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[littlewriterfullofwords]

Hi!

I guess little introduction will be fine here.

Name/s: Andy, Sam, Ely, Hyu, Eurus, Sand

Age: 22

Pronounce: every/any

Occupation: student

AO3: LonelyDreams20

Full list of fandoms is here

Requests are always open so feel free to send me some! (I can always learn if you want to see something not from the list of fandoms I'm in)

It's a side blog, main : @lonelywithdreams

Masterlist

[promptcalender]

Uncommon Words / Phrases to be Inspired by

Absquatulate: to leave without saying goodbye

Cassandra Complex: a psychological penomenon in which someone's accurate prediction of a crisis is ignored or dismissed

Cicatrize: to find healing by the process of forming scars

Even a Worm will turn: the belief that even the most docile creature will retaliate if pushed too far

Fernweh: the ache for distant places; the urge to leave everything familiar behind

Hamartia: a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero

Hiraeth: homesickness for a home you can never return to

Ichor: a fluid that flows like blood in the veins of gods

Jester's Privilege: the ability and right of a jester to mock his king without fear of punishment, for nothing he says seems to matter

Lachesism: longing for the clarity that comes with living through a disaster

Lotus-Eater: a person who lives their life in a constant state of dream and fantasy

Novalunosis: the state of relaxation and wonder experienced while gazing up at the stars

Pyrrhic Victory: a victory with such devastating consequence and collateral that is becomes a 'hollow victory'

Swan Song: a final act or effort given just before death

Wanderlust: a strong desire to wander and explore the world free from any obligation

Weltschmerz: the pain that comes with the realisation that the material world will never satisfy the demands of the soul

Whistle in the Dark: to make a show of bravery despite one's fear

Yhprum's Law: 'everything that can go right will go right'

[Prompt Calender: January 9th, National Word Nerd Day]

[mechazushi]

I'd fear the storyline that has three characters named Hamartia, Hiraeth, and Fernweh.

[sknyuz]

weak hero class 2 headcanons — kisses with the boys of whc²

synopsis — headcanons on how the boys of whc2 would kiss you ^^

pairing/s — sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader edit: added beomseok x reader

a/n — no hyoman despite the photo used, obviously not writing for a sexual harasser on here. love the actor tho!

masterlist | the “i can fix him!” trilogy

⤷ yeon sieun

sieun’s kisses are quiet, like everything he does—calculated, meticulous, but the impact lingers. he pauses first, eyes searching yours for confirmation, always making sure. “just for a second,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb beneath your jaw. si-eun’s not the type to make a big deal out of it, but when he leans in, it’s with the kind of care that makes your heart ache. his fingers trail down from your jaw to the back of your ear, tentative, like he’s scared he’ll break something if he moves too fast. “stay still,” he whispers, voice low, like he’s focusing too hard. and when your lips meet, it’s feather-light but grounding, like he’s anchoring himself in the feeling of you. and for just a second, you feel like you’re the only thing in his world.

⤷ ahn suho

suho kisses you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like breathing, like blinking. he grins as he leans down, arms loose around your waist, and you feel the warmth radiating off him even before his lips touch yours. “you’re staring,” he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. “you gonna kiss me or just keep looking?” and when you do, he laughs into the kiss, light and carefree, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer. “there,” he says, smug. “much better.”

⤷ park humin (baku)

baku’s grinning before he even kisses you. leans in like he’s about to tell you a secret, lips brushing yours once, twice, then pulling back with a little laugh when you chase him. “missed me?” he teases, but when he’s kissing you for real—it’s slower, deeper, more serious than you expect. his hand’s at your hip, fingers curling through your belt loop like he doesn’t want you going anywhere. “you’re mine now, you know that?” he murmurs, still smiling, but it’s softer now. the kind that makes your stomach flip in the best way.

⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)

gotak’s kiss is slow and reassuring, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. he’s calm and deliberate, pulling you closer with a gentleness that contrasts with his usual boyish disposition. his lips move against yours with a soft rhythm, and his hand rests on the back of your head, pressing you in just a little closer.

“you’re safe with me,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, and you can feel the sincerity in his words, as though he’s silently promising to protect you.

⤷ seo juntae

juntae’s so nervous you can practically feel it in the way his fingers twitch near yours. “can i—uh, is it okay if i…?” he trails off, face already red, and you have to smile because he’s so damn sweet. when he finally kisses you, it’s hesitant, a soft press of lips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. but the second time, when you kiss him back, he relaxes. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and it’s deeper, more sure. “that wasn’t… too weird, right?” he asks, voice sheepish. you shake your head and laugh. he kisses you again, smiling this time.

⤷ na baekjin

baekjin’s kiss is unexpected, full of intensity and passion. he doesn’t waste time with hesitation—his lips crash into yours with a fervor that surprises you, as though he’s been holding back for too long. his hands grip your waist, pulling you in as if he doesn’t want to let go. there’s something urgent, something desperate in the way he kisses you, but it softens as you respond, and for once, he allows himself to give in to the moment.

“don’t pull away,” he murmurs softly against your lips, his breath shaky, and as his thumb gently brushes your cheek, you can feel the blood rushing through his veins, telling you everything he’s too afraid to say.

for the baekjin girlies.

⤷ geum seongje

seongje is impulsive, and his kiss is no different. he doesn’t ask for permission, he just goes for it, his hand slips around your wrist, pulling you in close, and he doesn’t hesitate—his lips crash into yours with a reckless kind of intensity that leaves you breathless. it’s wild and spontaneous, the kind of kiss that catches you off guard, but you can feel the deep emotion behind it, the rawness in the way he holds you. he pulls away with a smirk, looking at you like he’s just gotten away with something.

“you didn’t see that coming, did you?” his grin is a mix of mischief and a crazy, magnetic attraction to you.

bonus!

⤷ oh beomseok

kissing him is slow, almost hesitant, like he’s testing the waters, unsure if it’s okay to cross the line. his glasses fog up slightly as he leans in, and he adjusts them with one hand, not breaking eye contact. his fingers brush the side of your face, light and careful, like he's afraid to leave a mark. “this is fine, right?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. you nod, and his lips finally meet yours—soft, cautious, but it feels like everything he’s been holding back. it’s simple, unhurried, like he’s savoring the quiet moment of vulnerability, and for once, he feels himself finally be seen.

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[cosmictheo]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 | steve harrington

( gif credits to @flashphotograph)

—summary: steve plays it a little too charming with a stranger to fix the wsqk van, sparking a little of jealousy in you. but don't worry! he’s more than happy to spend the next hour proving that he’s your man and only yours —pairing: steve harrington x female!reader —word count: 3k —content: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), established relationship, jealous!reader, minor king steve behavior, heavy make out, jealousy-to-smut, praise, car sex, oral sex (female receiving), steve being a total flirt, praise, bit of bratty!reader, light hair pulling, lovesick steve, "tell me i'm yours" trope, slightly toxic but ultimately soft!

writer’s note: wishing you all a merry Christmas and a new year full of health and happiness! english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

You're staring at him through the windshield with narrowed eyes, a pout, and crossed arms.

You see the way the girl is looking back at him. She blinks very slowly. One blink, then another. Fluttering her eyelashes as if somehow this would seduce your boyfriend.

And Steve is offering her that grin that's too charming for your liking, talking to her in a voice that's too scratchy.

You do understand that he's being friendly so she'll help start Squawk's van shitty engine. It just needed a little boost to get it going again. It wasn't the first time it had happened.

But anyway, does he really have to let her flirt with him so shamelessly? Definitely not.

And all that is pissing you off? Absolutely.

“How long is this going to take, hm?” the girl asks him, flashing him a smile and batting her eyelashes once more. She moves a little closer.

Steve clears his throat, still leaning back against the front of the van, where the hood is wide open. His arms are crossed, displaying a closure, placing a limit, yet his face tells a different story. He is smirking at her.

“Not long. We just have to let this thing charge for a few minutes,” he replies, shaking his head a bit awkwardly, taking a second to glance back at you still sitting in the passenger seat. He gulps when he catches sight of your pretty face all frowny and pouty and still, he shifts his gaze back to the girl, “then hopefully... vroom, vroom.”

Oh, he knows what he's doing.

Ten whole minutes later, Steve is saying goodbye to the girl with a noisy kiss on the cheek, thanking her once again for the help.

And she smiles right back at him, winking. She winks at him.

When he scoots back inside the van and settles into the driver's seat, he still has that cocky grin on his face. It brings you flashbacks of the old Steve, the douchebag, smug, playboy Steve Harrington.

His eyes are so familiar, though, softening all around when they lock with yours. His entire face seems to shift the instant he gazes back at you. It's as if he's literally melting right there.

Suddenly, Steve comes back to you. Your Steve.

“Vroom, vroom?” you crack against the silence, raising a single eyebrow. Your voice sounds more incredulous and ironic than you meant it to.

“What?” he asks back, frowning slightly, genuinely confused. He still doesn't try to start the van's engine again; instead, all his attention is drawn to you.

You huff ungracefully, still a little annoyed-jealous. “You were flirting with her?”

Steve quickly denies with his head, causing his hair to swish with the motion. He is quick to pick up on the reason for your attitude.

“Wow!” He's gesturing with his hands, turning to face you directly, but you avoid his gaze, looking ahead, where the red lights of the girl's car are disappearing into the distance, fading away into the shadows of the night.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can sense that Steve is offended.

“I was just being nice so she would help us. I didn't want us to be stuck here in the middle of nowhere at night with a dead engine.”

You remain silent, ignoring him, and Steve sighs, reaching out a hand toward you, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. His thumb caresses your skin delicately, touching you as if it were the first time he had ever done so, as if he didn't already know every inch of your complexion by memory.

“Sweetheart, you're being crazy,” he murmurs, struggling to hold back a smile at the sight of your cute, frowning face. “And jealous. You're never jealous.”

You raise your eyebrows, offended now. “Oh? I'm being crazy?”

You try to pull away from his grasp, but Steve is quicker, leaning toward you with a soft chuckle and kissing your cheek, the tip of your nose, your cheekbone, and finally your lips. That manages to shut you up.

Your irritation subsides a little. Just a little.

“Steve—”

“Shh,” his hand moves down from your cheek to your neck, sliding his thumb across your mouth. He's smiling seductively, his breath grazes your lips before he kisses them one more time. “Let me apologize, hm? I don't want you to get upset, baby”

“Steve...” you breathe out his name, closing your eyes as you feel his lips latch onto your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your skin, sending shivers through all of you. “You're being mean.”

His response is closeness.

Steve leans in closer, so close that you feel surrounded, pinned down in that small passenger seat, locked in by him. One of his knees brushes your thigh, gently pushing it to the side. The space in the van becomes smaller.

His scent, his breath, his warmth. Everything is consuming you.

“Baby,” he coos, his voice deeper, huskier, more yours, “do you really think I could flirt with someone else?” He reaches up, and kisses you under your ear, leisurely. “When I have you right here looking like this? All pretty, waiting for me.”

He's really good at flirting and seducing, you know it.

His hand slips to your waist, fingers tightening just a little, possessive without thinking, like he's trying to remind both of you that you're his.

“You really think I'd want anyone else?” he whispers against your ear, the words sinking into you. “Sweetheart... I barely survive ten minutes not touching you.”

He smiles against your neck when you gasp for air —for him— proud, arrogant, starving.

“I saw your face,” he keeps talking right into your flesh, pressing a slow kiss in your collarbone, his thumb stroking your hip, fingers sneaking beneath the fabric of your skirt's hem. “All pouty and jealous...” His teeth scrape you gently, and your knees almost buckle even while sitting. “God, you're so hot, baby. You drive me insane.”

You feel his nose trace your neck again, slow and dizzying.

And then, his mouth finds that one spot he knows makes you melt.

Your hand shoots up to grab his shoulder.

He smirks into your skin. “There she is.”

You glare at him, even though your pulse is hammering against your ribs.

He can sense it, the beating of your heart just beneath his fingertips as his digits trace upward along the curve of your waist.

“You kissed her.”

“On the cheek,” Steve corrects instantly, but his voice is softer now. Not defensive, regretful. “But I understand your point. I shouldn't have. It was uncalled for on my part.”

He brings a hand to your chin, gently tilting your face toward his. His eyes lock with yours, warm and intense and hopelessly full of you.

“Is this really how you used to flirt?” you inquire after a brief moment of silence in which he is just looking at you in awe. His fingers move up across your chest, up to your face, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Like, that was your game? Silly talk, cocky smiles, kisses on the cheeks?”

“Now you're being mean,” he rolls his eyes, offended, yet that lovesick grin is indelible from his lips.

“That was King Steve?” you ask, both curious and teasing. Now you're smiling mockingly, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt on his chest.

He nudges your nose with his now, teasing as well.

“That is your man,” he corrects you in a promising whisper, kissing your lips again, insatiably. “Only yours. But I guess lately I haven't had much time to stick that in your pretty little head, hm?”

His words hang in the air, warm and smug and deliciously provoking, the kind that crawl down your spine and settle low in your stomach. Igniting sparks of heat and desire deep within you.

You pull back just an inch, enough to breathe, enough to glare at him properly.

“Oh?” you scoff softly, though your voice betrays you, thinner than you meant. “And what is that supposed to mean, Harrington?”

Steve leans back a little, just enough so he can look at you fully-your flushed cheeks, the stubborn fire in your eyes, the way your chest rises and falls faster than before. He licks his bottom lip, slow, contemplative, and it's ridiculous how that motion alone steals your breath.

“It means,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the corner of your mouth as if wiping away a pout he secretly loves, “that maybe I've been too easy on you.”

You blink. “Easy?”

“Mm-hm.” He nods, confident. “Letting you forget who you come home to. Who you get all soft for.” His hand travels down, thumb ghosting over the quickened beat in your throat. “Who you get jealous for.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to let him see how that hits you. But he sees anyway. Of course he does.

“You don't have to remind me,” you mutter, trying to sound unaffected, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Steve hums knowingly. “Hm, I think I do.”

Before you can protest, his fingers slide down your belly, slowly but heavily moving past the fabric of your skirt and trailing in between your thighs, which shiver at the devastating touch of their pace, firm enough that you feel owned, soft enough that you melt.

Your breath stops and he catches it, breathing in your air as if it holds him alive.

“Because ten minutes of some girl batting her eyelashes got you all worked up,” he continues, leaning in until your noses touch again. His fingertips fiddle with the already soaked fabric of your panties. The friction has you nibbling your bottom lip, biting back a moan. “So pretty, but so dumb sometimes.”

You swat his chest with a weak, flustered push. But you don't want him to pull away, you don't want him to stop touching you.

One sweep of his fingers across your folds and you're already clutched like jelly in his arms.

Steve doesn't let you speak either, he captures your mouth in a kiss that is nothing like the one he gave the girl. Nothing quick or polite or meaningless. This one is slow, claiming, possessive, devoted, threaded with apologies and want and pure selfish affection.

A kiss that leaves you breathless.

His lips travel down into your neck again, marking the skin they had already marked before, “I've been taking you for granted. Been neglecting you, sweetheart.”

Two of his digits slide into your pussy, fingering the warm, squishy flesh inside you.

You spread your legs wider on instinct, allowing him easier access to your crotch. Steve is pressing his lips down your neck as he pushes the seat all the way back, causing you both to recline on it.

The sound of the seat gliding along the floor rails is muffled by your choked gasp as Steve begins to move above you like fucking God, pumping rhythmically his fingers inside you.

“Steve— oh!” you mewl out his name, no longer certain whether you're scolding or begging him.

You're utterly swooning, your eyelids fluttering shut from the sheer, delightful sensation of him all over you, all the while your head tilts to one side, allowing him better access to your neck and collarbone.

At first, he doesn't respond with words, but with the intensification of his fingers' motion, not faster or harder, but leisurely and gentle, expert on every inch of you. A deep, steady pace that seeks to pull an orgasm from you, a pace that elicits small, ragged moans.

“You're so wet, baby,” he groans against your chest, lapping at the spot where your heart beats, rampant. One of his fingers strokes circles on your clit while he bathes your breasts with kisses all over your clothes. “So tight, so pretty. This all for me, hm?”

“Mhm!” you whine just as your hand rises to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown strands as the wave of pleasure hits you with the force of a fucking truck. You're close, and he can feel it, right in his fingers. “Stevie...”

You gasp, a futile plea as your hips instinctively rise again to meet the pressure of his fingers, seeking more, crying out for the release that only he can give you..

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” he quietly hisses, gazing at you with blown out pupils as he barely towers over you and moves his way down your body, kissing all he can kiss. He keeps his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. “Can you do that for me, sugar?”

His mere words manage to push you further over the edge. He can see it in the way you're blubbering his name, your hands reaching for him through the darkness, grasping his forearms in complaint when he pulls his fingers out of you, only to lift them to his mouth and taste them as if it's the sweetest treat in the world. You are, to him.

Steve sucks on his fingers without breaking eye contact with you. His orbs glow even within the darkness of the night, sparkling in love, pleasure, in you.

“Can you?” he asks again, shifting and settling himself as best he can so that he's kneeling in front of you, caressing your thighs as he slowly spreads them for him, licking his lips in anticipation.

He pats the plumpness of your right thigh, gently trying to get your attention amidst your haze of pleasure and overstimulation. Carefully, he lifts the fabric of your skirt, gazing lovingly up at you.

“Baby, come back to me,” Steve chuckles hoarsely, leaning down to kiss your knee, then pressing a sloppy kiss on the inner side of your thigh. “I need your words.”

You grunt softly, arching your back, “Just eat me out already, Harrington.”

He keeps smiling, you can catch it in the dark, the way he looks at you, as if you were his whole universe, the most precious thing he has, even when you're all worked up and bratty.

His hands are two entities that are adoring you in their own way and pace, pawing at your bare thighs, sliding up your flesh to caress your hips, pressing and groping everything in their path.

“First I need you to tell me something, okay?” Steve coos, leaning so slowly closer to your core, his fingertips teasing your panties. He appears almost as desperate as you are, but he knows how to behave for you. His breathing grazes against your bare pussy, aching for him, luring him in.

You stare down at him apprehensively, nearly in disbelief, just waiting for him to say whatever it is he wants to blab about in the middle of the best head you'll probably ever experience.

“Tell me I'm yours.”

“W–what?” you blurt out, half-closing your eyes as he teasingly drags his tongue up and down your slit.

His chuckle is warm against your pussy, which is fucking buzzing with eagerness.

“Tell me I'm yours. I want you to be sure of it,” he demands again, good and patient.

“You're mine, Steve,” you tell him, your voice barely a quivering, broken breath. The words are genuine, but right now, they're also a kind of surrender. “You're mine.”

Steve purrs with satisfaction when he hears you, a deep sound that vibrates right where you need him most.

“That's my pretty girl,” he praises you.

He leans in closer and, with a purposeful, slow movement, flicks his tongue over the slit of your sex, a hot, thrilling touch that makes you gasp and grip his hair tighter.

“I'm yours”

Then he begins to work.

His mouth is expert on you, demanding, possessive. Steve makes sure every inch of you knows that you are his universe. His lips are soft and firm, his tongue is agile and precise, thrusting, licking, tracing circles. He goes even deeper, sucking with an intensity that makes you lift your hips off the seat and press against his face.

The air inside the van grows heavy, thick with your passion and the wet, rhythmic sound emanating from it.

“Oh, God, Steve,” you moan his name over and over, the plea becoming a mantra.

He is fucking God. He's everywhere.

His mouth, his tongue, his hands, the way he's grinding his hips as he kneels, fueling his own arousal by giving you pleasure.

One of his hands reaches up across your stomach, gripping one of your breasts, the other presses against your thigh, controlling the angle, making sure you don't drift away from him. He would never let you spoil his all-time favorite meal, after all.

You feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, faster, stronger than before, a pressure that inexorably sweeps you towards the depths of your climax. Your fingers dig into his hair, and pull, not wanting to hurt him, but rather seeking to anchor yourself to the sensation.

Steve's tongue slurps deep between the soaked folds, wetting his chin as he pushes his nose further into your pussy, brushing up against your clit.

He's looking at you, his gaze burning with passion and pure, ravenous longing, a pair of tears brimming in his eyes.

“Cum for me, baby”, he urges you, just before diving back in, his tongue whirling rapidly and fiercely at that most sensitive spot.

The command in his voice is the final spark to the fuse. Between the heat of his mouth and the intensity of his gaze, your world narrows down to the point of contact between his tongue and your clit. The way it sucks, slurps, licks, sticking his fingers in deep enough.

You let out a broken, high-pitched cry that echoes against the van’s metal roof as your body finally gives in. Your hips jerk upward, pinning his face against your pussy as the first wave of the climax hits, hot and ravaging.

And Steve doesn't pull back; instead, he moans into the friction, his tongue never slowing down, greedily drinking you in just like he promised he would. He swallows every drop, his throat moving against your sensitive skin, ensuring he claims every bit of the release he drew out of you.

Your hands, which had been clutching his hair, go limp, sliding down to rest heavily on his shoulders as the aftershocks tremble through your legs. You’re panting, your chest heaving, and the silence of the street outside feels deafening compared to the roar of blood in your ears.

Steve lingers right there for a long moment, his forehead resting against your pelvis as he catches his own breath.

When he finally pulls away, he looks completely wrecked, his hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and wet with your cum, and that 'King Steve' smirk has been replaced by a look of sheer, vulnerable adoration.

He climbs back up, hovering over you in the cramped space, and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe a stray tear of overstimulation from your cheek.

“That's my girl,” he purrs his praise before kissing your lips, making you taste yourself spread all over his mouth. “You taste so good, baby.” He is kissing you again, loud and sloppy, “You feel better, hm?”

You can only nod, still too dazed to form a coherent sentence, looking up at him with big, sparkling eyes. The jealousy from earlier feels like a lifetime ago, a silly, distant memory.

Why did you even get jealous in the first place? You can't remember. All you can think about is him. It's always him, him, him.

“Good,” he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip before settling into a soft, lingering kiss. “I love you so much.”

He seals his promise with another kiss.

“I love you too, Stevie,” you respond, smiling sheepishly, brushing strands of hair off his forehead.

He plants another kiss on your lips before helping you adjust your clothing, setting your panties properly and smoothing your skirt back down your thighs.

Then adjust the passenger seat, returning it to its previous setting, carefully, of course.

Steve reluctantly pulls back, shifting to sit in the driver's seat properly, though he keeps one hand firmly planted on your knee as he does. He takes a deep breath, smoothing back his hair with his free hand, bringing his mental focus back to the current circumstances. The end of the world, Vecna, the Upside Down, all that shit.

“Now,” he says, reaching for the keys in the ignition with a playful glint in his eyes. “Let’s see if I can actually get this piece of junk to…”

He turns the key. The engine sputters, coughs, and then roars to life with a triumphant rumble.

Steve lets out a silly giggle, glancing over at you with a wink that makes your heart skip a beat all over again.

“Vroom, vroom, baby”

[meadowscarlet]

Oblivious — S.H.

gif from @rhaenyratargeryen

steve harrington x fem!reader.

summary: steve has been in love with his best friend ever since they met at tina’s halloween party. from that night on, she became the one constant he could hold onto, the bright spot in the middle of hawkins’ endless chaos. every sweet laugh, every word, every small gesture from her felt like a lifeline, something he had quietly cherished for years. he longed for her in ways he couldn’t admit, craving more than just her friendship… unfortunately she’s oblivious as hell.

warnings: steve being a blubbering lovesick fool to the reader & making out (we love you yearning harrington).

author’s notes: i had to.

STEVE HARRINGTON IS ANNOYINGLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. Everyone with working eyes—hell even a person with one blind eye can tell that he was head over heels for you. From the moment he saw discomfort gracing your pretty face when a guy was touching you like he had the privilege to do so at Tina’s Halloween party and punched him, you with your soft eyes and sweet smile thanking him, Steve knew he was gone for.

