☆mystified
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contents: steve harrington x fem!reader, smut [MDNI 18+], friends to lovers, mention of smoking/drinking
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It was way past closing at Family Video, and you and Steve had been scheduled for an overnight shift to do inventory.
It felt like a huge waste of time since inventory was just taken last month, but the holiday season was coming up, and your manager, Keith, said, “We could never be too sure,” so you complied. You had spent a few hours sorting and counting through the stock on the floor, which went by quicker than expected. Steve was in the backroom counting through the backstocked tapes and merchandise. You could hear the quiet hum of the radio leaking through the thin walls; the song Don’t You Want Me by The Human League played.
The repetitive task quickly became boring and you needed a distraction, so who better to bother than the only other person trapped in here with you? Steve and you had grown close over the past year. You were undeniably attracted to him; his charm was what initially drew you in, but when you really got to know him, you couldn't help but love his dorky side even more.
Sneaking into the backroom, you could see Steve doing a little shimmy and singing along to the song. You smiled as he flailed around. This was definitely much more fun than sorting through a bunch of tapes. The song came to an end, and you clapped at the performance.
“Jesus Christ! What the hell!” He put a hand up to his heart, “How long have you been standing there for?!” His cheeks were red from being caught. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tight-fitting white T-shirt, which unfortunately accentuated his muscular torso. You were both out of uniform since there weren’t exactly any customers around. His eyes scanned your body, which was clad in a pair of sweats that hung below your hips and a tank that rode up your torso, but he quickly went back to his tapes.
“Long enough. You know you put on a good show?” You said, giggling as you went down to sit next to him on the floor. You looked at him, admiring how perfectly balanced his face was. His strong features were contrasted with his soft eyes that always pulled you in.
“Shut up. And quit staring, or I might just think you have a crush on me.” He rolled his eyes, but pink still tinged his cheeks. “Aren’t you supposed to be out there counting, and not back here making fun of me?” He said as he jotted something down on the inventory sheet.
You ignored his comment, “I got bored.” You pout your lips, dragging out the word bored. Steve looks at your mouth momentarily, but pulls his eyes away and places them back on the paper. “And you have provided me with much more entertainment already. Plus, I’m basically done; it’s not exactly Blockbuster out there. I just gotta clean up.”
“You finished already?” He was looking at you, eyes raised, not quite believing you. “Are you sure? When I did it last a few months ago, it took me way longer than that.” He turned his body to look at your small figure, arms crossed at his chest, and his muscles tensed under his shirt.
“Well…”You said, looking down at the floor.
“Well what, princess?” He looked confused before he got a twinkle in his eye, “Let me guess.” He smirked now as you looked back up at him. His eye contact made you squirm. “You haven’t counted the adult section, have you?” He had a full-blown grin on his face now.
It was your turn for your face to go red. “Not exactly, but in my defense, I peaked!” You were embarrassed; it’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen or even done before, but something about being in the vicinity of Steve and even looking at those suggestive covers made you nervous.
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me it makes you nervous.” He let out a chuckle as he talked, like he could read your mind. “Don’t get all shy on me now, it’s just the human body. It’s natural.”
“I’m not nervous, I just got bored before I could get to it!” It was a tiny white lie, but you didn’t want to tell him the truth. You couldn’t tell him that being in that room made you a little hot, especially with him in the general vicinity. You couldn’t tell him that those tapes made your mind wander to all of the dirty things Steve could do with his hands. You could tell him that your skin was hot just thinking about it if it were you and him and one of those movies.
“Listen, I’ll tell you what. I’m basically done here.. I just have to put some of these back on the shelf, then we can go in there together.” Great. Your eyes got wide. He was already moving all of the tapes back up onto their designated shelves.
“No!” It came out a little more frantic than you would have liked. “No, that’s okay, Steve. You’re right, I should be doing that instead of bothering you.” You were trying hard to get out of this one. There was no way you could be that close to him as you sorted and looked through those dirty movies.
“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m done here, and maybe if we finish in time, we could both go home early.” Shit, there was no backing out of this now. He gathered the radio and his papers, and you both headed back out and into the small room. You walked through the velvet curtains and were met with red neon lights and small spotlights pointing only at the shelves.
“Jesus, you think they would have put some brighter lights in here? I can hardly see.” Steve put down the radio. He hit play on the already inserted tape. The Night by Fleetwood Mac came on, and the quiet melody of Big Love flooded the room; it was one of your favorite albums. You wondered if he knew that.
