ok so what about this, reader and steve have been together for a while and they’ve been married for about a year or two and steve is eager to start a family. like dude has been dropping hints and everything thinking he’s being smooth about it but honestly it’s so obvious and it’s quite amusing to see what he has to say and stuff just because it’s so poorly hidden but reader keeps acting oblivious just to mess with him. then around christmas after the hints had been going on for months, reader decides to put him out of his misery. she gives him a gift that basically is like a greenlight to try for a baby and then steve is all over her. then it’s practically pure filth, i’m talking breeding kink steve who’s being so sweet and saying the dirtiest things.
HEARD LOUD AND CLEAR. i was already writing something very similar to this so you read my mind. i will say i got stuck on part of the smut, however im really hoping i did it justice.
oblivious - steve harrington x fem!reader
summary. after months of obvious hints from your husband steve, you finally greenlight having kids with him christmas morning
content warnings. smut nsfw, steve with a crazy breeding kink (everyone act surprised), dirty talk, daddy kink kinda sorta (??), fingering, oral (f!receiving), begging, brief dry humping, slight cum play, unprotected sex. not proofread so sorry
word count. 2941
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steve had a firm hold on your hip as he guides you towards the busy coffee shop in town. it was late september, the air was beginning to cool down, and everyone seemed to have the same idea you had: a warm cup of coffee. you pleaded with him to make a quick stop before a long day of errand running. he always had a hard time telling you no, especially when you pulled out those round doe eyes you used when you really wanted something. his hand stayed on your hip while you got into line. it slipped right beneath the hem of your thin sweater, and you could feel the cool metal of his wedding band against your soft skin.
what stole your attention from the feeling was a stroller that was sat at an occupied table. the baby girl was curiously looking at all of the people around her, her bright eyes found yours, her gummy smile making your chest tighten. steve looked over right as you smiled back, wiggling your fingers at her. you could faintly hear her giggles through the chattering of the building. her feet kicked out in excitement at your kindness. steve was dizzy.
he was always certain he wanted kids. having them with you was his dream. despite being married for around a year now, you two were waiting for the right time to start trying. you were waiting for that pin drop, that ache in the chest you couldn't quite shake. the stars seemed to align then for him, just like he knew they would. there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he was ready to have kids.
"you're always so good with kids," steve whispers into your ear. he tugs you closer as you take a few steps forward in line. when you turned your head to take a look at him, he had the same kind of pleading eyes you wore earlier. now it was your turn to become lightheaded. how could you not be when his fingers were dancing up your waist? your lips met his in a gentle kiss, just moments before stepping up to the counter to order.
you noticed, a few weeks after his comment at the coffee shop, that steve seemed to draw more attention torwards having kids. subtle was never a word you'd use to describe him, though this was next level obvious, even for him. you were searching a costume store for something to wear for halloween, something he always insisted on doing with you. every year, without fail, you've done a couples costume. and, as corny as you thought it was, you found it even more endearing.
out of the corner of your eye, you saw the way he slowed his footsteps, eyes falling on a section you'd never thought about stopping at. you rounded back to him, your own eyes falling on exactly what caught his eye. it was a pumpkin costume, sat right alongside a few other baby costumes. you saw that same twinkle in his eye as before. biting back a smile, you grab ahold of his bicep, giving his muscle a gentle squeeze.
“that might be a little too small for you, sweetheart,” you comment quietly. he let out a short, breathy laugh, somehow prying his eyes away so he could look at you. steve’s lips brush against your hairline, pressing a gentle kiss there. you could feel the faint outline of his smile.
“i could make it work.”
whether he realizes it or not, that yearn steve has to have kids shines through during sex. you could see it in the way his hot breath stuttered against your bare back, lips just grazing your shoulder blade. his fingertips dug into your hip to ground himself in the moment. his hips halted it’s slow drag against the swell of your ass, just to pull away and tug off his boxers. glancing past your shoulder, you could see the crease between his eyebrows deepening. his hands felt heavy reaching over to his nightstand to unwrap a condom.
part of you wanted to speak up, whisper that it was okay. that he didn’t need to wear one. that you were ready. he was back on top of you before you could form any coherent words, weight pressing against you, thick arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up and steady. he made sure you couldn’t get anything but his name out for the rest of the night.
the tipping point, for you, was in late november. you were sat on your knees, the hardwood floor digging into your bare skin. you were wrapping up a birthday gift for steve’s little cousin who was about to turn 5. it was a small lego set you knew the kid would love to build. steve found his way into the living room sometime while you were wrapping and decided to sit next to you on the floor. despite your focus being on the toy, his was on you. hazel eyes gazed at your concentrated expression, not caring if you noticed. he had a habit of doing this.
“what’s on your mind, hon?” you ask in a soft tone. even if you didn’t look over, you knew he was staring. you could feel his thoughts ready to burst out of his mouth.
“nothing,” he shrugs, voice just above a whisper. “just always liked the idea of helping kiddos build legos. it seems fun.”
“do you want a set for yourself for christmas?” you ask, lips quirking up into a smile. he lets out a scoff, though not mean.
“‘s not the same.”
it felt cruel dragging him along much longer, despite his refusal to just admit he was ready to have kids. later that week, after you attended the party and watched the excitement his cousin had at the sight of the gift, you found yourself in search of another lego set. it was simple, a starter pack, a few little lego people to go with it, but it was enough.
you promised each other you’d only buy five gifts this year, no more. steve always felt the need to shower you in gifts, and you, even after you thought you were done, would always find something extra you couldn’t resist giving him. it was beginning to be absurd. you reckoned, however, one small sixth gift wouldn’t hurt.
you wrapped it in simple red and green paper, a neat gold bow tied right around it. and, despite steve’s grumpiness when you handed it to him just a few short days before christmas, his eyes were round with adoration at your wrapping job. it was hard to stay upset with you, though, not when you were looking at him so excitedly. when he gave in and unwrapped the gift, his mind seemed to stall. his perfect lips parted as he stares, fingers grasping ahold of the box, tracing the length of it.
“sweetheart,” steve started cautiously. he was trying his hardest not to come off as ungrateful or harsh. “it’s nice, but i really did mean what i said.”
“i know,” you nodded, a smile creeping up on your face. when he turned his head to look at you, lips still parted, it still hadn’t quite hit him.
“it’s for when you do have someone to build it with,” you urged. “ya know, when the time comes.”
“are you pregnant?” his eyes grow wide, hand flying up to grab your elbow with care. you giggle at his suddenness, eyes staring at him through your eyelashes.
“no, i’m not pregnant,” you shake your head.
“oh.”
you could see the disappointment starting to settle in his face, despite him fighting it. there was no need to make you feel bad for something you couldn’t control. for something you both were actively preventing. when his eyes flickered between the lego set and you once more, it began to settle. his head found where yours had been this entire time. the look on your face as you waited patiently for him to catch on was now unmistakable.
“we’re doing this?” steve asked, eyes finding its light again.
“yeah, we’re doing this,” you confirm, smile widening.
that’s how you ended up beneath him, fingers desperately tugging at the hem of his old, loose shirt. he pried his lips off yours just to let you tug it off. heat radiated off of him and sunk into your skin, much like the grip his fingers had on you hip as he tilted it upwards just slightly. he slipped your little shorts off swiftly, like many times before, leaving you in the cutest pair of panties you knew he loved. as excited as he was, his touch didn’t feel rushed. he always found it in himself to slow down, even for just a second.
steve’s thumb pressed right against your core, feeling the stickiness of your arousal begin to form against the cotton. he pushed in just enough for you to feel the tip of his thumb prod against your opening. he engulfed your quiet gasp with his lips when he inevitably traveled up to your clit. he eased your eagerness by rubbing a small circle against it, welcoming the way your hips tilt to meet his touch. it was bordering teasing the way he was touching you. small circles, just the gentlest of pressure, lips slowing down to contrast how he was kissing you before.
he could tell by the way your nails dug into his freckled shoulder you were getting restless, needy. he gave in to your need, moving to tug off your shirt, thumb abandoning your desperate heat. it wasn’t long before your soaked panties we’re abandoned with the rest of your clothes, fluttering down to rest on top of his shirt. his large hands gently spread your thighs apart.
“so perfect,” he mumbled, settling himself between your legs.
steve’s lips met your clit in tender kiss, one that sent chills up your spine. he placed another kiss just below your clit. it was one after another through your folds until he met your dripping hole, placing a kiss there, too. his warm tongue began collecting your arousal, licking gently, before smoothing up until he met your clit again. his thick fingers were dancing against the bare skin of your thighs as he began working at your clit. careful kisses and small, precise swirls of his tongue were what drew out your whimpers.
your fingers moved down to dance against his forehead, pushing his perfect hair out of his eyes. he seemed concentrated regardless, that little line between his eyebrows visible. when you began scratching at his scalp, hips tilting up again to meet his mouth, his big brown eyes finally drew up to your face. his lips wrapped around your clit in an instant, sucking softly, just how you like it. it was enough for you to rest you hips back down against the bed now that you’d gotten what you were looking for.
you were coming quicker than you could process. his hand found its way to your lower back as it arches off the bed, hole fluttering around nothing. all you could focus on was how his lips felt on your clit, sucking gently, tongue swirling around with ease. your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers tugging tighter against his roots. you let out a desperate moan when he pulled away, though he found a way to sedate your neediness quickly. your eyes opened in enough time to realize his boxers were finally free, one of his large hands stroking his thick length slow and steady.
“gonna take me so good, aren’t you, honey?” he whispers out to you, crawling up your body, face hovering right above yours.
you let out a weak ‘uh-huh’, hands resting against his cheeks, before pulling him into a kiss. your legs parted further to welcome his body, soft thighs pressed against his hips. steve’s tender kisses and his soothing touches were never enough to prepare you for how thick his cock is. it was always a big stretch, dizzying you even in the slowest of movements. he cradled your hip, thumb swiping against your skin, grounding you in the moment as he finally pushes himself all the way in.
his thrusts were slow at first, pulling out only halfway before his cock settled deep inside of you again. it was the only way you could truly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. still, he was coaxing moans out of you, swallowing them up with every kiss he gave to your lips. once it became easier for you to take him, you knew you were a goner. his lips moved to your jawline, hands adjusting your thighs just slightly to give himself better access. his rhythm steadily got faster, beginning to press a little harder inside of you.
“so beautiful,” he mumbles against your hot skin, lips pressing wet kisses to your neck. “can’t even imagine how beautiful you’ll be as a mom.”
his words took your breath away, though the way his cock was pushing inside of you wasn’t helping you all too much. you hadn’t quite realized how ready you were to have kids until now. steve’s hand found its way back to your clit, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts. his eyes fell down your body, flickering between the way your round tits bounced and the slick connection further below it. the coarse hair on his tummy was covered in your arousal.
you were close, and he could feel it. he could feel it in the way you clenched down on his cock and how you held onto him tighter. your eyes were falling closed, too, hardly able to look up at him when his eyes finally found yours. already so sensitive from your first orgasm, it was no surprise your second came barreling towards you.