Ever since that moment, you and Steve became inseparable. You were there when he got roped into Dustin and his band of nerds’ chaos, watching in barely concealed amusement as Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High, was gradually, inevitably, reduced to a glorified babysitter.

And a pathetic yearner.

“Earth to Steve Harrington,” Robin waved a hand in front of his face, bringing him out of his daze. “You’ve probably been in Heaven for a while now, buddy.”

Steve gave Robin a confused, annoyed look, one brow lifting. Robin said nothing, only turning her attention to you. You were perched on the couch with a magazine in hand, brows adorably scrunched in deep focus, a detail Steve always noticed no matter how hard he tried not to.

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, a quiet, unconscious habit that made his thoughts stumble. He hadn’t kissed you, not yet, but he imagined it anyway; imagined how sweet your lips would taste if he ever got the chance. The thought lingered, soft and maddening. Even with everything falling apart around you, you looked calm, serene, painfully pretty. It was unfair. You drove him absolutely insane.

Ah. This was the “Heaven” Robin was talking about.

He peeled his eyes away from you, although albeit reluctantly and turned instead to a far less pleasant sight: Robin grinning at him, eyes bright with unmistakable mischief.

So this is probably the Hell side now.

“You really can’t go a minute—scratch that, a second—without getting all gooey-eyed over her. It’s pathetic,” Robin said with a dramatic sigh, before her mouth curved into a smirk. “And kinda cute.”

Steve gave her a deadpan look. “I don’t go all gooey-eyed.”

He was, of course, lying. Ever since he’d picked you up earlier and you’d stepped out of your house in that goddamn white skirt he loves, Steve had been fighting for his life the entire day. The sight of you had nearly short-circuited his brain, heat rushing straight to his face, his thoughts scattering in every direction at once.

God, you were so so beautiful.

The only thing that kept him from completely losing it was your bright, sweet smile and the way you’d greeted him with that soft, “Hey, Stevie,” like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t just undone him with a single look. The moment had lodged itself deep in his mind, replaying over and over, refusing to let him forget just how badly he had it.

Okay, maybe he was actually pathetic. Pining over a girl for years who only sees him as her best friend. But nobody could blame him. Every time he looked at you, it felt like the rest of the world softened and blurred at the edges. You were the one steady thing he clung to whenever thoughts of the crawl crept into his mind or worry for Dustin tightened his chest. Just knowing you were there was enough to ground him, a quiet reminder that he didn’t have to carry all of it alone.

You were solace wrapped in beautiful skin and an angelic face, and Steve still couldn’t believe he’d been lucky enough to earn even an ounce of your affection; even if it was only as a friend. He wouldn’t risk it. He couldn’t. Somewhere along the way, he’d accepted the quiet ache of it, choosing your laughter, your trust, your presence over the chance of losing you entirely.

Wanting you as something more hurt, but losing you would hurt worse, and so he held his feelings close, content to love you quietly even if all he wanted to was to scream how much he loves you.

Robin groaned. “You’re doing it again. It’s getting creepy now.”

“Doing what?” Steve asked, completely unaware that, in the middle of his wandering thoughts, his gaze had drifted back to you, settling there like it always did, natural and unthinking, as if his eyes knew exactly where they belonged.

“Going gooey-eyed over her,” she replied with a snort. “Can practically see hearts forming in your eyes.”

“You’re so annoying,” he muttered, but he caught the way Robin wiggled her brows when he very much didn't deny it. He flipped her off. “You’re way worse with Vickie.”

“Touché,” Robin shrugged, looking far too pleased with herself. “But, hey, at least I can do that to my girlfriend. You? You’re over here staring at Y/N like a sad puppy and doing absolutely nothing about it.”

“Touché,” Steve shot back with a glare, then let out a long, exhausted sigh, like this was a conversation he’d been hoping to avoid all day—which, honestly, it was. “It’s complicated,” he said flatly. “You know that.”

“You’re a coward, Steve,” Robin beamed.

“I know that,”

“An absolute down bad loser,” she added.

Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Mhm.”

“A lovesick puppy,”

“This is the second time you referred to me as a puppy—“

Robin shushed him, holding up a finger. “Wait, I’ve got another one…” She clicked her tongue, eyes lighting up like a lightbulb going off. “A miserable, pathetic, yearner.”

He scowled at her. “Are you done?”

“Do you want me to list more of your characteristics?” Robin asked, genuinely curious.

Steve pointed an accusing finger at her. “You need to shut your mouth.”

“Who needs to shut their mouth?”

It felt like Steve had just gotten whiplash. His head snapped toward where you now stood beside him and Robin at the radio station table. Amusement sparkled in your pretty eyes, your glossy lips curving slightly, almost into a smile. He didn’t even realize how his whole body relaxed, how a breath slipped free from his chest, before he flashed you that easy, charming grin without a second thought.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted.

You giggled. “Hey Stevie,”

“It was—um, Robin was just—“ he rambled, hands going through his hair, a trait he does when he’s nervous and endearingly, whenever he talks to you.

“You’re such a lost cause,” Robin whispered to him and Steve prayed, actually prayed that you didn’t hear what she said.

Steve shook his head. “Robin’s just being annoying as usual.”

Robin rolled her eyes and stepped away from the both of you to check on the radios instead.

“Shit it’s 2pm already,” Steve cursed as he looked at his watch then back to you. “Let’s get you home, angel.”

You chuckled, a sound that shot straight through him like electricity, something he always wished he could bottle up and keep to himself. “Since when did you start listening to my dad?”

“Uhh…” He hesitated, then gave you a sheepish grin. “Since now?”

Your smile widened, pretty and effortless, and Steve felt himself drawn in like a moth to a flame. Were you a witch or something? That smile could bring any man to his knees, and Steve wasn’t exaggerating. He knew all too well about the assholes you’d dated before, the ones who’d melted at your charm. He clenched his jaw, recalling them with a mix of irritation and longing, and as Robin would constantly remind him, he was a jealous asshead—especially whenever he remembered the chances you’d given those guys that he would have killed to have himself.

You really had no idea what you’re doing to him.

“You’re such a gentleman,” you teased him.

He does not feel like a gentleman right now.

Seeing you with your hair loose, cascading in a dazzling wave over your shoulders, wearing shorts that only reached your thighs and a lacy top that hugged your figure perfectly, Steve couldn’t help but stare. You looked completely at ease in your own room, effortlessly beautiful, and every detail of you seemed to pull him in, making it impossible to look away.

Jesus Christ.

Steve swallowed audibly, his cheeks burning as his fingers itched to bridge the space between you. A fierce, almost desperate need surged through him to touch the soft, inviting skin that had been calling his name for as long as he could remember. He felt feverish, consumed by want and desire. Watching you sit cross-legged on your bed, looking up at him with those dangerously captivating eyes and soft, plump lips he ached to taste, he wanted nothing more than to burn this moment into his memory forever, unable to look away.

“—and he was being a complete, total jerk,” you rambled, frustration flickering across your face as you glanced at Steve, who was still staring at you like he hadn’t heard a single word. You cleared your throat, a little sharper this time. “Stevie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” he replied automatically, shaking his head as if to clear the fog of his wandering thoughts.

“Were you even listening?”

“Yeah, yeah, I was—” He started, but trailed off the moment he caught your incredulous, are-you-kidding-me look. With a defeated shrug, he admitted, “No, not really, angel. Sorry.”

Worry creased your eyebrows. “Are you alright? You’ve been… weird today. Is it because of the crawl? Or Dustin?”

“No, no,” Steve spluttered, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I mean, yeah, this crawl shit is freaking me out and I’m worried as hell about Dustin, but I just… I think he’s a complete asshole.”

You gaped at him. “Dustin?”

Steve swore under his breath. “Not Henderson, sweetheart. The guy you were just talking about. Jake? John? Ja—”

“It’s Jared,” you supplied.

“Yeah, whatever. Him,” Steve said, waving a dismissive hand. “He’s an asshole. And he doesn’t deserve you. At all.”

You let out a halfhearted laugh, shaking your head. “You say that about every guy I’ve ever dated, Steve.”

Steve stared at you like you’d just said something outrageous. “Yeah, because it’s always true,” he shot back, completely serious. “They don’t listen to you, they don’t look at you the way they should, and they sure as hell don’t appreciate you.” He stopped himself, jaw tightening, then softened slightly as he met your eyes. “I just… I don’t like seeing you waste your time.”

You blinked at him, clearly caught off guard by the intensity in his voice. “Steve…” you said softly.

Steve didn’t know where the sudden surge of confidence came from, only that seeing you like this did something to him. Your pretty eyes were fixed on him, all attention and concern, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you worried at it absentmindedly. You looked so effortlessly beautiful it almost hurt to take in.

He moved closer, slowly, until he was crouched in front of where you sat on the bed. Even like that, he still loomed over you, and he didn’t miss the way bashfulness flickered across your face when you noticed just how little space remained between you.

You looked up at him through your lashes, breath a little unsteady, and for a moment the room felt too quiet, too small for everything sitting between you.

His voice came out softer than he expected when he spoke, careful, like he was afraid to startle you. “He’s a dickhead.”

You couldn’t help letting out a small laugh, the sound easing the tension between you, the kind that had begun to feel almost dangerous. Steve had always been good at that, at making you feel comfortable without even trying, and the realization left a faint bitterness in your chest.

No matter who you dated, you always ended up comparing them to him. Steve was your best friend, someone off limits, someone safely labeled as just a friend. And yet, the way he was looking at you now, with quiet reverence, like you held all the comfort he had been searching for, made that label feel suddenly fragile.

You swallowed, breaking eye contact first, your fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt. “You don’t have to hate every guy on my behalf, you know,” you said gently, trying to sound light, normal.

Steve huffed out a breath, something almost like a laugh, but his eyes never left your face. “I know,” he replied. “I just… want better for you.”

The words settled heavy between you, unspoken meanings threading through the silence. You looked back at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time the thought crept in uninvited and terrifying.

What if better had been sitting in front of you all along?

“Like who, Stevie?”

The words landed softly, but they unraveled him all the same. Steve went still, breath catching in his chest as he looked at you, sitting there with that open expression that had always undone him. For once, he didn’t look away.

“Me,” he said quietly.

Your eyes widened, and Steve rushed on before fear could stop him, voice trembling but sure. “I mean… I know I’m your best friend, and I know I’m not supposed to feel this way, but I do. I have for a long time. Since Tina’s party. Since before I even knew what to do with it.” He swallowed hard, hands curling into fists at his sides. “I try to be okay with just being your friend because having you like that is better than not having you at all. But it’s killing me, Y/N, actually killing me.”

You didn’t speak right away. The silence stretched, heavy and fragile, and Steve braced himself for the worst, forcing his hands to stay still even though every instinct told him to pull back. His chest felt too tight, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

To his surprise, you reached out hesitantly as if you were second guessing if you should touch him, then cupped his jaw.

“I didn’t know,” you whispered, your thumb brushing lightly against his skin.

Steve leaned into your touch without thinking, his eyes fluttering shut for half a second as if he’d been waiting for this his entire life. “Robin and Dustin said I was too obvious.”

You laughed, bringing his face closer to you. “I’m sorry, I’m stupid.”

Steve let out a quiet, breathy laugh, eyes opening as he looked at you like you’d just said something impossible. “Hey,” he murmured, lifting a hand to rest over yours, grounding but gentle. “You’re not stupid. Just… a little oblivious.”

“A little?” you sheepishly smiled.

“I take that back,” Steve retorted fondly. “You were so oblivious. My oblivious girl.”

The words hung between you, warm and intimate, and something inside him shifted. You leaned in, fearless this time, and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, and Steve froze for a heartbeat, eyes wide, before closing them and melting into it.

He groaned softly into your lips, the sound low and unguarded, and immediately knew he was addicted. You tasted impossibly sweet, like everything he had wanted for years distilled into a single moment, and it sent a jolt straight through him.

His hands tightened gently on your waist, pulling you closer, desperate to feel every inch of you.

“This is driving me insane, baby,” he murmured between heated kisses, his other hand brushing up to tug lightly at the strap of your lacy top. “You drive me fucking insane, god.”

You squealed as Steve suddenly lifted you by the back of your thighs, carrying you effortlessly from the bed. Without breaking the kiss, he sat down and brought you with him, your legs wrapping around his waist as you straddled his lap.

A quiet moan escaped you, and Steve swallowed it like a man starved, his own breath hitching in response. Your lips were soft and warm against his, sending shivers down his spine, and every brush of your mouth against his felt like fire sparking through him. His hands moved instinctively, resting on your hips and pulling you closer, as if he could finally make up for all the years he’d held back.

He broke away from the kiss, eyes trailing hungrily to your dazed eyes, flushed face and swollen lips. “You’re mine now, sweetheart.”

You grinned and pecked his lips. “All yours, Harrington.”

[polaroidsbylizzie]

TOO BIG

Steve Harrington x reader

In which! You and Robin are having a conversation where you confess your boyfriend’s… thing is too big

Warnings: There is discussion of sexual stuff, explicit innuendo, and over-the-top panic. Robin loses her mind. Contains strong language, mature themes, and chaotic comedic freakouts. Reader discretion advised

The blue light of the TV flickered across the living room as the credits rolled. You shifted on the sofa, glancing toward the stairs to make sure your parents were still safely out of earshot before leaning in toward Robin.

"Look, I know you don’t want to listen to this because, obviously, it’s Steve... he’s your best friend," you sighed, running a hand over your face in frustration. "But ugh, Robin, he’s just... he's too big."

Robin’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She choked on a handful of popcorn, coughing violently before staring at you in pure, unadulterated shock.

"Jesus! What?!" she hissed, her voice cracking as she looked frantically between you and the ceiling. "I—I don't need to know that! I really, really don't need the mental imagery of Harrington's... attributes. let me remind you me and him are platonic with a capital P, remember? My brain is currently trying to eject that information like a faulty VHS tape!"

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, but you didn't back down. "I’m serious, Robin! I didn't think it was a thing people actually... dealt with. It’s a genuine problem."

"A problem? A problem!" Robin stage-whispered, her hands flying around in frantic patterns. "That is a 'you' problem! That is a 'Steve' problem! That is a 'please-God-let-vecna-take-me-now' problem! I am the keeper of his secrets, sure, but I drew the line at his chest hair grooming habits. This? This is miles past the line. The line is a tiny dot to us now!"

She grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly to her chest, staring at the blank TV screen as if searching for an escape route. "Does he know? Does he know that you know that I now know? Wait..." She squinted at you, her brain working overtime. "On a scale of—actually, no. Stop. Don't answer that. I’m putting up a mental lead wall."

"I'm so, so sorry, Robin, but I can't talk about this with Nancy because... you know... that's weird. But ugh, you know how they always say it 'always fits'? Well, it does. And it feels so good from start to finish, but the next day... I can barely walk, Robin."

"Nancy? No! God, no! Don't bring the Wheeler into this!" Robin hissed, her voice reaching a frantic, vibrating whisper.

As you continued, describing the logistical aftermath, Robin let out a low, pained groan. She slowly slid down the cushions until her head was resting against the back of the sofa, staring up at the ceiling fan in a trance of despair.

"The next day? Barely walk?" she repeated, her voice sounding faint. "I’m losing it. I’ve officially lost it. I am currently listening to a detailed medical report on the structural damage caused by Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. My life is a tragedy. A tragedy."

She suddenly sat bolt upright, pointing a finger at you, her eyes wide and slightly crazed. "And the 'always fits' thing? That’s a lie! It’s a total lie propagated by... I don't know, Big Romance! Clearly, science has failed us. Physics has failed us! If you're walking like a newborn fawn for forty-eight hours after a date, that’s not 'fitting,' that’s—that’s an invasion!"

She grabbed the bowl of popcorn and held it like a shield. "And I did not need the 'feels good' part. That’s the part that’s going to be seared into my brain during our next shift at the radio station. He’s going to ask me how last night was, and I’m going to be thinking about your... your mobility issues."

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so glad big dick steve has been confirmed

[chestharrington]

let's hear it for the boy! || steve harrington x reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 10.9k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (solo masturbation, dry humping, f!receiving oral, handjob, premature ejaculation, p in v sex), language, sexual references, Steve is very oblivious, Steve can't get it up (unless it's for you), porn WITH plot, slow-ish burn

Summary: set before s4. steve has a problem. he can't cum unless he's thinking about you. except you're his friend and he definitely doesn't have any romantic feelings towards you. at least, that's what he tells himself.

“Seriously? Katie Frey doesn’t do it for you?” You asked, sitting atop the counter at Family Video. Steve shrugged, embarrassment welling up in his chest at your words, and the general topic of conversation.

“I was as surprised as you are now,” he said, twirling a company branded pen between his fingers and hoping the fidgeting would take his mind off of how absolutely mortified he was. “Because, like, Katie is hot.”

“Absolutely. Smokin’ hot.” Your voice was muffled around a twizzler, framed by perfectly made-up lips.

He made a face at your interruption, staring at you with narrowed eyes until you mimed zipping your mouth shut.

“And like, she’s got these great tits. Huge.” Really huge, fucking perfect tits. Not that he was a perv about it, but it was hard not to notice them. “And she’s pretty. And, you know, we were going at it at her apartment after our date and I swear I was into it. But…” He stopped twirling the pen so he could bury his face into his hands, mumbling the end of the sentence. “I couldn’t… cum, you know? I had to just fake it.”

“Fake it? Were you convincing?” you asked, brows furrowed. He peered up at you through the spaces between his fingers, at the quirk of a smile on your lips. “Maybe you should show me. I’m a visual learner.”

He threw the pen at you and groaned in frustration. “You’re an asshole, you know that right? This is serious.”

You did your best to adjust your expression and be empathetic. “Okay, well that didn’t happen with Sheryl, did it?” He shook his head. “Maybe you’re still stuck on Sheryl.”

He shrugged, letting himself relax a little. “Eh, not really. She was fun, but clingy.”

You sighed, leaning forward like a scientist observing him under a microscope. “Other than like… the finale, was the sex good?”

“Yes! And the date was perfectly fine too.” He sat up straighter, crossing his arms across his chest. He was telling the truth… mostly. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t amazing. It was just… fine. He gave you a half-smile. “Thanks for letting me talk to you about this. Robin would be all weird about it.”

You smiled teasingly. “Oh, Robin would’ve bailed the moment you said the word cum.” You altered your voice into a shockingly accurate impression of your friend. “‘Ew, Steve! I don’t want to hear about the details of hetero sex. I faked mono during sex-ed for a reason.”

“She would’ve agreed about Katie’s tits, though,” Steve insisted. “She’d pretend to be mortified that I’m objecting women or whatever, but she’d agree.”

You laughed and shook your head at his words, and he felt a tiny tug in his chest— some sort of like, stirring, big feeling.

He didn’t get it. The two of you had been friends since Freshman year, when you moved next door to Carol and she dragged you to every hangout, big and small. He always sort of figured that Carol was trying to set you up with him, but neither of you ever made a move.

He wasn’t sure why he felt that uncomfortable ache in his chest when you smiled lately. There had never been any feelings there in all the time he’d known you, right? Sure, he thought you were hot— that’s why he had to give you dating advice all the time—but that was different.

"Maybe you just need to find the right girl, or something,” you said earnestly. “Like… maybe your dream girl is right in front of you, and even if your brain doesn’t know it, your body does.”

You tucked your permed hair behind your ear and it made his stomach drop like he was on a roller coaster. And he was confused about how such a tiny sensation could feel so overwhelming when he heard the bells above the door ring.

The girl approached the counter with big brown eyes and hair that looked a little fried by bleach and perm solution. He did love curls, though.

“I called this morning,” she said, her voice low and sultry. He liked sultry. “Some guy named Keith set aside Footloose for me? Should be under Rebecca Martin, or Becky, maybe.”

Steve smiled and turned on the charm.

Becky wasn’t the hottest thing to moan during sex, but Steve Harrington wasn’t a quitter. He’d just… avoid names in general.

Steve was a gentleman. They’d gone to dinner a few nights prior, and he’d been polite and kissed her at the front door. It had gone well enough to tell Robin about, which was saying something. He liked her sense of humor, she was sweet, and her perfume was so nice that it was practically addicting.

The second date wasn’t as formal. Movie at his place, stealing his parents’ fancy wine out of the cabinet like a high schooler. It started innocently enough that he wasn’t even sure if he should go any further, keep things cool, really see this one through this time.

But, Jesus Christ, did she have other plans. Pretty, pink manicured nails traced along his thigh, dimpling the fabric of his jeans, which were already tight enough. She played coy— eyes on the movie, a satisfied smirk on her lips as her hand paused just below where he wanted it. He squirmed, just slightly, feeling his dick stir with interest. She batted big doe-eyes at him and furrowed her brows in a very practiced manner.

“Something wrong?” She asked, and he could see the amusement in her gaze as her hand wandered up, cupping the bulge that was swelling in the front of his jeans. She sprung into action after he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, making quick work of the button and zipper so she could wiggle her hand beneath his boxers.

Her hand was deliciously soft, and he liked the soft gasp of surprise that escaped her when she took him into her hand and gave a testing stroke. It was dry, and a little uncomfortable until she spat into her hand and started over. It felt good. She felt good.

“Do you wanna go to your room?” Her words were damp against the column of his throat, no doubt leaving pink stains from her lipstick.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah. I want to.”

——

His cheeks were burning as he watched Becky redress, hurriedly tugging her panties up her legs. Her annoyance and disappointment was blatant in her features, and it made his chest ache with mortification.

“That doesn’t—“ He shook his head. That doesn’t usually happen sounded like a stupid excuse, especially considering that his last hookup had ended similarly. This time had been worse. “I don’t know why that happened.”

She shrugged, shimmying into her denim skirt. “It’s whatever, Steve.”

“No, no I mean it,” he said, trying to fight the frown on his lips, trying to seem at least a little… casual about it all. He’d gone down on her until she came apart right on his tongue, then he took his time to get her stretched out and ready for him until she couldn’t take anymore and begged for him.

He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel her around him, warm and tight and pliant, blinking prettily up at him while she moaned and gasped. So why wouldn’t his body let him do it?

What the fuck?

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it.” As soon as he heard the pity in her voice, he nearly wanted to die. “I’m only in town to visit my aunt anyway.”

“This really never happens to me,” he insisted. The look on her face— the subtle mix of disbelief and scorn— made him feel like he was a bug under her shoe.

He didn’t bother redressing more than just tugging on his boxers as she left, and he was grateful she at least let him walk her to the door after the world’s most disastrous hookup attempt.

He groaned in annoyance as he closed the door behind him, running his hands through his mussed-up hair. He was at the phone before he even realized where he was walking, dialing the number through sheer muscle memory.

“Hello?” Your voice crackled along the line, sounding sleepy. What time was it?

“Hey,” Steve said, leaning against the wall where the phone was mounted. He didn’t need to worry about calling directly from his personal line when his parents weren’t home. Besides, he was sweating, smelled like sex, and there was something comfortable about the cool, empty room downstairs. “Am I bothering you?”

“Nuh-uh,” you hummed, and he heard something shuffle on your side of the phone. “Just painting my nails. What’s up? I thought you were busy with Becky tonight?”

His heart thumped uncomfortably and he wished he hadn’t called. “Yeah, uh, she left.”

“Oh,” you replied, and he could picture the look of soft concern you would be wearing. “You sound disappointed. Did it not go well?”

Steve scratched at his chest, the hair there still a bit tacky with sweat. “Permission to overshare?”

You paused. “Hm…” Another beat. “Uh, I guess so. Why not?”

You were quiet as Steve recounted the experience with you, right down to the horrific realization that he couldn’t stay hard and their night had to be cut short. He waited as soon as he explained Becky's departure, waiting for you to laugh or tease him.

“That’s tough, but it happens, Steve,” you said softly. “Maybe your heart wasn’t in it.”

He groaned again, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead. “I don’t care if my heart was in it. I wanted my dick to be in it.” He paused. “That wasn’t on purpose, but you know what I mean. My heart has never been a problem before.”

