Airwiy Steve all snuggled up with his honey waking up mid wet dream
Airwiy Steve MORNING WOOD🗣️
Airwiy Steve’s cock twitching bc the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is that fat engagement ring glinting in the morning sun
(I’m screaming and running in circles over this, figured I’d drag you down with me 💞💞)
I’ve been dragged so far down from this ask that I had to write a blurb. Thank you for this, it’s all I think about now.
wc: 1.2k
warnings: 18+, age gap (steve is in his 40’s) slight somno, breeding kink, cream pie, morning wood baby.
The sun isn’t what wakes you up through the cracks of your poor excuse for blinds, it’s the warmth of the man wrapped around you from behind. Steve holds you close with an arm snaked tight around your waist despite the steady breathing from his hiding place in the crook of your neck. The soft patch of hair on his chest tickles your bare back pressed snug against him, and you still can’t believe this is the way you start your days now.
It’s been three weeks of dating Steve, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever get used to this. Especially what pokes the small of your back, or the way it stretches you out in a way you didn’t think was possible. Your hips shift on their own, letting the hard length of fit between the apple of your ass only covered by a thin pair of cotton panties.
The immediate flutter in your stomach at the feeling of him so close has your teeth digging into the fat of your bottom lip. Wiggling your hips again, he slides between your thighs, the tip of him tapping against your already swollen clit. A quiet moan slips from between your lips at the feeling, your body begging for more.
Steve’s grip on you tightens, his breathing coming out quick and sporadic. The blunt ends of his nails dig into the soft fat of your sides, grunting as he meets the next roll of your hips.
“Honey.” He murmurs, voice still thick with sleep, nudging the back of your ear with the tip of his nose.
“Good morning.” You whisper with a hidden smile, spreading your legs a little more, whimpering when his already leaking tip pushes your panties to the side for a fleeting moment.
“Fuck.” The word comes out of his mouth in a hiss, his hips searching for that angle again.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing this early, tough girl? hmm?” He chides, gripping your curves holding you in place, doing it with more force this time.
His name slips breathy from your lips, your leg hitching over his hip, giving him full access to you.
“So needy already.” He murmurs a little cocky in your ear, using the length of himself to push your panties to the side, groaning at what he finds. “So wet.”
“Want you.” Pushing your hips back with a whine, you relish in the way the tip of his cock starts to split you open.
“Always want you, baby.” He hums, reaching up to cup your breast in the palm of his hand, fitting himself half way in.
Your walls are greedy, sucking him in the rest of the way, and with a slow grind of your hips, he bottoms out. A string of curse words are whispered along the curve of your neck, followed by a sharp nip of his teeth.
“Oh my god.” Tilting your head back in a loud moan, he takes full advantage of the newly exposed skin.
His fingers pinch at your sensitive nipples standing at attention for him. Littering open mouthed kisses up to the soft spot behind your ear, he sucks hard enough for you to shiver. Steve sets a slow pace, pulling himself almost all the way out letting you feel every inch and ridge of him before snapping his hips, burying himself to the hilt.
The sound of his name, followed by short gasps every time he pushes the air out of your lungs fills the empty space of your apartment. He feels bigger in the morning, the stretch of him rolling your eyes in the back of your head with every thrust. The blunt ends of your fingernails dig into the tanned freckled skin of his forearm, finding the strength to meet the quick roll of his hips.
It should feel impossible to want more, but it’s all your body screams for. As if he can read your mind, his long lingers find their way to your clit begging for his attention. Using the pad of two fingers, he rubs quick circles on the bundle of nerves, earning such a loud moan of his name he thinks your neighbors heard. So he keeps it up, needing them to know who’s making you feel this good.
“Gonna cum for me, tough girl? Gonna give me what I want?” He whispers against your ear before taking the lobe of it in the heat of his mouth.
Jaw going slack, all you can do it nod, the tightening flutter of your walls telling him you’re close.
“I can feel it, you’re gonna make me cum too. Want that?” He adds a third finger to your pulsing clit, hips setting a punishing pace.
“Steve — god — I want it.” You whimper, trying to chase the high that’s on the cusp of breaking you into a million pieces.
“Where? Where do you want it, honey?” he grunts, his body surrounding you, losing himself in the feeling of your silk.
“I-inside.”
His hips stutter at your words, a deep growl rumbling from his chest sending another wave of arousal coating him. You’d be embarrassed at the sounds of just how wet you are if he wasn’t claiming you like a man possessed.
“I’m gonna —“ the second half of your sentence dies on the tip of your tongue for a moment when he keeps himself deep, grinding on that spot only he can find. “Steve, I'm — I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it with me.” He moans, twitching inside of you, letting you know he’s just as close.
All you can manage is a nod, pressing your ass as tight against him as possible, pushing him impossibly deeper, snapping that tight rope in your gut sending you tumbling over the edge.
“That’s it baby, you’re so good, so good for me.” He says the last part through gritted teeth.
A guttural moan rips from his throat spilling himself inside of you, filling you to the brim. He keeps pumping his hips like he’s trying to make sure none of it escapes moaning ‘mine’ over again turning possessive.
He doesn’t stop, until he physically has nothing left to give, wrapping your limp body in his arms, slipping out of your walls that beg him to stay. The two of you lay there trying to catch your breath, a small giggle escaping from between your lips.
“What?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Good morning.” You smile snuggling yourself deeper into his chest, basking in the feeling of him dripping out of you and onto the sheets.
“Best morning.” Nipping at your shoulder, he presses a grin against your skin, salt and pepper scruff ticking your cheek.
HIII HUNNNN. Thank you for your patience love <3 Here it is in all its glory, smut, smut, smut oooo
Divorce Lawyer!Steve x Reader (2.3k+ words of pure smut)
cw: 18+, mdni, smut, riding, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, ugh, all Steve goodness, set in NY, famous!reader,
Three drinks down, adrenaline pumping through your veins, you only had one thing on your mind. Freedom. It was seven months into this divorce--if you could even call it that. A messy separation, public legal dispute that was plaguing the city's newspapers, headlines screaming about the famous ex-ball player's divorce with New York's once most eligible bachelorette.
Hitting the town three days in a row seemed like a good idea in retrospect, but it was really starting to get to you and your reputation. But as you chased that sixth tequila shot with lime, it was the last thing on your mind.
"Hey, isn't that..." your friend's voice trailed off as she pointed her beer towards someone across the bar. You followed the point of the bottle, gaze focusing on a tall man--Steve.
A Cheshire grin spread across your face, eyes widening as you recognized him, his mole dotted face, thin wire glasses framing his face as he laughed with a group of other suits, those you knew as his colleagues.
"Oh my God," you whined, immediately downing the shot that was supposed to be for her. She protested, hands throwing up around her as she watched you finish it with a grimace. "What is he doing here?"
She shrugged, swigging out of the glass as she eyed him down. Her bobbed hair swung in the air as she tilted her head down to fully drink him in.
"You know if I was straight I'd be all over that," she replied, turning around to face the bar. Your eyes remained on the older guy, tongue darting out to lick at the corner of your mouth.
"Robin!" You squealed, swatting at her arm. She giggled in response, arm waving to capture the attention of the bartender.
"I'm just saying," her tone was suggestive, eyebrows wiggling with her words. "You should just get after it, I mean... see what Harrington & Partner really has to offer."
You considered her point, your own head tilting down to observe him as his head tilted back with laughter. From across the bar, you could see the stretch of his neck, the expanse of skin being exposed to show more moles, disappearing behind the fitted collar of his dress shirt. The dark bar lighting did wonders for him, highlighting the amber high lights of his hair, showing off the small gray wisps that poked out at his hairline, a testament to how men age like fine wine.
"I've already seen what it has to offer," you said under your breath, grabbing her beer out of her hand. She whined again as you finished it off, slamming it on the counter behind you. "And I want more."