Your breath practically left your body as you entered, already dreading this. The room was small, like really small. It was more like a glorified closet. It didn’t help that each wall was lined with a rather large shelf, making the space feel even smaller than it already was. “If it were brighter, then it wouldn’t hide the embarrassment of being in here in broad daylight, would it?” You said playing it cool.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. How about you start on this wall and I’ll start on that one.” He sat down on the floor, getting ready to track all of the tapes on the bottom of the shelves first. You sat with your back to him, doing the same. You could feel the warmth of his body on your back, not quite touching but feeling every time he shifted, or even took a deep breath.
Occasionally, Steve or you would turn to each other to hand the other a missed place tape that needed to go on the right shelf, and each time his fingers brushed yours. Maybe it was just being in this room, but he was driving you crazy tonight. Something felt different between the two of you. You made small talk about anything that came to mind, trying to distract yourself from the dirty thoughts that tried to make their way into your brain. “You know I didn’t take you for a big Fleetwood Mac fan, Harrington.”
“Yeah, I didn’t use to be until I heard a little birdy playing it at Robins a few months ago.” You could hear the smile in his voice.
It had been one of those magical summer nights. It was a small get-together since Robin's parents were out of town. She planned a small sleepover before the summer came to an end. She was staying in her parents' room, Jonathan and Nancy would stay in one of the guest rooms, Eddie was staying in the living room, Steve was staying in her older sister's old empty room, and you would stay in her room.
You all sat around the backyard fire pit after a fun-filled afternoon of playing games, drinking, smoking, and laughing. You all drunkenly talk about anything and everything that comes to mind for hours. You had inserted Tango in the Night and it played softly in the background over and over. It felt like the perfect backdrop to a perfect summer's night. You remember that night fondly, just as his voice pulled you out of your head.
“You know the next day I went out and bought it.” You don’t know why, but a blush came to your face, suddenly grateful that the room was drenched in red. It felt so intimate to hear him say that, knowing that he noticed something so small.
“Really?” You said in a hushed tone, trying to focus on the tapes in front of you, a scantily dressed couple stared back at you. Oh god, maybe don’t focus on those either.
“Yeah, really. Sometimes I play it at night when I can’t fall asleep. I don’t know, it just relaxes me.” He confessed, and you could feel him shifting behind you as he moved some tapes around.
You started thinking about that night after everyone went to bed.
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One by one, they each disappeared until it was just you and Steve left. He got up to move to the seat closest to you. He looked so effortlessly beautiful in the light of the fire. He had a dazed look in his eyes, no doubt due in part to the beer and pot in his system. He held your gaze for a moment before saying anything. A faint orange glow illuminated his features.
“I want to-I never apologized to you for being such an asshole a few years ago.” He looked at you with a sincere expression, but you let him talk. “I regret it every day, and I'm sorry. I know I can’t make up for it now, but I’ll kick myself for the rest of my life if I don’t at least try.”
“Steve, I forgave you for that a long time ago. You’re different now. We’re all different now. Don’t worry about that.” You looked at him, pulling the blanket around you as the breeze started to cool down.
“I know it’s just…I was so stupid. And you were-are so…you. You’ve always been so confident and funny and intelligent and kind and beautiful. I guess it just made me jealous that I couldn’t express myself the way you did.” Beautiful. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. Your face was probably bright red, but you were just hoping he was too drunk to notice.
“Steve…”He stopped you.
“I’m being serious, I know you said you forgave me, but I haven’t forgiven myself. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He looked deep into the dwindling fire now, thinking about all of the snide remarks her made throughout high school.
“Thank you, Steve. I really appreciate it.” You sat in a comfortable silence as your mind repeated the word beautiful over and over in your head as you sat there for a moment longer.
You couldn't help but let out a soft yawn. “I think that’s our cue to go to bed.” You looked over at him; his eyes were heavy. You both got up, and you walked over to stop the music from playing. You slowly walked through the sliding door and walked up the stairs to your respective rooms, trying not to wake Eddie as he sprawled out on the rather large couch cushions.
The rooms were facing each other. Before you walked through your door, Steve stopped you, grabbing your upper arm. “Hey, princess?” He whispered as he looked down into your eyes; you could feel the tension between you.
