soft skin of your neck, grazing his teeth gently against it before soothing the touch with his tongue.
Your head lulled back into his hand, giving him easier access to any part of you that he wanted to touch. Your hand squeezed his thigh, edging him on as the other slipped up from the mattress to hold onto his shoulder.
“Is this okay?” His voice murmured against your skin, earning a quick nod from you along with a soft sigh of pleasure. He hummed gently in approval, dragging his wet lips to your collarbone.
Steve’s spare hand found your lower back, pulling you closer to him as his lips practically devoured any inch of your skin that was peeking out from the neck of your sweater. You let out another pleasured sigh, your eyes opening to meet his as you felt him lift his head.
His thumb traced back and forth at the nape of your neck, watching you closely as your eyes trailed from his back down to his lips. Your hand that was glued to his thigh raised to his shoulder, and before you could second guess your actions, you were pushing yourself up onto your knees and lifting your leg over his lap.
You hesitantly settled yourself down on him, feeling very aware that you were now straddling him whilst the tape continued to play behind you. Both of his hands found refuge at your waist, you could feel the weight of his hands through the thin fabric.
“Is this okay?” You whispered softly, lifting a hand from his shoulder to push through the few strands of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. He nodded softly, huffing a small laugh through his nose which earned a small smile from you.
“Of course it’s okay,” His own voice whispered back, his hand slipping up your back slowly. Landing between your shoulder blades, leaning you closer until your chest pressed against his. Your eyes dropped to his lips, sitting only a few inches from yours. “You can do anything you want to me.”
The corner of your mouth curved into a smirk, a disbelieving laugh passing your lips gently as the gravity of the situation weighed on your shoulders. Your hand slipped up to hold his jaw, nodding gently before you lifted your chin to press your lips against his.
He let you take the lead, a content sigh falling from his against your lips. You could feel yourself melting against him, his grip tightening on your waist as your tongue parted his lips. You moaned gently into his mouth as your tongue fought against his, his hand slipping down your back to slip them both under the hem of your sweater to hold your waist.
His warm hands felt electric against your bare skin, the fabric pooling at his wrists as your hips shifted on his lap. Your breath hitched into his mouth as your core rocked against the bulge suddenly apparent to you through Steve’s denim.
Your hips began rocking back and forth slowly, a tight moan croaking in your throat with each grind, the seam of the fabric hitting your clit at the perfect angle. Steve’s hands slipped down to your hips, guiding your movements as he pulled his lips back from yours.
“Does that feel good, honey?” His lips whispered against yours hoarsely, his forehead leaning against yours as you nodded up at him. Your lips parted, your mind scrambling to find the words to say as you felt yourself clenching around nothing.
One of Steve’s hands tightened on your waist, the other slowly pushing up your side again and pulling up your sweater with it. His hand paused beneath your breast, his thumb gently rubbing against the skin as he let out a tight breath.
“You can take it off, Steve.” You whispered back softly, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your hips came to a pause. It wasn’t lost on you that you were currently making out with your friend, about to bare yourself to him completely, but nothing about it felt weird. Somehow, it felt like this was always going to happen.
He nodded gently, pressing his lips to yours softly as his hands continued their journey of pulling your sweater up and over your head. You pulled your lips back from his reluctantly to rid the garment, lifting your arms up from his shoulders as he pulled it away from you.
But when you came out the other side, Steve’s gaze was straight back to your eyes. Offering you a warm smile as his hands placed one at your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades as he pulled you back down to him.
His lips brushed against yours softly, not kissing you yet but more just exploring the feeling of your lips against his. You sighed against his mouth at the feeling of the pique cotton of Steve’s shirt rubbing against your nipples as he held you against him.
Slowly, his grip on you tightened as his legs shifted beneath him. He sucked your upper lip between his as your arms snaked around his neck, one of his hands slipping down your body to hold your thigh as he lifted you slightly to lower you onto your back against your mattress.
Once he’d placed you down and he’d settled between your thighs, he pulled his lips from yours slowly to finally glance down at your chest. One of his hands braced beside you to hold himself up, whilst the other splayed against your waist gently rubbing his thumb against your skin. His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, trailing along your jaw and your neck before fluttering down toward your chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled against your skin, your fingers slipping through his hair as you looked down at him. His eyes flickered up to yours as he lifted his head up slightly, the corner of his lips turning upward. “Seriously. I think you’re beautiful.”