Her jaw dropped, eyes widening as she took in your words.
"What do you mean you've already seen it?"
Laughing, you took a step away from her, bag fitted over your shoulder as you adjusted the dress you wore. "Long story. Late night. Tedious divorce papers. Did I say that out loud?"
She reached a hand out to you, but you dodged it, backing away from her as you made your way over to his group. Her eye roll was enough for you to know you were making a bad decision, but you couldn't care. Your mind was set on one thing only.
"Steve!" You cheered, waving at him as he looked at you confused. Immediately, his gaze dipped across your figure, dress hugging your curves in all the right places.
He covered it up with a cough, eyes widening as he suddenly realized he was in the presence of those he worked with. The sound of your name rolled off of his lips, a surprised cackle of speech.
"What are you doing here?" It was less of a question and more accusatory.
Your mouth dropped open in a wide smile as you held your arms out. "Celebrating my separation, freedom."
Realization crossed his features as your words slurred, the intoxication becoming clear as you lingered a little too close for comfort. The men he surrounded himself with eyed you as well, eyes flickering over you as you teetered on the heels in your feet.
"Ah," he muttered, tongue smacking against his teeth as he took a step back. His hand came up to adjust the tie that was fitted around his neck. "I see. Just a few months away from that."
The suits laughed, deep chuckles of laughter that screamed money. Old money, New York money, jurisprudence, whatever you wanted to call it. Rolling your eyes, you felt all the confidence of the tequila shots you took, pressing a hand to his arm. His eyes dropped to it, slowly dragging away to peer down at you over his wire frames.
"Excuse me," he said to the group, placing a hand to your lower back to drag you away from them. He lead you through the crowd, pressing you into a dark corner of the swanky bar. On the way, you had seen Robin, her thumbs up thrown in your direction.
"What are you doing?" He whispered again, backing you into a wall. He towered over you, immediately, you were weak in the knees, this interaction normally being behind the closed doors of his 30th story office.
Your hand found his arm again, trailing up the expanse of it as you craned your head back, a soft bump against the wall.
"Having fun," you sighed, biting your lip as he took a step closer to you. His scent overwhelmed you, warmth beginning to pool into the pit of your stomach as you rested a foot up against the wall.
"This is a bad look," he suddenly grew professional, straightening up as your hand left his arm and began to trail down his abdomen.
You rolled your eyes, dragging out a groan that bordered childish.
"You're a bad look," you retorted, reaching up to grab the lapels of his suit. Tugging him closer to you, you pressed your lips to the side of his neck. "You're wearing too many clothes."
He pulled away from you again, clearing his throat as he urged you from the wall. Fast in his movements, his hand was at the small of your back, pulling you towards a back exit, one you were unaware that was even there.
A black Lincoln sat in an alleyway, the door opening as he threw you in the backseat. You rolled your eyes as you sat up, pulling down your skirt as he slid in behind you. He muttered something to a driver, the car already moving as the world began to spin around you.
"You can't have people seeing you like this," he muttered, shaking his head as he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. Leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttered shut.
"Relax, nobody saw."
"Hmm," he was annoyed, the tone of his voice short. "You don't know that for sure. There's too much at stake right now, especially with the way his side is going."
You groaned, leaning fully into him as you began to trail a hand over his body. Touching any skin you could get was the only thing you were focused on, hastily unbuttoning his shirt as the car began to make turns throughout the city. He didn't oppose, only settled into the back seat of the vehicle even further.
"I don't want to talk about him."
You climbed into his lap, squeezing in the small space as you pressed your lips to his. His hands found your ass, squeezing as he ground you down into him. The stubble on his face scratched at yours, your jaw rubbed raw as the two of you made out, tongues fighting against each other.
"I think you're," he muttered in between kisses, his hands beginning to lift your skirt as your hands found his belt buckle. "The worst client I've ever had."
"Mmmm," you groaned, pulling his belt buckle loose. It clanked in the air, followed by the sound of the driver sliding the separation window closed. "Talk dirty to me, Harrington."
He laughed into the kiss, lips slotting into yours perfectly as you freed him from his pants. His cock was angry red, swollen through its length as you briefly looked down to grip at him. The girth of it alone had you watering at the mouth, wishing you had the freedom to sink to your knees.
You pulled away from him, pressing him back down into the cushion of the seat as he chased your mouth, leaning up as he wanted more. He groaned at your touch, his head leaning back against the headrests.
"Need you to fuck me," you whispered, adjusting so the cave of your pussy sat right over him. A pant escaped him as he felt your wetness, encasing him as you grinded down on him.
"You're gonna get me fired, hun," he moaned, teeth digging into his lip as you lifted off of him, angling him so his head pressed at your entrance. The small stretch of his tip had you mewling, the intoxication of the alcohol leaving your body as you got drunk off of a new feeling.
"We've barely left Manhattan," the grunt of words only worsened as you pressed lower, his length stretching you wide. His hands found your hips, guiding you lower.
Your knees sat on the sides of his hips, locking him in as you stopped half way, hovering above him. With your head tilted back, staring up at the ceiling of the car, your eyes watered, the heat of the moment making you so caught up that you cursed at your previous idea of skipping the foreplay.
"You talk too much," you whispered, pressing all the way down. Stretched down to the hilt, the both of you sat in silent groans, his hand finding the back of your neck to press his forehead into yours.
From this angle, you could see the chocolate brown of his eyes, sunken with desire, his lids hooded in pleasure.
"fuck." The hand that never left your hip raised you, a soft squelch filling the back seat as your wetness dripped around him.
As you began to bounce on his cock, his moans began to grow louder, fingers digging marks into your hip. The press of his cock deep inside made you feel weak, that spongy spot not being granted mercy as he drove into you.
"Steve," you groaned, swirling your hips as he mouthed at your neck, deep colored marks being left in his wake. The heat of his touch added to the fire pooling in your belly, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
Look at my dirty girl.
His words could've gotten you right then and there, if it were not for the alcohol in your system prolonging your orgasm. You loved it when he called you names like that, claiming you as his even when you both knew you weren't.
Such a bad girl.
That one had you squeezing your eyes even tighter, your hands resting on the tops of his shoulders as you rode him, bouncing in a frenzy that he had yet to see. The scratch of his suit pants against your ass was oddly soothing, distracting you from the white hot feeling building faster and faster.
"Need you to fuck me harder," you whimpered, reaching a hand up to tug at his hair. The sounds he made to the yank on his scalp had you pulling closer to your orgasm, legs shaking as he began to match you half way, hips lifting off of the seat.
A ring of white began to form at the base of his cock, wetness from your pussy building into a thick cream, your release teetering on the edge. He was close to his own release, his breath coming short as he fucked you, hips moving into an uneven pattern.
"Gonna cum all in you i-if you keep talking like that," he tried being strong in his words, but his voice failed him, cracking in the middle.
A small smile ghosted your lips, knowing exactly what it would take to get him to paint you white, release deep inside of you.
"Cum inside me," you whined, sinking lower as you pressed your lips to the shell of his ear. Your voice was low, scratchy from the frequent moans, borderline shouts he drew out of you.
"Make me yours, Steve."
He groaned, hands locking behind your hips as he began to drive into you, slapping sounds filling the air. Your hand snaked down to circle at your clit, tight circles around the nub that had your eyes rolling back.
"Show everyone who's pussy this really is."
With a low groan, he came inside you, fucking you through it as you found your release quickly after. It was the loudest one you had experienced, legs shaking as explosions tingled up your spine. His hips never slowed, riding out both of your highs.
You pushed off of him, collapsing into the empty leather next to him, legs sprawled wide open. Your chest heaved with exhaustion, yet adrenaline still coursed through you, tequila urging another round already.
"How soon do you think is too soon for me to marry my divorce lawyer?"