“Well, stress can impact performance,” you explained. “Especially if you’re psyching yourself out about whether or not you’re going to get off. Permission for me to overshare?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his mussed hair. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Permission granted.”

“Last year when they hired me at The Gap at the mall and made me a manager for no reason, I was so fucking stressed out that I couldn’t get myself off for weeks. Like, I tried everything. You know what finally helped?”

Steve swallowed. Hard. “W-what?”

“I turned off my brain for a few hours. I just let my hands wander a bit, figured out what felt good, and explored that for a while before moving on to the next spot. Eventually, I made myself cum without even realizing what I was doing.” You paused, and he heard a nervous laugh slip past your lips. “Um, that's just, like, a suggestion.”

The mental image was enough to make his cock twitch beneath the thin material of his boxers. He swallowed, trying to block out the images of you; naked, hand between your thighs, writhing in pleasure. His length throbbed again, because despite his best efforts, the image didn’t go away.

“I’m just trying to explain that it’s super common to have issues getting off, and it’s not weird!” You said, the silence clearly making you antsy. “Did that help at all?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “Robin would say this is a sign from the universe that I should just be single for a while.”

“Maybe.” You paused. “Give yourself some time, alright? You’ve been through a lot, Steve. Stuff like that is bound to catch up sooner or later.”

You were waiting for him by your next shift, sneaking past Robin to pull him aside. “Did you try it?” You asked, blinking up at him.

“What?” He furrowed his brows until you mimed jerking off and his cheeks fucking burned. “Oh, no. I wasn’t up for it.” He groaned. “I didn’t mean it like that either.”

“I know, I know,” you assured, a pretty smile on your lips. “So, do you think that Becky’s not…”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again, which blows.”

You shrugged. “Screw that. You can find someone way better, alright?” He wanted to roll his eyes as you grabbed his shoulders in your hands, making him look right at you. When he tried to look away, you repeated yourself. “Alright?”

He sighed. “Yeah, yeah, alright.” He wriggled out of your grip. “Can you just hand me the returns cart so I can shelve them?” You shrugged and passed him the cart, eager to offload your tasks if he was willing to take them.

He needed a distraction. Because you were wearing a black miniskirt with your dumb family video vest, and a fucking Star Wars shirt he would’ve found dorky if you weren’t perfectly endearing.

You were giggling and smiling, fighting with Robin over a copy of some movie you both were dying to see before the other. He sighed as he shelved a copy of A Christmas Story, wondering why someone would’ve rented that in August.

He got the cart shelved, helped a nice old lady find a Hitchcock movie she’d liked when her late husband showed her, and even reorganized the snack counter before he finally came upon a hitch in his day.

“Steve!” Your voice was barely a whisper, coming from Keith’s office. He looked around at the store, where Robin was sitting unfazed at the main counter, and slipped past the door.

Oh fuck. You were bent over Keith’s desk, legs sprawled awkwardly, tugging hopelessly at where your shirt was caught on a screw pinning it and you to the wall. He couldn’t even fathom how you’d gotten into that position— maybe reaching for something that had fallen behind the bulky desk?

Worst of all, that stupid mini skirt. Bent over the desk, he saw the baby blue cotton of your panties. His mouth went dry. He’d forgotten why he’d walked into the room in the first place.

“Steve! My shirt is stuck on one of the screws,” you explained, squirming slightly with impatience. “I got this when Empire came out, it’s irreplaceable. Just pull the desk out so I can move.”

It took a few seconds for his brain to comprehend what was asked of him. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Easy-peasy.” He grimaced. Why the fuck did he say that?

“Steve, hurry.” He tried not to look back at your ass as he approached the desk, giving it a slight tug so you were no longer pinned. You stumbled a bit before standing and tugging your skirt down, giving him a sheepish smile. “Jesus, that was so stupid. I dropped my time card clocking in from my break. Thanks Steve.”

With the desk pulled out, you grabbed it easily and waved it in front of his face. He gave a weak heh as you patted his shoulder and sauntered back out.

He leaned against the wall, relishing in how cold it was against his weirdly hot body. He wasn’t dumb. He knew you were attractive. He thought you were fucking stunning. But you were his friend, not someone he was trying to fuck around with.

Imagine his surprise when he found himself already half-hard just from barely even a glimpse of your panties when he couldn’t even get it up for the girls he was actually trying to sleep with.

“God fucking damn it,” he muttered, adjusting himself as best as he could before stepping out of the office. As soon as he hit the floor, Robin grabbed his arm and tugged him towards a box of new releases.

“Hey, Stevie, do you mind putting out the pornos? I would but… you know. I don’t really want to.”

Better and better. “Yeah, what would Gloria Steinem think if she knew you saw a VHS sleeve that showed tits?” He raised a brow and took the new box, boasting salacious titles like— Slutty Slumber Party and Cock Fight III.

She pinched his cheek with a grin and patted his back. “You’re the best, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. He knew that already.

You caught up to him before he could pass the privacy curtain that partitioned the triple X section from the rest of the store, peering down into the box.

“Let me help you put these out,” you offered, already scooping up as many titles as you could carry from the box. It was his worst nightmare come to life— an inconvenient boner, his cute friend, and a million sets of tits and dicks everywhere the eye could see.

It was blissfully quiet as he focused intensely on alphabetizing the titles. You helped him do stuff all the time, no need for him to make it weird just because you were shelving movies like Hot Groupie Fuckfest 2.

“Maybe you should sneak one of these home,” you finally said, turning the title in your hand towards him. “It could help.”

“I don’t need tapes to get off,” he insisted, maybe a little too defensively. “I like magazines better anyway. Classier.” He swore internally, realizing he had revealed something extremely private that he hadn’t shared with anyone.

You shrugged and continued shelving. “Magazines are cool,” you replied, rather awkwardly, like you were walking on eggshells. “Very classy.”

“Nothing is wrong with me,” he finally said. His mortification had gotten the best of him and the words just came out. “I’m fine.”

“Okay…” you replied, a furrow between your brows. “I never said you weren’t, Steve. I’m just—“

“Trying to help— I know but…” he groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Let’s drop it, alright?” You nodded in agreement and he sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The two of you stood there for a moment before you nodded back to the crate. “Okay, we’ve got, like, three dozen more to stock, so let’s just get it done.”

He hated that he’d upset you, or offended you, or made you feel any way towards him other than perfectly happy. But what was he supposed to do? The entire ordeal was utterly humiliating.

And you seemed totally unbothered as you read the back cover of some girl on girl flick, interest in your eyes. Were you into that stuff? Was that what you liked thinking about? Why was he even concerned about what you think about?

You shelved the movie and moved on— grabbing your next pile, one that took you across the room to the shelf of more taboo, kinky stuff. He stared as you got onto your knees, bending over to stock the bottom shelf. And there he was— greeted by another tiny flash of your panties under the fluorescent lights just before you tugged your skirt down.

His cock stirred with interest, toeing the line between half-hard and impossible to ignore. Jesus. Were you doing it on purpose?

“Hm? Doing what?“ you asked, glancing over your shoulder. “Because if you mean stocking the weird shit on the bottom shelf, that’s a yes. No one wants to walk in and be eye-level with Fist Fest II.”

There was something about your smile then— sweet, like you had no idea the torment you were putting him through. He wanted to cry. “I’ll be right back.”

Robin ignored him as he practically darted past her and into the back rooms. He didn’t even bother clocking out for his break before he ducked into the employee’s only bathroom and locked the door behind himself.

He wasn’t an animal. Typically, he had self control. But a week of being unable to get off combined with your obliviousness as to what you were doing to him had him ready to jump out of his skin.

He fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking echoed off of the tile walls as he practically ripped it off. He made quick work of the button and zipper of his fly, practically moaning with relief at the lack of restriction. He spat into his hand before he shoved it into his briefs, crying out in relief before he thought better of it and bit onto his fist to keep quiet.

This, he realized as he grew frustrated with the lack of mobility and pulled his dick out at work, was a new low for him. Teeth cut into the meat of his palm as he fucked his hand in earnest, muffled moans coming out strangled and desperate. There wasn’t time for teasing, for drawing it out like he usually did when he was alone. It felt like his body was a rubber band, stretched and poised to snap.

And, god help him, he was thinking about you. Of you bent over Keith’s desk, legs gangly and awkward, ass in the air, wriggling to try to free yourself before caving and asking him for help. Steve was a gentleman. He only spared one look of shock before averting his eyes. But fantasies didn’t hurt anyone.

Fantasies about you doing it on purpose— arching your back and wiggling your hips invitingly because you wanted him to see you like that. In another world, where you wanted him and he wanted you, he would’ve relished in that scenario. Of you teasing and entrapping him in some game of cat and mouse. Of fucking you over the stupid squeaky desk and covering your mouth so Robin didn’t hear. Biting into your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

He came thinking about you, a guttural, desperate moan cutting into the air despite his best efforts to stay quiet. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed a release until he was coming down, his hand sticky and warm, cum painting the tile in front of him.

“Jesus fucking— goddamn it.” His voice wavered, most of his energy sapped. He felt pathetic as he stuffed his softening length back in his briefs and tugged his pants up, wincing at the sensitivity. And he felt even more pathetic as he grabbed paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned up his spend from the bathroom wall at his fucking workplace.

A sudden loud knock sounded on the door, nearly making him yelp. “Are you okay in there, dingus?” Robin asked, her genuine concern masked by the sarcasm that dripped from her tone. “You ran past like you needed to shit, or something, so I wanted to check.”

He sunk onto the gross bathroom floor and banged his head against the wall. Dying, he decided, would have been less painful than whatever this was.

It had been days, and he had yet to cum unless you were at the top of mind. It had to be a coincidence, like he’d Pavlov-ed himself into only getting hard if he thought about you.

No. That wasn’t exactly true. He could get hard, he just couldn’t cum unless he thought about you. There was a big difference, and it meant he wasn’t totally broken after all. It meant he could fix it.

The most inconvenient thing about it was the fact that he had to jerk off before any shifts with you or he’d have to repeat that first bathroom session, which was something he really, really wanted to leave in the past.

There was a possibility that there was something to the situation at hand— that the reason for his body’s reaction to you was beyond just physical. But that was dumb, and every time that tiny voice in his brain told him to consider it, Steve just shook it off.

His phone rang at his bedside and he sighed, tossing the book he’d been trying to read for the past hour with no avail.

“Yeah?” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He really needed some glasses, huh?

“Hey, Steve, it’s me.” Your voice was like music over the phone, and he sat up quickly, like you were there to witness his lazy, slouchy morning. “I was just calling to ask if you could cover my shift this afternoon. I know it’s a big ask since it’s so last minute, but I can totally pay you back double sometime.”

He scratched the back of his neck. Fucking Keith was on the schedule tonight, and they hated each other. Then again, it wasn’t like he had any plans. He couldn't risk another failed hookup, or word might get around that he was a limp dick loser. “Mhmm. Shouldn’t be too bad,” he lied.

You sighed with relief on the other end. “You’re a lifesaver, Steve. I thought I was gonna have to cancel my date.”

His heart stuttered for a few moments before he recovered and tried to act casual about it. “Date? I didn’t even know you were…” He trailed off, unsure of how to even finish that sentence. His voice was higher than usual, so he cleared his throat to brush it off.

You laughed. “Yeah, I know it’s been a while. I figured I should stop waiting around for something to fall into my lap and just put myself out there, or something. You know, just… casually, nothing too serious.”

Oh. He didn’t have the right to feel disappointed, and yet… He wanted to tell you not to go, to stay home like normal, and keep things like they were already. He didn’t want to imagine you with some random Hawkins asshole right now, especially when he couldn’t think of a single person in city limits who might be worthy of your time.

It was crazy. He’d set you up on plenty of dates and coached you through even more. He didn’t have any reason to feel weird about it now.

“Steve? Did I lose you?” You asked softly. “I know you’re still dealing with… you know, everything. I don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want me to. God, hearing you talk about getting laid while I was having a dry spell used to make me want to rip my hair out.”

“It’s fine,” he insisted. “Go have a good date, and don’t let him have all the fun, alright?”

You laughed, and he could picture you wrinkling your nose the way you always did when he said something dumb. “I would never. Thanks again, Steve.”

You were giddy at work the next morning, a pretty glow about you, an unusual chipper attitude that you shared with every single guest. You weren’t even being particularly snarky with him or Robin.

“Good night?” He asked, despite not really wanting to know. God, it was like there were two halves of himself constantly working against the other.

You smiled brightly, and he almost winced. “It was so good. I think you know him— Andy from Varsity baseball in ‘84. He graduated a year earlier than us and goes to Purdue. He’s living at home while he’s doing an internship for some financial firm.”

“What happened to just being casual?” Steve asked, brows furrowing as he looked at you.

You laughed in lieu of a response and grabbed the box of merchandise for the latest new releases. He stood there dumbly until Keith knocked into his shoulder.

“Back to work, Harrington,” he said in that stupid, asshole voice of his. “These returns aren’t going to shelve themselves.”

——

“You’re glowering.” Robin whispered into his ear a few days later, so close it made him jump out of his frustrated stupor and back into reality.

“I’m not, I'm just focused,” he insisted, even though his eyes were burning holes into the back of Andy’s head. He hit stop on the tape he had successfully rewound and put it back into the case, then back into the cart for shelving.

It was the sort of monotonous task that gave him time to ruminate. And to glower.

Why was Andy even there? Just to distract you from work and charm his way into your pants? Again? You’d been shelving the same tape of The Outsiders for twenty minutes, at least.

God, he sounded like Keith. Wasn’t that terrifying?

“Do you remember him from high school?” Steve finally asked, sparing a glance back at Robin. She shrugged, and he whipped his gaze back to the two of you. His hand was on your hip, dangerously close to grabbing your ass. Classless, asshole college guy. “Yeah, I figured. He graduated in ‘84. Third baseman.”

Robin snorted. “I bet.”

“Cute. Very charming, Robin,” Steve sighed, shaking his head. He stopped the tape and slipped the cover back on. “Whatever. He just doesn’t seem her type, that’s all.”

Robin rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand before he could reach for the next tape. “Steve. Andy is exactly her type. Sweet guy, athletic, charming…” She raised her brows, like she was trying to make a point. But to Steve, the only point she seemed to be making was that Andy was the total package and he was a loser.

“I’m not glowering,” he repeated, if only to prove it to himself. “I’m just trying to finish up the rewinds since we’re down an employee.” He gave a lazy gesture towards the front of the store, where you and Andy were making eyes at each other.

Not jealous. Not jealous at all. Just… sexually frustrated. That was an easy fix.

His Rolodex was filled with girls who he’d fooled around with. When he got home, he flipped through the remaining names, each eliciting vague memories.

Deanna was hot… she had a weird laugh though. Not like you. Your laugh was a nice, warm sound. He liked your laugh more than anything. As a friend. Of course.

Maybe Kelly? She was sweet, pretty. Not as pretty as you were, obviously, but who was?

He tried calling a few, but most of them wanted nothing to do with a guy who’d forgotten to call for a few months. After his third rejection, he gave up entirely. He didn’t really have it in him to lead another girl on, anyway.

Maybe there was something there he should acknowledge. That itching, stirring feeling of want that had started to fester months ago. Gnawing at the edges of each interaction he had with you. Maybe it had always been there and his dumb body was making him do something about it, just like you’d said.

He was in a mood for the next week. He hadn’t felt this pent up since after graduation, when he had to wear a sailor uniform and perform a public humiliation ritual for minimum wage.

You sidled up to him at the register at closing, where he was getting a sick sort of satisfaction in checking on all of the late charges about to hit the overdue rentals.

You were dressed like you were going to go on a date later— with one of your favorite tops and that goddamn mini skirt. Even worse, you were smiling a pretty smile like you wanted something, which made the itch of irritation claw at his tongue. “I’m not taking another one of your shifts so that you can go out with Andy,” he said sternly, with a narrowed glance at you.

Your brows raised and you gave him a look that told him he was being an asshole, which he already knew. “Okay, one, I wasn’t going to ask you to take one of my shifts, and two, who pissed in your cereal this morning?”

He just huffed. “Sorry, long day.” Long month. “I’m being a dick.”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you are… but I forgive you.” You brushed your hair back and leaned imperceptibly closer. It probably wasn’t on purpose, but your arm pushed against his and you were so warm, and you smelled like the Avon perfume your mom always bought you. ”Let’s hang out tonight. I feel like I only ever see you at work lately. I’ll rent us a movie, grab some dinner on the way… it’ll be just like old times.”

The realistic part of his brain told him it was a bad idea. He’d been plagued with graphic, explicit images of you playing in his head at the worst of times. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to be normal about hanging out at your place.

Which was absolutely ridiculous. It would be the thousandth time he’d been over, but the odds of him getting an inconvenient, persistent boner around you were frustratingly high.

But his alternative was going home to sulk alone and sink deeper into his funk, so he nodded. “Yeah, sounds fun.” It would be fine. He could persevere.

——

Your basement had always been his favorite place to hang out. Unlike his own parents who wanted input into every facet of his young life, your parents let you do whatever the hell you wanted to the space, as long as they could store their treadmill and your mom’s Tupperware stock.

It was lit with old Christmas lights and covered in tchotchkes that you had found in garage sales. Old quilts, your grandma’s macrame, needlepoint throw pillows. It was like an estate sale had crawled inside to die, and he loved it.

The couch had an uncomfortable spring that always dug into his thighs, you picked a really dumb movie, and you had slightly burned the popcorn on the stove, but he couldn’t complain. Maybe he did need this.

”So… are you still seeing Andy?” He asked when the movie hit a lull. It wasn’t that he wasn’t paying attention, it was just hard to focus.

You laughed, shaking your head. You were sprawled across the ugly floral couch, legs in his lap, curled up facing the TV. “Ew, no,” you said with an eye roll. “He was fun at first, but I was just kind of using him, you know?”

Did he know? Probably not, but he nodded like he understood anyway. He took another handful of the mildly-burnt popcorn and watched you out of his periphery (which was, admittedly, not what it used to be).

He tried to focus on the movie some more, but it was you that broke the silence next. You shifted your legs a bit to get comfortable before he felt your gaze on him. “So, how’s your problem?” You asked.

His cheeks felt hot, like his entire head had been shoved under the heat lamp in Dustin’s turtle’s tank. “Oh,“ he cleared his throat. “Fine, I guess. I don’t know, actually. I haven’t been on any dates since Becky, so…”

“Really? Why not?” You asked, brows knit.

His expression was incredulous. Why not? Oh, nothing too bad— just that I can’t get hard lately unless I’m fantasizing about you. “Why do you think? This is totally reputation killing stuff here. I’ll be lucky if the entire female population of Hawkins doesn’t think my dick doesn’t work.”

You shifted closer, but your legs were still heavy in his lap, which he was growing increasingly conscious of. “What about when you’re alone?”

His heart started to hammer as thoughts flooded his brain of the session he’d had in the shower that morning, which had been, in part, fueled by a quick perusal of his photo album from last summer and the handful of pictures of you in a remarkably high cut swimsuit.

“Uh…” His voice was higher than usual, and he tried to bring it back down to Earth before continuing. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, glancing only briefly at your lips before forcing himself to look back up at your eyes. “Normal. It’s normal.”

“So, if that's normal, what do you think about when you’re alone?”

His throat feels tight as he tries to think of something to say other than you, you, you, you. You in your stupid granny pajamas, you in the backseat of his car, you bending over to shelve DVDs… you had burrowed into his mind and totally corrupted it. He squints, like he’s considering anything else. “Um… normal things. Just… normal stuff, you know?”

You sighed out a soft huh, and there was something in your gaze that made his stomach flip. It was an expression he’d never seen you wear so plainly, especially not towards him. Pure, hungry desire, so obvious that he had to have been imagining it. “Steve,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes, swallowing. “Mhmm? Yeah?”

“You’re hard right now.”

He glanced down as you shifted your legs again and had to swallow a pathetic moan at the tiniest amount of friction. And, well, he was obviously, undeniably hard in his jeans.

“Oh, that’s just… y’know, from me remembering all of the totally normal stuff that I—“

The rest of his lame excuse was swallowed by the warm press of your lips against his. Lapped away as your tongue slipped into his mouth and took every rational thought away with it. It was slow and sweet, like you were trying your best to savor every second of it. Jesus, had you always been that good of a kisser?

When you pulled back, with spit-glossed lips and met his gaze, he felt so turned on that his head started to swim. He couldn’t find words for how he was feeling, for how he’d been feeling, so he offered a meager, “You’re really good at that.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, and his heart did that thing again, which felt more embarrassing than the obvious bulge straining in his Levi's. For once, his body’s ability (or lack thereof) to function was the least of his worries.

“I don’t know how much more obvious I can possibly make it,” you said softly. “I’m really into you.”

His brows furrowed. For a second, he thought he might have slipped in the shower, died, and woken up in a very forgiving afterlife. “What? Since when?”

You swallowed and chewed your lip sheepishly for a moment. “Um, on and off since I’ve known you, but, like, very much on since graduation.”

It was like a fog had lifted over his memories. The lingering touches and flirty eyes across the rooms. The late nights on the phone, where it felt like talking to Steve was the only place you wanted to be. And, frankly, it had been all he wanted to do too.

Maybe he had been a total idiot this whole time. A dense, oblivious dumb ass who had been ignoring his dream girl because she was one of his best friends first.

Then his brows knit deeper, forming two parallel furrows between your brows. “But you were just dating Andy.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “I was trying to make you jealous, which obviously worked since Robin told me that she caught you pouting.”

Robin. “I didn’t pout,” he insisted, but he knew that lying was futile. He had just… glared in Andy’s general direction. “Okay, fine. If that was on purpose, I’m guessing your panty flashing was too.”

That seemed to make you pause. Your head tilted, brows furrowing. “I’m sorry, my what?”

He blanched, embarrassed. “You know, the time you wore this same skirt, and you got stuck on Keith’s desk. You were messing with me, obviously.”

He could see the gears turning in your mind as you thought back to when you’d gotten stuck on the desk. As soon as the grin split across your features, he wanted to melt right into the shitty couch cushions and die next to the fucked-up spring. “You think I’d risk my Empire shirt just to turn you on?” You questioned, frankly offended at the insinuation. When his face went pink with embarrassment, you looked positively giddy. “Oh my god, Harrington you perv—“

He had you pinned on your back before you could fully form the insult, planting kisses to your neck. “You’re so evil,” he mumbled into your throat, lips grazing, soft and wet against your fluttering pulse. Each kiss made you squirm beneath him, which wasn’t doing much to help him cool down. “You’ve been driving me crazy, like you’ve got some sort of witchy spell on me.”

You giggled, and the sound went straight into the warm, gooey center of himself. “Did it turn you on?” You gasped softly. He groaned as you hooked one of your legs around his thigh and pulled him closer against you, so he was grinding directly against your core.

Did it turn him on? It had led to one of the most humiliating moments of his life, of which there had been many. It was embarrassing, but the sound of your laughter was like a drug to him, so he’d throw himself into the fire for your amusement. “It turned me on so much that I had to jerk off in the employee bathrooms,” he mumbled against your throat.

That was a dumb thing to admit. A dumb, gross, creepy thing to tell one of your best friends. Your oldest friend! Stupid, stupid Steve—

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” you said finally. One of your hands came up and he shivered as he felt your nails combing through his hair. “But you could have just told me, dummy. We could’ve run out to my car so I could take care of it for you.”

Just the thought made his hips buck against yours, seeking sweet, sweet friction between your thighs. “Don’t say things like that,” he groaned. “If you talk like that it’ll fucking kill me, I swear.”

He pulled back, just to see the sharp, wet glint of your teeth as you smiled up at him. You drove him crazy. Before, it was just in the normal ways, like when you made him give you a ride into the city and didn’t give him gas money, or when you drank too much at a party and puked on his new sneakers.