“cum for me honey,” steve nods. “can feel her begging for it.”
a broken moan left your mouth at his words. with your tear brimmed eyes still on his, you came around his cock. it hit you harder than expected, thighs shaking around his body, letting it all wash over you. you were savoring every last moment of tonight. steve kept going through your orgasm, cock piercing you at a pace you couldn’t keep steady even if you tried. thankfully, he had ahold of you, letting you take everything he had to give without having to move a muscle.
“tell me you want my cum,” he breathes out. “please, need to hear it.”
“wan’you to cum inside me,” you moan, embarrassment creeping up on you at how dirty it sounded coming out of your mouth. “wanna have your kids more than anything.”
his hips were snapping into yours, chasing a release he knew would hit him soon, especially with how beautiful you looked underneath him. he swore there was something different with how you looked tonight. the dim lights were hitting the thin layer of sweat on you just right, perhaps, or he was simply awestruck that you were finally doing this.
“you’re gonna be such a good daddy,” you praise between whines.
steve’s orgasm was instantaneous. his face fell to the crook of your neck, a few high pitched moans slipping from his mouth you’ve only heard from him a few times before. something once stemming from overstimulation seemed to release from him at your words. he was rutting into you now as he fills you to the brim with his cum, punching it into you deeper with each movement. he slowed to a stop when his brain finally caught up, feeling the way one of your hands was stroking the back of his head, the other clinging to him for dear life.
he knew you were sensitive, he could see it in the way your eyebrows knitted together when he finally pried his head out of you neck, your forehead creasing as you try to even your breathing. your nails were digging right into his arm as he pulled out, chests moving against each other, hot air mixing together. you could feel the way his thick cum began pooling out of your pussy. before it dribbled down too far, two of steve’s fingers scooped it right up, gently pushing it right back inside of you. you sucked in a deep breath as his fingers dove deep inside you. his forehead fell to yours, eyes never leaving each other. you could still see, however, the deep blush that was permanently settled on his face.
“i know,” he whispered shakily. “i know sweetheart, just gotta take it, okay? gotta make sure it sticks.”
you nodded, sharp whines falling from your lips with every short stroke of his fingers, eyes pleading up at him. what you were pleading for, you weren’t too sure. a break, a kiss, more of his cum, just something to ease the electricity under your skin. you found yourself rocking against his fingers regardless. an airy chuckle fell from his lips.
“needy girl,” he mumbled, giving in and letting you lazily chase your third high. he gave you the sweetest of praises even after you came again.
steve seemed extra careful with how he took care of you afterwards. you didn’t question it, he always had a knack for just knowing what you needed, though you had the feeling it was because he was hopeful. hopeful for the future. hopeful that, soon, he wouldn’t just be taking care of you. you fell asleep in his arms, warm and protected, head resting against his steady chest.
finally - when you surprise steve with a kiss, he practically begs you to be his girlfriend.
love and passion - desperate rutting turns into slow, passionate sex between you and steve. smut
shoots and scoops - after steve boldly starts flirting with you - his old classmate - at scoops ahoy, you take the opportunity and run with it. smut, requested
ease into - steve being the first person to ever eat you out. smut, requested
tipsy and touchy - steve finds himself a bit drunk and uncomfortably horny with you in his lap, and you decide to help him out when your friends leave. smut
cassettes and conversations - when you snag a cassette tape of a new album dustin’s been looking forward to, all steve can think about is how lucky he got with you as his girlfriend. requested
a certified pain - three times you and steve get into an argument, and the one time he kisses you about it instead.
a little easier - healings a long and difficult process, but having someone like steve around makes it all a little more manageable.
oblivious - after months of obvious hints from your husband steve, you finally greenlight having kids with him christmas morning. smut, requested
nosey - steve’s always been a quick learner. he proves that once again when he finds your vibrator stashed in your nightstand. smut, requested
| blurbs | <1k
shower sex - steve asks to join y/n in the shower knowing full well they’d use up all the hot water before they even get to bathing. smut
support - when with with your friends at a local diner, you see your ex boyfriend out with a new girl not even two weeks after the breakup. luckily, steve’s there to support you.
desperate - making out and dry humping with steve. smut
scratch marks - robin and dustin tease steve for the scratch marks you gave him.
your eyes were focused on the way your sticky arousal was smeared against jacks thighs. it glistened with every thrust underneath the warm light of the lamp. you were panting at the sight, nails clawing at his freckled shoulder blades. the patch of hair trailing down to his thick cock was matted with your wetness.
what brought your eyes away from the sight was the feeling of his large hand cupping the side of your face, forcing your head to tilt up towards him. your lidded eyes met his, catching the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. his head tilted to the side just slightly, his hips snapping down against yours a little harsh. a reminder of who was in control.
“what did i say?” your mind went blank. your lips parted as you stare up at him. his hips snapped down again.
“eyes on me, babygirl,” he reminded.
you nodded quickly, letting his lips meet yours in a brief, breathtaking kiss. his hand drifted down to your throat, tightening against your pulse points, just tight enough to make you dizzy with pleasure. jack wanted to make sure he saw you unravel underneath him.
summary. steve finds himself a bit drunk and uncomfortably horny with you in his lap, and you decide to help him out when your friends leave
content warnings. smut 18+ mdni, alcohol consumption on both ends, intoxicated sexual acts (consensual), oral (m!receiving, sloppy head), brief handjob, alludes to fingering (f!receiving), praise, steve being needy and whiny, finger sucking, slight oral fixation (i can’t help myself), probably way too much spit, established relationship, pet names (honey, babygirl), r in a skirt
word count. 2731
a/n. not proofread cause when is my work ever. also the first few paragraphs have been sitting in my drafts for like a year or two now so it’s finally seeing the light
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low music played inside of steve’s house, his radio on the first station he’d tuned into that sounded half decent. a bottle of wine and whiskey were open on the island in his parents kitchen, glasses out with it. it’s weird that his house parties turned into this over the years - low music, very few friends, minimal mess, and just enough alcohol to get everyone where they wanted to be. 3 years ago, steve would’ve never hosted something like this.
it never took long for him to feel a buzz rattling inside of his brain, making the alcohol running through his body known. he was sat comfortably in his armchair, his legs spread in his slightly too tight jeans. it was a perfect fit for you.
with a slight stumble in your walk, you gently slid into the chair with him, perfectly rested against him. with a strong arm wrapped around your waist protectively, the smell of his cologne engulfed you, a slight scent of whiskey mixing with it. his body was warm, and his touch was firm.
steve’s stubbly chin brushes against your neck, lips attaching to your skin there for a gentle kiss. in his tipsy haze, he finds his hand wandering up the side of your shirt. his fingertips brushed against your bare skin, sending chills down your spine. he was slow with the way he dragged his lips up the column of your throat, leaving slightly-too-wet kisses in its wake.
it wasn’t until his lips kissed underneath your jaw that you realized steve was in search of your lips. your hand was quick to find the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair on instinct, guiding the man’s face to yours.
“jesus christ get a room!” robin exclaimed, groaning as she walks past the two of you cozied up in the recliner. your boyfriend let out a little huff as he releases the desperate kiss. steve’s hand lingered on your skin for a few moments, before reluctantly moving it, smoothing your shirt back down in place. his soft lips found his way back to yours briefly, gently kissing away the cute little pout you grew.
you decided it was best for you to get up, wiggling slightly in your place as you grasp steve’s toned bicep for leverage. one of his large hands caught your hip before you could pull away, eyes wide as he stares up at you. he drags you down into his lap again without a word, safely securing you back into place. you kept your hand firmly placed on his bicep while your eyebrows knit together at him. all steve did was adjust you a little, letting your thigh brush against his aching, half hard cock through his jeans.
your eyes wandered down at the feeling, catching glimpse of his prominent bulge pressed against you. it was difficult for him to contain when he wasn’t hard, let alone when he was. his fitted blue jeans never leave anything for the imagination. it was no use trying to contain your giggles, the cute noise slipping from your lips without meaning to.
“poor baby,” you teased in whisper, a small, playful pout on your lips as you look back up into his eyes. steve’s grip on your hip tightens for a few moments, a daring glint in his eyes. your fingers comb through his hair, feeling him readjust beneath you again. you lean in to his ear, placing a warm, slow kiss beneath it before you briefly continued your teasing. “so worked up.”
you placed another warm, chaste kiss below his ear, pulling away the moment you heard robin come back out into the living room. steve’s eyelids were a little hooded now, fluttering down at you as he thinks. another shift of his hips tells you that your teasing is working, his heavy erection pressing against your thigh again. it was a friction he was so desperate for, yet didn’t mean to find. you watched as he swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing with it.
“only cause you’re a tease,” steve whispered back, a slight desperation clinging to his voice. if he wasn’t hosting your friends, he’d take you right then and there. “can’t help myself around you.”
you cooed at his words, the hand at his steadying at the back of his neck, fingers toying with the baby hairs as you lean in close. your soft, gentle lips press against his in another kiss, this time a lot shorter. steve would complain if he knew robin wouldn’t make a sly comment again. instead, he settled on smoothing his hand up a little to your waist, fingertips tracing small patterns over your shirt.
neither of you seemed to notice how late it’d gotten until jonathan started shuffling around the living room in search of nancy’s shoes, who seemed not at all bothered by finding them. instead, she had her face in her palms, body a little slack from the alcohol. robin was fumbling with her own shoes, somehow managing them on.
“we’re gonna head out, man,” jonathan spoke, breaking steve’s trance on you. he handed nancy her shoes before he slipped on his own. “nance needs to lie down and i think robin might throw up if she has to looks at you guys for any longer.”
robin started to grumble as she pushes herself off of the couch, balancing upright the best she could manage, before pointing at the two of you. “you two are a bunch of horndogs. not to mention i was having a great conversation with y/n before you went and stole her.”
she was swaying in place a little as she spoke, putting extra emphasis on her words to get her point across. steve, however, couldn’t pretend to care even if he tried. he just shrugged robin off, hand swatting her away, even though she was across the room. jonathan helped nancy to her feet, letting the girl lean against him just slightly as they started to walk towards the door, all three waving goodbye.
“thanks for having us!” nancy said, smiling proudly as the other two follow suit in agreeing. you gave them a small wave and a grin, still perched up on steve’s lap cheerfully.
“‘course,” steve told them, watching as they stumble through the door. he pointed at jonathan with a fake sternness. “get them home safe.”
that was the last of the conversation before the front door clicked shut. all steve did was mumble a small ‘thank god’ before his mouth was on your neck again, kissing at it in a wet desperation for your warmth. the hand that wasn’t cradling the back of steve’s head found its way to his broad chest, shifting yourself slightly, facing towards him a little better now that you weren’t attempting to hide his bulge.