Just as you went to reply, he lowered his lips to your skin again. His tongue passed his lips to circle around your hardened nipple, a low sigh of pleasure rumbling from your chest. His mouth wrapped around it, latching onto the hardened peak as his hand slipped from your waist to cup your breast he was neglecting.
His thumb rubbed the soft skin on the underside of your breast, trailing up to rub back and forth against the peak as he began twisting it with his forefinger. His mouth left your breast with a pop, quick to soothe the other as your grip tightened on the strands of his hair.
“God, Steve,” You huffed as you watched him, your hips rocking up desperate to find him again. His eyes fluttered up to yours as he sucked on your nipple, releasing it with a pop before moving back to the other. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He mumbled against you, earning you to quickly nod down at him. He pulled his lips from you with a small smirk, pressing into the mattress as he lifted himself to find your lips again. “We’re only getting started.”
You huffed a sigh against his lips at his words, your hands tangling in his hair as he sucked your lower lip between his, his teeth gently sinking into it before pulling back. He pressed a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw, dipping to your collarbone, down across your chest and between your breasts.
His hands followed his movements, slipping down your body as his lips continued down your sternum until they reached your navel. His eyes flickered up to yours as he shifted backward, his hands trailing down your thighs until they reached your knees.
“Just relax, okay?” Steve spoke gently as he sat before you, your knees sat pressed together but his gentle touch was igniting a fire within you that you knew needed to be put out. “If at any time it gets too much, or you don’t like it. We can stop, yeah?”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your breath hitched in your throat, gently nodding as your knees fell apart for him. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.” You smirked softly through a small laugh, watching as his fingers wrapped around your sleep shorts. You lifted your hips up, angling your legs for him so he could discard them.
“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath as he took in the sight of you before him. Laid in a pair of light coloured panties, his hands slowly inched down your thighs, rubbing the soft skin as his eyes glued to your core. “You’re so wet, already.”
He proved his observations as his palm pressed against your mound, his thumb softly circling the wet patch of your underwear that stuck to you as his eyes flickered up to yours. He watched as your head lulled back into the mattress, quick to lift to find his gaze again.
“So, I guess you can write this down for your homework,” He started as he lowered himself between your legs, pressing his lips to your knee as his thumb continued to manoeuvre against your slit.
“You like your breasts played with, you like me suckin’ on them, touching them,” You watched intently as his lips gradually pressed closer and closer to where you needed him the most. His fingers slipped to wrap around the band of your underwear, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “You like your neck being kissed, grinding yourself on me. That really got you going, hm?”
A loud, pleasured sigh left your lips as you nodded, lifting yourself up on your elbows to watch as he slowly peeled your underwear off of you. Your hips lifted again, legs following to assist him removing them from you.
“Holy shit.” Steve mumbled as he tossed your underwear somewhere beside him, his hands splaying at your inner thighs as he spread you further open for him. He pressed his lips to your mound, a gentle kiss against the hair that laid there.
He pulled back slightly, watching as he slipped his index finger slowly along your slit. Your breath hitched at the touch, his middle finger joining to spread you open for him as he hummed gently to himself. “Such a pretty pussy, too. You’re so wet, baby.”
His head leant against your thigh gently, his eyes transfixed on the way your pussy fluttered for him as he used his fingers to explore you. His eyes darting up to gauge your reaction as his middle finger found your clit.
“Fuck, Steve.” You whined in pleasure, your hips involuntarily rutting upward to find his touch. His spare hand was wrapped around the back of your thigh, a small hum passing his lips as he slipped it to rub gently against your hipbone.
“You like it when I touch your clit, add that to your list.” He spoke almost to himself, dragging his fingers to circle your entrance as his eyes left the soaked sight before him to look back up into yours.
You couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact with him, especially when his head lifted from your thigh and settled between your legs. His tongue reaching out to circle around your throbbing clit as his middle finger shallowly pressed at your entrance.
You watched with intent, your jaw slack as he wrapped his lips around your clit, lewdly sucking on the swollen nerve as his middle finger slowly pressed inside of you.
“Oh my god.” You whined with pleasure, your elbows shaking slightly beneath you as you held yourself up to watch Steve. You felt him hum against you, letting yourself fall back against the mattress as his fingers finally started fucking you.
Steve pulled his lips off you, letting out a groan as he pulled his finger out to push his ring finger back inside you with the other. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He murmured as his fingers resumed their actions, eyes flickering up to watch you writhe in pleasure as his fingers curled against the spongy spot inside you. “And you taste so good, holy shit.”