“Yeah, Steve?” Then he pulled you in for a hug, the kind that made you never want to let go. “Thank you for being in my life, even after I've been a huge asshole, and thank you for believing in me.” His arms wrapped around your torso, and your arms wrapped around his neck. As you pulled back, your faces stopped right in front of each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face. You almost swore that he looked down at your lips and was about to lean in, but just as fast as the moment began, it ended. He let you go, and before you could turn back, he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Goodnight, princess.” He left out a breathy whisper.
“Goodnight, Steve.” You whispered back as you walked to the room and closed the door, unable to fully tear your eyes away from his face. You leaned back against the shut door, sliding down. If your face wasn’t red before, it surely was now. Your body felt electric. The sudden touch and kiss made your body light up. For the rest of the night, you couldn't get his face out of your brain, and you dozed off thinking of him.
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Your mind was clouded now. You were both standing up, looking at the tapes on the top shelf. God, those didn’t help either. “Okay, I’m done with this shelf, and it looks like we are only missing one.” He looked at his sheet. “I feel like I remember this being checked out like three months ago.” His voice grounded you back into reality.
“Jesus, 3 months?! Which one is it? Let’s hear it,” you said, trying to shake the last of the memory.
“It’s called Angel of Passion. You know what, I feel like I remember the guy that checked it out, too.” He was writing something down on the inventory paper. “I mean, yeah, I get being a few days late, but 3 months?! I’m not sure we’re actually gonna want that tape back.” He joked.
“I think I remember that too.” You happened to be working that shift together. “Wasn’t it that really sweaty guy? I rang him out for that rental.” You said, turning around now to face Steve after you finished up your section.
“Yeah, I think it was. He was such a creep. The way he kept looking at you gave me the chills.” He looked at you and shivered, playing up the bit as you laughed at his exaggerated body movements.
“Yes, exactly! And he kept ‘adjusting’ his pants.” You made air quotes with your fingers. “I couldn’t wait for him to get out. Thank god you were there, or else I don’t know what I would have done.” You laughed at the memory.
“I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to you, you know.” Be looked at you sincerely.
“I know Steve. Thanks.” You smiled back at him, “But I mean, how good could that movie really be? The plot must be incredible, some real A-list acting.” You joked.
“Yeah. He's probably only kept it this long because he loves the cinematography.” He played along with you, grinning. He looked down at his paper. “Well, it must be good because we actually have two copies of this movie. Let’s see what it’s all about.” Steve took the tape off the shelf, looking at the cover. It showed two women dressed up in suggestive angel costumes and one overly enthusiastic man with a porn ‘stach. “The back says, ‘Two angels are sent back to Earth to provide some sexual satisfaction to the mortal humans.’ So…that sounds like wholesome time.” He laughed.
You couldn’t help but blush at the concept. Your mind wandered back to Steve and his big hands, wondering how they could feel touching the most intimate places on your body. You could feel the heat in your cheeks deepen now. He looked at you after reading the back, and he obviously noticed the deep red color emanating from your face. “Don’t get all shy on me again, princess. Like I said, it’s natural. Hell, maybe I’ll rent it next.” He let out a laugh, joking, but you couldn't help but inhale sharply.
Your mind began to imagine Steve touching himself as he watched the dirty movie, but before you could spiral too far, you cut your own brain off and blurted out, “Maybe we can watch it together and see if it’s actually a cinematic masterpiece.” You mentally slapped yourself as you quickly realized how suggestive that sounded. Even Steve was mildly speechless.
“You never cease to amaze me,” was all he said before he pushed the tape back into the proper slot. He looked like he was shifting around more, but you ignored it, trying not to think about it too much and become even more embarrassed than you already were.
As you went to turn back around and work on the next shelf, Steve did the same. You both began to sort through the tapes. Just as you were getting back into the rhythm, Mystified came on. You couldn’t help but become even more aware of the small space you both occupied. You started to really look at the covers of the tapes as you accounted for each one. You felt the warmth in your body begin to grow.
It felt like each tape got more vulgar than the next, and you couldn’t help but think of Steve’s soft lips on your cheek. You felt like the heat in the room began to grow, and your breath became slightly shallower. You remember the feeling of Steve's large arms wrapped around your waist and how it felt to be engulfed by him.
