purity
pairing: knight!steve harrington x f!reader
summary: on night patrol, steve notices you slipping away to the woods. his curiosity gets the best of him and he decides to follow you one night (aka steve finds you masturbating in the woods and decides to take matters into his own hands)
warnings: mdni 18+ only! graphic mature content: f!masturbation, a dash of voyeurism, virginity loss, oral f receiving, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, cockwarming, slight dubcon, steve is down bad
word count: 4.8k
a/n: we’re going to pretend like this is historically accurate and that i totally have my terminology correct .. also joe for the iron shoot had me in shambles and i had to write this
Most of the other knights hated night patrol. It was cold, quiet, and lonesome. But that’s exactly what Steve liked about it.
There was something about the stillness and the way the world softened when the sun went down. The village would go quiet, the townspeople finding their way to their beds, sleeping until sunrise. There was no one to bark orders at him, no shouting in the cobblestone streets. Just the occasional howl of the wind or the sound of a horse whinnying from the stables.
Out where the village ended where the cobblestones faded into the fields is where Steve loved to patrol the most. It was the most peaceful, a brief distraction from civilization.
He walked the same route every night, his boots softly pressing down onto the tall grass. His sword hung at his side, more habit than necessity. The only conflict he’d run into in the last few weeks was the occasional drunk wandering home late or the rare fox nosing into someone’s henhouse.
And then he saw you that first night.
At first you were just a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. The pale fabric of your nightgown caught the moonlight as you crossed the open field to your place below the crooked willow tree, right next to the creek at the edge of the woods.
He assumed you were off to get some peace and quiet, or maybe even to meet a lover. But there wasn’t anyone else who showed, it was just you.
Steve noticed it was a reoccurring thing. Night after night, you slipped out of your cottage and wandered toward your spot in the grass beneath the tree. You’d sit in the grass with your head tilted back, eyes closed. Sometimes you’d stay there for a while, motionless from what Steve could tell from a distance.
One night, Steve stalked closer, his curiosity getting the best of him. He kept to the trees, his glove holding his sword as his side, steadying his breath. He watched as you padded barefoot to your spot, the grass holding an obvious indent from your consistent place. He watched intently as you sat beneath the willow, stretching your legs out, your nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Steve’s heart rate picked up as his eyes trailed from the soft pudge of your belly to your breasts, the sight of your nipples making arousal begin to bubble at his core.
His breath hitched in his throat as your hand landed on your chest, briefly ghosting over your nipple, before slowly trailing down your stomach.
He should’ve turned away. He was a knight, bound to honor, his oath, and to discipline. But as your breath hitched, and your fingers moved beneath the hem of your gown, pushing it up over your panties, Steve felt the discipline in him withering away.
As your fingers began to slide beneath the waistband of your panties, Steve retreated, the guilt curling hot and sharp in his chest.
The following night, Steve waited for you again. He waited where the cobblestone ended, and he watched as you wandered to your spot. He watched as you settled in the grass. He quietly stalked through the tall grass towards the trees, settling behind the same tree as the night before. He watched as you slid your dress up over your thighs, the mound of your pubic bone visible through the tight fabric of your underwear. Your hand slid under your panties just as it did the night before, your core throbbing at the thought of chasing another release.
Steve made a rash decision. He stepped out of the shadows, suddenly not caring if his sword clanked against his armor. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of him stepping towards you. You gasped, your hand flying from between your legs, scrambling to pull your dress down.
“S-sir, my apologies.” You stammered, your heart thumping against your chest. “I didn’t expect anyone to be out here.”
Steve didn’t speak as he crouched before you, his brown eyes even darker in the moonlight. You watched as he took off his gloves, tossing them on the ground beside you, his gaze not leaving yours. His hands reached up to his helmet, slowly removing the metal, his brown locks messily falling into place. You took in his appearance, your heart fluttering as you eyes trailed from his hair to his eyes, then down to the stubble above his top lip.
You sat frozen, the hem of your dress hastily tugged back over your thighs, your breath coming shallow. The heat from earlier still pulsed low in your belly, but the shame of getting caught by a knight tangled with it, pulling your strings tight.
His voice broke the silence.
“Do you come out here every night?”
You hesitated, your lips parted. Before you could stop yourself, you whispered: “No.”
Steve’s brow twitched. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t lie to me.”
You looked away, your fingers curling into the grass.
“I’ve seen you. Three nights now. Same path, same hour, same gown.” His voice was low, almost gentle, but there was a hint of something under it.
You said nothing, your heart pounding in your throat.
“So tell me.” He said, moving in a little closer. “What do you do out here, all alone?”
You opened your mouth, but no words came out.