His mouth was back on you before you could blink, his tongue delving through your folds and licking up every drop of your arousal that was spilling out of you. He was quick to find your clit again, taking it between his lips with fever.
Both of your hands flew to his hair, tugging gently on his soft strands as your hips rocked slightly against him. Desperate to feel more of him against you, inside of you.
Steve’s hand that was holding your hip grabbed ahold of you, dragging his grip along your arm until his hand found yours tangled in his hair. He pulled your fingers out of it, his own fingers slipping through yours the second they became free. Your entwined hands fell against your stomach as his fingers picked up their pace, your moans leaving your lips now louder than the forgotten tape still playing on your TV.
“Fuck, Steve,” Your shaky voice cried out, Steve’s hand squeezing yours in encouragement as his fingers picked up their pace, continuously hitting the perfect spot inside of you. “I’m so close, fuck.”
“Come for me, baby,” He spoke against your clit, his fingers fucking into your cunt speeding up as you feel the heat building in your stomach. His eyes watch as your head rolls back into the mattress with pleasure, your hips rocking against his face. “Such a good girl for me. Let go for me, honey, come on.”
His encouragement was quick to push you over the edge, your thighs trembling around him as your grip on his hair tightened. With each curl of his fingers hitting perfectly inside of you, you were quick to finally release around him.
Steve groaned in satisfaction against you as his fingers worked you through your high, his tongue toying against your clit until your hand pulled from his hair. Your hand dropped against your stomach, your hips still rocking with his movements slightly as he slowly coaxed his fingers out of you.
“Taste so fucking good.” He pulled his lips from your clit, quick to dip his fingers between his lips to suck your arousal from his digits. He pulled them out with a small pop, steadying it at your thigh as his head dipped back between your thighs to trail his tongue through your folds, seemingly eager to collect every last drop he’d coaxed from you.
“Steve, shit.” You whined gently, lifting your head to watch him. His fingers splayed across the meat of your thigh, his tongue dipping into your entrance caused his nose to brush against your clit earning a loud cry to fall past your lips.
“Mm,” He mumbled against you, eyes opening to look up at you as he finally pulled his mouth off of you. A small smirk grew against your lips at the sight of the lower of his face glistening with your come, watching his tongue dart across his lips as his hand left your thigh to press against the mattress to lift himself back up to you. “Hi.”
You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, your hand that was resting on your stomach coming up to hold his cheek as you let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “Hi.”
He matched your gentle laugh, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as he lowered his forehead down to your shoulder before turning his head to press his lips to your neck. “Safe to say, you enjoy getting your pussy eaten.”
“W– Steve!” You huffed at his crude words, causing his head to lift from your neck to look down at you. His eyebrows furrowed gently, but you could tell it was in a teasing manner.
“What? You did,” His lip curved into a smirk, he inched closer to you as his nose brushed against yours gently. “You loved it, hm? Getting your pretty little pussy fucked by my fingers, coming all over my face. Think you can add it to your list.”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your fingertips pushed through the curls on the side of his head, your eyes studying his face until they settled on his glistening lips. “Well, maybe you’re right.”
His hot breath hit your parted lips as he huffed a small laugh, his lips brushing your upper gently as he whispered against you. “You’re perfect, you know. It’s like you were made for me, so tight, just fit so perfectly inside of you,” You sighed against his mouth at his words, “And you taste so good, wish I could taste you all day.”
“Steve–” You sighed against his lips, your eyes fluttering shut at his words but you were quick to open them as you couldn’t bear not to be looking at him for a second longer.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” His hoarse voice and filthy words were probably enough to make you come all over again, your lips parted to let out a low sigh as you nodded gently.
His hand slowly pulled away from yours, the other pressing further against your mattress to settle himself on his side next to you. His arm stretched out behind your head whilst the other rested against your stomach, lowering his lips slowly down to yours.
You sighed against his lips as they finally sank into your own, his lips taking your upper hostage before releasing them, his tongue entering your mouth to coax your tongue with his. His hand slipped down your body slowly, his fingertips gently grazing your mound as your thigh fell open for him again.
He sighed into your mouth, his upper body settling closer into you as your fingers wrapped around the collar of his polo shirt. Your breath hitched against him as you felt his fingers dipping between your folds again, pushing through every curve to collect as much of your spend on his fingers before pulling his hand back up your body.