He laughed at your words, tucking himself away as he peered out the window. The city lights were far in the background, familiar streets nearing his home coming up in the distance.
"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, dear," he shook his head, leaning down onto you to press a kiss to your forehead anyways. You beamed at the press of his lips, tilting your head closer to him.
The look in his eyes that he gave you was sweet, something that you had once yearned for from your now-ex. You knew it was wrong, to be this smitten over your divorce lawyer, but God, was he beautiful.
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also--not proofread, but should be in the next week or so :)
CW: slight age gap (steve is 31, sweets is 23) , tension both sexual and emotional, mentions of seggs tr@ff!ck!ng, dark past, profanities, manipulation, that's all i can think of for this chapter; mutual pining
card suits divider by @cafekitsune 🃏🧡
“WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO DO?”
word count: 1.3k words
Chapter 002 recap:
"And the guy next to him?" Isabelle grimaces. "The erratic one with the stripper around his arm?"
Isabelle's lips tighten bitterly.
"That's Eddie Munson... my ex-husband."
♛
CHAPTER 003
“Your WHO?!”
You should've known.
You should've fucking KNOWN. The answers were right in front of you, clear as day.
But how could you have possibly had any inkling?! Eddie is such a common name.
And who's to say Eddie wasn't short for Edwin? Or Edward. Edgar, maybe. And the fact that the man owned a strip club? Isabelle never told you that.
But there were signs for that as well. You think back to earlier.
<< If I had a stripper in my life, I would treat her like a queen. >>
"THAT'S EDDIE?" you speak again. "Steve's buddy Eddie is your Eddie?!"
And without any further thought, Isabelle struts towards the group with her hands at her hips. You storm after her, curious as to where the strong need for confrontation came from.
"My, my..." Isabelle tsks, kissing her teeth. "Just how I left ya, Eddie. In the arms of some raunchy stripper."
<< If I had a stripper in my life, I would treat her like a queen. >>
When the group registers Isabelle, the atmosphere flips.
And it’s as if your whole world is jerked upside down too, watching your best friend’s past unfold before you—a past you thought you knew all about… but clearly didn’t.
"You have some damn nerve coming up to us," Shy Girl is the first to speak up. "After everything you've done."
"You have some damn nerve saying that to me," Isabelle counters with a satisfied smirk. "Wearing my set."
When the epiphany hits her, it's evident that Shy Girl goes through a whirlwind of emotions—denial, annoyance, anger, and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. Slowly, she pulls back, and Steve, ever-so-protectively, steps in, guiding her behind him as he offers his take on the situation.
“You really thought you did something walking up here, huh?” he hisses, a glare fixed on his face that is eerily similar to Isabelle’s. “The last four years mean nothing to you?”
“I can imagine they wouldn’t,” Eddie shrugs. “After all, she thinks of no one but herself.”
“ALL OF YOU put me through hell four years ago," Isabelle counters. "Must be absolute torment seeing a woman win for once in her life, huh?"
"You still with Terry?" Eddie chokes. "Or did you find some other man to use and manipulate? Or did you meet your match this time around and land yourself back in square one? Hence why you're here."
“Elle is doing just fine without you," you gather up the courage to say. "We're here to promote her lingerie line, actually. So you can pipe down."
“Elle?!” Eddie shrieks in disbelief. “ELLE. THAT'S the name you’re going by now?”
“What’s it to you?” you scoff, bitterly crossing your arms.
Your bestie’s ex-husband suddenly backs down. You can tell there’s a lot he wanted to say about the name but couldn’t figure out what.
“Nothin’,” he shrugs, tongue rolling around in his cheek. It certainly is something. “I just think it’s funny.”
“You think everything is funny, Eddie and that’s the problem," Isabelle scorns. "Putting your precious Hellfire Girls before me as they ran me out the club? Setting me up with your 'friend' who legit tried to traffic me? Screwing Chrissy Cunningham because you couldn't resist the idea that your High School Wet Dream finally wanted you after all these years? Putting me in physical and psychological turmoil that took me AGES to heal from?! Yeah...but I'm the devil."
"I never screwed Chrissy Cunningham, okay?" Eddie snaps. "By God, when are you going to let that rest?"
Your eyes trail over to Eddie's friends — and even his wife — all of them having an indecipherable gloss over their eyes. They squirm uneasily, noticeably more uncomfortable now, but still keeping their defensive stances.
BUT WAIT.
"Hold the fuck up," you raise your hand. "We're not going to gloss over what we just glossed over. You mean to tell me you almost got my best friend trafficked?!"
What WAS this life that your best friend lived before meeting you?! And why, after four years, are you just finding out about this now? In a random strip club in Vegas. An environment that now seems way too close for comfort. Could it be...?
"She left out the part where she pressed charges against MY husband and not Terry," Shy Girl barks. "Because she knew Eddie being in jail would entitle her to most of his assets. Makes her look like a goodie-two shoes."
"TERRY TRIED TO TRAFFIC YOU?"
"You know Terry?" Steve questions.
There's an alarm in his gaze, but it begins to illicit a softness the moment your eyes meet his. He raises a tender brow, eager for your input, but it seems you don't play a prominent role in this narrative.
"I know of him," you correct him. "Didn't know he tried to traffic Elle."
"So how'd you fund this business of yours?" Shy Girl questions Isabelle. "Daddy's money? Your leftover stripper money? Eddie's money that your lying ass wrongfully took?"
Your ears quirk up, and suddenly the environment is heavier.
"Leftover stripper money?" you can't help but echo.
"Wait a minute..." Shy Girl smirks. It's a memorable one.
An epiphany clicks as a dark laugh escapes her lips.
"Ohhh, it seems like your little friend didn't know you stripped, huh?What a surprise. You're in for quite the story time, girly."
You watch from the corner of your eye as Steve takes a cigarette break, a jitter in his hands so angry that it's practically seeping from his bones. Everyone else around begins to spew on about a phase in life that seemed so alien to you — all the while Steve's strong hands and delicious occupied lips were at the forefront of your attention.
A part of you feels bad that this is what you chose to hyper-fixate on. But can you really be blamed? Not when he looks like that.
"The courts are undoubtedly a just system," Isabelle snaps you back. "I deserved every penny in that settlement. I told nothing but the truth about my experience. Sorry if that taints the image you have of your husband."
"Funny how you're the one talking about telling the truth," Eddie chuckles. His gaze lands on you. "Wonder what else she doesn't know. Mind sharing with the class? Elle?”
"Even if she didn't know I was a dancer, she wouldn't have cared," Isabelle spits, speaking for you. "Women aren't objects Eddie. Kinda low of you to bag on the women who work for you."
"Who said I was bagging?" Eddie smirks. "What I'm getting at is that you're living a lie. And it's gonna catch up to you eventually, one way or another."
He steps towards his ex-wife with a seemingly newfound confidence, a rehearsed, amateur stance that still bothered Isabelle more than her exterior wanted to admit. You watch as she furrows her brows in retaliation, shaky fists clasped at her sides in rebellion.
"In fact, it looks like the day is here."
"We're leaving," Isabelle announces firmly. "Sweets and I are above this shit. This is the last thing we need."
<< If I had a stripper in my life, I would treat her like a queen. >>
Nothing made sense. Who knew the small, conservative, midwestern town that raised your best friend housed so many dark secrets? It makes you wonder if Isabelle would've even eventually told you this secret if the circumstances were better. It also makes you wonder what else she could be hiding.
You're drowning in your thoughts as Isabelle takes it upon herself to drag you out of the club. As an attempt to ground yourself to this —very odd — new reality, you turn around to get one last look at Steve and his friends.
And much to your surprise, before you can even sneak a glance at him, you notice that Steve was already looking your way too.
Summary: It’s been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been right in front of you this whole time?
18+ Only! MDNI!
