will: experience 30 to 60 seconds of mild to intense discomfort to failure in order move big bar with heavy circles on it
will not: experience 30 to 60 second of extreme discomfort sitting on a tennis ball to release her inflamed piriformis muscle that is crushing her sciatic nerve.
i’m so sad because i really do have such a PLOT for a four parter modern eddie and cunt bitch workaholic reader who hates him but i just don’t know how to like, sit and write it.
summary: the guys at The Foxy Lounge can’t seem to keep their hands off of you, and Steve doesn’t like that very much.
wc: 1.7k
warnings: 18+ 90’s AU, jealous steve, thigh riding in a public bathroom, dirty talk, a little condescending and a little sweet kinda steve, a dash of praise kink.
authors note: my favorite bouncer is back! this one shot is for my Whatta Man universe but you don’t need to read it to enjoy it. Just know he’s your boyfriend that works at the bar underneath your apartment.
Pink tinted lights in The Foxy Lounge bathroom illuminate the band sticker covered walls that match the metal doors of the stalls. Next’s Too Close comes out muffled from behind the door as you step in front of the smudged mirror. You pull out the shimmery lipgloss that drives your boyfriend wild from its hiding place tucked into your bra reapplying it with a smack of your lips.
The blush colored gloss Steve can’t get enough of seems to have a similar effect on the rest of the men in the bar tonight. You’d turned down at least four different offers of drinks, feeling the intense heat of your boyfriends stare the entire time. The sleeves of his black shirt tightened over his biceps from the hard cross of his arms, and you had been pretty sure he was going to snap the tooth pick in his mouth in half with the clench of his sharp jaw.
Too busy for him to leave the door, he had no other choice but to watch every subtle touch of your elbow and hand splayed across the small of your back. His own balling into fists every time someone bent down to ask what you’re drinking lowly in your ear.
It would be a lie if you said you weren’t enjoying it a little bit.
You fiddle with your hair, trying to fix it the way you had at the start of the night before the heat of the crowded bar got to it. Blowing out defeated breath through your nose it becomes glaringly obvious it’s a fruitless effort. You get ready to head back out with a promise to spend the rest of the night at the front with him just for the bathroom door to open in a loud burst of music. It makes you jump, eyes landing on your boyfriend's reflection.
”There you fuckin’ are.” Steve huffs, shutting it behind him with a flick of the lock.
”What are you doing?” You ask, turning around with an arch of your brow.
The sight you’re greeted with has your teeth dig into the sheen of your glossed bottom lip, and his dark eyes watch the movement.
“Looking for you.” He says, a clipped edge to his tone running a hand through his auburn hair that's lost all the gel keeping it in place.
”Don’t you have to be watching the door?”
Your question comes out quieter than intended as his heavy boots thud against the tiled floor. The look on his face is reminiscent of a lion about to catch its prey with the way he stalks towards you. Your thighs search for each other underneath your skirt, watching the way his eyes unabashedly roam your curves readjusting himself in the dark denim of his jeans.
“No, this is more important.”
He shakes his head sternly, stopping right in front of you, cinnamon from his gum and the musk of his sweat invading your senses. Tilting your head up with a curved finger under your chin, he holds your glazed over gaze with his own.
“Apparently I need to remind everyone in here that you’re mine.”
The click of his tongue on the roof of his mouth has want tighten in your throat, heat flooding between your legs as his big hand splays across your cheek. His thumb presses into your chin, keeping you there.
“I think they know.” You whimper, when he tilts your head to the side, plush pink lips starting a messy trail up your exposed neck.
His tongue pokes out, collecting the sweat dripping off your skin, groaning at the taste, before stopping at the sensitive spot behind your ear. He relishes in the way your body shivers against him because of it.
“I think they need a reminder.” He whispers, earning him the kind of moan he was looking for.
He takes your ear lobe into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking hard enough for your eyes to roll back letting it go with a pop, before collecting your mouth in a hungry kiss.
You gasp into it, red polished fingers weaving into the thickness of his hair tugging at the roots to pull him closer. He grunts, trying to swallow you whole, licking into your mouth in a mix of Big Red and mint. Pulling away he grabs your face, just rough enough for your hips to roll searching for his. He admires the blown out desperation in your eyes, already having you right where he wants you.
”You’re too pretty for your own good.” He says with a swipe of his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it down and watching it pop into place.
”Wanted to look good for you.”
It comes out around a whine that makes one side of his mouth tick up as he moves his thigh between your legs. Cooing words of encouragement when you sit on it too needy to play hard to get.