You couldn’t help but swallow hard. You slightly squeezed your legs together, trying to placate the heat growing inside of you. It felt like the energy in the room took a sharp turn and shifted into a whole new direction. Instead of light and playful, it felt more intense. That’s when you felt Steve move behind you.
“You know… I meant everything I said that night.” His chest was practically pressed against your back; only a few inches separated the two of you, and you turned around to face him. You could feel your heart in your throat.
“What?” Your voice came out more helpless than you wanted it to, but how could it not when Steve was here, looking at you standing this close to you?
“You know what I’m talking about.” He placed a hand on your waist, the heat instantly making you lose your mind. You couldn’t help but turn around now. Looking up, you stared into his big brown eyes. His perfect hair was perfectly messy; he didn’t bother to do it, and you loved how it looked even more as it fell over his forehead and slightly over his eyes. You looked down, unable to hold eye contact any longer. He put his hand under your chin. “You are so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered it almost like he was talking to himself.
He took another step, word you getting even closer. “Steve, I don’t-” you feel like you couldn't breathe.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen.” He dropped both his hands to your waist. “Every time I looked over at you, my stomach would do back flips, and god, every time you laughed, I felt weightless. I know I was drunk, but I meant everything I said. You are the funniest, most intelligent, and incredibly kind-hearted woman I have ever met in my life. After we went up to the rooms, I wanted to kiss you so bad. I was building up the courage to do it, but I chickened out. I didn’t want to ruin this amazing friendship that we have built, but I don’t think I can keep going and pretending like I don’t have these feelings for you. God, I wanted to kiss you. I still want to kiss you.” He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to do or say something, anything.
“Then kiss me.” That was all the permission Steve needed before his lips attached to yours. The kiss was slow and passionate; he wasn’t in a rush, and neither were you. Your hands moved up to the back of his neck, and your fingers tangled in his hair, gently playing with his soft strands.
He slowly pushed your back onto the shelf as his hand roamed your waist. You only pulled back to catch your breath. You couldn’t help but look up and smile; his gaze was already trained on you. He looked at you like you were the only two left in this world. Without another word, he pulled you back in, but this time he deepened the kiss. He licked and gently nipped at your bottom lip as you opened your mouth to accept his tongue. You could feel the immense heat radiating off his body as you gently leaned up against him, trying to get as close as possible. With that, he released a gentle and heavenly moan from his lips. “Shit, princess, you can’t do that or I won’t be able to control myself.” You felt like your knees were going to give out at any moment.
He whispered into your mouth breathlessly. You could feel the desperation now. As things began to get more heated, he pushed harder against your body. “I don’t know how I’ve been able to last this long without kissing you. I’ve been dreaming about this for years now.” He practically groaned into your pouty, swollen lips.
Your fingers pulled harder into his hair in response. You needed him badly. As he rocked against you, you could feel his bulge through the fabric of his sweatpants. He moved down your arms and raised your hands above your head, turning up the heat and kissing down your neck. As he kissed and rocked against you, suddenly a few tapes from the top shelf came tumbling down onto your heads.
“Fuck.” you said in unison, rubbing the spot where they landed. You both looked at each other and laughed. Everything felt so surreal; you couldn’t believe you were here with Steve doing this. After the moment of laughter passed, he held your face and looked deeply into your eyes.
“I have had the biggest crush on you for years.” His eyes looked like they were begging.
“Really?” You looked back up with your eyebrows knit together. You then bring your hand up to meet one of his and wrap your fingers around his, gently taking it off of your face. “Well, l I guess we’re both in luck, because I have had a crush on you since before you knew I existed.” You bring his hand up to your mouth as you place a general, warm kiss onto the palm of his hand.
He takes a moment, looking speechless. He had never felt anything so gentle and perfect before. “I really, really like you.” He brings his lips up to your cheeks and begins to drown your face in gentle kisses. Anywhere there was exposed skin, he kissed. You felt like you were in heaven now; your body felt weightless. The feeling of warmth radiated throughout your entire body, and his mouth left hot, tantalizing trails as he kissed all the way down your neck until he pulled back.
He placed one more gentle kiss on your lips, and his hands made their way back on your face. His thumb played with your swollen lower lip. You couldn’t help but smile and blush; you felt like you could collapse from the weight of his gaze alone. You gently wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his face towards yours, resting your forehead on his.