Warning: AFAB reader! Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is given the nickname Peach. Individual chapters have their own warnings.
summary: a babysitting gig at one of your dad's employee's houses leads to a filthy affair of secrets with a certain mr. harrington.
a/n: i have not proofread this one bit, i just wanted to get it posted so i could start on some ghostface!steddie hehe. i suppose this is another installment of the older!steve/mr.harrington saga though in my head they're different people.
he's a scummy scumbag but that's okay because it's sexy (don’t do this irl) smut and inappropriate relationship dynamics. r is 23/24 and steve is mid 40's ish.
it had all started fairly innocently.
a simple phone call asking if you could do some last minute babysitting. sure. easy enough.
earn some extra cash for doing absolutely nothing.
your dad had recommended you. someone who worked for him, steve or something or other, you’d met him before but that was years ago when you were much younger.
christ, you had a degree now. navigating the post-grad world. not with much luck.
the actual babysitting had been simple enough, feed the kids, put them to bed and now you could just relax.
the house was huge. obviously not decorated by a man, or at least not on his own. it was all meticulously designed, you’d never know there were kids living here. or anybody at all for that sake.
you’re lounging on the sparkling white couch waiting for this illusive steve to get back from wherever. your dad had said eleven but it was well past.
he makes an appearance at quarter to twelve, sighing loudly as he steps into the large hallway. the door makes you jump, sitting up straight on the sofa as if it were illegal to be sitting comfortably on such an expensive piece of furniture.
you peer over the back of the couch as he walks into the living room. finally putting a face to the name. you’d gone to his wedding reception so many years back, unhappy and moody as you’d been dragged along.
‘i am so sorry,’ he says, shaking his head and removing the tailored suit jacket, slinging it over a chair, ‘the dinner ran over and then it was just awful traffic.. how were they? i hope they didn’t give you too much shit,’ chuckling deeply.
‘no.. no, they were great,’ you nod, smiling weakly, standing up to gather your things and finally leave.
you couldn’t help but notice how tight his shirt was, clinging onto his defined arms. you draw your eyes away quickly, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
‘good,’ he breathes, pouring himself a glass of whisky out of the obviously insanely expensive bottle, ‘d’you drink?’ offering a glass to you.
‘uhh.. not whisky,’ laughing quietly, still standing awkwardly in the middle of the obscenely large room.
‘it’s good stuff,’ he shrugs, still holding the second glass to you.
‘i’m okay.. thank you though,’ you nod, stepping closer to him. he smelled great. expensive.
‘fair enough,’ he laughs, taking a short sip, ‘right.. you wanna be paid,’ digging around his pocket for his wallet.
his pants also incredibly well fitted. there’s no need to mention what they were showcasing.
you give him a tight lipped smile, looking anywhere but his crotch.
his wallet is almost overflowing, stuffed with notes and various cards. you try not to gawp at the sight. your dad most definitely did not flex like this.
he hands you four fifty dollar bills, holding the pile in your palm. fingers clasping your hand. the sensation alone is enough to give you butterflies.
‘that’s too much,’ you shake your head, trying to refuse. a whole two hundred dollars to make mac and cheese and watch television.
‘no no, take it, thank you for coming so last minute, have you got a ride home? i can get you a cab?’ he nods, maintaining heavy eye contact, honestly making you squirm.
‘i drove.. thank you so much,’ placing the notes into your bag, still under his heavy gaze.
‘okay,’ he smiles, ‘i’ll uh- i’ll get your number from your dad for next time.. if you don’t mind?’
‘uhh..yeah sure.’
‘great.. thank you, again,’ his hand brushes against your arm, causing the goosebumps to rise instantly.
you give him one last shy smile and walk to the oversized front door. baffled by the things you were feeling. the small yearning feeling bubbling in your stomach. a man god knows how many years your senior. it felt wrong.
dirty.
-
the next time you babysit for him, he’s prepared. a bottle of fancy vodka left next to the whisky.
‘you’re a vodka girl, right? i can tell,’ he winks, a deep laugh erupting from his throat as he pours the clear liquid into a glass.
‘ahh.. how’d you know?’ you smile, not wanting to refuse the man, especially as he’d gone out of his way to get this for you.
he taps his temple, holding the drink out to you, ‘intuition..’
the conversation flows on, telling him about your degree and where you planned to go with it. him humbly flexing his own work, talking about the various connections he could make for you.
‘i know you’re robert’s daughter but i just.. i feel like i’ve seen you before,’ his eyebrows squeeze together, knee almost touching yours as his legs spread across the sofa.
‘i uh- i actually went to your wedding, the reception at least,’ you laugh, still heavily avoiding eye contact even though you could feel his eyes boring into your face.
‘oh my god, that’s right.. you were miserable,’ his laughter rumbles through the room, if the house weren’t so big you’d be worried about it waking the kids. not a chance they could hear a thing in this mansion.
‘i was.. i didn’t know you! my dad made us go,’ you giggle, just about meeting his dark eyes before quickly glancing down at his hand grasping the glass, noticing the lack of wedding ring.
he notices, rubbing the empty finger, ‘no,’ chuckling, ‘we’re not.. if you were wondering,’ you can’t tell if it’s a smirk or just his slightly tipsy smile.
‘sorry,’ you breathe, awkward that he’d noticed your attempt at subtlety.
‘don’t be.. we’re still married for now, but we’re not together,’ he nods, seemingly unaffected by the separation.
‘oh.. right,’ you chuckle, unsure of how you’d ended up discussing his divorce at midnight on a friday night. it wasn’t exactly anywhere near where you’d pictured yourself being after graduation.
‘d’you have a boyfriend?’ he asks, shifting slightly to face more towards you, still nursing the neat whisky.
you shake your head, ‘no.. not at the moment,’ staring just past him as to not make direct eye contact.
‘oh, i thought for sure someone would’ve snatched you up,’ his gaze falters, lingering on your exposed thigh, your skirt had slightly ridden up as you’d sat.
‘surprisingly not,’ weary as to whether you should pull your skirt down or let his eyes loiter. opting for the latter.
the attention was nice. unexpected. but not unappreciated. it made your stomach tight, slightly intimidated by his dark eyes.
‘hmm, that’s a shame,’ his tongue runs along his bottom lip, eyes slowly making their way up to meet yours.
you don’t know what to do. where to leave your eyes. his intense stare only worsening your composure. you’d have probably thrown yourself at him if he didn’t answer to your dad. complicating matters immensely.
‘you want another drink?’ he asks, leaning closer, shaking his own empty glass.
‘no.. thank you,’ the words struggle to come out, throat dry at the proximity of his body to yours. the smell of whisky and his cologne mixing to create an intoxicating smell.
‘sure?’ he reiterates, smirking as his eyes fall to your parted lips. mostly trying to regain air into your lungs.
your breath hitches in your throat, suddenly unable to speak, watching as he slowly moves over. cocky smile plastered across his face, relishing in your spreading blush.
he brings his face to within just a few inches of yours, pausing, ‘tell me if this is too much,’ the feel of his breath against your nose.
you shake your head slightly, almost paralysed by his eyes. it was confirmation enough for steve. his lips brushing yours softly, as his free hand moves to rest just above your knee.
your lips move with his, tasting the remnants of the expensive alcohol as his tongue glides across your bottom lip and into your mouth. a quiet gasp comes out as his fingers slide up your leg, his smirk evident against your mouth.
letting him take full control of the kiss, leaning back as his chest presses against yours. he takes full advantage of your new position, fingers creeping up your already short skirt.
you move back fully, back against the soft cushions. he doesn’t break the kiss as he moves on top, sliding between your now open legs, groaning into your mouth when your hands finally touch him.
resting on his shoulders as he manoeuvres his body, fitting perfectly with yours. he pulls back from the kiss, taking a brief moment to catch his breath, looking into your eyes for encouragement.
you haven’t enough time to process anything before his hips begin to move against yours, lips now attacking your jaw line. peppering kisses and gentle nibbles to the skin, eliciting a barely audible moan from your throat.
his hand had found it’s way to your panties, fingers rubbing against the cotton, ‘holy shit,’ he mumbles into your neck, ‘you’re already soaked.’
you recoil, burying your face into the pillow next to your head. this only makes him laugh, his body vibrating against yours as your panties are pushed aside, two fingers circling your entrance before slipping inside.