“baby,” you whisper, drawing him away from your neck to speak to him. he let you guide him, faces inches apart as you spoke to the boy. steve was always eager for you, though it was much was when he was drunk. he clung to you tighter, searched for your warmth a lot more. “let me take care of you.”
steve nodded quickly at your words, eyebrows knitted together as he tries to figure out his next move. while his mind went to your small skirt and what was hidden underneath, your mind went elsewhere. before he could do or say anything, you slowly slide off his lap, finding your place on the floor, knees pressed against the hardwood as you wedged your way between his still parted legs.
your hands found his thighs quickly in attempts to steady yourself, a little more drunk than you thought you were. your hands were slow and more precise with their next move, sliding gently up towards his large bulge. your fingers found it first, tracing his length, feeling him twitch beneath your touch. next was your palm, solid and warm as you rub against him. steve let out a choked gasp at your movements, hands gripping the armrests to ground himself.
he was so zoned in to the moment, into the warmth of your hands, that it took him a long few seconds to notice you fumbling with his belt. you had that cute little pout on your face again as you struggle slightly, eventually figuring it out on your own. one of steve’s hands found yours, gripping them both and steadying them. your eyes went wide the moment he stopped you, head snapping up to look at him. before you could overthink it or ask if you’d done something wrong, steve spoke instead.
“you sure, honey?” he croaked, looking down at you for reassurance. you were quick to nod.
“yeah, so sure,” you hummed, grasping at the hand he had down at yours. you brought his knuckles to your lips, pressing slightly sloppy kisses to his skin, staring up at him through your eyelashes. you pressed one firm kiss on his palm before your focus returned to his blue jeans, tugging them and his boxers down just enough for his aching cock to release and sit comfortably.
a pleased hum rumbled in your chest at the sight of his leaky cock, spit dribbling from your lips right after, falling into your palm. all steve could do was stare down at you admiringly, hand reaching to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as you get to work. you were as precise with your movements as you could be, hand finding its way to his tip, gripping slightly, before slowly dragging your hand down his length. your hand settled at the base of his cock, gripping a little tighter now, giving yourself time to admire how pretty it looked covered in your spit and his precum.
you used your other hand to push up the hem of his shirt slightly, revealing his soft tummy and the perfect happy trail. you watched as his stomach tensed slightly, cock twitching in your hand right along with it. you finally began stroking him properly, a little sloppy, still slow. steve’s lips had a permanent part to them as you felt him, low gasps and whimpers pushing past them at every perfect upwards flick of your wrist. his drink was long forgotten on the side table next to the chair, all of his focus still on you.
he watched you lean in further, your hand steadying its pace, mouth hovering just barely over the tip of his cock. steve couldn’t help but drag his hand to the back of your head, gently cradling it in anticipation. when your soft lips finally met his tip he couldn’t stop a small gasp from exiting his mouth. you left gentle kisses down the underside of his heavy shaft, staring up at him the entire time. you licked your way back up with a flat tongue, slowly finding your back to his leaky tip, swirling around it teasingly.
as much as steve wanted your mouth on him, to rest inside of your warm, wet mouth, he still waited, as patient as ever. you were gorgeous on your knees like this, having your fun with him. who would he to be to ruin this perfect sight?
his patience paid off quickly. you took his tip into your mouth with a breathy moan, lips wrapped around him all pretty. a gentle suck was all it took to make steve moan, thighs tensing underneath of you. he was always sensitive for you, more so now that he was intoxicated. he couldn’t help but feel everything you generously gave him intensely.
you took his cock down your throat little by little, wrapping more of his length into your warm mouth. it took everything in him not to thrust up into you, to force you to take more. you seemed to notice that as you take the rest of his cock, nose brushing against his pubic hair, scent in bulging you. your soft hands found his hips, both to steady yourself and to keep him in place. to show that you truly wanted to take care of your man, a silent way to tell him to sit back and relax.
small whimpers begin to erupt from steve’s mouth as you slowly start to bob your head against the length of his cock. you never fully released him, simply stopping at his tip, before dropping back down again, slow. his large hand was gentle with guiding you - while he let you go at your own pace, your rhythm was uncharacteristically off, something your slightly drunk haze cursed you with -, helping you find a somehow steady rhythm. your mouth was a drooling mess as you started to speed up, spit spilling slightly from the corners of your mouth, helping you take his cock much better. this would normally embarrass you, cause you to ease up a little. tonight, however, you couldn’t care less. and, lucky for you, your boyfriend seemed to love it.
“so good honey,” steve whimpered out, head thrown back against the chair. he couldn’t bear to look at you. if he did, he’d risk blowing his load too soon, something he had a feeling was going to happen regardless. it was evident in his voice and his slumped figure that he was sensitive, needy for you. “so fucking good, so messy, oh god-“
steve’s rambles were cut short by more whines and whimpers slipping from his mouth, a quick jerk of his hips fighting passed your grip. you didn’t mind at all, throat closing slightly at the feeling, only causing more pretty noises from him. his eyes squeeze shut in attempts to ground himself, a hand desperately gripping the armrest of the chair he was sat in. you started hollowing out your cheeks, a soft, wet slurping sound becoming audible to him.
the moment one of your hands found its way to his lower stomach, fingers scratching so gently at the patch of hair there, steve was a goner. he forced his eyes open and his head up, finally looking back down at the sight of you, mouth full of him, ready to take his cum. how could he deny you that?
“right there, honey, shit,” steve whined, a noise that had your pussy fluttering and pulsing. his hips rocked slightly into you as he came, eyes dead set on yours as you took every last drop you could manage, a few white, pearly streaks falling out of your mouth and down your chin. both of his hands found their way to your cheeks as you finished working him through his orgasm, careful with the way he pulls you off of his cock, slightly overstimulated.
“y’so perfect,” steve murmured out as he caught his breath, watching your round, teary eyes stare up at him as he praises you. your thighs press together on instinct, a small pout playing on your lips at the loss of him in your mouth. “always so good f’me.”
he was careful with the way he helped you up off the ground, guiding you back to his lap. this time, you were straddling him, soft thighs on either side of his. with one hand on your hip, steve brought his other up to your chin before you could clean it up yourself, scooping what escaped onto his middle and ring finger. and, as if on instinct, your jaw went slack again expectantly, waiting just as patiently for him as he did for you. he gave you what you wanted, pushing his fingers into your mouth gently, resting them right against your tongue, firm.
your lips were quick to wrap around his him right at his knuckles, tongue swirling his thick fingers eagerly, taking back the cum that got away from you. you hummed out a low moan as you sucked at his fingers, finally letting yourself find friction against his body. your skirt was flared around you, letting you grind down slightly against his slightly softened dick with only your soaked panties in the way.
“i know,” steve cooed at you, slipping his spit soaked fingers out of your mouth. you would’ve protested if they hadn’t immediately found their way down to your cunt, slipping right past the waistband of your panties. “gonna pay you back the favor, babygirl, promise, gonna give you exactly what you need.”
hey, i wanted to request a fic where maybe steve is rummaging through reader's room while she's studying or something (basically he's just trying to keep himself occupied while she can't entertain him) and he finds her vibrator??? and maybe they mess around with it ?????? and he's like "can u show me how u use it?" or something??? THANK U I LOVE U
he’s such a little shit i love this. i dunno how i feel about what i write but oh well. and YOURE WELCOME ILY TOO
nosey - steve harrington x fem!reader
summary. steve’s always been a quick learner. he proves that once again when he finds your vibrator stashed in your nightstand.
content warnings. nsfw smut mdni, kinda shy!reader, vibrator use (r!receiving), steve being a little shit, dirty talk, loads of praises. if i missed any pls lmk xx
word count. 1700
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there wasn’t much that could break your focus. your desk was a bit of a mess in front of you, books and notecards scattered everywhere. you ignored the deep blue streak of pen across your palm as you flip the pages of your biology textbook, eyebrows screwed together as you attempt to find what you were looking for. it was a wonder you were even able to do this in silence. behind you, laid out on your bed quietly, was steve. steve, who craved you more than he did water. who could hardly sit longer than a few minutes without needing to move.
that’s why he was skimming through the newspaper you had folded up on your nightstand. he didn’t care for much inside of it, nothing more than the sports updates and the occasional graphics section. he’d even picked up a magazine sitting there, too, though that wasn’t as enticing. you could hear him push off your bed after a while, feet shuffling against your carpet as he begins to wander around your room.
steve’s been inside many times. he wasn’t unfamiliar with the room, however, he normally had his focus drawn to you. he made a promise today to let you study. he was never one to deny your puppy dog eyes and your little pout. your nightstand was where he went first, gently grabbing ahold of your jewelry box. his fingers were gentle with the way he held the necklace he’d gifted you just a few months before. a smile crept up at the sight, before closing it back up and carefully setting it back down. he noticed a poster on your wall he hadn’t seen before. he even thumbed through some of your records, recognizing a few that you’ve played for him.
you were so focused on your homework that you hadn’t realized he was approaching your nightstand again. he moved right past the magazines and went straight for your top drawer. sitting right there, freshly charged, was your vibrator. you didn’t even hear the way he sucked in a shaky breath. he cradled it in his hands, curiously looking at it until he found the power switch. it wasn’t until he turned it on, the gentle humming of the toy echoing through your room, that your head lifted from your desk. you spun your chair around in an instant, eyes wide as you stare over at him. all you words got caught in your throat then.
it wasn’t like you were hiding it, it’s always been sitting there in your drawer. you were simply just embarrassed, sinking into your chair like you been caught with something you shouldn’t have. he turned it off when he looked back up at you, suppressing a smile. he waved it around a little, as if he was taunting you. the look on his face was nothing but smug. he thought this was amusing.
“fancy,” steve says, breaking the silence. “when did ya get it?”
“um,” you sputter out. despite no judgment from him, you get the need to explain yourself. “a month ago, maybe two. i only really use it when you’re not around.”
“can you show me how you use it?” his question knocked all the air out of your lungs.
you weren’t sure if he was being purposely ignorant to tease you, or if he truly wanted you to show him. either way, you stared up at him with a slack jaw, attempting to think of how to respond. your head turned back to your unfinished work. you reckoned you could abandon it for a while, you only had a few questions left. still, the slight embarrassing stayed settled in your chest, and you found yourself trying to retreat.
“i dunno,” you mumble, eyes barely meeting his again. “i’ve still got some homework to do.”
“it’s not going anywhere, honey,” he tells you.
steve finally starts to walk over to you, bending at the waist so his face was level with yours. with the vibrator still in hand, he uses the other to find the side of your face, fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear. this is the first good look at you he’s got in the past hour.
“it’ll be fun,” he insists.
that smug smirk of his found its way to his face when you reluctantly nodded. he helped you up off your chair, guiding you over to your bed where he was once silently seated. you ended up sat between his legs, back pressed against his chest, one of his thick arms wrapped around your waist securely. his lips brushed against your ear, warm breath fanning against your skin. he’d hardly done anything and you were already squirming against him.
“is this how you do it, honey?” he whispers, guiding your thighs apart, letting them rest on his. “spread open like this?”
“yeah, just like this,” you breath out.
steve let you hold the vibrator, his own fingers dancing against the now bare skin of your inner thigh. they never quite reach high enough to find your slick heat, though you figured they wouldn’t today. not with where his head was at. he tilted your hips up just a little, enough for him to get a better look at your pussy.