“I really, really like you too,” You said breathlessly. “Ever since that night at Robin's, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your lips.” You admitted shyly. “And tonight in the stupid room, I’ve felt like I was gonna die this whole time.” Taking a moment to look at the low-lit, explicit setting you were in, contrasted with the gentle kisses and touches, made you laugh.
“How did you think I felt, the princess? God, every time you brushed against me, I felt like I was on the edge of diving off a cliff. I’m so glad I gave in, and I’m so glad I’m here with you. Even if we are in the stupid room,” he nuzzled his face into yours slightly. “What do you say we get out of here. We can clean up and put everything away, then we can go. We only have about two hours left anyway.” She started to pull back a little bit.
“Yeah, I would like that.” You hesitated for a second. “Do you maybe… want to come over to my house? My parents are out of town for the week.” You were almost embarrassed to ask, realizing how that sounded, but you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted him.
“I would love that. Maybe we can pick up breakfast on the way and take a movie from this place.” He smiled at you, obvious excitement flooding your face. He placed one last kiss on your mouth, and you two began to clean up.
After half an hour, you were finally done, and it was almost 5 in the morning. The sun hadn’t peeked out yet, but you know it would soon enough. Steve started to lock everything up before you both headed to his car. He had picked you up since you were on the way.
As you buckled in, he turned his body towards you, put a hand on your covered thigh, and squeezed. “Ready to go?” He said before he leaned in for a kiss.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” you smiled back, kissing him.
After he started up his car and turned on the heater, he pulled a familiar cassette from out of his jacket pockets and pushed it into the player of his car.
The sounds of Tango in the Night started all over again. “I lied when I said I only listen to this when I can’t sleep. I also put it on when I want to think of you, when I can't stop thinking of you. You bring me a sense of peace I never even thought I could feel.”
You couldn’t help but laugh out of pure joy. “You are going to be the death of me, Steve Harrington.” You smirked as you brought a hand up to his hair to push the fallen strands out of his eyes.
“You are way behind, princess. I’ve been done for since I laid eyes on you,” he intertwined his hand with yours and kissed your palm before he backed out of the space and headed home.
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All of the food was quickly demolished. The Princess Brides played out as you and Steve were tangled up in a blanket on the couch. You were extremely aware of his large hand playing with the skin of your waist as you leaned against him. The movie was mostly spent on stolen kisses and sweet nothings being whispered into each other's ears.
You felt so free being able to give in to your desire for him, and as the touches and kisses went on, you started to want to give in to all of them. And you decided to let yourself fall into him completely. Your kisses began to get more aggressive as you crawled into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you tugged his hair and the small of his neck. You couldn't help but grind on his lap. You wanted to get physically closer to him, but you also wanted to tease him. “Fuck, you know exactly what that's doing to me,” he groaned into your mouth, never pulling back. You could almost feel his heart beat against his chest, but then again, maybe that was yours.
Before things could get even more heated, he looked into your eyes, “Are you sure you wanna do this with me?” You smiled at the sincere question; he just wanted to make sure you felt comfortable. “Yes, of course I'm sure, Steve. I want to do everything with you.” He beamed as you leaned back into him.
You could feel the hardness in his pants against your hot core. You were so needy and desperate for friction. You moaned in pure pleasure, your hands wandered his chest, and his hands wandered yours. He plamed your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top. Your nipples were peeking out, and he began to play with them.
He suddenly pulled away, and his hands moved under your thighs. As he sat up, he hoisted you up with ease. He started walking up the stairs, and you left a love bite just below his ear; you could hear his low growl in response. He was making his way over to your room.
When he got there, he closed the door behind him with his foot and pressed you up against it. “After you closed the door that night, I couldn't sleep. I regretted not kissing you on the mouth and taking you like I wanted to. I stayed up all night and touched myself to the thought of your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.” He said between the kisses he littered on your face, neck, and chest. You moaned at the thought, imagining his needy face as he fucked his hand. Your core was already dripping, but now he pushed you over the edge. You might go crazy if you couldn't have him inside of you now.
“I need you to fuck me, Steve. I need you so fucking bad,” you pleaded. He walked you over to the bed and placed you down on the edge gently. He quickly removed his shirt, leaving his grey sweats hanging off his hips. You couldn't help but stare at his perfectly toned and tanned chest and arms. Everything about him was perfect.