‘shit,’ you curse into the pillow, gripping onto his shirt.
his other hand comes up, coaxing your face out of the pillow with a gentle hand. when you finally emerge you can feel your cheeks heat up, his blown out pupils gazing back at you.
‘look at me,’ his voice bellows out, ensuring your attention stays firmly on him. you almost want to look away, just to see what he’d do.
there’s a small voice from somewhere up the stairs, ‘daddy,’ it whines and steve groans above you.
‘shit.. two minutes,’ he curses, removing his hand from underneath your skirt, climbing off of the couch.
you’re immediately jolted back to earth. back to mr. harrington’s living room where you were immodestly dressed. you sit up, face screwed up in disgust at your frankly whorish actions and pull your skirt down to an appropriate length.
‘fuck,’ you hiss to yourself, what the hell where you doing? screwing around with your dad’s employee who by the way, was at least double your age, was not on your cards.
you stand, frantic to gather your things and escape before he comes back down. you’d just ignore him if he called again. you could cut the loss on whatever you were owed for tonight.
you’re halfway down the long corridor when he creeps down the stairs, ‘sneaking out?’ his voice appears from behind, making you jump halfway out of your skin.
spinning on your heel to face him, every part of your body heating up with embarrassment, ‘i should get home..’
‘you don’t have to.. stay,’ he grins, walking towards you, one hand brushing against your arm.
you swallow, knowing exactly where that hand had been just minutes earlier. the feel of his bulge moving against your thigh. you almost shudder at the thought.
‘i shouldn’t..’ you manage to squeak out, mind preoccupied by what was hidden under those tight-fitted suit pants.
‘it’s late, i’m sure your dad wouldn’t want you driving at this time,’ he bargains, fingers squeezing around your arm.
‘okay,’ you breathe, relinquishing your stance, it seems it didn’t take much.
‘good,’ he nods, a smug expression overtakes his features, ‘give me two minutes,’ letting go of your arm and walking back into the dimly living room.
you stand awkwardly in the hallway, clutching your small bag and waiting for him to return from whatever the fuck he was doing. it was honestly made worse with the anticipation of what was to come. it was inevitable.
the light snaps off and he re-emerges, clutching onto a small glass of whiskey, motioning for you to climb the stairs.
you oblige as he follows closely, spare hand reaching up to rest on the small of your back.
‘ah.. i don’t think the guest bedroom has been cleaned.. i can make up the bed for you quickly if you want?’ he hushes, hand dropping to hover just above your ass.
you roll your eyes instinctively, it would seem men never grow out of the awful frat-boy tactics. he feigns shock for a brief moment before guiding you further up the hallway, towards his own room.
you hold your breath, entering the room. a large bed with silk covers takes up most of the room. he closes the door softly behind him, flicking on the lamp and setting his drink on the bedside table.
you marvel at the room, the extravagance of it all. it honestly could’ve passed as a five star hotel. he walks back over to you, running his hands around your rigid frame. unexpected overcome with nerves.
‘relax,’ he breathes, nudging his face into your neck, pressing amorous kisses down onto your exposed collarbone.
a small sigh leaving your mouth, which steve loves. taking it as a sign to continue, walking you over to the bed, hands groping any flesh they could.
your skirt flipped up over your ass as he continues the attack on your neck. your hands finally settling on his muscular shoulders, clinging on to his white shirt as you're dipped back onto the bed, his body climbing on top of yours.
'wow,' he mumbles, muffled by the crook of your neck, hands roaming the length of your body, 'so pretty.'
his large palm glides up, lifting your shirt with it, the cold air immediately leaving goosebumps over the exposed skin. only worsened by his soft fingertips trailing along behind your shirt, breaking apart long enough to pull it over your head.
your mouth falling open when his lips find their way to your neck once again, sucking on the tender skin. your fingers absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt, defined shoulders peeking out as you gently tug it down his arms.
moving down to rid him of his pants, not ignoring how big he already felt under your palm, wondering if you'd even be able to take him all.
'y'sure about this?' he asks into your neck, fumbling with your panties as your hand tries and fails to undo his belt buckle.
you nod, cheek brushing against his mess of hair still buried in your neck. he reappears, gazing down at you as your fingers continue to fumble with the expensive, over-complicated belt.
you finally unclasp the metal, gasping as his cold hands brush against your thighs, fingers finding their way to your sensitive clit, circling around, causing a hushed moan. terribly aware that his children were not too far from you.
‘j-jesus,’ you mumble, sliding down his tailored trousers and rutting your hips against his, feeling his already very erect cock against your centre.
he’s still staring down at you, inches away from your face, unable to decipher the look on his face, a mix between animalistic desire and lust.
your legs lock around his torso and he wastes no time in aligning himself with your entrance, only breaking eye contact to look down at the space between your bodies before sliding in, a raspy moan vibrating from his throat.
hand sliding from the back of his already moist neck, down onto his shoulders, his shirt half-off as he thrusts in and out, pressing his forehead against yours. it feels incredibly intimate, his hot breath brushing against your cheek, the sounds of his balls slapping against your drenched cunt.
your head falls back onto the pillow, hair splayed out around you, rhythmically slamming into you. eyes fluttering closed when his thumb finds your sensitive clit once more. he grins when your hips buck against his in instant approval.
'yeah? y'like that?' he breathes, slowing his pace as you clench around him, nearing your climax. you can't open your eyes to look at him, the immense feeling of pleasure growing in your lower abdomen.
his gruff groans only accelerating your orgasm, 'sh-shit,' you babble, digging your nails into his skin as you reach your peak, waves of hot pleasure running through your body, thighs squeezing his torso, pulling him deeper as you writhe against him.
a series of expletives tumble from your lips, loosening your grip on his skin as he continues thrusting into your now sensitive cunt. the sound of your sweet moans pushing steve to his own orgasm, hips stuttering with his final few strokes before pulling out, painting your thighs with his load.
his mouth hangs open as he catches his breath, running a hand through his damp hair, watching as you come back down to earth. you brave opening your eyes, catching his amorous stare, a small smile overtaking his face.
you're unsure of how to feel, slightly embarrassed, still laid bare on the cotton bedsheets, scrambling to cover yourself as he reaches for a previously discarded towel. cleaning the mess he had made on your skin.
'well.. i'm glad you didn't sneak out,' he simpers, removing collapsing onto the bed beside you, fully removing the half-undone shirt from his body.
'me too,' you attempt to contain the smile on your face with the pillow, though it doesn't really work, exposing your smugness.
he sits up slightly, peering over you to the alarm clock on the bedside table, 'it's late, y'should probably just stay here.. just say i got back super late,' falling back onto the mattress.
you nod, not wanting to defy his suggestion. not that you wanted to leave anyway, fairly happy to stay right here with him.
steve pulls the satiny covers fully over the both of you, turning on his side to face you. dimly lit by the definitely overpriced lamp in the corner of the room. his hand comes up to your waist, pulling your body into his.
you're clueless as to how this had all transpired. now in what was technically your bosses bed, falling asleep in the older man's arms with no idea how you'd explain this to your dad in the morning.
-
steve's lips wake you in the morning, his stubble brushing against your shoulder as you blink, remembering where the hell you were.
you hadn't woken when he'd got up earlier to get his kids ready for school, probably for the best. not wanting to answer questions as to why their new babysitter was still here in the morning, dressed in their dad's shirt.
'good morning,' he breathes, nose nuzzled into the back of your neck, strong arms snaking around your waist.