“go on and show me, honey, exactly how you do it when i’m not here.”
letting out a quiet whimper, you slip your fingers down to your pussy, feeling through your wetness. you slowly open your folds, exposing your clit just enough to the cool air. that’s when you turned your vibrator on to the lowest setting, before gently pressing it to your clit. despite doing this several times before, your body still reacts with a jolt, thighs tensing up under his touch.
you try and hold in a soft moan at the feeling, though your mouth betrays you. his arm was still firm around your body, though his fingers began dancing up your shirt to feel your bare skin. he watches the way you slowly circle your clit with the vibrator intently.
“do you ever set it higher?” he asks as he nudges your head to the side.
his lips find your neck in a warm, wet kiss that makes you lose your train of thought. your eyelashes flutter against your cheek as you rock against the vibrator a little. he notices, lips trailing up to kiss your jawline, teeth grazing your skin.
“not immediately,” you confirm shakily. “just when i need more.”
one of steve’s hands meets the vibrator, replacing yours in an instant. he circled your clit just like you had, just moments before he turns it up a setting. the choked moan you let out was enough to tell him that he was right, that you did need more. his lips, still kissing up towards your cheek, were now smiling against your skin. it was few and far between you reacted this way during sex, so geared up and twitchy. days you were particularly pent up and needy was when he saw it most, though he found this may be the exception.
he mirrored you again, rubbing the vibrator against your clit just how you like it. you brought a hand up behind you until it found the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, grounding yourself in the moment. it didn’t take long for you to start rocking against the vibrator again.
“so beautiful,” steve mumbles into your hair. “doin so good baby.”
all you could do was whine, back arching off of his body, becoming a little restless. before you knew it, the setting was turned up another notch as steve angles the vibrator perfectly against you clit. you hissed out, your other hand reaching to claw at the forearm wrapped around you. you knew then you were a goner, the intensity hitting you like a train. your orgasm never creeps up on you like this, never when you were alone. the blame was solely on the man behind you, his broad chest holding you upright.
“oh god,” you moan, head falling back against his shoulder as you began to warn him. “gonna cum!”
“go ahead honey, show me how good ‘s makin’ you feel,” he urges. “takin’ it so well.”
your eyes screw shut the moment it hits you, having no choice but to take it as he holds you still against him. he could hardly focus on the way the fat of your ass was rubbing against his clothed cock when you were falling apart in front of him. your moans were particularly loud, punching its way out of your throat as you begin to shake.
“too much!” you squeal out in a weak voice, just as suddenly as the overstimulation started to hit. he pulled away in just enough time, switching off the vibrator and setting it to the side. your thighs fell together on instinct, rubbing against each other. steve couldn’t pull his eyes off of you, wide and ecstatic. he wasn’t sure he’s seen you come like that in a while.
you could hear his little praises whispered into your ear, eyes finally opening back up. you loosen the grip on his arm, though your fingers still stay at his head, smoothing down his hair into you reach the back of his neck to his little baby hairs. that’s when you noticed the goosebumps that formed on his skin, and you wondered if it was from watching you come undone like that.
“you feelin’ okay?” he whispers out, to which you nod quickly.
“perfect,” you tell him. he pauses briefly as he thinks.
“do you usually finish this fast?” he questions, pressing small kisses against the side of your head.
“no,” you admit. “but i never have you with me.”
steve let’s out a low chuckle at your words. his hand was rubbing up and down your side soothingly as you finally catch your breath against him. you tilted your head to the side just enough to kiss his neck, soft and appreciative.
“we’ll have to use it again, yeah?” he asked expectantly. now it was your turn to smirk.
hey!! i was rewatching season 3 and steve is just so cute, im sorry but if he tried to flirt with me at scoops ahoy, i would say yes!! i was thinking about a fic where they knew of each other in high school but were never friends then she runs into him working at scoops ahoy and he starts flirting BUT SHE ACTUALLY IS LIKE FLIRTING BACK AND HES SO FLUSTERED. and like they go out and it’s lowkey cute and afterwards is just some good classic steve smut
MUCH LOVE 💕
hey!! i adore this idea!! i’ve always loved season 3 steve and idc what anyone else says. sending love and apologies for taking so long, i hope you enjoyed this!!! (this fic ended up way longer than i expected im so sorry i dragged some of this shit on).
shoots and scoops
pairing. steve harrington x fem!reader
summary. after steve boldly starts flirting with you - his old classmate - at scoops ahoy, you take the opportunity and run with it.
warning/s. 18+ smut mdni, harmless flirty banter, possible ooc steve, steve calling r honey, steve calling r an idiot (affectionate), kissing/making out, hickeys, body worship kind of? (f!&m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), handjob, piv sex (protected), hand holding during sex, alludes to aftercare
word count. 6560
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“well ahoy beautiful!”
your first instinct was to laugh - a deep, chest heavy chuckle that startled you when you felt it coming. you choked it down quickly, a slight wheeze slipping out in replace. it sounded slightly of a scoff.
the man standing in front of you was the last person you’d think would be flirting with you. steve harrington, whose hair was finally being constrained in a lousy sailor hat, stood with a flirtatious smile that has never been thrown your way. you know he hated how flat it looked, even if you barely spoke to him during high school. the man who always had every strand of hair placed perfectly would be caught dead before messing with his routine.
that was until now, which you assumed was not his choice.
it was a split second decision for you to respond the way you did. what the hell, right?
“ahoy handsome. nice hat,” you teased with a giggle. your eyes were bright behind your lashes as you look up at the man. he knew then he was a goner. a lump formed in his throat and his cheeks tinted pink quickly as he reaches up and takes it off.
you hear steve mumble something about a ‘stupid uniform’ as he drops the hat to the ground. in a weak attempt to try and redeem himself, he starts to ramble, moving away from your last comment. you’d never seen him get this way.
admittedly, you loved it.
“what can i get you, sweetheart? u.s.s. butterscotch? a banana split? plain chocolate? my number?”
you giggled at his last offer. for a second you thought, and for a second or two longer you faking-ly thought some more. you needed to make sure you didn’t come off as desperate. or at least too desperately.
you were honestly loving this attention.
“depends. how much does the latter cost?” offering him a sweet grin.
“just a date with me.”
your grin grew, and you knew you couldn’t resist.
“give me a scoop of u.s.s. butterscotch too and we’ll call it a deal.”
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the moment you left with his number in one hand and a bowl of ice cream in the other, steve whipped around to find robin. he found her with her whiteboard propped up, marker with the cap still on. he was quick to snatch it from her hand, putting down two tallies under ‘you rule’.
“two? steve it was one girl,” robin protested, trying to wipe away the second tally. steve was quicker, moving the board to sit next to his discarded hat.
“she flirted back and i bagged a date with her. that deserves two.” he spun around to face the front of the store again, smoothing his hair back with a smug smirk. “i’m so back.”
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a soft knock at your front door made your heart skip a beat. it’d been two days since you’d ran into steve at scoops, the flimsy napkin he wrote his number on the back of still on your nightstand, folded neatly. his voice sounded more smooth and confident over the phone. you could tell he talked himself up before answering to cool his nerves.
you checked yourself out in the mirror in passing, before moving to the door, opening it after a long, deep breath.
there steve was, hair done in his usual way. he wore a nice, short sleeved shirt that showed off his freckles biceps nicely, and a pair of his nicest blue jeans. you nearly poked fun at him for finally covering up his thighs, but you stopped yourself at the sight of the flowers in his hands. you settled on something a little less narrow. you definitely didn’t want him to think you were staring at him or anything.
“hey there sailor,” you greeted with a small smile, your eyes bright as you stare up at him. you tried looking in his eyes to avoid his toned arms, though his eyes were just as disarming. they’re a warm honey that make you fold.
“hey you,” his smile was just as pretty as his eyes. steve held the flowers in front of him, and you noticed how tight his grip was on the stems. was he as nervous as you were right now?
your heart skipped another beat at the way your fingers brushed against his when he passes you the flowers. in a desperate attempt to contain yourself, you welcomed him in and thanked him, rushing around to find a vase to set the beautiful flowers inside of. you weren’t worried about cutting the stems down or filling it with water just yet, only worried about your heart not falling out of your chest and straight into steve’s hands.
whether good or bad, you knew this was gonna be a long night.
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it was a sweet night. steve treated you to dinner and a drive-in movie in which you spoke through most of. much to your surprise, you found it very easy to talk to the man. he was easy going in a way he never was in high school. his usual nonchalant attitude wasn’t as prominent anymore. you liked it.
“ya know,” steve whispered, leaning over towards you. his lips were right next to your face, only a few inches away from gracing your skin as he spoke. you were glad it was so dark, hopefully your blush wasn’t too prominent. “i betcha i could do that.”
by that, you were assuming steve meant karate. up on the screen was ralph macchio, side by side with mr miyagi in the second rendition of the karate kid. a small giggle rippled through your chest, eyes rolling playful as you turn a little to look at him. your faces were inches away, noses nearly brushing against each other. you could feel his warm breath against your skin. it smelt faintly of spearmint - he must’ve slipped himself a mint after dinner.
“you’re an idiot,” you teased, staring right into his eyes. “there’s no way in hell you could do that. you’re no macchio!”
“i am too! you haven’t seen my kickass fighting skills yet, you wouldn’t know,” steve exclaimed, still in a quiet tone. he’s speaking like he’s gotten into loads of fights before. “but i can promise you i could clear him, easy.”
steve was so certain in himself. you always knew him to be a little cocky, so this wasn’t much of a surprise to you. what was a surprise was how much you liked it. god were you screwed.
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the drive back home was nice. you spoke to each other about how you enjoyed the movie, steve still convinced he could do karate. he even tried showing off, whacking his hand off the steering wheel like an idiot. that and the little wince he let out sent you into a fit of giggles you struggled to control. it wasn’t until the man shook his head, whispering a small ‘alright, alright’ that you managed to suppress them.
what really pushed you into silence was that same hand moving to rest against your thigh as steve drove. the sudden display of affection made you freeze. you weren’t repulsed or ungrateful for the sudden touch, only caught off guard. your teeth began to toy with your bottom lip in a weak attempt to contain yourself. you were so glad you were pulling into your driveway.
one of steve’s large hands pressed against the small of your back, gently guiding you to the front door of your house. he heard the way your breath caught in your throat and stayed there. the boy hadn’t even let go of you yet and you were already mourning the loss of his touch. in just a few minutes you knew he’d let go and be gone.
“i loved talking to you tonight,” steve spoke, his voice soft. he seemed fond, content.
“me too,” you told him, a small smile playing on your lips. it was almost shy. you watched as steves eyes flickered down to them, shiny with lipgloss you recently reapplied. the hand on your back moved to gently cup the side of your face. his thumb swiped slowly against your cheek, eyes gazing into yours.