This was new. He felt stricken by some new form of hysteria, where something as tiny as the smallest twitch in your brows made him feel overcome with intense need. Jesus, he’d never been so pent up in his life. He felt the soft pressure of your leg tugging him close again, then the slow roll of your hips against his.

"Fuck," he panted. It was embarrassing, frankly, how gone he already was. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his again, and relished in the slow drag of your tongue against his.

He'd never loved a kiss so much in his life. With you beneath him, grinding up against him and moaning against his lips. The way your tongue felt tangling with his. He got too lost in it— in the kiss, in your bodies pressing together. After a while, the kissing got lost and it was just the two of you, panting into each others mouths as you slowly ground against each other.

You pulled back first— lips kiss-swollen and slick. It took everything in him not to kiss you again.

“So…” You murmured, peering up at him. When you bit your lip sheepishly, he wanted to bury his face in your throat and groan. He watched, hypnotized, as your tongue slipped out and wet your lips. “Everything definitely feels like it's working like normal.”

He nearly whined as your other hand moved down and palmed him through his jeans. Your fingers pressed against his button, working it undone. He groaned as your hand wriggled past his waistband to grope him through his briefs.

It all felt so good, too good. Your thumb brushed over the damp fabric clinging to his weeping tip and he swore he saw stars. "Ah, just… just wait—" He choked out.

You froze, brow quirked. He could feel his cock twitching in your palm, and tried to think about horrible, disgusting things to keep from coming too soon. Demodogs, Russian torture, Tommy Hagan's gym locker, mopping random kids' puke off of the Scoops Ahoy tile. "What? Is it happening again?"

"No, no, the opposite," he panted. His eyes squeezed shut and he tried to control himself as best as he could, given the circumstances. You showed him a little bit of mercy and slipped you hand free, which he was immensely grateful for.

"So I beat the curse, huh?" You asked with a coy smile. "Becky Martin and Katie Frey can totally suck it."

Steve laughed, despite everything. "Jesus, you are the curse," he said, meeting your gaze. "For the past month, I could only get off if I was thinking about you." He swallowed, feeling vulnerable with you looking up at him. "Like I said… witchy spell."

He sat back as you pushed at his shoulders, encouraging him to sit back against the cushions. His eyes widened as you shifted into his lap, the weight of you warm and comfortable there. When he glanced down at where you sat on his lap, where your skirt rode up your thighs, he got a head rush. "You know…" You trailed off, looping your arms around his neck. "Usually, I'd never sleep with a guy who said I'm a curse."

He groaned as you tugged at the hair at the base of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head back and expose his throat. He laughed weakly, eyes half lidded as he looked at you. "Usually," he echoed.

You nodded and leaned closer, so he could feel the warm buzz of your proximity. Like every cell in his body was vibrating with the desire to just press against you. "Well, someone needs to fix that attitude of yours. You've been really bitchy for the past few weeks." He scoffed at your words, but couldn't fight the smile on his lips.

You sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the toned expanse of his torso. He hummed contentedly as your fingers combed through his chest hair, just exploring the newly exposed skin.

Your hands trailed down, following the trail of dark hair on his tummy that disappeared into his briefs. He swallowed hard as you wrapped your hand around his cock, warm and tight. He wanted to see though. He wanted to look at the way your manicured hand fit around him, so he tugged his pants down and moaned at the sight.

"You must really want this," you murmured, lips twitching up in what he could only recognize as pure triumph. "You're dripping." The pad of your thumb swept over his tip, gathering slick precum to make the glide of your hand smooth.

It didn't take much. Actually, it took a mortifyingly small amount of attention. Your hand just felt so good wrapped around him, and it was the very thing he'd been fantasizing about for the past month. You, in his lap, with your hand around his pulsing cock and your lips on his throat. It couldn't have been more than three pumps of your hand, not even enough time to get a good rhythm, and he was crying out with pretty moans and shooting thick ropes of cum all over his abdomen.

His chest was heaving like he'd just run a marathon as you worked him through it. "Fuck," he panted. "Nngh— You've gotta— Ah, fuck— 's too much." You relented, like a benevolent god, and released him from your grip, so his dick twitched and softened against his stomach.

"Is that how you sounded when you faked it for Katie?" You teased.

"Oh, fuck off," he panted, a smile splitting his features.

When his mind cleared enough to have a little bit of shame, he realized how embarrassing it was that he'd finished so fast. Maybe you were into him for other things, but he didn't want to risk losing you now. So as he hastily tugged his pants back up, he stumbled through an explanation. "I'm not usually, like… I mean… I do have stamina, typically."

"I actually think it's really sweet, Steve. It's like a compliment." He was going to argue more, then you licked the cum from your fingers to clean it up and he nearly blacked out at the sight. He couldn't wait a second more, he had to have his hands on you.

"Alright, your turn," he said, and before you could say anything, he had you pinned beneath him on the couch again. He worked the buttons of your shirt quickly, until it fell open at your sides. He sat up, just to take in the sight.

"You're so goddamn pretty," he practically groaned. With your shirt undone, he relished in the sight of your tits cupped by white lace. "I don't even wanna take it off."

"Steve," you gasped as his mouth moved down your throat and sternum, until he was planting wet, hot kisses onto the plush of your breasts. He moaned against your chest, propping himself with one arm so he could grope at your tit with his free hand. You keened, arching into the attention, and he relished in your neediness. "I think you should take it off."

Your wish was his command. Not that it was such a difficult ask. He made quick work of the clasp and let you shrug it off and onto the floor. He sat back and really had to fight the urge to whistle at the sight. "Goddamn," he murmured, letting his hands roam up your body and cup your breasts.

You rolled your eyes, but he could see the tiniest bit of bashfulness in your eyes. In the back of his mind, it was kind of weird. Not bad weird, just… different. You were the person he went with to the hair salon and watched the Bulls with. It felt odd to have you pinned beneath him, moaning softly as he squeezed the plush of your tits and teased your nipples.

To your credit, you let him take his time. You let his hands wander and explore at his own pace. Your breath hitched as his hands dipped lower, until he was hiking up the fabric of your mini skirt to reveal your panties. Baby blue.

"Oh, fuck you," he groaned, meeting your gaze. "It was on purpose, you liar."

You grinned, and the smug expression you wore made him feel like his chest was going to implode. "I don't know what you're talking about, Steve. Do you really think I'd play mind games to torment you when you're pent up and needy?"

Yes, actually. He huffed and shifted down your body. He felt right at home with your thighs bracketing his head. He pressed a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh.

The pastel of your panties betrayed just how affected you were, much to his amusement. He ran a thumb over the damp patch at your center and felt your thighs tense on either side of him. "You must really want this," he said with a grin, echoing your previous teasing.

"Jesus, of course I do," you said, breath shuddering as he thumbed at your clit through the sodden fabric. "You're, like, my dream guy, and you're about to go down on me."

Your dream guy. Steve's pulse thrummed as he took it in. You were incredible, way too good for a Hawkins loser who spent his shifts renting video tapes. To be fair, you were also spending your days shelving video tapes, but he always felt like that was a brief stop in your life that you'd move on from.

But if you thought he was good enough to be your dream guy, maybe there was something worthwhile left in him after all.

He kissed your clit through your panties almost reverently. His tongue laved over the fabric and he groaned at the taste of you saturating the cotton. God, you were like heaven. He could have stayed like that for hours— just tasting you through your panties. Each lap over your center just soaking the fabric more, until it clung to the shape of your lips like a second skin.

It wasn't enough though, and he was too lost in his desire to be particularly patient. He wanted his tongue on you, in you, licking up every drop of your juices until he made you spill more onto his tongue. He sat up and tugged your panties down, then quickly repositioned himself between your legs with your thighs over his shoulders.

Steve's tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he took in the sight of your pussy. Slick with arousal, twitching with anticipation. He ran his thumb up the seam of you, spreading you open. He relished in the cute twitch of your clit as blew a puff of cool air over your heated, sensitive skin.

"You're really pretty," he murmured. "So wet for me. And so goddamn responsive." He grinned up at you from between your thighs, relishing in the way your tits heaved with each shuddery breath.

His tongue lapped at your center, tasting just how badly you've wanted him. You writhed beneath him, thighs tensing to clamp around his head before he finally just held them apart. He started to taste you in earnest then, lapping up your juices, stroking the bud of your clit with the flat of his tongue.

You tasted so good, practically gushing onto his tongue as he feasted on you. His tongue pressed against your entrance, just barely dipping in so he could feel the way you clenched around the intrusion.

"Fuck, Steve," you panted. Your hips bucked, practically grinding against his mouth. He moaned against you, nuzzling his nose against your clit. "That's— ah, fuck— that's really good."

He smiled against your pussy, giving a few more slow, wet kisses before he sat up. In the dim light of the basement, you could see where his face was slick and shiny with your spit and juices. "Gonna stretch you out a little for me, okay?"

You nodded, propping yourself on your elbows to see him better. He pressed another sweet kiss to your clit before he eased his middle finger into you. If he hadn't already fully recovered from his first orgasm, just the feeling of your walls clenching around his finger would have done it for him.

It took a minute for him to learn your body. Where to touch, what spots inside made your legs shake. You took two fingers easily, squirming as he pressed his fingers against a sensitive, spongy spot. Your eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the arm of the sofa, which made him grin.

"Right there, huh?" He teased. He applied a little more pressure and felt you gush around his fingers. Yeah, right there. He wrapped his lips around your your sensitive clit and sucked until your thighs trembled on either side of him.

"Steve!" You gasped, back arching. Your voice was high and breathy, he'd never heard you so desperate before. He knew you were close— he could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. "Oh, fuck. Jesus christ, like that— Just like that—"

When you finally came around his fingers and on his tongue, he had never heard such a perfect sound before. Soft, keening moans and pretty cries of his name. Your clit twitched against his tongue, and when your sweet moans finally turned into overstimulated whimpers, he relented.

You panted, chest heaving breathlessly as you came down from your high. You propped yourself up on your elbows and giggled as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Holy shit," you gasped.

He grinned, crawling up your body to plant a slow, sweet kiss on your lips. He could feel you smiling into the kiss, until his teeth knocked with yours and he had to pull back with a sheepish laugh. "Think you can give me another one?"

You raised a brow. "I can, but do you think you can?"

He laughed. Jesus, he'd been hard since he'd gotten his hands on your tits. "I definitely can."

Your gaze was on him as he stripped the rest of his clothes off— kicking his socks, jeans and briefs into a messy pile on the floor. For the first time in a long string of hookups, Steve Harrington felt self-conscious under your scrutiny.

"You're staring," he said weakly, feeling heat flood his cheeks. Usually, the second he was undressed he had a partner ready to jump his bones, but you just took in the sight of him.

"Only because you're really hot. You're forgetting that this is the culmination of every teenage fantasy I've ever had," you finally said, shifting to sit up. He hummed contentedly as you ran your hands up his chest then traced over his broad shoulders

"How did this next part go in those fantasies, huh?" He asked.

With a tiny grin, you pushed him back onto the couch, which creaked under his weight. "Well, usually," you began, straddling his hips. "They start like this."

Oh. Steve swallowed, peering up at you with wide eyes. Your hands splayed over his chest, fingers dimpling the muscle of his pecs. He groaned as you gave a slow rock of your hips, gliding your cunt along his length.

You were so wet and warm on top of him, and the precum dribbling from his tip only added to the sticky mess. All he could do was watch, totally slack-jawed as you ground your hips against his.

Well, he could also reach up and play with your tits. So he did. His heart thrummed at the soft and pretty sound that fell past your lips as he tugged and pinched your nipples.

You didn't wait any longer, not that he would have made you. There was something so sexy about the way you took control— taking his cock in your hand so you could line him up with your entrance and begin to slowly sink onto him. His hands quickly moved down to your hips, squeezing tight as you took inch after inch.

Jesus, you were taking it like a champ. With your head tossed back and your pussy clenching around his cock, he knew you really fucking loved it. He wanted you to love every bit of it.

"That's it," Steve goaded, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips. "Just a little more, honey. You've got it."

You moaned, lips parted as you sunk down. Warm, wet, tight until you were fully seated. A furrow formed between your brows as you stilled, accommodating to the size of him. "Fuck," you breathed, fingers tensing on his chest.

He wanted to squirm, to buck his hips deeper, to force you to finally move. But he could behave, he could let you have this. You gave a slow roll of your hips and he groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. "You doing okay?"

A cocky smile broke across your lips, and when you laughed he felt your walls squeeze around him. "I'm doing great," you said, punctuation your words with another slow grind. "I'm just trying to make sure you can last long enough to enjoy it."

His cheeks went hot with embarrassment and arousal, the smirk faded into mild offense. "Don't be cute. I'm fine."

"Yeah?" You began to move faster, your thighs colliding with his with each bounce onto him. You took him as deep as you could, then rose up until he was just about to slip out of you, only to slam back down. In, out, in, out, in, out. "Is this what you've been thinking about every time you jerked off?"

Had he thought of this? And then some. Steve had learned that he could be very creative when he needed to be. "Something like it," He managed, eyes squeezing shut as you gave a particularly sinful swivel of your hips.

He groaned, head falling back, neck bared as you rode him within an inch of his life. At least, that's what it felt like. Pretty moans and soft ah, ah, ahs slipped past your lips like his cock was punching them out of you. He moved his hands, grabbing your ass like he had any semblance of control over what you were doing to him.

Who the fuck taught you to ride dick like this? And should he thank them or murder them?

"Fuck, Steve," you panted. "Should've known you'd feel this good. No wonder you have a fucking harem around you."

He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about another girl ever again. In one steady motion, he had you pinned to the couch. From beneath him, he relished in the way your eyes went wide with surprise. He didn't just feel good, he was good. He wanted you to know how good he was for you, how good he could make you feel.

"You feel goddamn perfect," he groaned. As soon as the compliment passed his lips, he felt you squeeze around him, pussy fluttering as he drove into you again and again. "So wet and tight, so pretty. Can't believe I've wasted my time when you've been right here."

Steve moved his mouth to your throat, licking and sucking and biting at all of the soft skin there. He wanted to leave a mark. He wanted Andy to show up to Family Video the next day so he could beg for a second chance, only to see you'd already moved on.

But he couldn't focus too much on vindictive pettiness when you were so beautiful beneath him, with your eyes wide and full of so much want. Had he ever felt so wanted before? So needed? Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging in to drive him deeper.

His thrusts slowed, until he was buried deep inside of you and grinding nice and slow, rubbing against the soft, sensitive spots inside of you that made you drip around his cock.

It was then that he pulled back, meeting your gaze as he ground into you. Your eyes fluttered, rolling until he saw the whites of them. "Jesus Christ," you gasped. "Fuck, Steve, just like that. Feels s'good."

He grinned, preening at your praise. He propped himself up on one arm, then snaked the other between your bodies, so he could rub at your clit. The second his thumb rubbed over the slick bundle of nerves, your walls squeezed around him so tight he could hardly move.

You cried out prettily, nails cutting into the meat of his back. "Just a little more, yeah?" He cooed. He moved his thumb a little faster, feeling the way your clit twitched against the pressure.

"Fuck—" You gasped. "Steve, god, don't stop, please—"

He could feel that the band was going to snap. Your gasping breaths and whiny moans were as much of an indicator as the fluttery way your walls clamped down on him.

Steve wasn't much better off. He could sense his impending orgasm like the buzz of lightning about to strike. A tightly wound spring, a dam about to burst. But, god, he wanted to feel you cum first. "C'mon, I've got you, sweetheart. Just give it to me."

It was a goddamn miracle that you came when you did— crying out nice and pretty as you clenched around him like a vise. The sound of his name falling from your lips, with your body enveloping him like you were made to… it was everything he'd been craving for the past month. Probably longer, if he was honest with himself.

He barely managed to work you through your orgasm before it all became too much. He pulled out and spilled onto your tummy with a guttural moan.

"Fuck," he panted, collapsing onto you. He should have been disgusted about the warm slickness of his cum sandwiched between your bodies, but he was so sated that he couldn't bring himself to care. "Was it okay for you?"

Steve propped himself up on his elbow so he could look at you. God, you were pretty. You'd always been pretty, but right now you looked so perfect.

You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah, it was great," you replied. "Really great, actually. I guess it was okay for you too, considering I'm glazed with your cum right now."

He laughed sheepishly and rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

The two of you dressed in comfortable silence, mopping yourselves clean of fluids and sweat with a few towels sitting on top of the washing machine… that promptly went right back in for another clean.

You hopped on top of the machine when it was running, peering over at where Steve stood. "Penny for your thoughts?" You asked. He glanced over and his heart thrummed. Even in shitty lounge wear with your hair pulled back in a banana clip, you looked like a supermodel.

"Just thinking about work tomorrow," he confessed. Your brows knit in confusion as you looked at him. Work? Now? "I don't know how we're going to share a shift without me going absolutely crazy and wanting to get my hands on you. Especially now that I know that I can."

You grinned, and Jesus, he wanted to just jump your bones again. "Well, it's just you and me on the schedule tomorrow," you reminded him. "Maybe we close at lunch so you can help me with restocks? Just to make sure your problem is completely solved. I don't want you relapsing."

He knew there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd ever have a problem getting hard again. Not with you around, looking like the finest goddamn thing to ever set foot in Hawkins, Indiana. "Might as well," he said. "Just to be sure."

thank you so much for reading! i can't believe this has been in the works since 2023 and i FINALLY found the motivation to finish it!! i really hope you enjoyed, i had so much fun with this plotline :) let me know what you think!!

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dustin's sister - s. h.

(Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader)

Summary: You’re back from summer camp, and Steve doesn’t care if your brother is in the room next door. He needs you now.

Word count: 5.5 k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. SMUT (p in v sex, unprotected, kinda sub!Steve, bit of choking, spitting, sweet and loving tbh), fluff, established but secret relationship, insecure and jealous steve, he is obsessed with you (as he should).

It all started with the Dart and the demodogs events right after Halloween. You were supposed to work on your college essays, even though the due date was in January. Yet one day, the loud noises in your backyard piqued your curiosity, and before you knew it, you were helping your brother and his friends... which apparently now included Steve “The Idiot” Harrington.

It was known at your school how much you disliked each other since freshman year, when he got the principal to move the basketball game to the same day as your winter play. You had been working on it for months, but no one attended because they were too busy watching Harrington score and take the school’s team to the finals. 

Maybe he had no bad intentions, but you didn’t care. After that, to you he was nothing more than a brainless jock who only cared about sports and sex. 

But everything changed the night you saw him bravely defend your brother and his little friends from the demodogs. You could blame it on your fatherless trauma or your teenager hormones, but watching him being so protective and caring of Dustin made you want to jump his bones. 

Steve enjoyed flirting with you just to rile you up; he was aware that you loathed him. So it shocked him when you kissed him in his car after dropping Dustin at the Snow Ball Dance. It had been a Christmas miracle he had been more than grateful to accept. 

From secret hookups at his car, at the school’s bathrooms, or at his always empty house, you evolved to long conversations, genuine laughter, and tender caresses in the dark. You both had promised yourselves you wouldn’t fall, but it had been inevitable.

On Valentine’s Day, he made it official by taking you to the beach and asking you to be his girlfriend under the stars. While you were getting fucked at his parents’ expensive beach house, your mother and brother thought you were having your usual sleepovers with Robin, your drama club friend.

You hated lying to your family and friends, but it made things less complicated. Steve loathed the idea of Dustin thinking he had only gotten close to him, becoming almost like a brotherly figure, to get in his sister’s pants. 

Steve and you wanted things to stay the same, even when a million changes were happening inside your heads and hearts. Whenever he was hanging out with Dustin, he would almost slip out a comment about you, then quickly cover it up with a cough and a change of topic. 

Everything was marching well, and no one was suspecting anything at all. As the school year came to an end, graduation and your departure to college were looming close. 

Deeply in love, Steve applied to NYU too. He was ready to leave Hawkins and be by your side in New York for the next five years... but he got rejected.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’ll be back on Christmas break, spring break, every time…” you tried to reassure him.

“It’s not the same,” Steve whined.

He cried in his car for almost an hour with you holding him against your chest while soothing his back. “We’ll talk on the phone every day, babe, I promise.”

After the sadness had passed, Steve started making plans for the summer, determined to spend every second with you. 

However, everything was ruined when your mother forced you to work as a counselor at Dustin’s science summer camp, Camp Know Where. 

“It’ll be just a month, Steve.”

“I’m gonna kill myself in front of your mom.”

“Steve! That’s not funny.”

“I’ll sign as a counselor too then.”

“I tried, but they already closed the list. I’m sorry, baby.”

Bored without Dustin or you, Steve felt like he had no summer goal or motivation. He therefore applied to every store at the new Hawkins mall until he was hired. 

When he saw the outfit he was supposed to wear, he wished he had stayed at his house staring at the ceiling for the whole month. 

At least he had Robin Buckley as a fellow tortured teenager—also known as ‘coworker’—at Scoops Ahoy. She was the only one who knew about your relationship since she had to pretend you were with her rather than at Steve's whenever your mother called. 

Thanks to that, he had the freedom to whine about how much he was missing you all the time. Robin was the least supportive person ever, of course; she just teased and made fun of him, but at least it was refreshing being able to express his feelings about you with someone. 

Steve marked on his calendar the day you were supposed to be back from camp. Talking on the phone was forbidden over there, so he relied on the letters you wrote him. Robin gifted him a ceramic box to keep them all, and he’d sometimes reread them on his bed before and after work. 

Even though you had fallen for him first, it was clear Steve had fallen harder. He knew he was absurdly smitten and looked very pathetic, especially to dumb people like Robin. But his love for you was too strong to care about her opinion. 

He felt like no one else would understand him. No one would comprehend that in less than six months he had realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Finally, Dustin and you were back on a Sunday night. Steve was supposed to pick you up down the street, away from Dustin’s nosy eyes, tomorrow before his shift. He said he had planned a surprise... which you hoped included lots of sex. 

Your mom and Dustin had fallen asleep hours before, but a single glance at your disorganized room had agitated you enough to want it cleaned before dawn. You’d taken a long, hot shower and begun the complicated task of cleaning your room. It was almost midnight, and you were too tired to change out of your towel. 

Pop music was humming at a low volume from your radio as you rearranged your books in alphabetical order, a pet peeve you had. 

TAP TAP TAP

You were too focused on your books to hear the tapping on your window. The song had changed to an ABBA one, causing you to groove and sing, “Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight.”

Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth while another held your hip. You felt your heart accelerate and your stomach drop at the feeling of a body pressing against yours. 

That was it. You were about to die tonight. 

You screamed against the hand and tried to free yourself.

“Shh, it's me! It's me!” Steve whispered urgently. 

Color came back to your face. You pushed him off and glared at him. “What the fuck? I almost had a heart attack.”

But, wow, he looked incredibly handsome in a red polo shirt and jeans, his hair standing perfect with just a messy strand falling over his forehead, and his brown eyes staring at you as if you were holding the moon. 

Steve was admiring you too, specifically the simple towel around your body. His hands remained on your hips as he explained, “I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. But I’ve been knocking on your window for the past fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to knock harder and wake up the entire house.”

That brought you back to reality. You had never ever met at your house, given that Dustin’s room was next to yours. 

You paled and covered his mouth. “Steve, this is too risky. You shouldn't be here!”

He kissed your hand and gently pushed it away. “I had to see you. I've missed you so much.”

You smiled, falling instantly, and hugged him. You nuzzled your face on his chest before inhaling hard. He was wearing the perfume you had gifted him.

Steve chuckled as he caressed and kissed her hair. “Thank goodness, you’re back. My right wrist was starting to ache.”

Your jaw dropped, and you pulled back to gape at him. “Wow. You’re such a pig. What happened with ‘I cry so hard when I’m without you’ and all the corny things you wrote?”

Steve’s cheeks turned red. “That’s also true, and I could talk for ten hours about how much I’ve missed you, but…” His eyes dropped back to your towel-covered body. “Is that the solar system?”