Steve’s gaze dragged down your body, slow and heavy. “Do you just sit here and listen to the wind? Watch the moonlight on the water? Or do you do something else?” His voice dropped further, barely above a whisper. “Something you don’t want anyone else to see?”
Your lips parted in a soft gasp, and Steve saw the way your thighs pressed together instinctively. He leaned forward, bracing a hand on the ground between you, close enough that you could feel the heat of him even through the cool night air.
“I’m not here to punish you.” He said, his hands reaching to his sword belt, unfastening it and letting it clang to the ground beside him.
“Tell me what you do to yourself.” He said, his eyes fixed on yours. “Tell me how you touch yourself when you think no one is watching.”
You swallowed hard, your voice a shaky murmur. “I didn’t think anyone was watching.”
“I know.” He said, softer now. “That’s why I stayed hidden.”
His honesty burned. So did the way he looked at you, like you were something sacred and sinful.
“I just…” You started, your breath shaky. “I just needed.. something. I don’t know what.”
“Release.” Steve said, the word thick in his throat. “You wanted to feel good. Safe. You came out here all alone to fall apart where no one could see.”
Your face heated up, shame and arousal twisting in your gut.
“Do you do it slow?” He asked, his voice even softer, but a little rough around the edges. “Or quick, like you’re desperate?”
You shivered, your fingers twitching in the grass.
“Do you slip your hand under your panties like you did tonight?” He continued. “Or do you ride your palm through the fabric first? Work yourself up until you can’t take it anymore?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
But Steve leaned in, a little closer.
“You don’t have to hide from me. Not out here.” Steve whispered, so close that you could feel his breath panning over your face.
He reached out, slow and deliberate, and brushed a knuckle down your cheek.
“I can help you.” He said softly.
Your lips parted. “Sir…”
He crouched fully now, his knees falling to the grass. “Steve.” He said, offering his name.
“Steve.” You repeated softly, swallowing hard.
“Let me help you. Let me be the one who gives you what you need.”
You didn’t speak, but your silence said enough. His hand trailed from your cheek to the column of your throat, not pressing, just feeling.
“You don’t have to lie under this tree in the dark pretending like your fingers are enough.”
Your thighs squeezed together, your body betraying your hesitation. Steve noticed it, but he didn’t touch you there, not yet.
“If you let me touch you.. I can give you what your fingers can’t.” He paused, his breath catching like he was afraid to say it.
You swallowed hard, but your eyes burned hot and your chest tightened.
“I’m not sure..” Your voice cracked. “I don’t think that’s allowed.”
He froze. Your gaze dropped to your lap. “What if someone finds out? What if I’m— not pure anymore?”
Steve’s fingers stilled on your throat. You rushed to finish, your voice trembling.
“They say if a man breaks your maidenhead, you can’t take a proper husband. That you’re.. ruined.”
Steve was quiet for a long moment. Then gently, he reached for your jawline, cusping it softly in his fingers. “That’s conditioning.”
You looked at him, confused.
“That’s someone else’s voice in your head. Some priest or hag warning you that your body is only good if it’s untouched. That’s not the truth.”
He ran the back of his knuckles along your jaw.
“I don’t want your purity.” He said, his voice sharp and low. “I want your honesty. I want your heat.” He paused, his hand trailing for your neck downwards, his fingertips ghosting over your hardened nipples. You gasped, feeling your cheeks get hot at his touch.
“And I want you to look at me while you fall apart.”
You trembled, lips parting.
“If I touch you.” He continued. “You won’t be ruined. You’ll be mine.”
You blinked as his hand rose back to your throat, his fingers curling lightly into the sides of it to hold you in place. “Tell me what you think about when you lie in this grass. Tell me what you wish someone would do.”
Your thighs clenched again, your breath catching.
“Say it.” He whispered. “Say you want me to help. Say you want more than your own hand.”
You shuddered. You hesitated a moment before speaking: “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
Steve leaned in, his lips nearly brushing yours. “Good girl.”
He hovered his lips over yours, not closing the distance quite yet. His hands trailed from your throat to the back of your hand, winding his fingertips up in your locks.
“Now tell me, where do you want me?” He whispered, his breath hot on your mouth. You breathed shakily, letting your forehead fall against his. Your hand trembled as you grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand from your hair, and directing it downward. You let his hand ghost down your body, from your chest to your soft belly, and down further, below the hem of your dress. You slid his hand beneath your gown, trailing it up your knee, up your thigh, towards your bundle of heat that felt like it was seconds from catching on fire.
You swallowed hard and furrowed your eyebrows as his hand pressed against your mound. You flattened his fingers against your lips, the heat radiating through the thin fabric of your undergarment.