A small huff left your lips as he pulled his lips back from you, your thighs clamping together again as your tongue darted across your lower lip, tasting the remnants of you from his mouth.
“Open up, pretty girl.” He whispered softly, his eyes bearing into yours as two of his wet fingertips tapped at your lower lip gently. Your lips parted for him, tongue following as his eyes dropped to your mouth.
He dragged his fingers across your upper lip before slipping them into your mouth, a choked sound passing his throat as he watched your mouth close around his fingers. Your hand dragged from his collar to wrap around his wrist, slowly dragging your lips up and down his fingers as you sucked your arousal from them.
“Holy fuck, such a good girl,” He praised as you pulled your lips off his fingers with a pop, his hand was quick to find your waist as he pulled you closer against him. His lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Another thing to add to your list, hm?”
“Steve,” You whispered against his lips before he could kiss you again, he pulled himself back to look down at you properly, his hand that was resting above your head lowered to brush some of your hair off your forehead.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispered back, his eyes trailing across your features before landing on your own.
You swallowed your words down gently, watching your hand as it splayed at his shoulder. “When I was with Trevor, he’d never want me to go down on him,” You watched his breath hitch in his throat, you couldn’t help sinking your lower lip into your teeth before continuing. “So, I guess I don’t really know how. I mean, I know how, but– Can you teach me? Properly?”
His lips were parted in disbelief, his hand paused on your waist at your words. You watched his mouth moving slightly but no words coming out, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips – as if he needed you to say it again.
“Can I suck your cock, please?” You whispered, leaning forward to brush your lips against his as you rolled your body into his. “Wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“Fuck, yes,” Steve managed, nodding quickly as his hand slipped up to hold the back of your head steady as he pressed his lips against yours. You felt his hips shuffling beside you, a small smirk growing against your lips. “I can teach you, baby. I said, you can do anything you want to me.”
A content sigh escaped you as your lips captured his, nodding against him as your fingers moved to wrap around the collar of his shirt to tug on it gently. He pulled his lips from yours and sat himself up slightly, pulling his shirt over his head.
He went to lean down to kiss you again, but your hand against his chest stopped him in his tracks. “God, Steve,” You mumbled gently as your eyes took in the sight before you.
Everything that you’d see of Steve everyday was beautiful. His face, his hair, his arms and his hands were all perfect. Covered in moles that kissed his skin beautifully, the curve of his jaw perfectly angled and the shape of his nose you so eagerly wanted to bite.
But seeing the rest of Steve that you didn’t see everyday, was even more beautiful. His moles and freckles danced across every inch of his chest, shoulders, arms and his stomach. His stomach that curved over the belt of his jeans ever so slightly, covered with a trail of hair that led right down to exactly where you wanted to be.
Your hand reached out to his broad shoulder, tenderly dragging your nails down to his bicep that you’d only ever seen stretched out beneath one of his t-shirts. You trailed your fingers across his chest, through the thatch of hair that covered him so perfectly.
“You’re so beautiful, Steve.” Your voice left a whisper as your eyes attempted to look at every new part of him at once, when you finally looked up to meet his eyes again he was looking at you with a look you’d never seen before.
“What?” You asked gently, pulling your hand back hesitantly from his chest but he was quick to shake his head.
He reached his hand up to find yours, pushing his fingers through your own and bringing the back of your hand to his mouth as he pressed a small kiss to the soft skin. “No, nothing. Just don’t think anyone’s ever called me beautiful before.”
“Well, then everyone else is simply blind.” Your words earned a huffed laugh from him, but you only smiled up at him as you lifted yourself up to his face. Your spare hand holding the side of his neck as your lips tenderly brushed against his, whispering softly against them. “D’you wanna maybe, sit up at the headboard? Might be easier.”
He nodded softly, pulling his hand from yours to hold the back of your head as he pressed a kiss against you. Then another, and another. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.”
You pulled away from him, shuffling backward to let him manoeuvre himself to pull some of the pillows you’d both been leaning on earlier to make room for himself. He settled against the headboard, his legs spread slightly as his hand reached out for you. “C’mere.”
As soon as your hand found his, he was quick to pull you into him, his hand settling at your waist. Your body pressed against his side as his lips pressed beneath your ear, sucking gently at the sensitive skin as your other hand pressed to his chest, eyes trailing down his body to the bulge in his jeans.