You smiled and twirled so he could see the rest of the planets on your themed towel. “Cool, right?”

He snorted. “Yeah, but you’d look so much better without it, babe.” His hands lowered to squeeze your ass and pull you impossibly closer. 

You pressed your hands in his chest and moved your face to the side. “Steve, this isn’t a good idea. Can’t you wait until tomorrow?”

Steve kissed your temple as he murmured, “Babe, I’ve been hard all day just from thinking about touching you again… I don’t think I can control myself now.”

You smirked but tried to be firm as you avoided his kisses. “What if someone hears us?”

Steve pouted. “I’ll be quiet.”

“You know I can’t be,” you whispered nervously. “It’s too difficult.”

“I’ll cover your mouth.” He placed his hand over your lips. “You can bite it. I don’t mind.”

You jokingly licked it before pushing it away. It had been almost six months of being extremely careful about hiding your relationship. But after four weeks of no heat, no kisses, no breathy grunts on your ear while he pounded into you from behind…

Fuck it. 

“Sit down on the bed.”  

Steve almost ran as he obeyed. His hands fidgeted with the sheets. You bit back a chuckle at his eagerness. He had the charm of making every time like the first one, always shaking from excitement. 

You turned around and shook your ass playfully. Steve chuckled, then pinched a cheek. “Wanna see what’s behind Mars.”

“Steve!” you squealed as he suddenly ripped off your towel; the AC’s cold air made you shiver. 

Steve’s darkened eyes traveled up and down your body. “So beautiful. Like a painting.”

You snorted and did a goofy pose. He rolled his eyes but smirked. “Twirl. Let me see what I’ve dreamed of all these nights.”

“Like a microwaved chicken?” you joked but ended up attending to his petition. 

He sighed deeply and adjusted himself in his jeans. “Fuck, sweetheart. Sometimes I feel like you aren’t real. You should be at a beauty pageant, not tolerating me.”

“That’s so true,” you teased, posing again. 

A lightbulb turned on in Steve’s head.  “D’you still have that Polaroid cam?”

You crossed your arms, covering your breasts much to Steve’s dismay. “Not happening.”

“Princess, please,” he whined. “I ruined the last one two weeks ago.”

“What? You had five!”

He unbuckled his belt. “I accidentally finished on them. Oh, and I’ll also need more of your thongs.” He shoved down his jeans and underwear with his eyes glued to your body. 

There was no way… “Steve, you have like six of them”

“I ruined them too, baby,” he whined and reached for your hips to pull you close. He kissed your stomach. “You’re so soft.” 

You grasped his hair and pulled him off you, making him pout. “No touching for now. You can’t just ruin my stuff with no consequence.”

Steve whined dramatically. “Be mean tomorrow, please. I need you so badly right now.”

And by the precum around his painfully hard cock, you could tell he wasn’t lying. You were desperately horny too, but you loved teasing him. 

You uncrossed your arms. “Take it all off and touch yourself the way you’ve done it these past days.”

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly complied. His discarded clothing and shoes landed next to your bed. His hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it slowly. He sighed shakily as his gaze swept across your body, lingering on your lips and breasts. 

“Tell me what you imagined. All of it.”

Steve licked his lips and murmured, “Your lips… how good they feel around me. How deep you take me,” he moaned but quickly bit his lip. “Will you suck me off today, princess? P-please…”

“I don’t know if I want to,” you lied. You wanted to blow him off until your jaw ached and his cum choked you. “Do you think you deserve it?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Y-yes. No. I—”

“Didn’t I ask you to tell me something?”

Steve gulped, ashamed, and nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right. As always, baby.” His hand was loose around his cock while he stroked it slowly, afraid of coming too soon. “I’d remember your moans when you ride me… Or when I’m fucking you from behind. Fuck, you are noisy when I do that.”

Rolling your eyes, your cheeks turned pink, but you didn’t interrupt him.

“I’d remember your ass and I’d get hard in an instant, baby. It was so difficult at work. I had to hide in the bathroom. Don’t tell Robin.”

You couldn’t contain your chuckle. “She’d kick you out.”

He smiled, proud that he made you laugh. “Yeah, I knew that could happen, but I didn’t care.  Sometimes I’d imagine you going for a swim at that fucking camp… with that tiny red bikini I told you to not wear without me around…”

Oh, you remembered that. You had bought it at a sex store just to rile him up, and it had worked a bit too much. You lied that you would take it to your beach trip and he almost ripped it in two.  

“I imagined those idiots looking at what’s mine,” he murmured with a frown. “Did they try to hit on you?”

You shrugged. “Of course.”

His free hand turned into a fist around your sheets. “Did they try to touch you?”

You scoffed, “Obviously, who wouldn’t?”

His hand stopped. In a flash, Steve stood up and grasped your face. He muttered against your lips, “Tell me you’re joking, Y/N. I’m not fucking kidding.”

Oh, you loved riling him up like this. You looked at him with feigned innocence. “I told them I have a boyfriend.” He sighed, relieved. “But they didn’t care.” 

His eyes turned darker. He dropped his hold to pass his hands through his hair as he paced around the room, panting nervously. His insecure mind conjured a hundred of fake scenarios of men’s hands roaming your body, taking you on the lake, the bunk beds, the showers…

Well, you felt a bit bad at his reaction. You caressed his arm. “I’m joking, honey.”

“I don’t like when you do that,” he mumbled, sitting down again. “I’ve told you before, Y/N. It’s not funny at all.”

“I’m sorry.” You knelt down between his legs and kissed his hand. “All the boys were annoying, cocky, ugly nerds. And I only have eyes for one handsome, cock-y man.” You slapped his dick gently and smirked

Steve sighed and patted your cheek. “Stick to your studies, baby. Comedy isn’t your strongest forte.”

You giggled. “Okay, that joke was horrible. But I make good ones sometimes!”

“Whatever you say, baby.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip as lust overcame his senses again. “You’re only mine, right?”

The insecurity in his voice made you feel like shit. No boy had tried to talk to you at camp. They were all so nervous around your confident, hot self. So out of place for them. And you hadn’t even noticed if they had stared at you. Your mind had been on Steve all the time.

You had to remind your man that you wanted no one else.

Your nails tauntingly ghosted from his knees to his upper thighs. Steve shuddered and his cock twitched.

“I also touched myself a lot thinking about you,” you admitted. “I used to smell your sweatshirt while I fingered myself.”

He moaned. “The green one?”

“Yeah, the Tigers one I stole from your closet,” you smirked as your hands squeezed his cock. He whined before you suddenly pulled away, stood up, and straddled him. “Touch yourself while I talk.”

His hand flew to grasp himself; his eyes dropped to your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry,” he instinctively said.

Your hands clutched his shoulders. “I’d pictured the last day before I left. When we were on your bed and I sat on your face. D’you remember it?”

He nodded quickly. “I made you come five times with just my tongue.”

You tapped his nose. “Mhm. Such a good boy…”

He whimpered and sped up his hand. “Just wanna please you, baby.”

“I’d remember your big hands grabbing me, moving me around… shoving my head into your pillow while you fucked me hard…” you whispered. “’Twas a great night.”

“It was amazing,” he mumbled. He stopped to tease his tip before stroking slowly again. “I would do anything for you, princess.”

“Yeah? Anything to please me?” you smirked, enjoying how he was slowly turning to the submission mindset you liked.

He nodded without hesitation. “I love you so much. Only think about you all day. Need you… All the fucking time,” he whined and closed his eyes as he remembered that last night. Fuck, he had to calm down or he would finish in a few seconds. 

His shaky, eager state was impressive, taking into consideration that you weren’t even touching or kissing him. 

“Are you obsessed with me, Steve?” you teased.

He gave another firm nod. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Please, let me touch you…”

You sighed, pretending you weren’t just as desperate. “Fine, you can take control.”

Steve’s hands flew to your hips and his lips crashed into yours frantically. He turned you until you were on your back with him hovering over you. 

“Prettiest… My girl… Only mine,” he kept murmuring sweet things as his kisses lowered to your jaw, down to your neck, until they reached your breasts. 

He looked up at you for permission before diving into one of your nipples, sucking excitedly. His tongue circling around it made you moan a bit too loudly. Steve quickly covered your mouth with his hand, not stopping as he switched to your other nipple.

His hips were rubbing against the mattress, pathetically searching for any kind of friction. His desperation was pulling your heartstrings. Maybe you could be nice for once.

You pushed his hand down to your neck when you were sure you could control yourself. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good,” you whispered. “Always so good for me, yeah?”

His hand grasped your neck with the exact amount of pressure you wanted. He pulled back after kissing the soft valley between your breasts. “Only for you, princess.”

And because you knew how much he enjoyed it, you pulled his hair hard. “You didn’t flirt with any other girls while I was gone.”

His eyes went wide as he shook his head fervently. “No, never. They are nothing compared to you.”

You knew he wasn’t lying, but you kept playing. “So if I ask Robin, she’ll tell me that you behaved.”

“Yes, call her right now if you want, baby.” Steve kissed your breasts one last time before going up to your lips. “I’d rather cut my arm off than look at another girl. I have the perfect one in my arms.”

Your smirk turned into a loving smile at his words. You caressed his chest and whispered genuinely, “I missed you so much, Stevie.”

His hands lowered to rub your hips as your legs wrapped around him. “I don’t wanna spend another day without you by my side…”

Words vanished from your lips as Steve pushed in delicately. You bit your lip hard to quiet down your moans, only nodding to assure him he could move deeper. 

“You were made for me,” he whispered breathlessly when he sank fully inside you. “Only for me, baby. Say it.”

Your arched back and nails marking him apparently weren’t answer enough. “I’m yours, Steve.”

Those simple words were enough to make him move, pulling all the way back before thrusting deeply. You whined softly, keeping your sounds just to his ears. He had promised he would cover them, but he needed to hear you after an entire month of silence.

“You fill me so good,” you moaned against his lips. “Missed you inside me.”

Steve had imagined your reunion sex a hundred times. He would picture you riding him on his car, or sucking him off as he drove you to a beautiful picnic, or fucking you against a wall of the first private place he would find. 

But right now, as your glassy eyes looked at him tenderly, your shaky hands grasped his shoulders, and your parted lips grazed his with every thrust… he just wanted to lose himself into you by making love in a passionate, slow way. Just two lovers surrendering to the love their hearts couldn’t contain.

“Yeah?” he whispered before kissing you gently. “I love you.”

But you were brought out of the moment when you realized… your bed was thumping against the wall with each thrust. “Steve…”

He seemed to read your mind and seized his movements. “Fuck.”

You sat up nervously and grabbed two of your pillows to place them between the headboard and the wall. “Okay, that should work.” You returned to your spot beneath him and kissed his cheek. “Keep going.”

But Steve was frowning and glaring at you. “How do you know that? Have you brought any other boys here before me?”

You rolled your eyes, regretting your instinctive actions. “No, I haven’t.”

He huffed and shook his head. “Then how do you know that, Y/N? I’m serious—”

With a harsh hold on the nape of his neck, you brought him down to a messy, open-mouthed kiss that made him forget everything. Steve pulled your hips closer and drove into you again. 

He raised your legs to his shoulders and pressed closer until they almost reached your chest, knowing how much it turned you on to be bent to your limits. His pace accelerated slightly, each thrust harder than the last.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned. “Steve, you’re so deep. Feels great, babe.”

You bit your lip hard when he hit your g-spot, blurring your vision for a second. Just like Steve, you enjoyed rough sex against any surface available. But nothing could compare to making love on your own bed after a month of no romance. 

He kissed your forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

You were too entranced in how much his cock was filling you that you just whimpered in response. Maybe he was right; your pussy was made for him… or whatever he had said. 

Fuck, the person you were a year ago would be devastated to learn how much Steve Harrington’s big dick could reduce you to an absurd mess. When he claimed you, all you could think about was how you couldn’t live without him deep inside you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered, lost in lust.

But he suddenly stopped. The fuzziness in your brain dispersed as you tried to decipher what was wrong. 

Steve’s eyes resembled a kicked puppy’s. “Why didn’t you say it back?”

You frowned and mumbled, “W-what? D-don’t stop.”

“You didn’t say ‘I love you’ back,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”

Fuck, you had missed it completely. Since you started dating, Steve had always been open about his various insecurities due to his past relationship with Nancy Wheeler. One of them being the unresponded ‘I love you’s.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear it.” You kissed him all across his face. “I love you so much, baby.”

He seemed more calm after your reassuring words. “I know you do. I’m sorry for getting like this—”

“No, I get it.” You kissed his lips, making sure you poured all the yearning you had for him. “You were fucking me so good that I couldn’t think of anything else.”

He smirked and laid you down again. “Did I fuck you stupid?” 

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “You know you do. C’mon. Keep going.”

He loved how bossy and dominant you attempted to be during sex, but with a few hard thrusts, he would have you at his mercy.

Steve placed one of your plushies beneath your hips, the new angle letting him pound into you faster and deeper. This time, he had to cover your mouth to avoid waking up the entire street. 

“God, always so tight for me,” he grunted. “Gripping me so perfectly, baby. Made for me.”

Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered against his hand. The pleasure was unbearably overwhelming.

“I can feel you’re close.” He thrust roughly once to prove his point. “You’ll let me take home more panties, right, princess?”

Even though you had almost no underwear left, you nodded fervently. His right hand slithered down your body till it reached your clit. As he rubbed it, he looked down at his cock driving inside you and almost lost it.

“Baby… I’m not gonna last long,” he confessed and moved his thumb faster, making you squirm.

You lowered his hand from your mouth and whined, “It’s okay if—”

“No. Want you to come first.”

“But I don’t mind if—”

“Absolutely not,” he grunted. 

Blame it on his ego, but he would never ever let himself finish before you. Your pleasure was his priority. He knew your body like the palm of his hand, and he knew exactly what turned you on.

Without slowing down his thrusts, he grasped your cheeks until your mouth opened and spat inside it. “Swallow.”

The way your pussy clenched around him almost made him lose his last bit of self-control. A few more seconds of Steve rubbing your clit tipped you over into release.

He had to press his hand against your mouth as you let out a brokenly loud moan. Your back arched, as if possessed, and your hands gripped the sheets to the point of almost tearing them apart.

Steve smirked and rooted into you harshly; the lovemaking out the window. “‘M not letting you go again, baby. Need you like this every night.”

And just as he was about to finish, a sudden realization dropped on him. Steve froze and looked at you with wide eyes. “I forgot the condom. You’re still on the pill?”

You chuckled and nodded. He was really thinking about that now?

He sighed relieved and kept going until his orgasm unraveled completely, filling you up with his cum. His thrusts slowed until he was sure every drop was inside you, then he collapsed next to you and quickly brought you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he murmured while kissing your head. 

You briefly looked down at your sprawled legs and the white liquid pouring out of you, drenching your sheets. But, fuck, you were too tired to care.

“I wouldn’t have minded,” Steve whispered.

“What?” you yawned.

“If you weren’t on the pill…” His hand caressed your belly. His softening cock almost twitched at the thought of you pregnant with his child. “I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you now.”

You snorted and turned around so he could cuddle you from behind. “Steve, we just turned eighteen.”

“I don’t care. I have a job now. I’d maintain you and our kid. You could move into my house since my parents are never there anyway,” he rambled softly in your ear. 

“What about college?” you whispered.

“We would go with you to New York. I’d get a job and take care of our baby while you study,” he continued. “Then, I’d become a millionaire to maintain you, the most powerful businesswoman in the country, and our six kids.”

“Six?” you chuckled, more asleep than conscious. “Mhm… great idea.”

It wasn’t the first time he had dreamed awake of having the whole combo with you. Steve wanted to marry you, buy a mansion on the countryside and have a big family full of kids with your eyes, your smile, your wit…

“Good night,” he whispered, even though you had already dozed off.

— — —

Next morning...

Dustin couldn’t wait to see his friends again. He would show them everything he made at camp and tell them about his beautiful girlfriend.

He only needed a hat he was sure he had stashed in one of your bags. 

It was almost nine o’clock in the morning, so if Dustin accidentally woke you up, it would be your fault. He walked into your room carelessly, used to giving you no privacy. 

“Good morning, dumb—” His words were cut short by the sight of your cluttered room. The amount of clothes scattered around the floor made it seem like a minefield. “Fucking hell, Y/N, do you know the concept of decency?”

The air conditioner was set at its highest volume, so you were covered from head to toe by the sheets. He walked towards the bed, smiling devilishly, and took off the duvet. 

Dustin’s high-pitched scream probably woke up half the neighbourhood. 

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Steve and you sat up in a flash, looking around confused and half-asleep. Thankfully, you had put on an old hoodie and some shorts in the middle of the night, but your boyfriend…

Dustin covered his eyes and turned around. His hands reached for anything until he grabbed a bottle of water. He swung it around in the direction of the bed. “I’LL KILL YOU, HARRINGTON!”

His hits were practically missing Steve, but it didn’t lower the fear inside both of you. Steve jumped off the bed and got dressed hurriedly.

“Henderson, let me explain,” he tried. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looked like you were fucking my sister under my own roof!” Dustin replied, finally glaring at Steve with nothing but fury. He raised the water bottle and threw it at his head. “Come here, you son of a bitch!”

Steve moved out of the way. “Calm down! I won’t fight with you.”

“Well, I will!” Dustin tackled him to the ground.

You gasped and quickly rushed to pull your brother off your boyfriend. “Dustin, stop! What the hell are you doing?”

“Murdering him!” Dustin had picked up the water bottle and was hitting Steve with it. 

“Henderson, just listen!” Steve was trying to cover his face from the attacks. “I love her. This isn’t just a hookup, I swear!”

Dustin’s arm froze right before another hit. You took advantage of his stillness and pulled him off Steve.

They both stood up, looking at each other breathlessly. You quickly placed yourself between them.

Still panting, Steve said, “I know I have a bad reputation, but I love your sister more than anything in my life.”

“Dust, you know me. I’m not stupid. I genuinely love him,” you said firmly. “And I have for the last six months.”

Dustin took a step back, flinching from your words. “You’ve been hiding it from me all this time?”

Steve placed an arm around you as he moved to stand at your side. “I asked her to. I was afraid that you would think I just befriended you to get to her.”

You gulped and stepped closer to your brother. “But he didn’t, Dust. I swear I started it. I kissed him.”

Dustin looked to the ground quietly, then at you two. “I know I have… almost no patience. I’m impulsive and—”

“Hot-headed,” Steve completed as he rubbed the place where Dustin had hit him. You glared at him, making him add, “Uhm, not the moment. Sorry.”

Your brother ignored him and kept talking. “And, as much as I hate to admit it, you two are a good match, but… I wish I hadn’t found out like this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly replied. “I’m sorry.” 

Your bond with your brother… the trust, the love and the care between you was the most important thing in your life. And for a second, you almost lost it for a boy.

“However…” Dustin continued. A small smirk spread across his face. “If one of you hurts the other, I’ll kill you both.”

His teasing tone was a sign that he wasn’t completely mad anymore. Your souls came back to your bodies. 

You pulled away from Steve and hugged Dustin. “I’m sorry.”

He grimaced and pushed you off. “Ew! You probably haven’t showered after… it.”

Steve’s cheeks turned red and he stammered, “We didn’t—”

“I’m not an idiot, I heard odd sounds last night, but I thought it was street cat,” Dustin muttered, glaring with disgust. “I’m happy you two found your other halves or whatever, but don’t fuck in my house. Ever again. Or I will snitch with mom.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded. Steve said, “Never again. We promise.”

Dustin walked past you and slammed the door shut, bringing the quietness back. 

Steve sighed deeply and dropped his head on your shoulder. “I think I peed a bit.”

“Ew!” You chuckled and pushed him off you. “That was… less bad than I imagined.”

He reached for you, ignoring your protests, and kissed you softly. “Now I can do that whenever I want.”

Right when you were about to reply, a startling yell came from the other side of the door, “And use protection! I’m not ready to be an uncle!”

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a/n: happy holidays! a gift in honor of vol. 2 day. hope our man doesn't die tho.

more steve here!

[midnightsummerrain]

Could you do a Chris/leon/reader fic? Like either as a polycule relationship already or just as 3 friends deciding to all mess around together? Thank you I love you work 💚

A/N: Hey! Aww first of all thank you for the compliment! This took me a while, I know but (!) this actually turned out to be really long! I never ever in my life wrote something about a threesome, so this was not that easy for me but I have to say, I love how it turned out! It was important for me to keep it fun, respectful, hot, spicy...a mixture of everything. Please let me know what you think! I hope you all enjoy it and I will send you all some holy water lmao.

Warnings: SMUT! Threesome (MFM), Oral (both receiving), P in V, Cuss Words, Alcohol, explicit language, unprotected Sex, they both worship you so much!!....MDNI!!

Summary: You are a long-time work partner and good friend of Chris and Leon. There has always been some unresolved tension, so one night, after a round of Truth or Dare, you decide to act on your fantasies.

How can we go back to being friends? 🔥(Chris Redfield x FemReader x Leon Kennedy)

Chris and Leon had always been your favorite teammates. Missions with them were reliable, familiar, filled with inside jokes and an unshakable sense of trust when it really counted. You’d been working with them on and off for nearly ten years now. They’d saved your ass more than once but the same could be said for you.

Most importantly, they always treated you as an equal, with genuine respect. Unlike some of your other male colleagues, who never missed a chance to remind you you were “just a woman.” Fuck them.

No, Leon and Chris were different. And you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t some unspoken tension simmering between the three of you. The two men might’ve been complete opposites when it came to personality, but in your eyes, they were both insanely attractive. The constant flirting and teasing remarks sure didn’t help. Still, none of you had ever crossed the line. There was too much mutual respect and at least one of you had always been in a relationship, anyway.

Over time, you’d come to know them better than anyone else, and somewhere along the way, colleagues had turned into real friends. After missions, it had become something of a tradition to grab drinks together either at some random restaurant or your favorite bar.

But tonight, you’d decided to keep it simple and meet up at Chris’s apartment. The plan was low-key: throw on something comfortable, have a few drinks, chat about nothing in particular, and call it a night. A perfect evening.

You’d gone with a simple hoodie and comfy leggings, already dressed for a night of lounging on the couch.

"There she is," Chris said with a warm smile as he opened the door.

You shared a quick hug before following him into the living room, where Leon was already stretched out on the couch, a drink in hand.

„Look who finally made it," Leon said with a grin, raising his drink toward you in a casual toast.

"Missed me already, huh?" you shot back with a smirk, making him lift his hands slightly in mock surrender.

"Always."

You noticed he was still wearing that dark blue button-up with fitted jeans, the same outfit he sometimes wore on missions.

"I thought this was supposed to be a chill and comfy night?" you teased, settling down next to him on the couch. Your legs brushed briefly against his.

"Yeah, well, I don’t think tight workout leggings look nearly as good on me as they do on you," he said with a smirk, eyes flicking briefly down to your legs. Classic Leon and his never-ending supply of cheesy compliments.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, ready to fire something back, but Chris walked back in just then and handed you a drink as well.

"Alright, first things first—cheers. To the mission. To us not dying," Chris said with a grin, and the three of you clinked glasses.

You talked about the last mission, but also about random things like the new restaurant that just opened downtown or the latest addition to Leon’s team.

„Ah, tell us more, man“ Chris teased, shooting Leon a sideways glance.

Leon just shook his head. "No. Not my type."

You weren’t sure why, but his answer settled something in you. Warmth spread through your chest. Or maybe you did know why.

Chris let out a short laugh. "Come on, Leon. She's hot, single, and breathing. That used to be enough for you.“

Leon shot him an annoyed look and tossed the cork at him, the one that had been sitting on the table just a second ago.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back slightly into the cushions and looking back and forth between the two men.

"Coming from the guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants back in Portugal, just because the waitress batted her lashes at him," you said, raising your eyebrows at Chris.

This time, it was Leon who laughed.

"She’s never letting you live that down," he said dryly, taking another sip of his drink. 