'hi,' you respond, slowly coming to, relaxing into his embrace.
'nancy's taken the kids to school.. we've got a little time before i've gotta work,' you can feel his smirk, wandering hands already finding themselves between your thighs.
'your ex-wife was here?' sounding slightly panicked, knowing deep down that whatever had happened last night would land the both of you in serious trouble.
steve picks up on your worry, planting a wet kiss to your shoulder, 'don't worry.. she just picks them up, we're good,' reassuring you only slightly.
before you can dwell on the thought too much, his erection presses against your ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat. you giggle, moving your leg to allow further access.
not quite sure what exactly was going on but absolutely elated to be involved.
-
your dad always had an extravagant party for his birthday. like, unnecessarily big with far too much money poured into it. you’d had to miss the last few years as his birthday fell in finals week.
the last time you remember going was when you were seventeen, you’d sat in the corner for the entire night watching as everyone danced and got drunk. wishing you could’ve been literally anywhere else in the moment.
this year, you’d have to go and deal with the fact steve was also there. in his best suit with those sickly fitting pants, hair perfectly styled and smelling like that intoxicating cologne you loved.
and you’d have to do it all without giving any inclination as to what was going on between you. it was about to be the hardest night of your life.
steve had even helped you pick out your dress. obviously opting for the most revealing option, trying to play it off as just liking you in black. you’d sworn there was a teenage boy alive inside of that man.
the last few weeks had been spent with him, mostly under the guise of babysitting. spending days at a time in his glorious house, waiting for nancy to collect the kids so you could leave his room. indulging in luxurious breakfasts, sharing clothes and enough sex to keep you satisfied for life.
not without plenty of gifts, hand-crafted pieces of jewelry and god knows how many bright bouquets of flowers now littered around your room. even adorning the beautiful diamond necklace you'd received last week, tonight.
your sister had questioned the sudden abundance of gifts but you'd carefully brushed her off, putting it down to some new guy you'd been seeing, she wouldn't know him.
the start of the party was absolutely fine. sipping on some rather expensive white wine, listening to your father go on and on about his life, never missing an opportunity to talk about you and your sister.
it was inevitable that at some point you would have to speak to steve. especially as you were his new babysitter and seemed to be over there a hell of a lot, working.
‘she’s great, isn’t she?’ your dad boasts, standing between you and steve.
your eyes meet his, a sight you’d actually missed all night. taking your bottom lip between your teeth, a small knowing smile on your lips.
‘yeah, absolutely.. i’d be lost without her,’ steve grins, nudging your dads arm. his eyes don’t leave yours, blood rushing to your cheeks, playing it off as just being bashful at all of the attention.
‘you’re over there enough, i’m surprised you let her have the night off,’ your dad laughs, slinging his arm around your shoulder and rubbing your arm.
‘ahh of course, she can have anything she wants,’ he clears his throat, continuing to make heavy eye contact, ‘she’s such a big help y’know?’
‘too right,’ your dad laughs, clinking his glass against steve’s.
you want to get the fuck out of there, unsure if you had the strength to not fucking pounce on steve the second your dad looked away.
the chat goes on for a little while, switching topics to unimaginably boring topics like whatever it was they did for work. steve had attempted to explain it to you, not that it was much help.
the small group disperses into their own groups and you’re left stood opposite steve, clutching onto your wine glass trying your damn hardest not to let your eyes falter to his package.
he leans in, whispering into your ear, ‘come and find me in five minutes.. there’s an empty meeting room down the hall, you’ll know which one,’ before pulling away, you suspect to go to said room.
you almost don’t want to. let him sit there waiting on his own as revenge for the flirtatious words he’d spoken about you to your dad. you don’t. obviously.
there was not a chance you could leave him be, especially not with the way he looked tonight.
besides, it was kinda fun. risky. there wasn’t much risk involved when you were at his house. other than dodging nancy in the mornings and hoping praying that the kids wouldn’t walk in in the middle of the night.
you give a quick look around, patting the older woman on the arm as you break away from the conversation you were only half-included in. trying not to trip over your feet as you exit, trying to find this meeting room.
there’s a row of almost identical doors and you want to curse him out when the last door in the corridor is adorned with a large, silver 69 nailed to the wood.
you open the door slowly, edging your way into the room when you’re pulled into the darkness. large hands grabbing at your waist holding your body against his chest.
‘oh my god,’ you say, almost too loudly, holding yourself steady as you grip onto his shirt sleeves.
‘shh..’ he hushes, you can just about make out his features from the small amount of light being let into the room. half of his face engulfed in the shadows.
‘you’re a child,’ you smirk, slightly tipsy and very much desperate for his touch.
‘i knew you’d find it,’ he chuckles, fingers digging into the fat around your waist, eager to feel the skin beneath your dress.
‘you’re not fu-,’ you’re interrupted by his lips crashing against yours, trying to pull you even closer. he’d mesh your skin with his if he could.
your hands move to cup his face, palms running against the stubble on his cheeks. jesus christ he could have you right here. you wouldn’t even care at this point.
his fingers inch your already short dress up, riding to the top of your thighs. you slip your tongue into his mouth, the one tiny bit of dominance you had in this situation.
a low groan rumbles into your mouth as one hand glides down his torso, stopping just above his belt. he manoeuvres both of you backwards, crashing into a rogue desk, fingertips surely leaving bruises as they clutch onto you.
‘we can’t,’ he mumbles, lips resting on the side of your mouth, leaving small, wet kisses as your fingers work on undoing his belt buckle.
‘we can,’ you nod frantically, aching to feel him inside of you.
the metal clanks together as you get it unbuckled, sliding a hand into his pants, palming above his boxers at his growing cock as he grunts into your mouth. falling apart at your touch.
the hallway light flickers on fully, footsteps leading up the corridor, stopping just before the room you were in. you pull your head back, eyes wide, just about seeing his worried expression.
‘well we’re about to do the cake, where is she?’ the voice you now recognise as your sister’s echoes in the hallway.
hand still comfortably dipped into his trousers as your head snaps to the door, making desperate pleas to god and anyone else above that she’d turn back around.
‘shit..’ he whispers, pulling your hand from his boxers by your wrist, distressed as your sister walks further up the hallway and back down.
you’re confident she’s back in the main hall as you exhale, relief washing over you, ‘oh my god,’ you giggle slightly, it was pretty funny now the immediate threat had gone.
steve does not share the amusement, his face straight as zips his pants back up, pulling away from you. you screw up your face in confusion, yanking your dress back down to an appropriate length.
‘jesus fucking christ,’ he huffs, tucking his shirt back in.
‘oh c’mon.. it’s fine, she doesn’t know.. no one knows,’ you frown, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to reassure him.
‘this was a stupid idea,’ jerking his arm away.
‘this was your idea,’ utterly dumbfounded by his attitude, nothing bad had happened so was the annoyance really necessary?
‘i know that- look, you should get back out there,’ he shoos you off to the door.
‘why are you being so weird? it’s fine,’ you breathe, now slightly offended that he was being so mean.
‘go.. they’re looking for you,’ patting your back, ‘i’ll slip out in a minute.’
one of the downsides to an older man definitely included his lack of a sense of humour. you didn’t appreciate having to explain simple jokes or why you found something funny. it was as if he felt the need to be serious about everything.
you shake your head as you slip out of the door, making sure the hallway was empty. there’s a lump in your throat. he still clearly thought of you as a child. someone that needed to be told what to do.
steve doesn’t make eye contact with you for the rest of the night. carefully averting his eyes when you’d try desperately to garner his attention. you don’t even notice him slip out of the door, deserting your plans to go over when the party had ended.
it all felt terribly embarrassing. not that you’d even done anything wrong. it was his idea to go to the room. nothing had even happened, your sister still had no idea anything was even happening between you.
you call him when you’re eventually home and sure everyone else was asleep. sitting cross-legged on your bed, the phone pulled over and resting on your lap.