“You sure you wanna do this, honey?” He spoke against your skin, but instead of using your words you reached down slightly to press your palm against the strain of his jeans. His breath hitched against your skin, pulling his lips away to watch.
Your hand cupped his confined cock, slowly rubbing your hand backward and forward as you watched his stomach tensing. “Is this okay?” You whispered gently, your eyes watching your hand before looking down at him.
He nodded gently, his breath hitching in his throat as his spare hand came up to start unbuckling his belt. You watched his attempt, his shaky fingers struggling to release himself with one hand.
“Let me.” You whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away from his side. You shuffled down his body, straightening yourself to sit between his thighs. You sat up on your knees as your hands met to unbuckle his belt, unbutton the denim and pull the zipper down.
You lowered your head, nose nuzzling against the hair against his navel as your lips pressed wet kisses against his skin. Your eyes fluttered up to his as his breath hitched, your fingers wrapping around the waist of his jeans and slowly shimmying them down.
He lifted his hips up for you, intently watching as your eyes stayed glued to his hardened cock that laid in his boxers. You pulled the denim down, crawling backwards to assist him in pulling them off completely.
Once they were dropped to the floor, your hand found the meat of his thighs. Softly rubbing your thumb back and forth against his skin, your other hand returned to palm against him. Your eyes flickered up to watch his reaction as your hand rubbed back and forth slowly through the fabric, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your fingers wrapped around the waist of his underwear and pulled it down his thighs.
Steve’s cock was thick, it looked heavy as it sprung out of its confinement. It laid flat on his stomach, and you watched with your interest piqued as his tip glistened. Your hand reached out to wrap around his base, fingers tightening as you guided it toward you to inspect him more.
“You’re so big, baby.” Your voice whispered gently, your eyes still revelling in the feeling of how his throbbing cock felt in your hand. Your hand slowly dragged up his length, your thumb reaching out to smear the pre-cum that he’d leaked over him as your eyes met his.
“F–Fuck,” His voice croaked, his hand quick to push through your hair as his teeth left bite marks in his swollen lower lip. “You’re doing well, honey. Just take what you can, okay? Shit.” He cursed under his breath, silently thinking to himself how he won’t last long at all with this sight before him.
You nodded gently, your hand slipping down his length and shallowly pumping at his base. You lowered your head, running your tongue slowly up his cock until it circled at his tip, collecting his spend on your tongue, quick to swallow it down.
His fingers collected some strands of your hair that had fallen over your face as your lips wrapped around his tip, your hand still pumping his cock slowly. Your brows furrowed gently as your jaw stretched, your mouth not used to taking anything near the size of Steve.
“That’s it, such a good girl,” He hummed, his fingertips tracing back and forth on your scalp as he watched you. “Y–You can spit on it, if you want. Make it easier.”
You pulled yourself off of him, a small sigh passing your lips as you did. Your wrist twisted as you pumped his length, lowering your head to his tip as you pooled saliva in your mouth and let it fall from between your lips to his tip. You take him back in your mouth, humming a small moan against him as your tongue explores the feeling of him between your lips.
His head snapped back against the headboard as you sank further onto his cock, your hand squeezing his thigh as you picked up your pace. His moans hit your ear like honey as you felt him taking up more space in your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you huffed your breath through your nose.
“Look at you, honey. Taking my cock so well, fuck.” His words only spurred you on, your hand squeezing his length as it pumped the inches of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
He watched in disbelief, the sight of your spit and his pre-come pooling at the corners of your mouth. His hips rocked up slightly, earning your grip on his thigh to tighten as your lips inched down his length.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last long– You look so fucking– Shit.” Steve whined slightly as his grip on your head tightened, guiding your movements as you found your groove and picked up the pace.
You pulled yourself off him, opening your eyes to look up at him as your fist bobbed up and down his cock. Another trail of your saliva passed your lips, landing on his tip as your thumb swiped it across his tip. Your hand pulled his cock to the side as your lips lowered to his balls, your wet lips sucking on them slightly before they found the base of his cock, dragging up his length as your tongue twirled around his sensitive tip.
Steve’s lips parted in astonishment, his stomach tightening as his moans broke past his lips in a small plea. “Fuck, you’re doing so good– I’m so close, baby.”
“I want you to come for me, Steve,” You spoke gently against his tip, your lips sucking the tender skin as your hand picked up his pace. “Come in my mouth, I don't care. I wanna taste you.”