”I know you did.” He hums, his free hand finding your hip giving it a harsh squeeze despite the sweetness dripping from his voice. “So good to me, baby.”
”Steve.” You mewl as he starts to guide you over the rough denim, your skirt rucking up to your waist giving him a perfect view of the wet spot that darkens your panties.
”Yeah?” He breaths against your jaw, flexing his muscle when your clit catches on just the right spot to earn a loud whine.
”N- need more.Thought about you all day.”
Your admission makes him groan, twitching uncomfortably in the tight confines of his jeans moving you faster, helping the roll of your hips that search for the more you’re begging him for.
”I’m gonna give it to you, baby, don’t worry. Gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow, keep you in bed all day. Touch you. Taste you. Make you mine over and over again.” He says the last part through clenched teeth, nipping at your bottom lip. “You want that?”
All you can do is nod, your puffy lips parting enough over his thigh to have your bundle of nerves drag against him with the kind of pressure that threatens to unravel you.
”Yeah?” He tuts grabbing your face again, holding you in his pitch black eyes, pupils blown out almost animalisticly. “Tell me then.”
“Steve!” You gasp finding a spot on his thigh that sends stars dancing behind your eyelids.
The grip on your face loosens for just a moment, a shiver running down his spine. He fights his self control with every ounce of strength he has left, the hand on your hip tightening its hold, stopping you from chasing what you’re so close to having.
”Honey.” The endearment comes out condescending instead of sweet as he waits for your eyes to flutter open before continuing. “Do you wanna cum?”
”Please.” You look up with wide eyes trying to move your hips but he keeps you in place.
”Tell me then, tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you’re mine”
His tone is stern, gaze flicking down to where you’ve left a wet patch on his jeans and you catch the way his eyes roll with a muttered ‘fuck.’
”Come on, don’t be shy. You weren’t being very shy just a few minutes ago were you?” He traces your pouty bottom lip with the pad of his thumb again before bending down hovering his mouth over yours. Holding you there, he lets you breathe him in, teasing you with more. “All you have to do is say it and I’ll be nice. So nice.”
“I want it, Steve, so bad. I need it, need you. I’m yours, don’t want anyone else.”
You should be ashamed of the way you babble, but when he practically growls against your mouth and starts guiding you at an even faster pace than before. You can’t bring yourself to care. Rocking your hips shamelessly to keep up with him, you collect his lips hard enough you think it might bruise.
“Good girl.” He smiles into the kiss, licking the bow of your top lip before pulling away. “I wanna watch you cum. Need something to think about to get me through the rest of the night. Can you do that for me?”
Nodding eagerly, your hips falter when he flexes his muscle again, earning that loud moan he wanted from you. He thinks he can get it louder. His grip on you tightens, pulling you higher up on his thigh, your tip toes barely touching the ground.
”Oh my god.” You gasp at the new angle, fingers tugging tighter on the hair at the nape of his neck.
“That’s it, baby.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours, praise dripping in honey.
“I think I’m gonna -“
Words get lost at the tip of your tongue, that last roll of your hips pushing your panties to the side, exposing the most sensitive part of you.
”Uh oh.” Steve grins, pulling you over the denim agonizingly slow watching the way your eyes hit the back of your head.
All you can do is whimper, brows furrowing in the middle of your forehead that you press harder against his.
”Come on, do it.” He encourages against your lips, breathing you in. “I know you wanna give it to me.”
Your body shakes with everything you’re chasing, closing in on it with a final rock of your hips, catching it with a whisper to a scream of his name when you do it again falling apart all over his jeans.
”So pretty, so fucking perfect. Let me have it all.” He rambles, any semblance of control lost in the way your face contorts for him.
You chant his name like it’s the only word you know, and he basks in it, suddenly the guys on the other side of the door become inconsequential. Especially when you look up at him with big wide glassy eyes after coming down from your high, a satisfied smile lighting up your heated face.
”I think you jogged their memory.” You huff, scratching at his scalp tugging your bottom lip between your teeth at the way he leans into it.
”Maybe, we might need to leave your window open tonight. Gotta make sure, baby.”
The annoyed lines of his forehead from earlier are smoothed out now, and he knows he’s covered in the glitter from your gloss but doesn’t care. Taking your hand walking out of the bathroom, he’s sure the entire bar knows your Harrington’s girl now.
would you ever continue/finish your "baby as if" au???? ive reread it like 5 times and am dying for the conclusionnn! (ps. youre a great writer and loving the stuff! thanks for making all this regardless:))
i have a lot of it written and know the course of the story it’s more so just making it fit and writing in spots. i would also like to clean up the original story/retcon a few little details. i’m sure it will come out one day!