„Yeah yeah I know,“ Chris sighed and settled on the armchair behind him. „Not my best day, I guess“

The drinks kept flowing, you shared a pizza, and as the night went on and the alcohol kept coming, the conversation grew more relaxed.

Chris was sitting in the armchair, legs spread in those gray sweatpants, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he was doing it on purpose. He was definitely giving you one hell of a view.

Meanwhile, Leon kept inching closer with every story he told, until your legs were pressed together. You could feel the warmth rising in your body.

"But enough about us," Chris said, stuffing the last slice of pizza into his mouth. "What’s going on with you, huh? Whatever happened to that guy—what was his name? Damian? Dave? Daniel?"

Both men looked at you with interest, though Leon kept glancing into his drink, like it might help hide how curious he actually was. You let out a quiet sigh and stretched your legs a bit.

"His name was Dean. And... it just didn’t really work out."

"Oh, come on," Leon said with a charming smile. "Give us a little more than that."

You glanced at him briefly. "It just… wasn’t a match," you continued. You weren’t sure how much they really wanted to know or how much you were willing to share.

Chris smirked. "Not a match in what? Values? Politics? Hobbies... or was it more of a bedroom thing?"

You bit your lip and looked between the two of them.

"A bit of everything."

"So he sucked in bed and didn’t get you off," Chris said bluntly, trading a look with Leon. You couldn’t quite read what that look meant.

"That too," you admitted, voice quieter now. "He was… kind of focused on himself. His needs.“

Chris scoffed. "There’s nothing worse than a guy who only thinks about himself in bed," he said, a bit more seriously.

"Explains why you were so moody the other day," Leon teased, shooting you a smug look.

„Hey I was not!" you said, clearly offended.

Both men burst out laughing. "Yes, you were!" they said in unison.

"Idiots," you muttered, feigning offense.

"Oh, come on. At least now we know what to get you for your birthday," Chris grinned, glancing at Leon. Great. You already knew where this was going.

"A vibrator. But, like, a really good one," Chris laughed, giving Leon a high-five.

„Thanks but I already have one," you said with a laugh, shaking your head.

The banter went on for a while, escalating slowly until it started to spiral completely out of control. Leon and Chris kept exchanging loaded glances. You weren’t sure what they were thinking, but you could feel the energy shifting.

"Alright, this is getting boring. Let’s play something," Chris said suddenly.

You and Leon looked at him, confused.

"Play what? Cards? A video game?" you asked.

"Nope. Good old truth or dare," he announced with a grin.

"Dude, are you sixteen?" Leon asked sarcastically, sinking deeper into the couch.

Chris shrugged. "Got a better idea?"

Leon didn’t answer so that settled it.

You were about to play truth or dare like a bunch of hormonal teenagers. What could possibly go wrong?

“So, Leon. You're up first. Truth or dare?” Chris asked, clearly curious.

“Truth,” Leon replied right away.

“Of course,” Chris smirked. “Alright, let's start easy. What’s the craziest place you've ever had sex?”

You watched Leon closely, saw how he furrowed his brow as he thought for a moment.

“Hm… probably on a plane. Flying to Europe. But honestly, it was only half as good as I imagined,” he laughed softly.

You had to smile.

“Didn’t have you pegged for that kind of guy,” you said with a grin.

“What? Adventurous?” he shot back, smirking.

You smiled, a little flustered, and now it was Leon’s turn. His eyes found yours.

“Truth,” you said just as directly.

Chris groaned. “You two are so boring,” he muttered.

Leon paused, then looked at you with a spark in his eyes.

“When… was the last time you used your vibrator?”

You felt both pairs of eyes on you watching, waiting.

Chris gave a low whistle, clearly impressed with Leon's boldness.

You felt yourself growing tense. The lines were beginning to blur and suddenly, it didn’t feel like you were talking to your colleagues anymore.

“Um… this morning,” you admitted, then quickly took a sip from your drink to ease the tension.

Leon smiled, clearly pleased with the answer. He looked like he wanted to follow up, to say more but didn’t.

Chris held his breath for a second. The heat between the three of you was rising now, undeniable.

"Alright... then I choose Chris. Truth or dare?" you asked, eyes locked on him.

Chris grinned confidently. "Dare, obviously," he said, rubbing his hands together.

You had to really think for a second. The alcohol was making you way too bold and, to be honest, a little turned on.

"Okay, then… give me a neck massage," you said with a half-laugh.

He stood up without hesitation, clearly amused with the task. Confident as ever, he walked over to you.

You turned slightly so your back was facing him, your pulse picking up as his large hands slid just beneath your hoodie and onto your bare skin.

"You wouldn't feel anything otherwise," he whispered near your ear, his voice low and warm.

A wave of goosebumps spread across your skin as his hands started working on your neck and shoulders. He found the tension instantly, applying just the right amount of pressure and rubbing your tense muscles in circles. You had to fight the urge to moan. Your eyes fluttered briefly shut.

Leon was still sitting next to you, quiet, his gaze fixed on the two of you. watching closely, though his eyes occasionally flicked down to his drink.

You looked over at Leon again. He was clearly waiting for his moment. Chris had now moved too, sitting down beside you so that the three of you were pressed close together on the couch, the tension between you impossible to ignore. At some point, the game had lost all structure. There were no turns anymore. No real rules. Whoever wanted to ask, asked.

Leon’s eyes found yours once more, and when he did, you chose without hesitation.

"Dare."

The corner of his mouth twitched, just for a second, like he was trying not to smile.

"Sit on my lap," he said suddenly. No teasing tone. No joke behind it. Just pure heat in his voice, calm and direct.

Chris didn’t say anything. But you could feel him watching.

And every inch of your body responded at once. Your breath caught, warmth spreading through your chest, down into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, the look in Leon’s eyes, or the quiet way the room seemed to shift the moment he spoke.

You stood without a word, feeling both their gazes settle on you. When you stood in front of him, you paused for just a second, long enough to feel your heart racing, then lowered yourself slowly onto his lap.

He didn’t touch you, not right away. But his body was tense beneath yours, solid, radiating heat. The closeness made it impossible to think clearly.Leon was watching you closely. His hands hadn’t touched you. Not yet. But it was clear he was holding himself back.

Chris cleared his throat, his gaze shifting to yours. "Dare," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, still sitting on Leon’s lap, with Chris right next to you.

Chris smiled, clearly pleased. "Good. I like that. I….want you to take off your hoodie. For us."

Leon shot him a quick glance, not surprised, just questioning, but you’d already made your decision.

You gave a small smile and slowly started pulling your hoodie over your head. The movement was unhurried, teasing, the air between you growing heavier with every second.

Underneath, you wore nothing but your bra, the one that hugged your breasts perfectly, lifting and shaping just the way you liked. You were glad you’d chosen it this morning.

Chris exhaled slowly. Leon didn’t say a word but his eyes wandered over your curves, admiring them. 

"Now that’s a fucking perfect pair of tits," Chris muttered under his breath, eyes locked on your chest.

Leon didn’t hesitate to agree. "More than perfect," he said, voice low and rough.

For a moment, no one said anything. The silence only made the tension heavier. Your cheeks flushed slightly, not because you felt uncomfortable, but because you weren’t used to this kind of intense attention. Especially not from Chris and Leon.

Without even realizing it, you started moving your hips ever so slightly against Leon’s lap for some kind of friction. It was barely noticeable, but he felt it immediately. His hands gripped your waist as he looked up at you.

"You’re not making this easy," he said, jaw clenched.

You could feel just how hard he already was beneath you. And judging by the growing tent in Chris’s pants, he wasn’t exactly unaffected either.

"I… have a question for both of you," you said eventually, looking from one to the other.

They both turned to you, eyes locked on yours, faint smirks playing on their lips.

"We’re all ears, sweetheart," Chris said as he let his fingers trail lightly along your bare arm. He just needed to feel something of you. It was only fair since Leon had you already on his lap.You took a breath. The silence between you made the moment feel heavier.

"When you jerk off… have you ever thought about me?"

Their expressions changed, just subtly, but enough. Their eyes darkened, and the air thickened between the three of you like something unsaid had finally surfaced.

Chris was the first to speak. His voice had dropped, like he didn’t trust it to stay steady.

"Yeah," he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. "I’ve thought about you. Imagining all the things....I'd like to do to you“ There was no smirk. No laugh. Just raw honesty. You looked at Leon, and his grip on your hips tightened just slightly.

“Me too… maybe more times than I should admit,” he said, voice low. “Especially in my shower after I got back from a mission together.”

Your breath caught, heat blooming low in your stomach. You could already feel your panties growing damp from nothing more than their words and the way they looked at you. 

Leon smiled, softer this time, and reached up to gently brush your cheek with his thumb. a small, tender gesture that somehow made your pulse race even more.

“Our turn,” he murmured, voice smooth but full of something deeper. He looked in your eyes. so intensely that you were fearing he might could read your dirty thoughts about them.

„Have you thought about us? Both of us? Or just….one of us? And what did we do…in your fantasy?,“ he asked.

You bit your lip nervously, eyes flicking down for a moment before you looked back up.

"Yeah... I have," you admitted, your voice low but clear. "About both of you."

You let out a breathy, almost disbelieving laugh. "In my head, you’ve had me... in pretty much every position possible."

You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this out loud and confessing your sex fantasies right in front of them. But the moment the words left your mouth, something shifted. It was enough to break the tension completely. There was no going back now. It didn’t take long for all three of you to silently agree: the game was over. No one could take pretending anymore.

"Do you…" Leon started, his voice unusually soft, even a little hesitant. "Do you want us to keep going?"

Chris gave you a look, serious and calm. "We won’t do anything you’re not okay with. If you say no, we forget this ever happened. No pressure. No weirdness. No hard feelings."

You tilted your head slightly, narrowing your eyes as you looked between them.

"That sounds like you've already talked about this," you said slowly. "Like you had a plan."

The two of them exchanged a quick grin, just a flicker, and then looked back at you.

"Well," Chris said, his voice lighter now, but still charged. "We both kinda figured out that we’re into you. And yeah... at first it was gonna be this guy thing…see who could get your attention. Outplay the other."

Leon chuckled lowly. "But now you are sitting here, half-naked, telling us you touch yourself thinking about both of us. Kinda made the competition seem... unnecessary."

Chris smirked. "Maybe we could both make you happy. Especially since your ex clearly didn’t know what the fuck he was doing."

Leon’s hand slid gently along your side slowly and carefully. 

You let out a quiet laugh and looked down for a moment. "And what if this… messes with our friendship? With how we work together?"

Chris smiled gently, his fingers tracing soft lines along your arm in a soothing gesture. "We’re three grown adults. We deal with worse shit every day. I think we can handle… whatever this ends up being."

You thought about it for a second. But it was hopeless trying to pretend.

You wanted them. You were already worked up to the point where something had to happen, some kind of release. And if they really wanted you too… why not let it happen?

Finally, you nodded.

"Yeah. I want this. I want both of you," you said, voice quiet but sure. "I’ve just… never done anything like this before."

Leon’s voice was low and reassuring. "We won’t do anything you don’t want, baby."

Before you could respond, he picked you up without warning. Your eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" you asked, surprised, as he carried you toward Chris’s bedroom.

Chris chuckled behind you, already following. "We just want to make sure you're comfortable," he said.

Leon laid you down gently on the bed, his touch careful, almost reverent. Chris nodded in approval, his eyes roaming over you as you lay there, spread out across his mattress. The bed was massive, soft, luxurious. You sank into it like it was made to hold you.

Chris clapped a hand on Leon’s shoulder. "You had her in your lap. My turn to do something."

With a grin, he knelt between your legs, his fingers finding the waistband of your leggings. He looked up at you, checking if you were okay. When you gave him a small nod, he didn’t hesitate. He slid them down in one smooth motion, then off completely, tossing them aside.

His hand slipped between your legs, pressing gently over your soaked panties. You parted your thighs a little more for him, eager, open, ready.

“She’s already so fucking wet for us,” Chris murmured, clearly pleased, and with one smooth motion, he slid your panties down and off.

Leon shifted beside you, kneeling near your head, his hand moving to your chest as he brushed his fingers softly over your breasts.

"I think we should lose this too," he whispered near your ear, voice warm and teasing.

So much attention at once, it made your head spin. Your eyes fluttered shut, body burning under their hands. But somehow you managed a nod.

Leon unhooked your bra gently, pulling it away until you lay completely naked in front of them.

You should’ve felt exposed, vulnerable… but the way they looked at you made that impossible. They looked at you like you were everything they’d ever wanted. Like they couldn’t believe you were really there, laid out just for them.

Leon cupped your breasts, kneading them slowly, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. Then he leaned in, finally capturing your mouth with his.

The kiss was deep and hungry, filled with everything he hadn’t said. His hands never stopped moving, massaging you, playing with you while his tongue teased yours.

A soft moan escaped into his mouth, your body arching slightly toward his touch, already needing more. While Leon’s mouth kept yours busy, his hands working your breasts in slow, steady circles, Chris moved lower, his focus entirely between your legs.

You felt his fingers trail softly along your inner thighs, barely touching, just enough to make you squirm. His breath ghosted over your skin, and then finally, he let his fingers slide through your slick folds.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

Your hips jerked slightly at the contact, and Leon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, swallowing your gasp as Chris’s fingers began circling your clit. First slow and soft.

“She’s so sensitive already,” Chris said, glancing up at Leon, who gave a quiet, knowing hum without breaking the kiss.

Then Chris leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up your center, and your entire body tensed in response. His tongue was firm, practiced, unhurried. He took his time, licking, sucking, tasting every inch of you like it was all he wanted.

Your moan broke free into Leon’s mouth, and this time, you couldn’t keep still. Your hands gripped the sheets, your thighs trembled, and Chris groaned softly at the way your body reacted. 

“Tastes even better than I imagined,” he muttered, lips brushing your inner thigh before he went back in.

Leon finally pulled back, breathing heavier, looking down at your flushed face and parted lips.

“You doing okay, baby?” he asked, thumb brushing over your cheek, though his hand never stopped teasing your nipple.

You nodded quickly, voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t stop…”

Leon smirked. “We’re just getting started.”

You let out a soft smile and dropped your head back onto the pillow as Chris kept going, his mouth relentless between your thighs. The way he licked you—so focused, so intense—had you spiraling quickly, the heat building deep in your core.

"Are you close?" Leon whispered in your ear, and all you could do was nod.

Your whole body trembled under their touch. Your hands buried themselves in Chris's hair, gripping tightly as your hips started moving on their own, grinding slowly against his mouth, chasing that sweet edge.

"Oh God… yes… please…" you moaned, barely able to breathe.

Chris groaned in response, the vibration only sending you higher, and Leon didn’t stop either, his fingers found just the right spots, his lips brushing your neck, your jaw.

"Come for us," he whispered, voice rough, hot against your skin. "Come on his tongue."

That was it.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, hard and consuming, your thighs shaking, your fingers pulling at Chris’s hair as your back arched off the bed.

It had been so long since someone had made you feel this wanted, this cared for, this fucking wrecked, in the best way possible.

Chris let out a low sound of approval, gripping your legs tighter as he kept licking you through every last spasm. He didn’t stop until your body finally sagged into the bed, boneless, breathless, completely spent.

You were still catching your breath, your body slowly coming down, when you opened your eyes again and looked at them.

Chris wiped his mouth, glancing up at you with a smug but satisfied smile. Like he just finished dessert. Leon’s hand was still on your stomach, steady and warm, grounding you.

But now it was your turn.

You reached out, fingers brushing along Leon’s abs, then down to the waistband of his jeans. "Enough teasing," you said, your voice still a little shaky but laced with intent. "Take these off. Both of you. I want to see you."

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Getting demanding, huh?"

You smirked, eyes flicking between them. "You’ve had your mouths and hands all over me. It’s only fair."

Leon let out a low breath, already moving. "Fair enough."

He stood up, pulling off his shirt first, then unbuttoning his jeans with slow, practiced movements. You watched every second of it, his toned body, the tension in his arms, the way his cock strained visibly against the fabric before he finally freed himself. Your mouth went dry.

Chris followed, peeling his shirt off before tugging down his joggers. He was already half-hard, thick and heavy, and the sight of both of them standing there, naked, hard, and staring right back at you, made the heat between your legs spark right back to life.

You bit your lip, taking them in. "You two are…"

"Yours," Leon finished, stepping closer again. Chris nodded behind him.

You sank down to your knees in front of them, and the second you did, both men let out the same breathless, “Fuck,” voices deep and strained with need.

Without hesitation, you leaned into Leon first, your hand wrapping around his thick shaft as your lips parted, taking him into your mouth slowly, savoring the weight and heat of him. Your other hand found Chris, stroking him firmly, feeling him twitch under your touch.

“Shit… you’re so fucking good at this. Yes…” Leon groaned, his hand sliding to the back of your head, holding you there gently, his chest rising and falling in sharp, unsteady breaths.

Chris looked down at you, eyes dark, biting his lower lip as your hand worked him steadily. “This is so fucking hot…” he whispered, almost to himself, closing his eyes for a second before watching again, completely hooked.

You pulled off Leon slowly, your tongue trailing over the tip as you turned to Chris, giving him the same attention, your mouth wrapping around him with a deep hum that made him curse low and hard.

Leon let out a sharp breath and shook his head slightly, his voice full of disbelief. “What kind of idiot lets this go?”

Chris chuckled darkly, brushing a strand of hair from your face as you moved on him. “That guy must’ve been out of his fucking mind.”

Chris groaned as your tongue swirled around him. “We’re going to show you how a real man takes you”

You looked up between them, their cocks hard, their eyes wild, and the taste of them still on your tongue. The power, the attention, the heat…it was almost too much. And yet, you wanted more.

At some point, you found yourself back on the bed, your skin flushed and your body already aching for more. Leon was between your legs again, kneeling, stroking himself a few more times as he lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your soaked entrance.

He looked up at you one last time, his voice low but serious. "Still sure?"

You didn’t hesitate. "Yes, Leon… please, yes."

That was all he needed. With one steady push, he slid into you, slow, deep, filling you completely. Your back arched off the bed as a moan tore from your throat, your hands gripping the sheets, your whole body wrapping around his.

Leon sank deeper into you, inch by inch, stretching you in the most perfect, maddening way. His breath caught as he bottomed out, buried fully inside you, staying still for a moment to let you both feel every inch of the connection.

“Jesus…” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. “You feel….unreal”

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, needing him even closer, needing to move. “Fuck me, Leon… don’t hold back.”

That lit a fire in him. He pulled back and thrust into you again, hard enough to push you up the bed. The rhythm started slow but deep, every movement sending heat ripping through your core. His body was heavy, grounding you, his hands gripping your hips with purpose.

Chris was still nearby, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Leon began to move faster, sharper. He knelt beside you, brushing his hand gently along your breast before leaning in to kiss your neck.

“She’s so fucking gorgeous like this,” he muttered against your skin. “Taking you so well.”

Leon grunted in response, slamming into you a little harder. “She’s perfect. So damn perfect.”

You couldn’t keep quiet anymore, every thrust, every word, every touch set you on fire. Your moans mixed with the sound of skin against skin, with the breathless curses and praise from both men.

Chris kissed your lips this time, slow and possessive. “You want us both, baby?” he whispered. 

You nodded, already on the edge again.

“Then let him fill you up…” he murmured, fingers sliding down between your legs. “And after that… it’s my turn.”

You felt Leon start to tense, his grip on your hips tightening, his rhythm faltering just slightly as his breathing grew ragged, heavier, hotter against your skin. His entire body was coiled with pressure, each thrust deeper, more desperate.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him, pressing your chest to his, needing to feel him as close as possible. His scent, his heat, the way his muscles flexed around you, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“Fuck… I’m.....close,” he groaned into your ear, voice raw, almost broken.

Your body started to tighten again, involuntarily, a second orgasm building so fast it stole your breath. You clenched around him, and he let out a low, guttural sound, thrusting harder as he lost the last of his control.

“You feel so good… so fucking good,” he gasped, burying himself deep one last time as your walls fluttered around him. You came together, your body shuddering beneath his, his hips stuttering as he came inside you with a growl.

Leon collapsed against you for a moment, still buried inside, both of you breathless and shaking. His chest pressed against yours, his arms holding you close as if he couldn’t let go just yet.

But slowly, he eased out of you with a quiet groan, placing a soft kiss against your shoulder before he slid to the side, giving space—making space—for Chris.

Chris knelt behind you, his grip on your hips firm as he pulled you up onto all fours. You were still trembling, overstimulated from Leon but the moment Chris rubbed his cock through your folds, that heat flared up all over again.

“Still so wet…” he muttered, almost to himself. “I can't wait babe....”

And then he pushed in. You gasped as he filled you in one long, hard stroke, deeper than you were ready for, but exactly what you needed. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath. His pace was rough, relentless, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing through the room. He was rougher than Leon, hungrier but you loved every second of it.

“Jesus, Chris—” you whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“You take it so fucking well,” he growled behind you. “You are so tight, god….so so tight“

And then he changed his angle, hitting something deep inside you that made you cry out. Your arms buckled, face pressed to the mattress as the third orgasm tore through you, loud, raw, shaking.

Chris groaned at the way you clenched around him. “Fuck… you want me to come in you too, huh?”

You gasped, arching back against him. “Yes….yes, fill me. Please.”

That was it. His thrusts turned messy, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. “Fuck, fuck....take it...” he growled through gritted teeth, and then you felt him come, pulsing inside you. His hands were still gripping you, holding you in place.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavy, forehead resting between your shoulder blades. Then he slowly pulled out, watching as his cum spilled from you, his hand stroking gently down your spine.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured.

Leon lay next to you again, kissing your temple, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face. “Hell yeah”

For a moment, you couldn’t even speak, you just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe. Your mind was spinning, your body completely overwhelmed, needing time to catch up with everything you’d just felt.

Both men stayed close. Leon gently stroked your cheek while Chris ran a soothing hand down your back. Their touch was tender now with no urgency, no pressure. Just care.

You could only nod, still too dazed to form words, as they quietly brought you a glass of water and stayed by your side, watching you with a mix of concern and awe.

You drank greedily, your throat dry, and felt your body slowly settle again. When Chris offered you his shower, you accepted gratefully, needing to feel clean again. You took your time, letting the warm water wash over your skin, breathing deeply as your muscles began to relax again.

Afterward, you pulled on some soft clothes and padded back into the bedroom, feeling warm, exhausted, and satisfied. You climbed back into bed, slipping beneath the covers, letting your body sink into the mattress. Chris and Leon joined you soon after, both freshly showered, both quieter now. The energy had shifted into something more calm.

“That was… some damn good teamwork,” Chris said with a satisfied grin, folding his arms behind his head as he looked over at you.

You let out a tired laugh, cuddling up next to Leon, who slipped an arm around you instinctively. “Yeah… really good,” you murmured, eyes already growing heavy.

“Don’t forget completely insane,” Leon added dryly, his hand lazily trailing up and down your back.You smiled into his chest.

Leon raised an eyebrow. “So… is this gonna be a regular thing, or was that a one-time… team meeting?”

Chris grinned, still half-asleep. “Depends how often we’re….needing these briefings.”

You just shook your head, biting your lip to hide the smile. You had no idea what this was now but for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel complicated. It felt right. So damn right.

[desvyn]

18+

You’d already said you were done. More than once.

Your body trembled uncontrollably, skin slick with sweat, the bed beneath you completely ruined—damp sheets clinging to your back, heat pooling everywhere. He had you spread open, folded in a way that left you exposed and helpless, his weight anchoring you down as he stayed buried deep inside you. He hadn’t given you a break. Not after the first wave, not after the ones that followed. Everything inside your head felt slow and hazy, thoughts dissolving before you could hold onto them.

“I— I can’t anymore,” you cried, voice cracking, tears slipping into your hairline. Your mouth hung open, breath uneven, as your body betrayed you again—tightening, fluttering, spilling messily against him without warning.