“can i kiss you?” all you could do was nod. steve’s free hand found its way to your hip, gently pulling you towards him. his body slotted against yours perfectly, broad chest and strong arms practically enclosing you in. man did he smell good.
steve’s lips finally found his way towards yours, soft and inviting. they slotted between yours in a kiss that made your head swirl. if he didn’t have such a good grip on you you were sure you’d fall over from dizziness.
the kiss only lasted for a few too short seconds, your hands finding their way to his chest sometime during then. it took you a few moments to compose yourself enough to let your eyes flutter open. when you did, you caught glimpse of steve’s pretty eyes gazing at you, cheeks rosy pink and warm.
he let a soft sigh slip from his mouth. in a way, it felt painful for him to pull away from you. steve let his fingertips graze against your cheekbone, before dropping his hand to his side. the grip on your hip, however, stayed. his lips parted gently, mind swirling with thoughts he tried to get ahold of. he wanted to say something, but you really had a grip on his lungs. he wanted to stay, follow you to your bedroom. he wanted to feel your soft skin against his. he wanted to know what you tasted like. god, he had to stop. he didn’t want to mess things up by being to ahead of himself.
“would you wanna stay?” steve’s eyes went wide. everything from the tone of your voice to the way you stared up at him through your eyelashes screamed you wanted him too. needed him to. you about look as desperately as he felt. and, just like you before, all he could do was nod.
gripping the collar of his shirt, you gently pulled steve back down for another kiss. it was more heated this time, deep and needy, slow. a low hum reverberated in his chest, rattling against yours, eventually reaching your perfect lips. you blindly began to search behind you, a hand desperately trying to find the handle to your door.
steve helped, breaking the kiss for only a few moments, opening the door and pushing the two of you through it. the only thing he did was make sure it shut behind you two before his lips were back on yours, he let you slowly guide him in a stumble towards your room, arms holding each other steady as you make your way down the lengthy hallway.
on any other occasion, you’d be a little embarrassed by how cluttered your room was right now. your dirty laundry basket was overflowing, failed outfits from before the date in a small pile somewhere on the floor. the only thing you seemed to care about was getting steve out of these tight jeans of his.
once you secured your bedroom door shut, the man was careful with guiding you towards your slightly untidied bed. he let you lay down first, watching as you rest up on your elbows towards the top of your bed. steve was quick to climb up right after you, and even quicker with his hands, pawing at your waist as he leans down to connect your lips again.
a hand found its way to his hair, threading your fingers through it to tug his face closer to yours. it was a deep kiss, one that made you dizzy again. you were grateful for the soft landing behind your head in the case you do need to fall back.
steve’s lips parted after a while of your slow make out, tongue brushing against your lips in a plead. you let your lips part immediately, letting your tongue meet his, warm and desperate for more. finally, the man adjusted himself above you, gently moving to rest between your now parted thighs. when your lower halves connected you realized just how much trouble you’d be in.
his thick, heavy bulge pressed right against your covered heat when he settled in, letting his weight rest against you gently. even then, with the barriers between you two, you could tell steve was big. with the pressure still settled between your thighs, he adjusted himself slightly to rest against one of his forearms, pressing it right next to your side. his other hand started slowly exploring your body.
steve didn’t let his touch breach your clothes yet, despite the both of you desperately wanting him to. he was being respectfully, hand caressing up your waist, smoothing against your body until it settled beneath one of your tits, cupping slightly, yet not touching the supple skin. the boy could feel the way your bottom lip pouted out slightly into the kiss.
with that, steve pulled slowly away from the kiss, a small string of spit connected your lips briefly before it snaps. his eyes slowly opened, meeting yours in a droopy, heavy stare. somehow, he looked even more desperate than before. his hand drops down from its place beneath your chest, fingers beginning to toy with the hem of your shirt. he looked into your eyes in a desperate plead.
“can i?” steve whispered, not willing to move any further without your permission. you were quick to nod, almost too quick. if you weren’t so pent up you were sure you’d kick yourself for it.
you helped the man slide your shirt off your body, watching him discard of it on your floor amongst the other clothing of yours. steve still didnt seem to notice the mess, though, evidently preoccupied with something else. his eyes scanned your torso as respectfully as he could manage. he seemed to be memorizing your smooth skin - he admired the way your waist and hips curved (even through your shorts), the way your stomach pudges at, the way your tits sat perfectly inside of your bra.
that’s exactly where one of steves hands went next, behind your back to feel for the clasp of your bra. you gave him an encouraging nod, eyes trailing against his face, catching the freckles against his cheekbone. he was quick with pinching the clasp undone, something you were sure he’d practiced tons of times. while he was quick to unclasp your bra, he was slow to pull your straps down. steve let his fingers dance against the smooth skin of your arms, goosebumps waking at each dusted touch.
his eyes dropped down to your chest again the moment you bra was off. you saw the way his lips parted slightly, catching a glimpse of the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he lets in a quick, small breath. just before he could bring himself to start kissing on you, he felt your hand rest right against his chest again, gentle and needy. you gently tugged at the fabric of his tight shirt that was frankly hiding nothing, eyes pleading up at him for just a little look at him.
steve was quick to oblige, tugging off his shirt to expose his tanned upper body. dark, wiry hair spanned across his chest, eventually thinning down into a line that disappears into his too tight jeans. like a moth drawn to a light, your careful fingers found their way to his broad chest, nails scraping through the hair and against his skin delicately. you could feel the way steve’s stomach lurched and his abs tense slightly when your touch starts grazing down towards his stomach and happy trail. you were memorizing him the same way he was memorizing you, yet somehow, it felt different to him. the way you admired him with your gentle touch and your soft gaze tugged at his heart.
he was in desperate need of a distraction before he combusts. steve, as gentle as ever, slowly lowered himself against you again, large hands guiding you back down on the bed with him. unlike last time you leaned down, you let your back hit your soft mattress, head resting on one of your pillows with a pretty floral design on it. you let your hand rest on his lower tummy as steve’s face leans towards yours again, lips capturing yours in another breathtaking kiss.
you planted your other hand right on his shoulder, smoothing it against his skin in attempts to ground yourself in the moment, temporarily satiating your need for more. one of steve’s hands found its way to your waist, fingers tracing your skin, tickling you slightly. the other found its rightful place back beneath where your breast sits, cupping slightly. the smirk he gave into the kiss when he felt your breathing hitch against his thumb was diabolical.
steve broke the kiss just after that, lips trailing to your jawline in a slow, determined manner. he didn’t try and rush anything. he wanted to take his time with you, explore your body, truly feel you. steve let his lips kiss all the way to the pulse point on your neck before he truly latched his lips to you. you let your head rest back a little more, giving him all the room in the world to kiss where he pleases. it took you a second to realize his true intentions here, though the moment you felt his teeth begin to graze your skin, it clicked. you almost wished he would stop making you so dizzy.
once the man sucked a delicate, soon to be purple hickey to your neck, he let his lips trace your body even further down your neck. steve’s mouth trailed to the center of your chest before his head started to tilt up slightly to look at you, a quick check in to make sure you were still okay. he could feel how quick your heartbeat had picked up. the moment your eyes locked with his he knew to keep going. his slow kisses found their way to one of your breasts, the hand underneath reaching a little farther up to squeeze gently, lips grazing your soft, plush skin.
steve wrapped his lips wrap around your hardened nipple for only a few short moments, warm tongue grazing it, earning a pretty whine from your mouth. he received the same reaction when he gave your other breast the same attention.
the hands you had on steve’s body slipped away from him reluctantly as he travels down lower, intimate kisses pressed against your stomach and your sides. you weren’t quite sure where to put your hands yet, letting them hover above the two of you slightly until you were sure. just like your hands, steve eventually found his way to the hem of your jeans, his kisses pausing for a moment as he hovers over your clothed cunt. that’s when it hits you just how worked up he had you. all of those warm kiss and gentle touches have you aching for release, and more importantly, him.
steve’s pause had you worried, your eyebrow quirking up as you searched his face for some sort of hesitation or worry, any inkling of a ‘no, i don’t want to’. you saw none of the on his face.
“out of all the places you decided to stop,” you mumbled at breathlessly. “this is where you landed?”
steve let out one of his chuckles that make your tummy burn hotly, watching as he peaks up at you through his eyelashes. you began to lean up on your elbows again to get a better look at the boy. “just wanted to make sure you were okay, you idiot.”
you tried to contain your giggles, a few slipping out past your lips that were quirked up into a small smile. you gave him yet another nod, taking your lower lip between your teeth as you watched steve roll his eyes affectionately at you. his hands found their way to the buttons of your shorts, tugging your zipper down quickly afterwards. you lifted your hips up gently to help him shimmy them off of you, watching him tug them down and toss them with everything else of yours.
before you could let your hips settle back down, one of steve’s hands found its way to your lower back, holding you up for just a few short moments. he was quick to grab a pillow from beside your head, and even quicker to wedge it beneath your hips. you’re unbelievable was all you could think as you settled back down onto the bed.
heat spread up your neck and to your face the moment it hit you just how intimate he was being with you, broad shoulder placed between your spread thighs, face hovering over your lace panties. they were soaked through, you could feel it. even worse, you knew steve could see it, smell it even. and, as if steve could hear your thoughts, he brought a firm, soothing hand up to your hip. his thumb began to smooth against your bare skin, helping you settle down properly again.
every little touch he gave you was electric. a small zip flashed through the delicate skin of your thigh the moment steve’s other hand found its way there. though cold, though new, that touch soothed you too. he left small kisses on the skin of your stomach as he began to whisper to you.
“lay back, honey. let me take care of you.” fuck. you nodded to him in a haze, laying back into the bed comfortably. steve continued to leave small kisses against your exposed lower body, touch relaxing you even further into the bed until he finally made the move. his lips kissed right covered clit, making you jump ever so slightly. your slick made your panties transparent, leaving nothing to his imagination. soft kisses trailed down slow until his lips found your pulsing opening.
steve left a firm kiss right against it, letting it linger, before his tongue lolled out of his mouth. flat and eager, he let it slide from your leaking hole back onto your clit again, applying the tiniest bit of pressure against it before pulling away. an exasperated gasp left your mouth, a hand of yours moving to your forehead to rub slightly in irritation.
you always knew steve was a tease. he upheld that reputation a while with the ladies. you just didn’t think he was this much of a tease. he was working you up beyond belief. this was the complete opposite of how he’s been with you thus far - straightforward, easy going.
steve let his warm tongue connect with your clit once more, swirling around it slowly, before pulling away. this time, even with your desperate whine, he didn’t leave you hanging. his fingers hooked the sides of your panties, tugging at them enough to get your attention. you lifted your hips up long enough to let him tug them past your hips and down your thighs, before finally letting yourself rest down.