With that, you sank yourself back down on him, taking as much of his length as you could manage. Breathing through your nose, you inched down further, your head bobbing at a steady pace.
Your nose hit your hand that was circled around the base of his cock, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. You felt your eyes watering as they looked up at him, slowly pulling your hand down to hold his thigh as his hips jerked upward slightly, fucking into your mouth.
“Fuck– I’m gonna come, holy fuck–” Steve’s head hit the headboard again, but was quick to pull his gaze back to you. “Such a good girl for me, baby.” His thumb rubbed against your temple as you pulled your lips back his cock slightly, your head bobbing to match the thrust of his hips.
You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the spurt of his warm, thick come depositing into your mouth. You moaned against him at the feeling, your spare hand holding onto his hip as the other kept its pace, letting him fuck your hand and your mouth as you swallowed down everything he was offering you.
“Fuck,” He spoke through heavy breaths, his hand guiding your head off of him slowly. You pulled your lips off of him with a small pop of your mouth, watching as your hand followed suit. You brought it up to your mouth, wiping the corner of it on the back of your hand.
“Was that okay?” You asked gently as you sat between his thighs, your eyes flickering between his flagging cock and the fucked out look on his face.
He could only manage a small laugh, his arm reaching out for you which you were quick to accept. You crawled up his body, nestling yourself under his shoulder and resting your leg over his as his arm engulfed you.
“Okay? That was incredible, didn’t even need my help.” His words were gentle as his palm rubbed at your waist, his other hand coming to brush strands of your hair away that had stuck to your forehead.
Your hand settled at his chest, pushing yourself up and inching closer to his face. You paused, not knowing whether to kiss him now that your deal was over, Steve was your friend. Sure, he’d just given you the best orgasm of your life but you’d have to see him at work tomorrow.
But you were broken from your thoughts as his hand slipped to your jaw, holding you steady as his lips brushed yours tenderly. His tongue passing between your lips despite the fact he’d just come in your mouth. His grip on you tightened, squeezing you gently before pulling back slightly.
“Do you have a pen? And paper?” He whispered against your lips gently, causing you to let out a small laugh. You nodded gently, pressing your hand to his chest to lift yourself up and lean over to your bedside table, opening the drawer for your notebook and pen.
The two of you sat up as you settled back next to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around your waist as he pulled you into him. His lips pressed gentle kisses against your shoulder as he sat behind you, watching as you flicked the notebook onto a new page.
“Alright, what am I writing then?” You spoke gently, leaning into his touch as you tilted your head aside to let his lips touch wherever he wanted to.
He huffed a small laugh from behind you, fingers splaying at your waist as he mumbled against your skin. “Thought you could start writing your notes whilst they’re fresh in your brain. Now, what did you like?”
You shook your head gently, chin tucking into your chest as you giggled gently at his words. He laughed along with you, lips brushing your skin as he spoke against you. “You like it when I kiss your neck, you like it when you fuck yourself on my face,” You feel your skin burning at his words, unable to help the smirk that’s growing against your lips even though he can’t see it. “I think you liked sucking my cock, too. You were a natural.”
You played along with his words, writing down everything he was listing and the things he’d mentioned before. Once you reached the end of the list you leant forward slightly, turning to look at him as you spoke gently. “Anything else?”
“Oh, we’ll cover that next time, baby. Don’t worry about that.” He grinned at you, an eyebrow quirking as his hand tangled in your hair to pull your lips against his. You huffed a laugh against him, before mumbling against his lips.
“Next time?” You pulled back gently, not before pressing a kiss to his lips. You watched him nod down at you as his hand slipped from your hair to settle back down at your waist.
“Well, yeah, we have a lot to get through. Thank God you stole that tape.”
summary: steve wants to see how long you can hold out for
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, cursing, overstimulation, dom!steve
word count: 1.8k
Lately, Steve felt like you had a hard time listening.
Whether it was about his suggestion during a movie night or his options for dinner – you were arguing with him about it.
Tonight’s no exception.
Except this time, Steve’s patience is nowhere to be found.
Steve has your back pressed against his chest in the small guest bathroom of his house. There’s a party raging downstairs – all for Robin’s birthday but it’s the farthest thing from your mind right now.
Your pink dressed is shoved up and bunched over your hips. Steve kicked your feet apart seconds after he pinned you to the counter and your lower stomach presses harshly to the counter top.