‘hello?’ he speaks groggily into the phone. you’re shocked he’d even answered.
‘oh hello, d’you remember me?’ you reply, still slightly tipsy and now sharing the anger he’d obviously felt earlier.
he sighs and you can hear him sit up, bedsheets rustling in the back, ‘i’m sorry.. it was just- that was too close.. i can’t lose my job, you know that.’
‘nothing even happened, steve! you’re not gonna lose your fucking job,’ you snap, gripping onto the plastic receiver.
‘i know.. i just have to be careful- we have to be careful,’ once again trying to spin it as if you’d been the one to drag him into the damned room.
‘we are,’ you swallow, vision blurred as the lump in your throat reappears, ‘i know you’re scared but you don’t have to take it out on me.’
he exhales, ‘okay, i’m sorry,’ sounding only slightly remorseful.
‘i wanna see you,’ you sniff, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt, ‘can i come over?’
‘it’s late,’ he notes, you can hear the sheets rustle again and the soft padding of his feet as he gets up.
‘that doesn’t answer my question,’ deepening your frown, picking at a loose thread on your shorts.
you can still hear him doing whatever the fuck he was doing in the background, ‘i’ll be there in fifteen.. round the back.’
your frown immediately disappears, ‘okay,’ putting the phone down and jumping from your bed, getting your stuff ready to go.
you’re there waiting for him around the back of your house, an empty dimly lit road. you practically ran to his car when his headlights turned the corner.
sliding into the seat, slightly damp from the rain that’d started, he looks over quickly before speeding off. not giving anyone the chance to spot you.
there’s a small silence before you speak up, ‘i’m sorry,’ apologising for seemingly nothing. it didn’t matter, really. as long as he wasn’t mad anymore.
his hand comes over, resting on your knee, ‘we just have to be careful.. i wasn’t really angry.’
‘i know,’ you nod, though you didn’t. he seemed angry enough. enough to outwardly upset you.
you swallow any feelings of dejection. he'd apologised after all. what was the issue?
-
steve had been awfully quiet. suddenly not requiring your services as often. being overly cautious about your relationship, calling every few days and only inviting you over when the kids were with nancy.
you’re not afraid to bring it up when you do eventually go over. he was faffing about with some paperwork, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as you sit and watch.
‘why are you being so off with me?’ you speak up, curling your feet up underneath you.
‘hmm?’ he hums, barely lifting his head to acknowledge the fact you’d just spoken to him.
you huff, ‘you’re not even listening,’ crossing your arms over your chest.
‘i am,’ he slowly tears his eyes from the paper, looking over at you, ‘what’d you say?’
‘i said, why are you being weird with me?’
‘what?’ shaking his head, looking back at the numbers on the sheet.
you want to scream. tear the piece of paper into tiny shreds and sprinkle them across the living room.
‘you don’t call me, you don’t want to see me.. i don’t understand what i’ve done,’ you frown, shifting your position to face him fully.
he sighs, long and exaggerated, ‘that’s not true, nancy’s had the kids more.. i just haven’t needed you here as much,’ shrugging you off.
‘oh, so now i’m only your babysitter? you only need me here to fuck, is that it?’
‘you’re twisting my words,’ he finally puts the paper down completely, taking his glasses off and placing them on top of the pile.
‘so what am i? your babysitter or your girlfriend? i’m getting confused,’ sarcastic as you were losing your temper. he was great at evading the question at hand.
he blinks, ‘i’m not gonna argue with you, if that’s what you’re looking for,’ rubbing his temples.
‘answer the question.’
he’d never explicitly called you his girlfriend. you’d just sort of assumed that your relationship had gone past secret hookups. what with all the time spent together, the long hours spent chatting and the occasional, far-too-expensive gifts he’d gotten you.
‘you’re my.. i don’t know, my girlfriend?’ he’s so nonchalant with it all. only pissing you off further.
it was blatantly obvious just why his previous marriage hadn’t worked out.
‘do you want that?’ you ask earnestly, narrowing your eyes at him.
‘well not when you’re like this.’
it must’ve been a skill of his, to make you feel so crazy. so guilty for just wanting some clarification on your relationship.
you’re left speechless, opening your mouth to reply but nothing coming out. you look down, trying not to let him see your tears.
‘you know how i feel about you,’ he sighs, caressing your cheek, running his thumb over the blushed skin.
you nod under his grasp, squeezing your eyes to stop them from leaking.
‘yeah? you gonna stop being silly?’ he says softly, moving in closer. your eyes meet his, watering as a rogue tear slips out and rolls onto his hand.
you felt like a petulant child. like you’d just been told off and needed to be comforted. except, you only wanted to be comforted by him. his touch being the only thing to settle you.
you’d do anything to keep that. even if it meant biting your tongue and being ignored a few times a week.
he smiles when you place your hand above his, leaning into his touch. accepting that to have this, you had to take whatever he would give you.
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Your mom had many boyfriends, you liked most of them. They were kind and your mom seemed happy but her recent boyfriend was different.
You had just turned 20, your birthday was a thrill. Your mom's boyfriend had moved in not long afterwards, one morning you were rushing to get changed for work.
In a hurry, you didn’t notice that the bathroom door was preoccupied pushing the door open you slammed right into his wet naked body.
Gasping in shock and embarrassment you mumbled your apologies frantically as you ducked your head down. Hearing him laugh as he wrapped the towel around his waist, you didn’t want to admit that you had gazed down at his cock.
But as the day went on, it was all you could think about. The way it swung, the size of it and how the water dripped down his body. Trying to distract yourself until you saw him again.
You got home earlier than everyone else, your mom was still at work as you got changed out of your work clothes. Humming to yourself as the radio played quietly in the kitchen, not hearing the front door open.
As you beat the eggs in the glass bowl, still blissfully aware that you weren’t alone until you slammed right into him, again.
Gasping in shock as a bit of beaten egg splashed onto his shirt, nervously you grabbed a nearest towel and tried to wipe it off. Obviously making it worse.
“Hey, it’s okay” he laughed, moving your hand off his chest with his and stepping backwards.
With embarrassment, you turned towards the counter. Opening your mouth to talk, you were stunned as he was standing in front of you with his white shirt hanging either side of him.
He worked out, your eyes were drawn to his body. Stuttering as your cheeks flushed red, he stepped forward taking a loose strand of hair from your face and staring at you.
Breathing heavily for a few moments before he grasped onto your face and kissed you passionately. Sliding the glass bowl aside, his hands cupping your ass cheek and lifting you up on top of the counter.
Your hands felt his soft skin, his lips were rough against your skin. He moved your legs further apart, lifting up your skirt to expose your pretty lace underwear.
“These look so good on you” he growled, leaning closer to your thighs. His breath hit your skin, shuddering at the sensation.
His face slowly edging closer to your underwear just as the sound of keys turned into the lock, making you both move quickly apart. Jumping down from the counter, continuing to stir the egg mixture in the bowl. Steve turned around to look at you licking his lips with a wink before disappearing towards the front door, your cheeks flushed red as you clamped your legs together.
Your underwear was coated with your wetness as you thought of how close he was to you, your mom entered the room all happy with Steve who stared at you. She grabbed him a beer, kissing his cheek and whispered something seducively in his ear before leaving the room.
He shrugged, edging closer to you once more as her footsteps receded upstairs. The frying pan was heating the oil in the pan, as you felt his body hover over you. Watching over as you began to pour the mixture into the pan, your clit twitched as he grabbed hold of your waist and spinning you around.
Groaning as his lips crashed into yours, the wetness between your legs increased with every kiss. Moving until you were breathless and the sound of your moms name dragged him away,
“Don’t forget about your eggs” he whispered with a smirk, his eyes were dark and seductive as he walked backwards out the room.