“so pretty honey,” steve whispered to you, hands finding their places back on your hip and thigh. you weren’t quite sure whether he was talking about you or your pussy - either way, it made your body heat up dramatically. without much of a thought, one of your hands found its way down to his, the one tracing your waist. he caught on to what you wanted quickly, grasping your hand in a gentle hold.
steve went through the same motions as before. after slowly spreading your folds apart with his unoccupied hand, his lips found your exposed clit in a warm kiss. he could feel the way it twitched against his flesh, and god did he love it. his lips trailed down to your opening again, watching as your arousal slowly drips out of you, leaking down to the puckered hole beneath it. a soft kiss placed against your opening was followed once again by his warm tongue, slowly sliding up through your folds again.
a breathy moan slipped out of both of your mouths at the feeling, only yours was followed by yet another as steve began to slowly lick at your clit. his tongue swirled and licked at the sensitive nerves with skill. you couldn’t help but bring your other hand down to his soft hair, threading through his locks gently to ground yourself, giving his hand a squeeze.
you could feel steve tense up, and you worried that maybe you’d done something you shouldn’t have. was he really that stuck up about his hair? you realized quickly how wrong you were when you saw the way his eyes fluttered shut for a few moments in pure bliss, lips wrapping right around your clit and sucking gently, almost as a thank you. you let out a choked moan the moment his lips latched and sucked, thighs tensing up slightly.
you were about to crumble hard, undoing all of the glorious work steve put in to work you up. he even doubled down, the hand not holding yours finding its way to your cunt, his middle finger collected up some of your arousal that was leaking from you. and, just as his tongue swirled around your clit once more, steve eased his thick finger inside of you slowly. a small gasp broke out from your mouth, feeling him pump his finger in and out of your tight hole. it wasn’t until several deep strokes that he pushed in a second finger, stretching you open, tugging a few desperate moans from your chest.
by accident, you’d tugged on the roots of steve’s hair. he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, a guttural moan hitting against your clit, sending shockwaves up your body.
“i’m so glad i don’t have that stupid hat on anymore,” steve mumbled against you, lips a little too preoccupied with sucking deliciously on your clit.
“i kinda liked it,” you let out breathlessly, trying so hard not to fall apart too quickly. instead of verbally responding, steve simply curled his fingertips into a spongy spot in your body you didn’t even know someone could reach. your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling, letting out a broken moan. it was all so much - you could feel the pressure building up in your stomach, and quickly.
steve’s fingers kept brushing against the perfect spot, his lips and his tongue somehow knowing exactly what you needed from him. your chest started to heave slightly as you rapidly approached your orgasm, grip on his hair tightening slightly, urging him to keep going. your moans sung out for him to hear, uncontrollable and needy. you tried to warn the boy, though your words came out in a slight mess right as everything hit you.
pleasure filled every inch of you as steve works you through your high. the wet squelching coming from your sopping cunt only encouraged him more. your whole body tensed up for what felt like forever, hand gripping his as you grind slightly onto him, desperate for the last bit of friction before he pulls away, whispering thank you’s to him. he gave your clit a final farewell - a soft kiss - as he slowly sliding his fingers from your cunt. you looked down in bliss just in time to see steve, king steve, wrap his pink lips around his fingers and moan at the taste of you.
hesitantly, you let go of his hand, gripping ahold of his shoulder instead as you gently tugged the man up the bed towards you. the poor guy was still stuck inside his jeans. somehow, he hadn’t torn the threads in the front, his hard, thick cock pressing against the coarse fabric in an attempts to release itself. once steve was properly hovered over you again, your hands went straight to his belt buckle, only you right before undoing it, looking right up at his dark, lust filled eyes. his eyes darted across your face worriedly, before letting it drop, shaking his in disbelief.
“funny,” he whispered, gently pressing himself against your hands further. you gave him a teasing smile right as you began fumbling with his belt. you wish you had the patience to admire just how nice the leather on it was.
steve let you fumble around with his zipper, only assisting you in kicking off his jeans, keeping it far away from the two of you. he was still situated between your thighs, this time his hips slotted perfectly between them, knocking them wide open. your hands found their way back to his soft tummy as he leans in closer, face inches away from yours, noses knocking against each others. your eyes were still focused downwards, though, letting your hands drift towards his steadily leaking tip. you traced it oh so gently through the fabric of his boxers, close enough to his face to hear him inhale sharply.
your fingers began to trace the length of his cock, feeling the curve he has to him. the loss of his fingers inside of you made you feel empty, and all you could think about was how perfect he’d feel inside of you. your hand gripped his length through the fabric and squeezed gently, watching as another splotch of pre cum appears in its wake. you were much less of a tease than steve, you realized, giving into him quickly as you slowly tug off his boxers, helping him discard them.
finally, you got a full, unfiltered and unblocked view of steve’s cock. truthfully, you’d never seen one quite as nice to look at. his tip was a bright red, still leaking pre cum, veins lining his length perfectly. he was heavy in your hands when you grasped him again, lips lifting into a pleased smile at the sound of his soft gasp. you gave him another gently squeeze, slowly twisting your hand up his length, and down just as slow, smearing what you’d collected at his tip down with it. your hand somehow seemed so small compared to his cock, and you loved it.
“need you inside of me, stevie,” you choked out, finally peeling your eyes away from his dick, looking straight into his eyes when he looked right back up at you. you batted your eyelashes at him, eyes begging for him as you continue to slowly stroke him. steve stares at you with an almost blank expression, almost like he wasn’t quite listening, little whines rippling through his throat as his eyebrows knit together.
you stop stroking him at his base, squeezing his thickness once again, touch not leaving him. “said i need you inside f’me, stevie, please?”
you watched as he finally processed what you said, eyes going wide, head nodding rapidly as he scrambles back to his jeans to fish out his wallet, tugging out a condom he so conveniently had stashed away in there. this is the first time tonight you’d seen steve so at loss for words, and you weren’t sure why.
he did, though. this was the first time since he’s been in the dating pool that he’s felt a real, honest connection with someone. sure, you guys had only been on this one date. he knew that. there was just something about you and you’re kindness, your humor, your passion for everything that had him swooning. intimacy was a lot different when you were with someone you could admire like that. not to mention how hot you are.
steve fumbled through slipping the condom on properly, and it didn’t help you were beneath him smiling patiently up at him like you were. the moment he successfully managed it on, he found his way back down to your level, faces finally close again. steve has an arm rested right beside your head, his hand gently brushing all your hair away from your face. he wanted to see you properly, look you in your eyes.
you gave him a reassuring nod, telling him that yes, you were ready - that you wanted him. with a hand cradling the top of your head and the other gripping the base of his throbbing cock, steve lined himself up with your entrance. he was gentle with the way he pressed himself into you, your arousal still plentiful, helping him ease his way inside of you better.
“fuck,” you let out, eyebrows and nose scrunched up at the way steve was stretching you out. he let you adjust to him inch by inch, knowing how difficult it is to fit him at first. you brought a hand up to his face, cupping his jaw to get him to look at you as he slid in the rest of the way, bottoming you out, eyes locking at the perfect time.
“there ya go honey,” steve whispered, lips pressing against your forehead as he encouraged you, his cockiness finally slipping through again. “i know, tight fit.”
you could tell why he put so much effort into working you up the way he did - getting you in the mood, kissing you all over, filling you up with his fingers. it made this ten times easier on the both of you. he liked doing all of it regardless, making you feel good that is. he liked being of service.
when steve pulled his lips away from your forehead, you were quick to bring his attention to your own lips, pulling the man down gently to connect them with yours. it was a deep, desperate, wet kiss, something you craved so badly right now. that’s when he started to rock his hips into yours, slowly rolling himself down against you. he let himself test the waters, see how easy it would be for you to adjust fully.
luckily for the both of you, after a few slow, deep strokes, you adjusted just fine. the arm not rested by your head found its way to your waist, fingers trailing your soft skin as he begins to find a rhythm to fall into. he picked up the pace a little, hips moving just a bit faster as you make out. you let your hand move to the back of steve’s head, fingers threading once again in his beautiful hair. it wasn’t until you rested your other hand against his chest, smoothing against it that you found out what really gets to him.
the feeling of your nails scrapping against his scalp, your hand firm against his chest, and your dripping cunt squeezing around him was fatal. his hips stutter and snap harder than he intended, a desperate moan falling from his lips and directly into yours. your body jolted slightly at the snap of his hips, a moan falling out of your mouth along with his.
“sorry, sorry you just- fuck you can’t just do that,” steve rambled out, breaking the kiss and slowing down his thrusts. you gave him the cheekiest smile, raising your eyebrows at him.
“why not, handsome?” you questioned, circling your hips at the perfect angle, his tip snagging at just the right spot inside of you, whimpering beneath him. “s-seems like you liked it.”
steve adjusted himself at the sounds of your whimpers, nudging himself around until he finds that spot again, slowly thrusting himself into you. your grip on his hair tightened again, bottom lip quivering slightly as you take in the pleasure.
“i do, i do,” he reassured, finally finding his rhythm again, moans slipping from your lips. “just not when i’m t-trying not to go too fast, or f-finish too fast- fuck, honey, feel so good f’me.”
your back arched just a little at the sound of him praising you, clenching down around him again, just like you did before that caused the praise he gave. steve’s eyes lit up at the realization. he had some dirt on you now, too, and man did it feel good to be even.
“wouldn’t m-mind if you went faster,” you spoke, eyes begging up at him, legs spreading wider. you were already sensitive from your last orgasm, but now that he knows you like being praised? and he’s looking at you like that? you were struggling to contain yourself. “wouldn’t mind if you went h-harder either.”
“yeah?” he questioned.
“yeah.”
steve gave you a long, gentle kiss on the lips, petting your hair down affectionately, before he sat up a little in his place. he uses his large hands to readjust your legs, helping you wrap them firmly around his waist, giving him more leverage to fuck into you properly.
with every thrust from then on, steve fucks you just a little faster, just a little harder, until he finds that sweet spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you reach a hand out to desperately claw at him, finally find one of his hands to grab onto, holding hands with him just like before. this time, however, you tangled your fingers with his holding onto him tight. he’s gentle when he pins your hand down against the mattress, the complete opposite of how he was fucking into you right now.
you started to writhe underneath him, moans becoming more frequent, eye contact becoming harder to keep. you were close.
“look at me,” steve spoke out, chest heaving a little from exertion, choked noises of pleasure bleeding through. “honey, look at me. wanna see those pretty eyes when we cum.”
you let your eyes flutter open, forcing eye contact with him as you rapidly approach your orgasm, his praise feeding into your pleasure. he gives your hand a squeeze, a squeeze you’re quick to reciprocate. he looks just as close as you are - fucked out and needy. you kept your other hand planted in his hair, anchoring yourself down, keeping him close.
“gonna cum, stevie, gonna- ohgod,” you could barely get your words out by the time your second orgasm washes over you. your cunt convulses around steve’s large cock uncontrollably, gushing around him. you fought tooth and nail to not let your eyes close, and you were so glad that you didn’t. steve was quick to cum right after you, face scrunched up all cute, moans and whines almost on par with yours, white ropes of warm cum filling the condom. he had a hold on your hips and waist that would leave bruises as he took you two through your orgasm.
you two stayed there for a few minutes. no thrusts, no tiny hip movements, just taking in the feeling of your orgasms, heavy breathing filling the room. you two still maintained eye contact, even after it was all done. you were the first to break the silence.
“can you wear your scoops uniform next time?”