He has one arm wrapped around your waist and the other snaked between you and the counter – his fingers nestled deep in your cunt. Your head is heavy against his shoulder as he murmurs into your ear.
You’ve pushed his buttons all night, riling him up every chance you got, and twenty minutes ago he dragged you into the bathroom and turned your attitude into complete submission.
“God you feel so tight around my fingers,” Steve breathes against the shell of your ear. The walls of your pussy clench harder around him and he huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock,”
“Oh fuck, Steve,” You whine helplessly at his crude words. His fingers plunge in and out of you – you’re so wet he’s practically sliding in and out without any effort.
Your thighs ache from the shaking and spasming he’s caused. Steve decided on a torturous route tonight. He’s pushed you so close to the edge twice already and just before you can take a step off the ledge, he yanks you back.
The air around you is thick and sticky – from your shared body heat and the frustration you’re feeling from him edging you for the last half hour.
Steve knows just how to get you to the edge and how to pull you back just as quickly.
It’s hell.
And it’s ecstasy.
Steve brings his hand from around your waist and glides it up your stomach, landing with his palm wrapped loosely around your throat. You lean into his hold.
His other hand continues thrusting his fingers in and out, his thumb catching on your clit to rub tight circles.
“Just like that! Oh please – please don’t stop,” You cry out. Steve nudges the side of your face with his nose and you can feel his smirk against your skin.
“Yeah, right there?” He asks, his fingers continuing their brutal pace. You’re so close. You nod helplessly against his hand, thighs squeezing shut around his hand. Steve leaves dizzying kisses from the underside of your jaw all the way to your temple. He stop to whisper. “You gonna cum?”
“Yes, yes – I’m – I’m right there,”
Your toes curl and that coil in your stomach tightens. Your orgasm is almost there, barely lighting up your finger tips and then suddenly, Steve pulls his fingers out and that feeling of euphoria is gone.
“No no no no!” You sob, knees buckling under you. Your eyes squeeze shut in frustration for the third time you’ve been denied now.
Steve hushes you from behind, using his palm still around your neck to tilt your head up and to the side so he can kiss you. It’s quick but deep. His tongue laps against your own, swallowing down your cries and whines. He smiles against your lips, that bastard.
“I know baby,” Steve coos. “It’s hard, I know, but you can take it. Just a little longer, yeah?”
Despite the torment he’s subjecting you to, the tenderness of his voice has you like a puddle at his feet.
Your wide eyes stare up at him, filled with nothing but lust and trust, and you nod frantically. Anything for him to finally let you come.
“I can – I can take it,” You promise, your voice shaking.
He leans down to press his mouth to yours. “Good girl,” He murmurs against your lips.
Steve removes both his hands from your body and dips them between your bodies. Your stomach swirls at the sound of his belt unbuckling, the metals clinking against each other, and before you know it, Steve’s pants are shoved mid thigh and he’s guiding your body to bend over the sink.
You follow his lead mindlessly, letting him place you exactly where he wants. You hands find purchase against the granite top and he pushes your face down until you meet the counter.
It’s cooling against your cheek, and Steve keeps his large hand splayed across your face as he uses his other hand to line himself up to your entrance.
Your breathing is erratic again, adrenaline and anticipation coursing deep in your veins. Your pussy aches for him and clenches around air. Surprisingly, he doesn’t let you suffer long and pushes himself deep in one thrust.
Steve finds his unforgiving rhythm almost immediately. The stretch is intense – it always is – but the relief is even stronger. You’re a moaning mess for him and your hips buck down to meet each thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Always so fucking good,” Steve groans, one hand squeezing your hip to hard you know it’ll bruise. He watches the way your ass bounces against him every time he drives into you.
The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you fills the room. It’s so lewd and obscene that anybody walking past the door would be able to hear it – you’re thankful for the obnoxiously loud stereo playing from downstairs.
Heat burns through your veins and your body jolts forward with every thrust. In a split second, Steve’s hand tangles itself in your hair before he yanks you back up.
His hips drill into yours, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you – that perfect spot only he’s ever touched – and your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.
“Oh my God, you’re so – so deep,” You whimper. His fingers tighten in your hair, forcing your back into a deeper arch. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip so hard you taste blood.
Everything about him is so overwhelming. His brutal pace, the warmth radiating from his skin and to yours, the smell of sex surrounding you. It’s all too much for you to handle and he can feel it.
You clench harder around him and he quickens his pace.