“Here.” You whispered. Steve’s brows furrowed, his tongue gliding over his lips.
Steve regained control of his hand, and gently ran his fingers against your clothed slit, rubbing it up and down, your wetness collecting through the thin fabric. You gasped, your head tilting back at the newfound sensation. Your hands came up to grab his shoulders. Steve lowered his mouth to the front of your neck, leaving an opened mouth kiss there as he used his free hand to gently lean you back, letting you lay flat against the Earth.
“You should’ve known someone would find you eventually.” He murmured. His hand between your legs worked more intensely, your hips bucking at the sudden pressure added to your clit.
“I bet this is what you wanted. Wanted someone to find you, wanted someone to take care of you.” Steve said further. His hand suddenly stopped at your core, a heavy sigh falling from your lips at the lack of pressure.
You watched as Steve lowered himself away from your throat, his body settling between your legs. The metal of his armor was cold against your bare skin, making you jolt and whine. Steve leaned down, his hands reaching up to push your gown up over your belly. You watched through hooded eyes as his fingers looped under the waistband of your underwear, then slowly dragged them down the flesh of your thighs. His gaze left yours, settling on your folds. They glistened with arousal under the moonlight, a sigh falling from his lips.
“So pretty and wet for me.” He murmured.
You watched as he lowered his face to your core and pressed a soft kiss to your folds. Your fingers gripped the grass beneath them, your lower back rocking, trying to get him closer.
“Patience, sweet girl.” He said. One arm looped underneath your leg, and the other snaked up to your pussy. With his forefinger, he tested the waters, dragging the pad of it up your folds, collecting some of your arousal.
You inhaled sharply, then tilted your head to the side to fall against your shoulder.
Steve lowered his mouth to your clit, his tongue prodding at the nub in flicks, his finger working in stripes against your labia.
“Oh my.” You breathed out suddenly, your lower abdomen clenching tight at the sensation. You were extremely sensitive, much more sensitive than you’d ever been for yourself. The feeling was heightened when it wasn’t your own touch, and you knew it wasn’t going to take you long to find your release.
Steve vibrated a groan against your folds, pulling away to allow his finger to trail up to your clit. He began working soft circles, your thighs trying to clench around him. He propped himself up on his elbow to utilize his other hand. His other forefinger found its way to your entrance, the tip prodding gently at it.
“Have you ever been inside?” Steve asked, watching as your brows furrowed hard in pleasure. You shook your head, your breaths falling in sharp inhales and exhales.
“I’ll take it slow. It might feel strange at first.” Steve warned you, then watched your reaction as he slipped his finger inside, your walls only resisting for a moment. He used his other thumb to keep circling around your clit. Your thighs began to tremble beside him, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer with his finger curling up inside you.
“How does it feel?” Steve asked, his finger working with expertise below your waist.
He must’ve had lots of practice, and the thought sent a pang of jealousy through you, but the feeling soon dissipated when his fingertip curled up into the spongy flesh of your g spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your lower half.
You were so focused on the way his fingers felt on you to answer his question, but you let out a shaky moan instead, which answered his question enough.
Steve’s fingers worked faster, and the pleasure was climbing. You could feel the muscles in your abdomen beginning to tighten, and your legs were beginning to tremble from the pressure. Steve added another finger, slipping into you with ease. You whined at the added fullness, and your hands gripped tighter on the grass beneath you.
“That’s it.” Steve assured you, his mouth coming down to plant a kiss on your pubic bone.
Your breath caught in your throat as your orgasm hit you, your walls clamping down on Steve’s fingers, and your legs vibrating beside him. Your vision went white as you tipped your head back, your mouth parting unknowingly. It was unlike any release you’d given yourself.
Steve watched you with hungry eyes, his fingers not slowing down as he worked you through your climax.
“So pretty when you come..” Steve muttered. He almost sounded muffled, as your hearing was still fuzzy from your orgasm.
Steve fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your pussy now almost dripping from arousal and your come. You gawked down at him, watching as he pulled his glistening fingers away from your folds and reached up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them. You watched as he hummed as he tasted your release. Your chest heaved in pants, Steve’s eyes falling to your nipples.
“How do you feel?” He asked, lowering himself down, his mouth hovering over yours. You could smell yourself on his breath, and that sent a pulse of arousal through your core.
“Amazing.” You breathed out, then closed the distance between your mouths. You kissed him deeply, your hands reaching up behind his head and into his curls.
He hummed into your mouth and kissed you back. He hovered above you, holding himself up with one arm, while his other slid down to the front of his pants, palming his erection through the fabric. He grunted as you rocked your hips up into his and whined into his mouth.