He let out a rough sound, half a groan, half a laugh, eyes dark as he watched you come apart beneath him. His focus stayed locked where you were joined, like he couldn’t look away. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice thick. “Still giving me everything. Look at you.”

The slow roll of his hips dragged another broken sound from your throat. You could feel every movement, every deep press, like your nerves were stripped bare. Another climax hit you hard, too hard—your muscles tensing, legs quivering as warmth flooded between you again, the sounds embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.

He smiled, breath heavy, pressing a hand to your stomach, grounding you just enough to make it worse. “You feel how full you are?” he said quietly. “That’s me. Right there.”

You tried to shake your head, fingers weakly bracing against him. “Please— it’s too much. I can’t—”

Your body answered for you, clenching tightly, spilling again, and his restraint snapped.

He leaned in closer, pace turning unforgiving, the bed creaking beneath you as he drove you through it. “Don’t pretend,” he said, low and certain. “Your body knows exactly what it wants.” He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, pushing you through one peak and then another until your voice gave out entirely and all you could do was gasp and shake.

Still, he stayed exactly where he was, deep and relentless, like he meant to keep you there until nothing else existed.

“Just one more,” he breathed against your mouth, words frayed, desperate. “Give me one more. I know you’ve got it.”

And somehow, impossibly, you did—your mind going blank as your body tipped over the edge again, sheets soaked beneath you as he held you there, unmoving, breath shuddering as he whispered your name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐘𝐍 | Don't try to be me, you can't.

[lovebugism]

can I PLEASE request steve and shy!reader’s first time?? he practically begs her to make noise and when she does he’s just DEAD

ty for requesting!! — steve teaches you how to use your voice in the bedroom (new relationship, shy!reader, smut 18+)

“Is that the spot?”

You only vaguely hear Steve’s voice, low and honeyed in your ear, as his kiss-bitten lips trace over the shell of it. You’re suffocated beneath the weight of his golden body, and the pleasure he punches into you with relentless, measured thrusts. Steve keeps himself propped on his sinewy forearms on either side of your head, watching with attentive eyes as your pretty face screws with pleasure every time he fucks himself into you.

It’s hard for him to know exactly what you like when you aren’t really telling him anything. Your silence is not entirely expected — you’re always a quiet little thing, and now is no exception — but it’s hard for him to know if you feel good.

He’s grown too used to the wild types; the girls that scream and writhe and make sex an Oscar-worthy performance. He likes how quiet you are in your pleasure; how your pliable body reacts so loudly to his touches despite how shy you are.

He’s already found the spot that makes you keen. With one especially languid thrust — which had pierced the deepest parts of you and caged your sensitive clit beneath his coarse pubic hair — your wild head tipped back against the pillow, in time with your arching back and your clenching fists that reach blindly for the navy sheets below. The sudden stroke of pleasure, like lightning down your spine, makes you feel like a woman possessed.

Steve’s rosy mouth, slick with your honey and spit, curls into a crooked smile at the sight.

“Yeah?” he coos, half-breathless, when your velvet walls clench around him. “You like this, don’t you, honey?”

All he gets from you is a soft and airy moan, but it makes his stiff cock jerk in your quivering confines anyway.

“Then tell me.”

His words fall over you like summer rain. You don’t know if it’s a command or a plea — and he doesn’t, either, really — but he just wants to hear you.

Your mouth parts in a silent moan when his hips rock back and forward again, never quite pulling all the way out of you before fucking into you again, inch by agonizing inch. Your nails dig crescent shapes into his shoulder blades, and Steve revels in the distant burn.

“C’mon, sweet thing…” he pants above you. The breath of his words fans warm against your chin as his broad nose nudges against the side of yours. “Tell me… Tell me I’m making you feel good…”

A flicker of panic dashes across your fucked-out features at the simple command — you wouldn’t know what to tell him, how to tell him without sounding utterly un-sexy. But then his hips tilt back between your parted thighs, dragging his stiff cock out of you until your drooling pussy clenches around the bulbous tip, and then pushes slowly back into you again.

He forces you to feel all of it — every inch of his cock as he fills you once more. The thatch of hair above his happy trail that ruts mercilessly along your swollen clit, more so when your hips buck on their own accord. The scruff of his chest that brushes your sensitive nipples when you tighten your hold around his shoulders.

You couldn’t make out the words if you tried.

You cage your bottom lip between your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut tight, missing the look of worry that flashes across Steve’s scruffy face. His measured thrusts falter at your silence, lean hips stilling between your thighs.

“Does it… Does it not feel good?” he mumbles awkwardly into the quiet of his bedroom.

Your eyes fly open then, heavy-lidded and swimming with a leftover pleasure. You almost can’t believe he’s asking you that. Like you aren’t already so close to your orgasm, like you haven’t already drenched the sheets below you.

“Yeah… It— It feels good…” you tell him through panted breaths, quiet and hardly audible. Your eyes dart back and forth between his chocolate ones. Something short of agony twists at your pouting features. “Why— Why’d you stop?”

Steve grins all over again, though it wavers at the edges with a lingering worry.

“You got all quiet on me…” he murmurs, smoothing one wide hand over your cheek. The skin there is slightly sticky from a thin layer of sweat as he smooths rouge tendrils of hair from your temples with a softly calloused palm. His touch is as warm and firm as his heavy balls still pressed against your ass. “I wanted to make sure it was good for you, too…”

You shift slightly, caged beneath his golden body and the mattress below. You shrink into yourself instinctively, though there isn’t anywhere to go with you pressed so intently against him.

“Sorry…” you whisper.

Steve shakes his head. The chestnut tresses hanging over his forehead sway over his eyes, which go squishy around the edges when he smiles down at you with a melted chocolate gaze.

“You don’t have to apologize… I get it. It’s okay.”

He punctuates his reassurance with a kiss. His lips taste like spearmint, nicotine, and the sweet-salty tang of your cum when they press against yours. Your mouths slot together in a lingering, longing thing like they were meant to do it — like he was made to kiss you, like his only purpose was to kiss you.

Your lips smack when you pull away.

“Can you…” you hear yourself ask, then trail off a second later when you catch yourself.

“Can I what?” Steve hums knowingly. His lips curl into a lazy smile moments before he leans down to press them to your cheek. He doesn’t really kiss you there, but rather brushes the plush skin along your sweat-slick one. The breath of his words fans across your jaw and sends chill bumps pebbling across your bare body. “Use your words for me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

My cock, he means. Or the world. Or the ocean. Whatever you could possibly ask for, he’d fight like hell to get.

Your breath catches when his wet mouth meets your pulse. You wonder if he can feel the thrumming of your rapid heartbeat there. “Can you keep going?” you plead in a breathless whisper.

Steve grits his teeth to fight back a moan when your words make his cock twitch inside you. The scruff of his chin scratches your shoulder when he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, baby, I can… I do that for you…”

The process starts all over again, the merciless rocking of his hips. He pulls out just enough to make you sigh at the empty feeling, then he fucks back into you until his balls slap the plush skin of your ass. Your back arches off the mattress as your nails dig into his golden shoulder. Your moan gets buried in your throat, in a hardly audible whimper.

“Let me hear it, baby,” Steve pleads through labored breaths as his fists ball into the pillows on either side of your head.

His lidded gaze, glassy with a layer of honey, flits across your fucked-out features — eyes squeezed shut, head tossed back, bottom lip caged between your teeth. The sight of you below him is heaven alone, especially compared to how demoniacal your cunt feels wrapped around him.

“Let me make you feel good. C’mon.”

You vaguely feel his right hand squeeze between your sweaty bodies as he continues his measured thrusts. His finger brushes over your stomach, and past the thatch of hair above your pussy, before finding purchase on your clit — already sensitive from your previous orgasm, which he had given to you with nothing but his mouth.

Your body reacts before your mind does. Your hips buck with a shock of electricity. Your thighs clench around his lean hips. Your mouth parts to exhale a broken whimper.

“Right there,” you hear yourself say. “Oh, my god— Right there.”

The praise makes Steve’s even thrusts falter for a moment. A groan rumbles in the depths of his throat. “Yeah… There you go,” the boy slurs. “You sound so pretty for me— Fuck. I knew you would…”

His words make you keen. “Steve…” you whimper when you feel your orgasm suddenly approaching, like a knot in the pit of your stomach that’s growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

He tries not to burst entirely at the way you say his name.

“What is it, honey?” he coos. “You close?”

“Yes…” you sigh.

“I know you are, baby— I can feel it,” he says through gritted teeth, as his own pleasure starts to build. “You’re getting so tight around me, baby, I can— shit. I can barely move—”

Your pussy clenches tighter around him, all but weeping for him now. Steve’s fingers on your swollen clit only add to the ache, which feels borderline overwhelming now. Your face screws in a pained sort of look as your thighs tremble on either side of his waist. You writh beneath his golden body, trying to both chase your orgasm and run from its intensity at the same time.

“Please, please, please…” you hear yourself begging, though for what, you couldn’t say. “Please, Steve…”

“I’m right here, baby,” the boy coos, words slurring from his own encroaching orgasm. He keeps one merciless hand on your clit, which swells beneath his fingers, while his other shifts to hold you. He keeps himself propped up with his elbow while his palm settles over the crown of your head. His fingers curl gently in your hair as he murmurs to you, “I’m right here. Take what you want. You know I’ll give it to you. You just gotta… holy shit— You just gotta fucking take it, baby—”

Something about his words sends you over the edge. The way he says them to you so softly, maybe, or the way they come out slightly strangled as he fights back his own pleasure.

“There you go…” Steve sighs when he feels you cumming around him, velvet walls clenching through the silk you leak for him. He watches through the haze of bliss clouding his vision as you finally succumb to your orgasm, twitching and writhing behind him through every wave of pleasure. “Take it, baby. Take it—”

His voice breaks. A pain sort of groan sounds deep in his throat as his own orgasm threatens to unravel him. He punches into you once, hard, and then buckles down over you. He suffocates you beneath his warm, heavenly body while his aching cock jerks within the pulsing walls of your pussy, spitting several ropes of warm cum deep inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers into your neck, where he hides his flushed face that screws in a pained look of overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck—”

He stills against you with one last, shallow thrust. The remaining tension floods from his body as he sinks heavily onto yours, with every intention of melting with you there. It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever felt — hell, probably the closest to heaven he’ll ever get — with his sweat-slick skin sticking so deliciously to yours.

“Stay…” he hears you whisper when he goes to pull out of you.

The soles of your feet press into the back of his scruffy thighs. Steve pulls just far enough to see your face, and finds you wearing a pleading, pitiful sort of look — brows scrunched, eyes wet, mouth pouted from his kisses.

“Don’t pull out,” you beg through heavy breaths. “Please. I… I wanna stay like this for a while…”

Steve’s pink lips spread into a lopsided grin. His eyes are made of melted chocolate as they dart between both of your glassy ones. Rogue tendrils of chestnut hair fall over his forehead as he nods. And when the words of a promise finally catch up to him, he grins, “Yeah. Whatever you want, baby…”

[ectstasy]

Have my kids (18+)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙉𝘽 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 / 18+ 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩). 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 18. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙: 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

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Shintaro Midorima:

It wasn’t the fact that he’d cleaned due to the fact that was a consistency. No. This was quite different. The place smelled faintly of incense, the bedroom sheets had been freshly changed, and his lucky item of the day, a pink ceramic heart was sat on the nightstand. “Shin…?” you called out, setting your bag down. “Everything okay?”

He stepped out of the bathroom in a fitted black shirt and loose sweatpants, toweling his damp hair off. God your husband was sight for sore eyes. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he pushed them back up. His face face was a little flushed as he said

“You’re ovulating,” You blinked.

“…You’ve been tracking that?”

“Of course. I’ve been logging your cycle for the past four months.”

He crossed his arms like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. “I reminded you to input the last day of your period twice.”

“Oh my god.” You laughed. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m always serious,” he muttered, a bit flustered now. “We agreed to try. This is the optimal window for conception.”

You stepped closer, arms looping around his waist. “So you planned a whole night of knocking me up, huh?”

His hands settled on your hips. “Yes. I did.” He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “You should eat something light beforehand. We need you to have a lot of stamina .”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so hot when you go full caring mode before we fuck.”

He adjusted his glasses. “I’ll pretend that wasn’t sarcastic.”

“It wasn’t.”

He gave you that look and then, of course, insisted you sit down to eat the light meal he prepared ahead of time. When you finally finished eating and he escorted you to the bedroom, his whole demeanor shifted.

He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he positioned himself.

“You will keep your legs up after this,” he muttered, removing his glasses and folding them neatly before pushing his cock into you with one brutal thrust making you let out strangled cry, back arching as the stretch punched the air right out of your lungs. “F-fuck, Shintarō-" But he wasn’t listening. He was watching obsessing at how your wet pussy swallowed him whole. His fingers bruised your hips as he slammed into you again, deeper, meaner.

“God, you’re dripping,” he hissed under his breath. “Look at you. I haven’t even cum once and you’re already soaking me.”

His thick tip slammed against your cervix with every thrust, a precise, punishing pace that had your body trembling.

“You’re going to take every fucking drop tonight love,” he gritted out, one hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you pinned. “You will take everything my cock has to offer until you are knocked up.”

You could barely breathe, drooling into the sheets, moaning loudly. You were already shaking, on the verge of another orgasm, but Midorima didn’t slow down for a second.

“Does it feel good?” he muttered through clenched teeth, ramming into you so deep you saw stars. “Having your husband fuck your fertile cunt raw? You gonna thank me for stuffing you full of baby batter like the good girl you are?”

You nodded as you looked at him with big teary eyes, and that made him snap. His hand slid up your spine

“You are so pretty, I hope my kids take your genes rather than my own."

His cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face and he felt he was near, so his hips snapped forward one last time before burying his entire length inside you as he spilled deep into your womb.

“…Again,” he whispered. “Just to be sure.”

You couldn’t even respond. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was whimper under him and let him whatever the hell he wanted to your overstimulated, wrecked body.

And he did.

He ended up doing it five times.

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Daiki Aomine:

Your back hit the mattress. Your legs were spread. And Aomine was already yanking his sweatpants down. The moment you stated you wanted to start trying for a baby, this man was all in for it. He's been waiting for this moment since forever so now that it came, he was going to take full advantage of it.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he was on you.

“Gonna fill you up,” he said his voice low he lined himself up to your dripping hole. “Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. You sure about this, baby? I ain’t stopping once I start.”

“I’m sure,” you whispered.

That’s all he needed.

He thrust in deep all the way, making your back arch and a scream rip out of your throat.

“Fuuuck, shit I don't know how much fucking times I've fucked this pussy for you to always remain so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise.

Even though you'd lost track of the amount of times you had Aomine had sex, this time it was honestly a little different. Rougher. Deeper. More desperate. His thrusts were heavy and unrelenting, slamming into you like every stroke was the one that’d knock you up. It as if he was loving this idea as much as you were.

“You feel that?” he groaned into your ear. “That’s how deep I’m gonna cum, baby. Right up in your into here.” He said tapping your stomach.

“You want this, huh?” he muttered, voice feral. “Wanna carry my baby? My fuckin kid inside that small little body?”

“Y-Yes, Daiki, please-"

“Say it.”

“I want it-I want your baby-fuck, I want all of it-"

“Yeah?” he hissed, voice cracking as his rhythm stuttered. “You wanna walk around stuffed full of my fuckin’ load? Waddlin with my kid inside you? All that from this pussy-this tight, beautiful pussy that's all mine?”

A broken groan left his throat as he slammed in deep, cock twitching violently as he filled you to the brim, his cum so hot and thick you could feel it pooling inside. But he didn’t pull out. He didn’t move.

His cock twitched over and over, painting your insides.

But he didn’t pull out.

Didn’t move.

Just stayed inside, holding you close, panting against your neck.

“Shit,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I should’ve done this sooner....felt too good..." The minute those words came out of his mouth, he stood back up straight with a smirk. He then began fucking into you slowly. Grinding into your overstimulated walls like he was trying to force every last drop into your womb.

“It felt too good. Besides your pussy still feels a bit empty,” he murmured. “Gotta go again. Gotta make sure.”

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Ryouta Kise:

“God, You’re gonna be so pretty when you’re pregnant,” he mumbled, voice soft. “I'm so grateful you'll let me be the father to your kids." His cock dragged against your slick folds before he finally pushed inside inch by inch until his tip kissed your cervix. His eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out, breath catching in his throat. “So warm… so tight… fuck, baby, it’s like your pussy knew it was mine.” He started to move slow, rolling thrusts that made your eyes roll back then paused suddenly, an idea flashing through.

Without pulling out, Kise hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, shifting until your front was pressed against the full length mirror beside the bed.

“I need you to see,” he moaned, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you’ll look when I cum inside you.”

His hips rolled into you from behind slow and deep, forcing your body to jolt forward with each thrust. His grip tightened on your hips, your reflection jolting with every bounce, his hair matted to his forehead, abs flexing, lip bitten.

“Look,” he moaned again, voice cracking. “Look at what your body does to me. Look how fucking good you take me.”

You could barely breathe, your eyes teary, mouth open and a moan caught in your throat. “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” he groaned, thrusts picking up as his cock pulsed deep inside your walls. “Wanna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. Wanna see you round and sore and so fucking mine. You’ll take it, right?”

“Yes, Ryo,” you gasped. “Please give it to me.”

His hips snapped forward one last time, cock throbbing as he came with a loud, broken whimper, grinding into you as his cum spilled in hot, heavy waves, coating your insides so thick you could feel it pooling. He held you tight, still inside, breathing hard. Then, with trembling hands, he laid you down gently. Your legs were pulled up, hips propped on a soft pillow. And he didn’t let go.

“You stay like that, baby,” he murmured, breathless. “Let it settle…”

His hand moved to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “I think it’s gonna work this time…”

Later, when you were fast asleep,his cum still trapped inside you Kise kissed your belly and whispered into the dark:

“I love you already… both of you.”

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Taiga Kagami:

You didn’t think much of it when you said it, it was just a quiet confession between kisses, whispered against his neck while you sat curled in his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“I really feel like we are ready for kids.”

Kagami froze like you’d slapped him. His body stiffened and his cheeks instantly flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-You serious?” he stammered, eyes wide. “Like… for real?”

You nodded, biting your lip. And that was all it took. He kissed you hard, hands already tugging at your clothes. You helped him, shirt first, then your panties, then his sweats and of course he was already hard, leaking against your thigh as he pushed you down on the bed.

“I’ll try to be careful,” he muttered.

“But fuck, baby-don’t say that and expect me to think straight.”

When he slid in, both of you gasped. He buried himself.

“You feel… so good,” he groaned, almost to himself, as he started to move deep and steady, each stroke trembling with held

back need. You cupped his face, kissed him. “You can go harder, Taiga. I want it.”

He did.

His pace picked up, his body covering yours, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into you with determination. His hands found your thighs, pushed them up until your knees were at your chest, locking himself in even deeper.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna fill you up, I wanna make you mine-fuck I can't fucking wait to see you full of me."

You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The mental image of his cum leaking out of you was all he needed to thrust himself into you one final time before he came hard, thick cum spilling deep in you as his entire body shuddered. You thought he was done. You really did. But after a few minutes of breathing against your skin, still inside you, still hard, Kagami lifted his head and looked at you.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “I’m perfect.”

He exhaled hard through his nose. “Good… cause I ain't done yet.”

“I wanna make sure it works,” he said, blunt and a little out of breath. “Wanna fill you up again. Wanna fuck it into your stomach.”

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Tetsuya Kuroko:

“I've been thinking...Tetsu.” You said as you played with his hair. "I want to start a family.."

“I’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks.”

Your heart skipped. “Really?”

He nodded once. “Every time I’m inside yo-" His words were then cut off by a sudden kiss from you. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He carried you. Carefully. Placed you on the mattress. Kuroko pulled off your clothes with steady hands, standing between your thighs. Once he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. His eyes were calm, but burning. He pushed in slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when he bottomed out, he let out a single, shaky breath.

“You’re already perfect for me,” he whispered. “But the idea of you pregnant with my child… it’s consuming.”

His hips started to move. Every thrust left you gasping, clinging to his back as your body trembled beneath him.

“You take me so well baby,” he murmured.

You moaned his name, eyes fluttering. It was too much, the stretch, the closeness, the way he spoke. It was all just so perfect.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he said softly. “Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know." Your fingers tangled in his hair as he began to fuck you harder. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer. And when he came, it was with a whispered groan against your neck.

He stayed inside. Didn’t move nor spoke. He just held you close against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his placed gently on the small of your back. He gave you a kiss on your neck before saying,

“Let’s try again… just to be sure.”

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Atsushi Murasakibara:

He was quiet when you told him. Not shocked, not flustered, just blinking up at you from where he was laying on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh.

“Really? You wanna have a baby?” he mumbled, voice low and slow. “Like… mine?”

You nodded, unsure how he’d take it.

It didn't take too long for his hand to slide between your thighs, two fingers rubbing lightly against your core feeling how wet you are. He kissed you all over as he kept his long fingers pumping into your pussy. You then stopped him. "Baby...let me be the one to lead this time.."

And that lead to you bouncing on him like a girl in heat, completely mindless, tits bouncing in circles, ass slapping against his thighs with wet, messy sounds every time your soaked cunt swallowed him whole. Murasakibara was a wreck beneath you, looking at you go with his face flustered.

“You agreed to make a baby,” you panted, pupils blown wide. “Said you wanted to keep me full, right? Then fucking fill me.”

He let out the weakest whimper, hips twitching up helplessly.

“Y-you’re already full,” he moaned, dragging his hands over your ass, squeezing like he could force you down deeper. “Already gave you so much-your pussy’s leaking—I can feel it…” You looked down at him with a wicked smile. “Then give me more. If you want that baby, you’re gonna have to fuck it into me again and again.” He cursed under his breath and let his head fall back, pink bangs sticking to his forehead. His thick cock was still rock hard inside you, overworked and overstimulated. But it didn’t stop him from gripping your hips and slamming you down on him so hard you cried out. “You’re scary when you’re like this…” he mumbled. “All needy n greedy like you’re tryna milk my balls dry…”

"Maybe I am,” you hissed, nails dragging down his chest. “You said you wanted to knock me up, Atsushi. So do it. Fucking do it.” That pushed him over the edge.

With a deep grunt, he thrusted up hard. Then sooner or later he was spilled inside you with a long, broken groan, hips twitching wildly as your walls fluttered around him. But even after he came, you didn’t stop. You kept grinding, kept working him, trying to squeeze every last drop from his thick cock, even as he whined under you.

“Still not enough,” you moaned, leaning over him, licking the sweat from his neck. “I need it deeper. I want your cum flooding my womb. I wanna feel it take.”

He was dizzy. Gone. Arms wrapped around you, voice a muffled whimper against your chest.

“I-I’ll give you a baby,” he promised, barely coherent. “I’ll give you as many as you want…”

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Seijuro Akashi:

Your back hit the bed and the room fell still.

Akashi looked down at you, eyes glowing in the low light. He didn’t speak right away. Just trailed his fingers slowly over your belly like he was envisioning it already, swollen, round, all because of him.

“You’re ready?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. He didn’t ask twice.

He undressed you carefully. And when you were bare beneath him, legs spread and already dripping, he let out the faintest hum.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he said. “You’ll carry the next Akashi. My heir. My blood. You understand that, don’t you?” You nodded again, breathless. “No,” he murmured, slipping two fingers through your slick folds. “Say it.”

“I understand… I’m ready, Sei. I want it.”

That made him smile. “Good.”

He stroked his cock slowly, watching the way your eyes dropped to it. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his bulging cock. Slowly he lined up and pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out in a single, deep thrust that made you arch with a cry.

He didn’t let you adjust. Didn’t give you space to think. He gripped your thighs, planted his knees, and began fucking himself into you balls deep.

Every thrust reached deep and his pelvis grinding into your aching clit giving you double pleasure of the sensations. You were already a mess beneath him, moaning, gasping, clawing at the sheets but Akashi was composed. Unshaken.