“oh shut up.”
the both of you burst into a fit of laughs, steve finally, slowly pulling out of your wrecked cunt. you were glad you had a trash can in the corner of your room - the only thing steve had to do was stumble over and discard his condom, grabbing ahold of his boxers and his shirt, offering up the shirt for you to wear. you happily obliged, tugging it on, before motioning to your panties after he slipped into his boxers. steve wanted to make a comment about how you ruined the pair, but spared you just tonight.
he was hoping there would be many other nights where he’d be granted to opportunity to do that.
summary. eddie thought he was doing the right thing separating from you, for your own sake and image. he quickly realizes how wrong he was.
content warnings. angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending (cause of course it is), unestablished relationship, friends to lovers, eds calling you ‘sweetheart’, kiss and make up :)
word count. 2944
a/n. yes this is my take on the foo fighters song, sue me
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you sitting in eddie's passenger seat was always an unusual sight. the softness in your face, the delicate sound of your voice somehow breaking through the loud metal music he had on, your laugh that he somehow always managed to pull from you was unbelievably out of place here, with him. he marveled often over how this was his reality, how you decided to stick around for as long as you had. he found himself thanking gods he didn't even believe in that he was given the opportunity to live this life with you by his side, as his friend. today was no different.
the soft smile on your face as you sat beside him was all thanks to him. he'd cracked some joke about pedestrians, who seemed to leave their heads behind them as they cross the road blindly. his mumbled complaints didn't go unheard from you, they hardly did. you were thankful they didn't, too, it always made your mood a little better. you smile distracted him, just long enough for him to miss what was unfolding outside his car, engine rumbling as it idles at a red light. four large, raw eggs crash against your window, breaking upon impact. both of your heads whipped around to see the sight beside you, catching eye of a few basketball players as the light turns green.
"freaks!" you heard one of them yell as you drive off.
"dickheads," you mumble back, eyes rolling as you shake your head. you turn slightly to eddie as you speak some more. "they did that to my car a few days ago while i was driving home from work."
you hardly caught the way eddie's jaw clenched at your words. his eyes, rather than trailing back over to you, stayed glued on the road. sure, he could make it out to seem like he was pulling his focus there, watching out for other mindless pedestrians that seemed rampant in this town. but the real reason? he couldn't bear looking at you, not now. not when guilt was burning in the back of his throat, restricting in anger. self loathing, really, for even getting you in this situation to begin with.
he knew from the start that your reputation would crumble the moment your peers caught onto your friendship. he was convinced everything he touched was destined to fall into a pile of nothing with him. it started with his father, always degrading him, putting the blame on such a young boy for his own wrongdoings. maybe it wouldn't have stuck around for so long if everyone didn't continue to prove al's point. if eddie didn't keep proving his point. for whatever reason, that didn't stop him from befriending you, from letting you drag him around happily by your side to rather public plans. from selfishly falling in love with you.
he was uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the drive back home. it wasn't peculiar for him to be so deep in thought around you. the only difference was the lack of translating, the loud music down at a quiet decibel. his jaw stayed clenched, his breathing stayed shallow. light brown eyes turned dark, and if the light were to catch them right, you could almost describe them as misty.
"it's no biggie," you whisper, eyes searching his face worriedly. you could feel him overthinking the eggs. "easy clean, really! my car needed a good wash anyways."
"that doesn't make it any better," he grumbles. "what a joke."
"would calling it a yolk make you feel any better?" you ask with a growing grin. it dropped the moment you noticed he wasn't amused. he always entertained your corniness. he must've really taken this to heart. when he pulled up to your house, he gave you a small goodbye and a weak attempt of a hug, before you slid out his passenger seat. this gave him the time to think things through, truly this time.
eddie couldn't bear the idea of letting you go through this. he could take it, the degradation and the embarrassment, even if he claimed to be thick skinned. it was still shameful occasionally living up to peoples low expectations of him, despite being used to it. despite knowing his own growth. he didn't want to drag you down on the perpetual decline he seemed to be on, endless and torturous. no amount of rough exteriors and venomous words could shield you both from the judgement of everyone else.
that's how you found yourself hopelessly waiting for eddie the next morning, coat wrapped tight around your body, listening expectantly to the rumbling of his van. you realized, ten minutes after he promised he'd be there, that he wasn't showing up. you went inside, grabbed your keys, and made your way to work all by yourself. you didn't need him to take you to work, you were more than capable of driving yourself. what you couldn't do was shove away the disappointment of being stood up out of the blue.
you worked your shift with a sour taste in your mouth. it wasn't like eddie to do this to you. if there wasn't a call informing you of his absence beforehand, there was always an apology halfway through your day. while that hardly happened, he always provided an explanation. going an entire day without any word from him was odd. your coworkers even noticed the frown that didn't seem to leave your face all day. after clocking out, you were on a mission to head home and call him, hoping it was simply just a mix-up. you shoved away the worry that something had happened to him, or something had happened between you two. had you said something wrong the day before?
"hello?" a deep, gravely voice answered eddie's landline. you recognized quickly who it was.
"hey wayne," you greeted, announcing who you were right afterwards.
"hey, kiddo, good to hear from you," wayne says. "if you're looking for eddie, he's not home. something about needing some air. i'll let him know you called."
"thank you," you tell him, carrying on a short conversation with him, before hanging up the phone.
it took two days before you heard anything from him, and it was because of your doing. after another, more worried, call, you came to the decision to corner eddie. going awol was not something he did, not without a reason. it was after your morning shift, 2 pm, and he was surely home. saturdays before band practice, he normally tucked himself inside his room, focusing on planning out new campaign ideas. he hardly changed that routine of his. only on the rare occasion you could coax him out for lunch would he be found elsewhere. you jogged from your car to the door of his trailer in the pouring rain before knocking a little frantically.
he wearily peeked out the door a minute later, glaring down at you and your wet form. his jaw clenched the moment his eyes met yours. you gave him a small, worried smile, before you spoke to him. his silence was deafening through the sound of water hitting metal.
“hey, eds,” you start cautiously, peering inside the warm, dry trailer you loved visiting. “can i come in?”
“shouldn’t be here,” he mumbled, body mostly hidden behind the door. you could feel heat rise through your neck, prickling up to your ears in embarrassment you never felt around him.
“is it not a good time?” you question. your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “i would’ve called but i’ve already tried twice, i couldn’t get ahold of you.”
“it’s for a good reason, sweetheart,” he said bitterly. a nickname he once gave you endearingly now made you feel small. your clenched at the sound of him using it so coldly. “better get out of here. wouldn’t want you to get into anymore trouble.”
“don’t be like that,” you bite, face twisting into frustration. “i signed up for whatever bullshit those idiots decide to do to me the moment i became friends with you.”
“yeah, well, you’re better off not dealing with it at all,” he bit back.
with that, he shut the door right in your face, leaving you out in the cold rain. you turned on your heels and quickly stomped back to your car. you fought the tears prickling in your eyes and the tightness gripping at your chest. you would do anything if it meant staying by eddie’s side. that, however, wasn’t plausible if he didn’t want you to stay. you weren’t going to linger where you weren’t wanted. especially not if it would prolong this gut-wrenching feeling deep inside of you.
you didn’t try to call. you didn’t show back up at his house or any of the shows his band had at the hideout. you didn’t even run into him at work, and he frequented the record store. you figured he came in on your days off in attempts to avoid you. and, as much as it broke your heart not seeing him, you weren’t going to push. if telling you to stay away wasn’t enough, slamming the door in your face made everything clear.
"i'm pretty sure he, like, hates me now," you tell steve one night, the scent of alcohol clinging to you.
it'd been nearly a month after your falling out with eddie, and it was evident to everyone something had happened. he was inquiring about eddie's whereabouts, his lack of presence rather alarming. he was always tagging along with you to these parties. you missed the way steve shared a glance with robin, who seemed just as perplexed as he was.
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," robin speaks up, speech slurred just a little.
"how else would you explain it?"
"the dudes an idiot," steve insisted. "i'm sure it's something stupid, he'll get over himself."
you found yourself wallowing one late night at the diner you two always frequented. even three months after your friendship ended, you still couldn’t help but think about him. how could you not when things ended so abruptly? it didn’t quite help you were still in love with him, though you figured it would hurt regardless. maybe it was worse now that you were mourning the distant hope that things would bloom into romance. that was farther gone than your friendship will ever be.
the bell attached to the door rang through the diner, thouggh you didn’t bother to look up from your plate. you stayed tucked inside the corner of the booth, picking at the fries the you ordered extra of. you never ate them all, though you always made sure you got more, anyways. eddie always liked to pick some off your plate, even if he had his own to nibble. you lifted your head only when you heard his familiar voice ring through the diner.
your eyes drifted over to him as he sat at the stools, hardly hearing as he ordered a coffee. he only ever ordered coffee when he was tired. you wondered what had him so busy. the idea that it could be someone else made you sick. you didn’t get to sit in your overwhelming jealousy for long. the server pointed over right at you as he said something to eddie. your eyes fell back down to your plate, wide and panicked as you thought of what to do. you could sit and let him stare, allowing the tension to rise inside the restaurant for everyone to feel, or you could pay and storm out, saving yourself the misery of being here. after the long week you had, the last thing you wanted was confrontation. especially confrontation with him. his heavy boots echoed against the floor before you could make your decision.
“hey,” eddie greets awkwardly, standing a foot away from your table.
“hi,” you say plainly. you didn’t bother to look up at him. you heard him take a deep breath in, his leather jacket rustling slightly as he crosses his arms.
“it’s okay if you want me to leave you alone.”
“i think you’re better off if you do.”
he cringes at your words - almost a flinch -, remembering back to the last conversation he had with you. his teeth clench down on his cheek as he thought, eyes not leaving you as you fumble with a fry. he still thought you looked beautiful, even with a slight scowl on your face.
“i just want to talk,” he says, despite his previous statement. a complete contradiction, like most other things he does.
you scoffed as you finally look up at him. he looked so small standing there, despite being feet above you. his large brown eyes seemed bigger than usual. you found yourself pitying him, though you promised yourself you wouldn’t. it was his doing that put you in the position you were in. still, he had ahold of your heart, and there wasn’t much you could do about it, even now. you blinked up at him a few times, just enough to collect your thoughts. pushing away your plate, you get up with your wallet, making your way towards the server.
“you had your chance to talk months ago and you shut me out,” you tell him, giving the server a soft smile as you hand her cash for your meal. “thank you, keep the change.”
you walked right passed eddie as you made your way towards the door, shoulder just brushing his. you folded your arms against your chest as you pushed out the diner. his footsteps followed behind you quickly, trailing after you desperately. just your luck, just moments after you stepped out, rain started to sprinkle down onto you. of course the day you see him again. of course the day you walked. you started your way towards your house with a slight shiver.
“i’m ready to talk now,” he says as he continues to follow you. “are you walking out of spite?”
“no, i didn’t bring my car,” you tell him, looking over you shoulder just briefly. his eyes were still wide and doe-like. “trust me, i wish i did. easy escape from whatever the hell this is.”