He pulled away, licking his lips as he gazed into your eyes. You broke eye contact and let your gaze fall to where his hand was holding his erection. You glided your top teeth over your bottom lip and dragged your hand from his neck and down his chest, and to his hand. You followed his actions and palmed his bulge with him, his brows taut.
“You feel that?” He asked, rocking his hips into your hand. “That’s all for you, sweet girl.”
You stared up at him in admiration, watching how his swollen lips parted in pleasure. Steve stopped your hand and stood up, his armor suddenly feeling like a thousand pounds. He held your gaze as his hands moved to the buckles at his sides, unfastening them. One by one, he undid the clasps, and let his chest plate fall to the ground, then the pauldrons from his shoulders. His body revealed itself, his muscular arms catching the moonlight.
He didn’t speak as he stripped off the last of his armor. He looked less like a knight now and more untamed. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and stepped back towards you, his dark colored tunic on display. You sat up and pushed yourself up to stand, placing your hands on his chest. You ran them upwards, feeling his shoulders and his neck, his warmth radiating into your skin now without the armor to block it. Then your hands journeyed downward, grabbing the hem of his tunic, pulling it upwards. Steve helped you pull it over his head, revealing his toned chest. You ran your fingers from his belly up to his chest, running across the hair there. You planted a kiss to his chest, then trailed up to his neck, placing an open mouthed kiss below his ear. His hands wrapped around you, kneading into the soft flesh of your waist.
You ran your hand from his chest back down his front to his crotch, your fingers closing over his bulge that was now straining against his pants. You palmed him, his hips bucking into your hand, his mouth falling open as you kissed his jaw.
“Y-you sure you haven’t done this before?” He breathed out, his eyes closing in pleasure.
You fought back a grin and kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, kissing you passionately, his lips dancing against yours. His hand moved from your waist to your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. His hand moved to the straps of your nightgown, pulling them off your shoulders, then pulled away from your kiss to tug the gown down your body, revealing your bare skin to him. His gaze fell to your bare breasts, your nipples pebbled, and goosebumps littering your skin in the cold night air.
Steve took your breasts in his hands, gently massaging them as he kissed you again, this time his tongue sliding into your mouth. He pressed his front against you, his erection rubbing against your belly. You whimpered, clenching your thighs together.
Steve pulled away again, his breath fanning over your lips in pants. “Need you to lay down.”
You obeyed, and laid back down in the grass, propping yourself up on your elbows to look up at him. You were suddenly overly aware of how naked you were. You could feel the cold nipping at the soft skin of your belly and breasts. Steve watched your body as he removed his shoes, then his pants and undergarments, his cock springing free.
He was big, bigger than you thought he’d be. This wasn’t your first time seeing a penis, but it was your first time seeing one like this, one that was so erect and leaking from its angry tip. Steve’s hand dropped to haphazardly stroke himself, then he lowered to his knees. He hovered over you, his warmth relieving you from the cold air.
“Want to fuck you now.” Steve said, not sugar coating his words. His hand left his cock and dropped to your folds, your pussy still soaked. His fingertip found your hole, and you held onto his shoulder as he slid his finger into you, testing to see if you were still ready for him. You moaned as he pumped his finger in and out of you for a few seconds before adding another, your walls stretching intoxicatingly around him. It didn’t take long for your walls to readjust to his intrusion.
You were nervous, scared even, but you were too aroused and enamored to change your mind about this. This was everything you’d ever fantasized about. The whole situation was taboo, something you never thought would happen during your time, but here you were, giving yourself up to a night guard.
Steve leaned back a bit and guided his cock to your pussy, his tip brushing against your folds, collecting some of your arousal. Your breath hitched when it glided over your clit, as it was still sensitive from your orgasm.
Steve’s mouth dropped to your breast, taking your nipple is his mouth, sucking on it gently, before moving to the other. He was obsessed with your tits, and suddenly the thought of knocking you up crossed his mind. His cock twitched in his hand at the thought of your belly swollen with his child, your breasts swollen and full of milk. He groaned into the flesh of your chest, the tip of his dick notching at your entrance. A gasp fell from your lips, and your hands wound themselves in his hair.
“Going to stretch you so much.” Steve muttered as he stared up at you with hooded eyes.
He’d put this off long enough. His tip was sensitive and angry, the precum dripping down his shaft now. You whimpered as you felt him press harder into your entrance, not quite pushing himself in yet.
“Please.” You breathed out. Steve gawked up at you, your voice not only surprising him, but also yourself. You were aching for him.