“Don’t cum yet,” Steve demands. His voice is firm and unyielding. There’s a slight edge to it and you know he’s just barely hanging on to his own resolve.
You whine in protest – one that quickly turns into another moan when Steve’s hand smacks against the swell of your ass. You jolt at the collision, knees smacking against the cabinets.
“Hold it, baby. I know you can.” Steve grunts. His cock continues to feel like it’s splitting you open and then your eyes focus on the mirrors reflection in front of you.
Your own face is a mess. Mascara runs from your eyes, the blush you swept across your cheeks now mixes with the natural blush Steve caused, your lips are a bitten and swollen mess and your hair is still wrapped messily around his hand.
Steve looks even better. His face is pinched in pure pleasure. There’s a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, dripping down his temple. His hair is messier than normal and when he glances upwards, meeting your gaze, his eyes are dark and full of lust.
You can’t hold your body back any longer. Every nerve in your body ignites on fire, every tendon pulled taut by him and every muscle begging for relief. Steve uses your knotted hair as leverage and forces your gaze to stay on the reflection of you two.
“Look at you, baby,” He breathes. “Look at the mess you’re making all over me,”
Your head nods frantically against his hold as your eyes bounce around the sight in front of you. You focus on the way his hands grip your hair and your waist, the way your body jerks every time he drives his hips into yours.
You mewl against him, aching for release.
Steve lets out a loud groan as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. “Goddamnit, you were fuckin’ made for me, weren’t you?”
“Steve baby, please – I need to.. I wanna cum,” You plead helplessly. As he listens to you, he wonders where that sour attitude suddenly went.
“Hold it.” He says firmly. There’s no room for arguing with him but you can feel the way his thrusts begin to turn sloppy and you know he’s not far from his own release.
He just wants you with him.
Steve forces your face back to the mirror. “You wanna cum, hmm?”
“Yes yes! I’ll do anything – please,” Your pathetic begging is music to his ears.
His grins at the sight of you and brings his back back down to your clit, the pads of his three fingers massaging over the sensitive nub. “Come on then baby, do it. Cum for me baby, let go,”
His words are a catalyst – like a conditioned reaction, your entire body tightens around him and your head throws back against his shoulder. Your thighs tremble at the feeling of his cock splitting you open and the extra simulation.
Your fingers dig into the skin and his arm as your climax finally hits.
Your eyes squeeze shut – your vision blurs into something hazy and your head swims with the overwhelming feeling of Steve. Your pussy gushes around his cock and he whines at the feeling and sight of it.
He keeps his eyes trained on the way he disappears in and out of you, and the way your pussy opens and envelopes him with every thrust. Perfectly adjusting to the size of him – just like you were made for him.
It’s all he needs to follow you right off the edge. His arms wrap around your limp body, hugging you back against his chest as his hips sloppily thrust into you. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum baby,”
You coo against him, fuzzy and content.
Steve gives you one last thrust before his hips shove to a hilt against yours and you feel thick ropes of his cum fill your pussy. He twitches against your warm and velvet walls, his face buried into your neck as he bites on your skin to minimize the noises threatening to spill.
He stayed sheathed inside for a moment as you both regain your breath and when he finally looks up at you, there’s a sweet and almost pliable smile on your face.
He smirks gently and kisses the side of your face. “Think I fucked all the attitude out of you yet?”
You pretend to think for a moment, eyes flicking to the corner of the room. “Hmm. I don’t know, maybe we should try again just to be sure,”
Steve laughs against your skin but before he can respond, there’s a bang at the door.
“Will the two of you stop fucking and get out here?” Eddie’s voice booms against the wood and you jump in Steve’s hole. “It’s time for cake!”
Summary: After being the only one at your all girls academy holding over, It was decided that you would stay with the holdover of the Barton Academy for Boys, under the supervision of police chief Jim Hopper. It would be just you and six other boys for the next two weeks. How the hell were you going to survive.
This fic is based on the movie The Holdovers which I love so much!!! Would highly recommend if you’ve never seen it
King!Steve Harrington x Fem!reader
Enemies(ish) to lovers/ Forced proximity
No physical description used so that all my divas can enjoy!!!!
Series TW: Language, violence, injury, verbal altercations, mentions of blood, parental abandonment/neglect, mentions of a missing child, smoking, bodily injury, severe mental illness, cheating mention, mentions of severe mental illness, mentions of parental death.
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