“While I would love you fuck you like an animal, I want to take my time this time.” He was torturing you. He kissed down your chest and pulled up your shirt over your head, fully revealing your torso. He took a nipple in his mouth as his hand played with the other. He then agonizingly kissed past your belly button. He brought his hand to the waistband of your sweats and pulled them off, leaving you completely bare.
He sat between your legs and slowly pulled them apart, “Shit, princess, you're so wet for me already.” You couldn't help but blush, feeling so exposed but so safe with him. He kissed and bit each thigh as you pulled on his hair.
“Oh my god. Steve, please stop teasing me.” You said you felt like you were going to explode, he laughed, knowing what he was doing.
Until suddenly he licked a strip up your cunt. “You taste so fucking good. So sweet,” he grunted. His tongue worked expertly, and he licked and sucked your clit. You could feel yourself cleaning, needing relief, and something to wrap around, just as he slipped a finger in your pussy. He pumped in and slipped in another finger. He slightly curved them, hitting your G-spot. You moaned loudly and messily now; you needed the feeling of him inside of you. You couldn't wait any longer, and you pulled on his hair, forcing his face up to yours. He let out a moan, liking the needy behavior.
“Sorry princess, was I teasing too much?” He said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. You smashed your lips on his as you reached down to his rock-hard cock, stroking through his sweats. You could taste yourself on his warm breath, and it only turned you on more. You pulled his sweats down, releasing his cock. It was big, bigger than you have ever had. The tip was screaming red, and you could see pearls of pre-cum at the top. Your finger swept out the top, and you brought it to your mouth, tasting the little bit of him that you could get, staring into his eye. He moaned, watching you be filthy. His pupils were blown, looking almost completely black now. His mouth was slightly parted. “Now you're just being cruel,” you could help but laugh in pleasure.
He quickly reached down to his abandoned sweats and grabbed the condom from his wallet. He rolled it on like he was an expert.
He moved on top, and you could feel his cock press against your pussy. He stroked himself between your warm folds, back and forth. You couldn't breathe, being filled with pure pleasure. “God, you're incredible.” He said as he pushed into you, “Fuck, you're so fucking tight, so fucking wet.” He moaned, leaning in to kiss you. You moaned back into his mouth as he began to move and slowly pushed in deeper. He threw your legs over his shoulder as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you to.
“Oh god, Steve! Yes!” you yelled out. He moved expertly, each time he hit your most sensitive spot. He brought his hand down to your clit as he made small circles around your sensitive nub. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to control yourself any longer, and you felt a knot in your stomach building. “Steve, I'm gonna- “ you said breathlessly, unable to get the words out.
“I know, princess, me too.” You pressed his forehead into yours. “Cum for me, please, princess.” He begged now.
That was all it took as you squeezed around his cock, electricity flooded your body. At the same time, Steve let out the most helpless moan you've ever heard as he came. He pulled out of you and hovered over you as you both breathed heavily. His skin glowed, and you could help but appreciate him. “You're so beautiful,” you pulled him towards you as you gave him a gentle kiss. He rolled off and moved towards the top of the bed. He motioned for you to lie on his chest, and you complied. You pressed your ear against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
He interlocks your hands with his and plays with your fingers. You were both in heaven, pure bliss hung in the air. “You got it wrong earlier.”You looked up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier, when you said you've had a crush on me since before I knew you existed. I've always known you existed; I always noticed you. You somehow crawled under my skin and made a special place in my soul. I could never shake the thought of you. Even when I was with other people. I guess I was too much of an asshiole to realize what I was really feeling.”
He made small circles on your lower back, and you gave him a gentle kiss. “You can't even begin to understand how much I care about you,” he said softly.
You sat up a bit and held his face in your palms, “I have been crazy for you since the day I saw you, pretty boy. You make me feel so safe and so seen. You really have become my best friend over the past year. I couldn't ask for a more special person to share all of this with. Thank you for being so amazing.” You kissed him on each cheek, his nose, and then his mouth.
His face was pink, and he stared into your soul. “I am so in love with you.” He let it out, almost like he couldn't hold it back any longer.
For the hundredth time in the past 8 hours, you felt like you couldn't breathe, “I'm so in love with you.” You said back to him. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, and your limbs tangled into each other. The rest of the early morning was spent in kisses and touches until sleep took over.
You were in complete bliss as you sank into the warm embrace of the only man you had ever dreamt of loving.
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a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written since i was a young teen! so if you think its bad or you don’t think it’s bad please let me know!