“can you just hold on a minute? please?” he begged as you continued on.
when you kept walking, he called your name out once, before gripping your elbow. you whipped around to look at him, feet stopping in its tracks. he moved to stand right in front of you. you noticed then how tired he looked. you wondered if he was just as torn up as you were about this whole thing. you stared at him expectantly, and he soon caught on that you were waiting. the rain began to fall down a bit harder, dampening your skin and your clothes.
“i messed up, bad.”
“yeah,” you scoffed, eyes boring into him. his shoulders slumped under your gaze.
“i can’t stand seeing you be made fun of. it’s my fault, and you know it is. we both know i was dragging you down. i couldn’t take the guilt anymore,” he rambled, hand not leaving you elbow. you didn’t bother to move it. “but the guilt of pushing you away like that is worse. i hurt you, i know that, and you deserve better than to be disregarded. you deserve better than me.”
“that doesn’t matter,” you croak out, eyes welling up with tears again, just like the night at his trailer. “none of it does. i don’t want anyone else, eddie, just you. i would go through anything if it meant i could keep you around.”
you didn’t care about the implications of your words. you just cared about making sure he heard and understood you. you couldn’t bear being away from him for another second. eddie tugged you into a hug without a word. his arms wrapped around you torso and kept you secured to his, face finding comfort in your shoulder. the breath of relief you let out could be heard from miles away as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. you gripped onto him tight, like he’d slip away from you again. the wet leather against your skin grounded you, almost as much as his hand that soothed your back, trailing up and down slowly. you let a few tears slip from your eyes, sniffling against his warmth.
when you pulled away, eyes watering and your lower lip trembling, he didn’t dare to move his hands away. not now that he had you secured against him. there were tears in his eyes you’ve hardly seen. you brought a soft knuckle up to his cheek to wipe them away, though rain still clung to your skin. you pushed away his hair to get a proper look at him.
“that was the worst three month of my life, sweetheart,” he shook his head as he spoke softly.
not only had he kept track, your nickname was back in the same soft tone as before. you brought your other hand down to his chest, poking a finger at it as you look up at him. your eyes softened up, and he noticed, his face visibly relieved.
“that’s on you, mister,” you tell him, that pretty smile on your back on your face.
“it won’t happen again. promise.”
your hand gripped his shirt just slightly, enough to pull him a little closer to you. with faces just inches apart, your lips hovered, waiting for a sign to keep going. the sign stumbled right where you wanted it most. his lips met yours in a careful kiss, capturing this moment for all of eternity. his guilt wasn’t so overwhelming now.
summary. when you’re in need of a safe way home from the bar, the first person you think of in your drunken haze is bucky, who comes to get you in an instant
content warnings. sm fluff, unestablished relationships, pining, idiots in love, alcohol consumption, r being super drunk lol, thunderbolts era bucky, softie!bucky (my beloved), slightly affectionate&touchy reader (sfw), pet names (sweetheart), r being called pretty, not proofread
word count. 1905
a/n. thunderbolts era bucky and tfatws bucky are rotting my brain away i love him your honor. not proofread
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admittedly, you’d maybe had one too many drinks tonight.
when you received a text from an old friend of yours saying she was in the city, claiming she had the night free, of course you were going to make some time to see her. it was a night well spent at the bar, too. the drinks were good, you’d caught up on a lot of life with her, jokes were thrown around that had you both doubled over in laughter in the small booth you were cozied up in. the odd glances thrown your way at your giggles only made things worse for the two of you.
your friend called it a night around 11. the only reason she was in the area was for work, and with her luck, they’d scheduled her with a meeting very early the next day. it was time for her to head out, especially now that her boyfriend had arrived, ready to carefully help her to their hotel.
“do you want me to stay?” your friend slurred, grabbing ahold of her boyfriends arm as he guided her up to her feet. “we can stay. wanna make sure you get home safe.”
“i’m okay,” you told her, a genuine, reassuring smile on your face as your words slurred just as bad as yours. “promise i’ll get home safe, i’ll text you when i do.”
the way you rose to your feet wasn’t the most elegant, though you fit right in with the atmosphere. you wrapped each other up in a large hug, bidding each other a giggly goodbye, promising to keep in touch. her boyfriend gave you a small wave before he helped her out of the bar and away from your sight. that’s when you let yourself slide back into the booth, fumbling with your purse in search of your phone. your promise was true to her, you were going to get home safe. while you only stayed a few blocks away from the bar, you weren’t quite comfortable walking home in the state you were in, not like you’d walked there three hours ago.
your mind slipped straight to the thought of bucky as you pulled up your contacts, searching for his name and number. your thoughts often slipped to the man, it was hard for them not to. in the few months you’d known the man, living in the rebuilt avengers tower, you grew quite fond of him. it was a little unexpected.
you weren’t searching for anything romantic when you’d somehow stumbled upon the new team. you were focused on a list of other things - your mental health, your career (though being a now nearly full-time superhero wasn’t exactly what you’d envisioned), your hobbies -, so it caught you off guard when you noticed your growing feelings towards bucky. you began to seek him out in a way you hadn’t with anyone else. despite being a little tough and uptight at times, not really the most talkative person ever, he was kind. he had a nice sense of humor, too. dry, sarcastic, a little playful. at times, you were convinced that playfulness with you bordered flirtation.
that’s why you had found your way to bucky again in your drunken mind. you always felt oddly safe with him, anyways. it was comforting how protective he could be, a subtle sort of thing that you admired about him. you pressed your phone against your ear rather harshly as you listened to your phone ring a handful of times. the noise had you zoned in to the point you barely noticed he’d picked up, a curious ‘hello’ ringing into your ears. your body straightened up at the sound of his voice, a dopey smile finding your lips.
“hey!” you said cheerfully, hand gripping your phone tight as you began rambling to him in an obvious slur. “i’m so sorry if you were asleep or if you’re busy, but i’m kinda really drunk right now, i’m a few blocks away at a bar. is there any chance you’d, i dunno, come get me and walk me home? so i’m not alone? it’s totally okay if not!”
you realized how desperate you must sound calling him like this. you weren’t sure if he’d caught on to your slightly obvious feelings for him yet, but if he had even an idea that you might like him, this call was incriminating. you were calling him of all people, rather than simply calling a cab or an uber, or even just sticking it out and walking anyways.
“of course,” bucky told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. his response was immediate, without a second thought. those two words alone made your heart flutter inside of your chest. you passed along the name of the bar, one he’d remembered from passing so many times. he knew his way around the city well, and promised to be there in 10.
the moment you’d hung up the phone, soft giggles slipped from your mouth, the same wide smile on your face still present. you ordered yourself one last drink while you waited, closing your tab while you were up before you left and forgot. you sat in your booth in silence as you waited, gaze settling on to the drink that you sipped on. your body was beginning to feel a little heavy, the alcohol and your sleepiness starting to settle in now that you weren’t so focused on an ongoing conversation.
you were so zoned in, in fact, that you didn’t realize bucky had finally found his way to the bar, beelining to you in a slow, steady strut. his head tilted to the side when he stopped at your table, biting back a smile. you still hadn’t noticed him yet.
“hey there sweetheart,” bucky spoke smoothly, sliding on the opposite side of the booth. he noticed you still had a drink and decided to give you time to finish. your head shot up to look at him, eyes wide and gleaming the moment you recognized his voice. you gave him the same dopey smile you had when you’d called him. “mind if i take you home?”
you giggled at his words, biting your lower lip as you began to put on a show, thinking a little for a response you already had. you gave him a hum, words slurring still as you respond. “well i suppose so.”
you sipped the rest of you drink away after you spoke, quickly wiping away the drop that slipped from your lips clumsily. whether that clumsiness was because you were drunk or because bucky made you nervous, you weren’t quite sure. regardless, your nose scrunched up a little in embarrassment, trying your best to shake it off. he didn’t seem to mind or even notice. bucky had a small, content smile on his face, his blue eyes shining gently as he gazed at you.
the moment you set the glass down, his fingers found their way to it, taking it into his hand. he pushed himself back up from the worn booth, watching as you fumble to grab your purse and phone. the hand bucky offered up was his left. the metal felt nice against your buzzing warm, buzzing skin as you accepted it, letting him assist you to your feet. despite how hard the metal was, he was gentle with the way he held your hand, guiding you towards the bar again to give the bartender your empty glass.
bucky’s hand left yours, only to grasp ahold of your purse and your phone to carry it for you. he helped you towards his right side, wrapping that arm comfortably around you, hand bracing your waist as respectfully as he could. he began walking the two of you out the bar and onto the streets in a comfortable silence neither of you broke. you began leaning into him, still a little unsteady on your feet as you stumble slightly down the street.
your head eventually found comfort in bucky’s shoulder, the weight becoming nearly too much for you to bear on your own. you missed the way he smiled, small and proud as he continues to guide you through the city. that’s when he started to speak in a low mumble, voice deep, his tone sending shivers down your spine.
“you look pretty tonight,” bucky complimented, his head turning to look down at you fondly. it wasn’t often he got to see you like this, a little skirt he’d helped you pull back down into place just a minute or two previously. the shirt you wore was a little low cut, too, just enough to show some cleavage. that’s not why he gave you the sentiment. he rarely got to see you put together. it was usually sweaty work out clothes or bloodied uniforms he saw you in. this was a nice change.
bucky watched the way you smile wide, nose scrunching up again at his words. you tilted your head up to see him, sincerity laced in every inch of his face. while collecting your thoughts, you pressed your cheek into his arm as you stare up into his eyes, clinging to his body for dear life as you try not to fall. his strong arm kept you upright, though, careful not to let you drop to the ground.
“thank you,” was all you could manage out in a small voice, a hand of yours gently grasping at the sleeve of his leather jacket. it was then that you’d finally made it to the rebuilt tower, bucky swiping the both of you in, before holding the door wide open for you. he watched the way you stumbled into the building with an appreciative smile, before looking back at him expectedly. you had your hand extended outwards for him, searching for his touch
bucky took your hand without a second thought, letting his fingers intertwine with yours, before you guys made your long way towards the living quarters. even when you’d entered the elevator, three empty walls and a long railing for you to grasp ahold of to find your footing, you still held onto him. he was already helping you, anyways, so why would you let go now?
he continued to walk you out of the elevator when it’d reached high inside of the tower, helping you all the way to your bedroom door. bucky positioned you in front of him, letting go of your hand only to reach to your hair, tucking pieces behind your ear and out of your face.
“think you can find the rest of your way?” he asked, his hands smoothing down your hair once, before dropping it to his side. you gave him a lazy nod, eyes beginning to droop with exhaustion.
“yeah, i think should be fine,” you answered, offering a small smile. before you could overthink, you took two steps forward, arms reaching up to wrap around bucky’s shoulders. he blinked a few slow times, arms finding their way around your torso carefully as he embraces you. he tugged you a little closer to him, letting his chin rest gently on top of your shoulder. the hand that wasn’t holding your belongings smoothed up your back, a weak attempt to soothe you.
“thanks for walking me home, buck,” you whispered. “it means a lot. you’re a great guy.”
“anytime, sweetheart. just give me a call and i’ll be there.”