At this point the furthest thing from your mind was losing your purity. You didn’t care if it was about to hurt, and you didn’t care if you bled. You were entirely consumed by the want to feel every inch of him inside of you, and the anticipation was killing you.
“It’ll only hurt a bit, sweet girl.” Steve reassured you.
With those words, Steve pushed into you slowly, his tip breaching your hole. He entered you with ease, your hole swallowing up the first inch of him. You gasped at the new sensation. He stayed there, slowly moving the head of him in and out of you, testing your stretch. You were more than ready for him, your walls not even attempting to squeeze him out.
“Taking me so well.” Steve muttered, his gaze falling to where he was entering you.
He pushed himself further, sheathing himself another couple inches. The stretch was consuming you. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as you had expected. If anything, you were obsessed with the feeling of him splitting you open, marking you as his.
Steve rocked his hips against yours, pushing the rest of his length inside of you. You let out a strangled moan and dug your fingertips into his biceps. Another gasp left you as Steve brought his thumb up to your clit, ghosting the softest of circles to it. Your thighs involuntarily jolted at the added sensation, your walls clamping down on his cock.
“That’s it.” Steve spoke, then leaned down to place a hot kiss to your neck, dragging his lips downward to your collarbone, where his teeth grazed the heat of your skin.
You whined as he picked up the pace slightly, his strokes now a slow, but consistent pace. You could feel his length reaching a depth that you’d never felt before. His length curled up, hitting your g spot perfectly.
The sound was pornographic— you were soaking wet, the sound of his length sliding in and out of you was a sound that permeated the air and made your muscles clench. He was moving even faster now, his tempo hitting you deeply, and you knew there was no chance you wouldn’t bleed from this.
“Can’t get enough of you.” Steve panted. He hovered lower now, the heat from his chest radiating down into yours, his breath hot against your neck.
You reached up to his scalp, tugging on his brown locks. He whined into your skin, then trailed his mouth upward to yours, meeting your lips in a heated kiss. He grunted into your mouth, his thrusts becoming harder and more frequent.
“Oh my god.” You said against his lips, your eyes beginning to roll back. His hand was now at your nipple, pinching and flicking it softly.
Perhaps tonight would be the night he’d put a baby in you. Then you would truly be his. He imagined coming home from patrol to you and his child, a hot meal waiting for him at the stove. He pictured you waiting for him in your shared bed, your beautiful bare body on display for him, waiting to add another member to your family.
His thoughts went straight to his core, and he could feel his release creeping up on him. His thrusts were becoming choppier and slower. He could feel his balls tightening as it drew near, and he imagined how intoxicatingly you’d look with his seed dripping from your folds.
“Going to fill you so full.” Steve muttered, sweat beading on his forehead.
Your head tipped back, you breath catching in your throat. Your body was hyper aware of everything. How hard your nipples were in the night air, how your tits bounced with every thrust. You felt his body heat transferring to your skin, his chest hair tickling the soft flesh of your breasts.
“Please.” You muttered again, your tone strangled and exasperated.
“Fuck.” Steve grunted, his release hitting him hard.
He shot hot spurts deep inside of you, and selfishly thrusted as deep as he could. You whimpered under him, feeling his cock beginning to soften inside of you. He kept himself nestled inside of you, plugging you full of his seed. He needed this to be the moment he fucked his child into you.
Steve stayed above you, lowering to lay on you, but making sure he still held himself up enough as to not put his full weight on you.
His hips rested between your thighs. The rise and fall of his chest brushed against your collarbone in even waves. His nose was buried in the crook of your neck, lips parted, and his skin damp where sweat had gathered.
One of his hands was braced by your head, fingers buried in the grass. You didn’t know if he was holding you close or holding you down, but it really didn’t matter to you.
He finally stirred, just slightly. His hips shifted, cock nudging deeper, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat.
“You’re still tight.” He murmured against your skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Still holding me so close.”
You bit your lip, your skin flushed from head to toe. He still refused to pull out, like he belonged there now. Steve leaned back just enough to look at you. His hair was messy, a curl falling over his brow.
“You feel that?” He asked quietly, a hand sliding up your side. “I’m still inside you, still filling you.”
You nodded, unable to speak. He dipped his head low, kissing the hollow of your throat, soft and slow.
“I don’t want to leave.” He said into your skin. “Not yet.”
His hips pressed forward again, and your walls throbbed around him.
“I’ll keep your secret.” He said after a while, barely above a whisper. “But don’t expect me to stay away after this. I won’t.”
And with the moonlight bleeding through the trees, illuminating the beads of sweat on your skin, Steve moved again, not with urgency, but with slow need. You realized there was nothing you wanted more than for Steve to take you again, again, and again.