“You feel that?” he growled softly. “That’s where I’m going to finish. Deep inside you. You’re going to take all of me and keep it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want just please cum in me Seijuro."

He grabbed your chin, made you look him in the eye.

“Beg properly.”

“Breed me, Seijuro-please-fill me up-make me pregnant with your child."

And that was all it took. His hips snapped forward, pace breaking, breath hitching as he drove in deeper, harder, panting curses under his breath until he spilled inside you with a groan, cock pulsing as he filled your womb. But he didn’t pull out. He bent low, kissed your neck, and began to move again.

"Don't go assuming it's over my love."

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[hispg]

Just like fine wine

Pairings: Fem! Reader x R9! Leon

Wc: 3.1k

Summary: Just an older man who caught your eye, and Leon decided to indulge you in your little desires to get to know him better, as you said.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, soft! Dom Leon, fingering, older Leon!, I did not proofread, sorry.

An: I'll answer all the comments and asks tomorrow! Thanks for the love, pookies!! 💖💖💖 Just saying something about between royalty and vows, there's going to be a lot of angst from now and on, and I mean it, like the next 10 chapters or something. Promise I'm working on it!! And yes, the title is about how he gets old like wine, so nice every time!

Leon Kennedy was a man who carried great prestige on his shoulders, yet when he was off duty, he preferred to be called only by his first name. Leon never felt he should brag about himself, so he preferred to act like a normal, discreet civilian. So if you hadn't been curious enough to ask his friend Chris who Leon was, you wouldn't know much about him.

After all, how could you not pay attention to that mysterious man who showed up at the bar religiously every Friday? Visibly older, covered in muscles that showed every time he wore a shorter shirt, or dark blond hair that always seemed to be messed up in the sexiest way possible. Oh, and the blue eyes that always seemed to be looking into your soul? The man looked like he had stepped straight out of a movie.

Discreet was an adjective that didn't describe how secretive Leon was about himself, and by chance, you had your eyes on him from the first time you saw him, and then came the sudden curiosity about him. It was mutual, because Leon was observant enough to notice that you came to the same bar as him, on the same days and at the same times, and he had a strong suspicion that you were watching him to find out his routine.

It bothered him at first, but after a few flirtatious glances and smiles, he fell for it. He could be many things, but at the end of the day he was just a man, and he couldn't resist when it came to a good drink and the bonus of a beautiful woman.

One thing led to another, and after a devilishly stressful week, what could be more relaxing than a good drink and possibly taking you to bed? He already had ambitious plans for the whole night, and when, after some flirting and a few wandering hands here and there, you agreed to go to a motel with him, his mood suddenly improved.

Once in the room, Leon let you wander around, admiring things as if you had never seen anything like it before. He took his time approaching you, a little awkwardly at first, but soon found his place behind you.

“Do you like it?” he asks, playing with the strap of your dress.

You nodded vigorously, giving him a slight smile that answered him as well as the nod.

“Very well, maybe you should get used to it...” he said, leaving the innuendo hanging in the air.

And before you could answer, his hands found your waist and pulled you close, with a grip that made you let out a gasp of surprise. He held you tight, holding you with a strong grip that was incredibly warm somehow.

“You still remember how to do it…” You joke, placing your hands under his biceps and feeling them flex under your fingers, which, incidentally, give them a firm squeeze to better feel the muscles.

He then chuckles, and it seems genuine from the sparkle in his eyes. Naughty.

“I know better than most people...” He says as he smirks at you, pulling you toward him and stealing a peck on the lips.

With a speed you thought was almost superhuman, he had you lying on the bed, legs spread to accommodate him between them, and he fit perfectly there, in just the right place.

Seeing your surprised expression, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand, just as he wanted. Without delay, he kissed you hard on the lips, his hot mouth pressing firmly against yours, moving against you in perfect harmony, just as when he put his tongue inside your mouth, his wet muscle wrapping around yours with otherworldly precision, almost leaving you breathless just from the kiss.

You even thought Leon wouldn't be so forward, but when you felt his hands wandering over your body, and without any innocence going straight for your ass, you realized you were very wrong. He squeezed you, pulled you close, made you rub against the tent that formed in his pants, a complete bastard, and didn't hide anything at that moment.

In the blink of an eye, he slipped his hand under your panties, tracing your slit, threatening to touch you but never following through, just his fingertips on your warm cunt. He then placed his thumb on your clit, caressing it while still kissing you, silencing your noises. He played with your clit, flicking it from time to time but never keeping his movements fixed there.

His fingers were skilled, once he slid them inside you he already knew exactly what to do, he didn't take long to go deep, twisting his fingers and staring at you, trying to find that sweet spot he knew was there.

“Here...” You moan, holding his fist and guiding his movements. And it was like giving a gun to someone who wants to kill you, because at that very moment he pressed his fingers into a sweet spot on your spongy walls, making you see stars.

Leon grinned slightly when he saw how easy it was to get you in that state, writhing and whimpering so slyly. It was beautiful to see how responsive you were, just seeing your nipples harden in front of him was all he needed to make his cock throb inside his pants.

And in a moment, he lowered his face and took one of your nipples in his mouth, letting you enjoy the sensation of his tongue wrapping around your breast as he sucked you loudly and obscenely, giving you light bites from time to time.

That, combined with the fact that he was still fingering you, was maddening, and you found yourself gasping even more with everything at once.

With his fingers moving incessantly inside you, slowly curving and hitting several pleasurable spots along with the flicks he was giving you, you already knew it wouldn't last long. The way his fingers were already covered in your juices was a big indication.

After he was satisfied sucking on your breast, he left you with a small ‘pop’ sound, looking at your breasts and licking his lips just from seeing you like that. If it were up to him, he would spend the whole night licking and nibbling on them.

“Leon, I'm close, close—” you gasped, your hands desperately pulling at the covers so you could anchor yourself.

“You're going to get there, why don't I show you, mh?” He purrs, scissoring you while taking the opportunity to massage your clit with his thumb, putting strong pressure on your sensitive little buddy.

You called his name in a breathy tone, followed by a whisper that warned him you were close, but honestly, it's not like he didn't know that. He could feel you clenching against him, or did you think the way you were moaning and writhing beneath him wasn't a big enough clue?

“So why don't you come, hm?” He whispers, sounding like a little devil in your ear as he caresses your clit, maliciously taking advantage of the moment to give your poor little friend a hard slap.

At that moment, all you could hear was the wet sounds of his fingers going in and out of you, besides your heavy breathing, but once you decided to look him in the eyes and he responded with a roguish smile, my God, you were done for.

And you clenched around him, your eyes closing tightly as you arched your back, feeling like you were seeing stars, and in a way, you were. Because nothing could beat the delicious feeling of coming on his fingers, your body responded so obediently to his command that he felt his cock throb at the same moment, just seeing your folds painting his thick fingers was enough to drive his imagination wild.

“It wasn't difficult, was it?” He asks, watching as you struggle for air beneath him, your chest rising and falling as you gasp heavily.

You laugh breathlessly, opening your eyes to look at him for the first time after orgasm, only to receive a tug on your lip. Leon didn't waste much time in nibbling your lower lip as a way to distract you from the fact that he was already undoing his pants. You only realized it from the sound of his belt coming undone. He was quick at what he did, a lot of practice led to that.

He made a point of taking off his shirt, leaving him completely naked in front of you. And if he wasn't a sight for sore eyes, the man was a machine of muscles that looked like they had been hand-sculpted. Even with his age, he seemed to be in top shape, and not even the scars were able to erase everything he had.

You bite your lip, looking him up and down as you assess him. Six-pack abs, huge, meaty biceps, toned thighs, and a mouthwatering cock. Pink head, full of veins and eagerly hard for you, with a line of delicious precum dripping from the tip. And big enough to make you clamp your thighs together in anticipation, you were certainly in for a ride.

Without much ceremony, he returned to the bed, kissing you wetly on the lips as he helped you sit up, and to your surprise, he wasn't going to do mommy and daddy, he actually had very different plans.

He turned you over onto the mattress, putting you on all fours and pressing your face against the soft surface. For some reason, Leon wasn't the type who liked to look into the eyes of casual encounters, and he was demonstrating this perfectly to you. His hand held your head so you couldn't look at him.

On your back, you felt his warmth, his chest pressed against your back as he pressed himself against you, kissing your back lightly to distract you from what he was about to do. And for a brief moment you felt breathless when his bulbous tip invaded you, and he took his sweet time, sinking into you inch by inch, until you felt completely filled with him, and he did it masterfully. The man grunted with the feeling of being nestled so well, you curled up so perfectly that he found himself wondering if anyone had ever managed to do something so delicious.

“Tight fit... Just perfect, don't you think...?” He pronounces, giving you a light and deep thrust, his tip going so deep that you couldn't even imagine. He was just making you feel every inch of him, as he should.

“Good... Yes... That’s good...” you murmur between moans and whimpers, your eyes rolling back in your head with each thrust of his hips against yours, making his cock go deep into that sweet spot, only for him to pull out again and slowly sink into you, repeating the cycle viciously.

You hear him chuckle followed by a groan, the hand pressing your head against the mattress pulls your hair, making you lift your head a little so he can at least understand what you're saying.

“Are you already cockdrunk, sweetheart?” Leon purrs, and just him calling you sweetheart makes you clench around him in such a pathetic way, as if he had said the dirtiest thing in the world to you.

He grunted in response, and in retaliation, he pulled out of you completely, leaving you empty and desperate for a few seconds, but before you could protest anything, you felt the tip of him at your entrance, slowly rubbing against your wet opening. You then arched your hips, a sly moan escaping your lips as you almost desperately rubbed against him and searched for any kind of friction.

“Why don't you use your words...? Huh? I can't understand you if you don't speak...” He teases, giving your clit a little pat with his cock.

“Oh please… Please…” you beg, moving your hips back and forth, your hands gripping the sheets as tightly as you can.

“That sounds sweet… But I know you can do better…” Leon says in a mocking tone, enjoying the way you once again beg him coyly.

You gather your words and beg once more, whimpering like a slut, lifting your ass up to him even more, like a bitch in heat.You couldn't see him, but you could feel his smile on his face when he saw what you did, patting your ass as a sign of approval.

“Atta girl.” He grunted, sliding into you all at once, without giving you any warning of what he was going to do.

You didn't even have time to breathe when he started pounding into you, faster than before, still taking his time to push deep inside you, making sure you felt every inch, every vein, every bit of him.

With the wet slapping sounds of him entering and leaving you continuously, it was all that echoed in the room, his balls slapping against your skin, which, in addition to the obscene noise, made you roll your eyes every time it hit your clit just right.

His cock moved in and out almost viciously, and all you could hear from Leon were his grunts, which he couldn't hold back even though he tried hard. Your wet heat was like he was inside a paradise he didn't want to leave anytime soon. And suddenly, he grabbed you, reaching down to hug you and rubbing himself against you, and soon after, before you could ask any questions, he whispered breathlessly to you:

“Are you going to take it? You know you will, as you should.” Serious and bossy words, and you understood why soon after.

Leon began to pump his hips into you, humping against you as if he were a dog in heat with no control, focused only on eating the pussy he wanted so badly. It was far from gentle, each thrust of his hips into you was a moan he pulled from the back of your throat.

Leon's fucking was dirty, mixed with the sounds of your moans and his grunts every time he sank into you, your mind a hot mess every time he went into you, the way he was holding on to you was maddening, every movement of his hips hitting you made you clench around him, and in return he gave you a hard stroke as punishment, the kind that made the bed shake and creak more than usual.

And in one of those moments, you felt you were close, your pussy clenching and relaxing around him desperately, every sensation of his tip hitting the right spot making your legs even more shaky. And then you came, your walls spasming around Leon's cock as you came on him, your eyes closed tightly and your mouth open as you moaned, even drooling in the process because it felt so good.

And Leon was just a man, the poor guy couldn't hold out for long when your walls tightened around him, and you gave him the delicious sensation of coming on him, of making a mess on his cock, and soon he felt his balls pulsing, he already knew he was there.

And he quickly pulled out of you, jerking himself off a few times, and soon spurting hot, thick jets of his cum on your back and ass, moaning softly as he did so. You felt the heat run down you, and it made you clench around nothing for some reason.

He still held your hips while catching his breath, but you still felt him take a towel and wipe you down, very gently, then letting you lie down since your trembling legs were a sign that you couldn't hold that position much longer.

Before you could even turn around, you heard the sound of his belt, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, a clear sign that he was getting ready to leave.

When you turned to look at him, he was adjusting his pants, zipping them up without even glancing at you. He was methodical, not missing a beat as he made the final adjustments to his clothes.

The man was pure business, even when he took out a small card with his number on it and handed it to you, his gaze was cold, and strangely charming.

“Here, you can call if you want,” he said, tilting his head as you examine the card.

With what little shame you had left, you covered yourself and put the card in your purse, turning away for a brief second, a satisfied smile appearing on your lips as you stared at his figure.

“So... shall we do this again sometime?” The question was provocative, but there was a slight air of anticipation on your part. Well, with your legs trembling and that feeling of pleasure coursing through your body, how could you not want more?

He then finally looked you up and down, contemplating something until he let out a breath through his nose, perhaps a laugh, a humorous sigh, hard to tell.

“Same place, same day and time. Be on time.” From his tone, you could swear he was talking about some mission, something like that, but it was about you.

“But... Only next week...?” You ask with a forced pout, looking at him with a mischievous look.

He seemed surprised, and to your delight, he didn't seem to reject the idea, at least he was thinking about it. And you were already expecting a no given his coldness at times, but the reaction was different.

With silent steps, he walked up to you, sneaking up until he was in front of you, one hand cupping your cheek while holding your face firmly, eyes fixed on you.

“Stay tonight...” You whisper, not taking your eyes off him for a second.

Unexpectedly, he pressed his face against yours, slowly pressing his body against yours and pushing you back onto the bed, pinning you against him and leaving you with no way out.

His breath was warm against your cheek, you could feel his lips brushing against your soft skin as if they were light caresses, his free hand that wasn't holding your face soon ended up on your waist, under the blanket you were using as protection, and you felt the warmth of his calloused fingers on your skin.

A light chuckle in your ear was all it took for you to press your legs together, and then he murmured in a hoarse voice that was enough to make you weak in the knees.

“Don't make me regret this...” That was all he said before kissing your ear, once again staring at you with those striking blue eyes.

Once he heard your little laugh, he was on top of you again, like a hungry man. And you had asked for it, hadn't you? So he, like a gentleman, would spend the whole night with you.

You were in for an all-night ride.

[luna-azzurra]

FACIAL MICRO EXPRESSIONS FOR WRITERS <3

[vermin-and-the-maggots]

Unfortunately reblogs were turned off but that post is important for people in fandoms to see

[writingwisterias]

Eras reacting to your first squirt:

Warnings: MNDI, SMUT, Squirting, fingering, oral (f), unprotected sex, Overstimulation, Sex toys,

First addition of Re9 👀 I hope you enjoy!!!

AFAB!Fem!Reader

RE2:

He honestly thought it was a lie, there was no way in hell a girl actually did that right? He was confused when you felt tighter and became non-verbal. If it wasn't for your legs keeping him trapped in place he would have removed his cock to care for you out of fear. He just graduated as a cop he didn't need to murder his girlfriend from good sex.

Then once he realizes he makes sure to give you one every time, only each time he lasts longer helping you get to the subconscious state where you feel all the stress leave your body. Perfect for a shit day at work remedy.

RE4R:

He wasn’t doing it intentionally, rather he wasn’t really paying attention to what he was doing in the first place. His fingers were moving at a lazy pace, switching between scissoring and pumping. It was a half assed attempt to keep you satisfied whilst he fought off sleep during the movie you insisted on watching.

He barely notices when you do it, he just feels the liquid spill down his arm and soak up in his jeans..he's just as confused as you are and it takes him a second to figure out what happened as you are whining and writhing against his lap trying to get him to stop. Only why would he?

He did miss the first one after all.

Infinite Darkness:

He knew exactly what he was planning to do and how to do it. The only problem was he never really practiced it. It calls for a longer session where he spends a lot of time making sure to bring you to the level he thinks you need. You can bet there’s a shit eating grin on his face when he finally feels you tighten up, your moans becoming breathless as you focus on the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving you.

He doesn’t change a thing that he’s doing, focusing on his movements and consistency until finally he feels the squirt. He will sit there and watch the aftermath for a while, his cock still thick and hard inside of you as he looks at the drenched state of his stomach. It takes a few minutes until he decides to overstimulate you, causing yet another orgasm.

Damnation:

Shit eating grin when he finally sinks down to your pussy after a hell of long day. His reports and other piles of paper work is forgotten about when he begins to literally devour your pussy. He doesn’t stop for no one or nothing, simple taking every tug of his hair in stride and ignoring the pain to just keep onslaughting your pussy with him. You feel embarrassed when you see him and his drenched face eventually, the squirt that you drenched him with laying over his lips like a lip gloss. He ignore your protests as he broke into a shit eating grin and began to lick his lips, sucking on the sweet taste you offered him.

RE6:

He suggests the idea of trying to get you to squirt, doesn’t listen to your protests about never being able to do it either. Claiming about how you haven’t had the right man to help you.

I think he’s big on toys and has a huge collection of them for you, only really keeping the ones that he knows work wonders on you. So he sticks to your favorites, ensuring that you are plugged with his cock feeling nice and full before he begins the slow but practiced motion to get you warmed up and squirming. He can feel you getting closer but doesn’t change anything to speed it up, he keeps everything the same level.

When you do eventually squirt, he’s grinning down at you pleased with himself. Following the classic line “I told you so” before he helps you clean up. Not before he gets a taste though….and a photo.

Vendetta:

He’s mainly lazy fucking you, there’s no real intention for it to happen and somehow that makes it better for him. His movements are just hard enough to give you the coil tightening effect you needed, along with his wondering hands and kisses but it’s still enough to keep his stamina.

When it happens he’s just as shocked as you are, a shit eating grin growing on his face as he realizes slowly what happened. He makes no effort to make a big deal out of it though, he continues to fuck you through the stimulation and doesn’t stop when he feels your pussy tighten again. Instead he waits for the long haul again, feeling incredibly pleased with the raised ego that he made his girl squirt with minimal effort.

Death Island:

It was during a late night conversation in the darkness of your share d bedroom that you admitted to him you have made yourself squirt before. However, you have never felt it since and no one has ever done it to you either. He’s cocky and bored enough to try and complete the non-existent challenge you set for him. He researches it…aka watches the porn channels whilst he’s away….

With the new knowledge he comes home cocky and demanding, something he knows gets you going. He’ll praise you and slightly baby you just to get the headspace that makes everything easier. He starts of kissing your pussy, then he moved to fingering before he slowly grinds into you not wanting to waste the feeling of the squirt to his fingers.

He knows it’s close because you practically suffocate his cock with your vice like grip. The release pushing him away from your whilst also drenching everything in the way. He cums shortly after the sight being the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He praises you and is a king at aftercare so he ensure you are properly taken care of before he does it all over again.

RE9:

Whatever he’s doing it’s planned and calculated, there’s a reason for what he’s doing and how he’s doing it. The entire plan is completely oblivious to you as well. He’ll rile you up, spending the entire day getting you all hot bothered so you really really need him to cool down later on. Even then the teasing and foreplay doesn’t stop, he’ll take forever to give you his dick and when he finally does he can always feel your pussy sucking him in. Heavy on the praise, getting you into the state he needs you to be in order for it to work. His movements are minimal but precise. When he feels it snap, it’s the happiest you have seen him in a while. He’ll smother you with himself, whispering how proud he is of you and how you were such a good girl for him.

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Hi! I noticed that you didn’t write for ice so feel free to just completely ignore this, but I was wondering if it would be possible for you to write a FF about Ice x reader literally anything works - beggars can’t be choosers here 🥲🙏 I’m pretty sure I finished all the Ice ff this is literally my last hope- you can even have my first born if you want 💁🏻‍♀️

Hi. I am sorry it took me so long, I hope you like it . I ain't taking your frst born tho, haha.

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Parring: fem!reader x Ice

Summary: You visited FUNK JUNGLE, and not only was the alcohol good there

Warnings: alcohol, throwing up mentioned, other than that - fluff

A/N: Hi. I am so sorry it's that short; it's been some time since I've watched H&L, and I am not feeling it like I used to. Tho I tried my best to write it in the vibe of the movies.

You lit your cigarette as you leaned back in your seat, your eyes focused on the performance.

A few days ago, you stumbled upon the FUNK JUNGLE and decided to visit it one day to check it out. And it looked like you didn't regret that. The alcohol was good, as was the music, not to mention the attractive performers. You liked it here.

As you watched the performance, your eyes followed one man on the stage. The blond-haired man in the centre caught your eye with his voice and his confidence; his moves mesmerized you in seconds. And when caught you looking at him, your insides did the flip happily. You held his gaze calmly, smoke lazily leaving your lips, making you look even more attractive.

The performance ended, and the whole club erupted with applause. The performers bowed, thanking the audience, and walked up to their booth to rest. The bartender immediately brought them their drinks, treating them like the owners they were.

Throughout your stay at the FUNK JUNGLE, your eyes were drifting back to the VIP booth quite often, more specifically to the blond-haired man, clearly the leader. You've noticed his little ticks, his body language, and how he treats the others around him, and fuck if it didn't make him more attractive in your eyes. You noticed yourself blushing every time he caught you staring and smirked. And the flirt you were, you looked away slowly each time with a soft smile.

It all went on until he got up from his seat and headed your way. Your cheeks turned red immediately, and you looked away, while your heart was racing in your chest.

"Pretty lady sitting alone?" he asked playfully and sat by your table.

"Not alone anymore." you answered with a smile.

He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He eyed you appreciatively before moving his gaze back to your lips, then eyes. You bit your lip and looked down at the glass in my hand.

"The performance," you started. "It was really nice. You guys know how to entertain the crowd."

"Thank you." A smile decorated Ice's face at your compliment. "We're glad you enjoyed it."

You nodded with a soft smile and focused back on your drink, which you finished quickly and slid the glass slightly away from yourself.

"Mixing alcohol with cigarettes isn't the best combination," said Ice playfully, his eyes on the ashtray by your hand. "Doesn't it make you nauseous?"

You shook your head. In your life, not even once have you thrown up due to mixing alcohol or smoking in between, which always amazed your friends or drinking companions.

"It's about the skill of not giving a fuck about it." you joked. "If you don't expect yourself to get sick, you probably won't. If you do, you can go and kiss the toilet."

Ice laughed at your comparison, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"It's the first time I've heard something like that," he said after a moment of laughing. "Does that really work?"

"In my experience, yes," you said. "Never thrown up after drinking."

"Not even once?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise but also admiration. You shook your head and chuckled softly. "Lucky you."

"Oh well, the skill of not giving a fuck." you felt yourself relaxing more in your seat.

"I need to learn that skill then, if that meant not throwing up more." Ice said with a chuckle.

The conversation went on for what felt like hours. You grew bolder around him, even allowed yourself to throw a dirty joke now and then. He didn't stay behind and added his own bit of spice to the talk.

"Okay, I need to go." you said after some time. "It was nice meeting you."

"Pleasure was mine." Ice smiled charmingly and stood up with you. "I hope to see you around more often."

"Don't mind if I do." you smiled. "Anyway, thank you for your company."

Ice nodded with a smile and watched you walk towards the exit, his eyes following your silhouette. Many thoughts were running through his mind, most of them circling around you.

"Wait!" Before he could stop himself, he ran after you and grabbed your wrist.

Ice pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours in an alcohol-tasting, but sweet, kiss. You didn't hesitate and kissed him back, your fingers gently gripping his shirt. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as if he was scared you'd disappear in the smoke and lights of the club.

"I will definitely come back." You whispered against his lips as the kiss broke.

"I will hold you to that." Ice whispered back with a smile.