Catching your breath as you leant over the counter, mumbling ‘fuck’ under your breath. You were unsure how much of the teasing you could take, you had always felt something between you both since you met him a few weeks ago.
You cooked your food, turning up the radio above the obvious sex noises from your mom and Steve. Trying to hide your jealousy as you disappeared into your room, you relaxed into the beanbag on your bedroom floor and watched your favourite show.
It got dark, your headphones still loudly projecting the film into your ears. A loud knock awoke you from your nap, startled you adjusted to the sight in front of you. Your moms boyfriend, Steve, stood in his dressing gown and the door covered his body.
Inviting him in, you arranged yourself onto the bed with slight nervousness.
“She’s asleep, I think my cock put her to sleep” he smirked, breaking the silence as he edged closer. His dressing gown fell apart to expose his fat cock between his boxers.
When his face was close enough to your face, he leant forward.
“I didn’t even get to cum but all I could think about was you” he whispered, looking down at his obvious throbbing cock.
His hands were rough as he pushed you against your leg, pushing your legs apart and pressing his cock onto your soaked underwear. You looked at him innocently, licking your lips suggestively. Dying to be touched by him, his beard tickled your face when he finally kissed you, moaning loudly into your room.
“Shush, I need you to be as quiet as you can for me? Can you do that?’’ he mumbled as he slid his tongue inside your mouth.
“What would happen if I wasn’t?” you spoke breathlessly as you licked his lips with your tongue, your eyes twinkled up at him.
Rubbing his hard cock against your clit, watching as you whimpered from the friction. He buried his face into your neck as grinded harder against your wet underwear.
“ You don’t get fucked full of my cum, which I know you are dying for. Aren’t you?” he groaned, those dark brown eyes glancing at you.
“Yes, Daddy” you whimpered, at the sound of your pathetic voice.
He pulled down your underwear and spanked your clit, you assumed he enjoyed being called “Daddy”. You whimpered as your clit stung from the pain, his hands dug into your skin as he gripped onto you.
“I don't want kids but I'll definitely be your daddy" he growled at you, his eyes were dark and sexy as sucked on your nipple.
Groaning against your chest with delight.
Your hands fumbled on his boxers, freeing his cock and staring at it. You gulped as you could clearly see the shape and size of it, he brushed it against your thigh making you moan. He raised it to your clit and slapped his tip on it, making you whimper sliding it between your folds before teasing your entrance.
His fingers playing with your clit as his tip slowly edged inside you, switching his movements between spanking and rubbing your clit until you relaxed around his cock. Biting your lip to muffle your moans, your clit grew wetter as his finger rubbed it in circular motions, your hips thrusting with the friction against his cock.
He began to slow thrust inside you, groaning as he watched you from beneath. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your head hitting the headboard as you moved. Your clit twitching as you moaned through your orgasm, covering his cock in your cum as you gasped loudly.
“Shush little one, remember what Daddy said. Fuck “ he groaned, his eyes rolled back at the use of the name ‘Daddy’, satisfying his new found Daddy kink.
Thrusting harder into your wet cunt, the sounds of his cock moving in and out of you making your clit twitch. His hands grabbed onto your wrists and shoved them hard in the mattress above your head, your hips moving with the bed that rocked against the wall. Biting his own lip, he lowered himself onto your lips. Wanting to muffle any sound other than the bed.
Your clit moved against his pelvic bone, making it twitch hard as his cock hit your soft spot.
“Fuck me Daddy” you whined onto his lips, the muttering sounds of his cursing made you slam your hips into his.
Watching him shudder as your cunt hit his tip repeatedly, not giving him a chance to think. Your quiet whimpers filled the room, as you fucked yourself on his cock. Removing his hands from your wrist, he held your body down to stop you from moving before he began thrusting hard inside you, your whimper transformed into moans as your cunt clenched around his cock.
The bed was moving quickly as he fucked you hard, you were moving closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night. His hands moved and lifted your legs up beside your head, bending his body backwards as you rubbed your clit.
His cock twitched inside you, any pre cum that had leaked out had been long fucked deep inside you. Staring deeply into his eyes as you watched his cock slid in and out of you.
“Oh my god, yes Daddy” you moaned loudly, moving your hand to cover your mouth in shock as your body shook.
He released his hands around your legs and pressed softly onto your lower stomach, gasping as you felt yourself squirt hard for the first time ever. Spraying your cum across his chest, feeling it run down your ass as he continued to thrust inside you.
Panting as his tip hit your soft spot, as you caught your breath. He slid out of you, still hard as you extended out your tongue for him to empty his cum. Groaning as you stroked his cock, your mouth swallowed his cock sucking the tip until you felt him cum heavily down your throat. The hot salty liquid hitting the back, your eyes stayed on him licking every last bit of cum off his cock.
Your bodies collapsed onto the bed together with exhaustion, finding sleep almost instantly.
You woke alone in your bed to the sound of knocking on your door, your moms voice echoed through the wood.
Holding a small suitcase in her hand, she threw it on the floor in front of you.
“Get packed, Steve is taking us away” her voice was filled with excitement and glee.
Frazzled you adjusted to being awake, the moments from last night came creeping back in. The smell of Steve was still fraugant on your skin, the taste of him was still clearly in his mouth.
You ached for him, his voice loudly made you shiver from downstairs. Calling you down for breakfast, your mom had disappeared into her room as you entered the kitchen.
He was smirking as he plated up the breakfast he had made for you all.
“We’re going away? How do you think we’re going to hide it? You hissed in a whisper, his body close to yours.
Shrugging, he brought his face closer to yours and kissed you.
“I guess you’ll just have to be good for me” he mumbled into your lips, still smirking as he turned away.
You were annoyed, he drove you crazy before but now you were going to be even closer to each other and unable to touch. You knew your jealousy would make it worse.
After packing, you sat in the back with your headphones in. Your mom fast asleep in the passenger seat, his eyes would glance to look at you in the mirror. Your legs clenched shut with every wink, smirk and look.
The motel was small, he had bought you your own room. Right next door, I bet he thought it was some kind of game. That fueled your anger and annoyance, as you laid on the bed with a sigh.
It was hot, hotter than Hawkins.
Changing into something that clung to your skin that was more revealing. Deciding to have some fun, like he was with you.
Sitting out the front on the provided deck chairs, you relaxed in the sun waiting patiently for your mom and Steve.
The door opened, Steve bit his lip at the sight of you. Sitting in the vacant chair next to you, his hand slid onto your thigh and squeezed.
“Jesus Christ, you know how to tease me” he groaned, trying his hardest not to ogle.
You laughed, winking at him just in time to see your mom appear in her new pink floral dress. Showing it off to you both, your slight guilt beat against your stomach as you both complimented her.
The evening was fun, Steve wasn’t as annoying around your mom. Your subtle teasing and flirting went unnoticed by her as she buried herself in alcohol. Both you and Steve slowed down on drinks but your mom enjoyed the freedom of being away from Hawkins.
Your moms body hung off Steve, as he carried her to bed. He disappeared inside with her for a while until he joined you on the uncomfortable deck chairs, removing two beers out of his pocket and handing one to you.
The clink of the glasses made your stomach tingle, as you drank together. You began to talk and laugh, watching the stars in the sky. You began to grow tired, standing up your body pressed against the door.
His warmth hovered over yours as his face edged closer to yours, breathing together. Refraining from meeting until both of you were unable to keep your hands off each other.
Falling into the room, your hands ripping off each other's clothes with loud panting and gasping. Bouncing down onto the rough bed, his lips traced your body before biting your neck hard.
Your hips thrusting against his as you lay naked together in the cool room, not caring that the walls were super thin. Your sleeping mask was lying next to your pillow, his eyes darted to it and forced it on you. Making you groan in delight.
He moved himself off you, raising your legs above your head and glanced at you with a smirk as he spat hard on your clit. Forcing you to hold your legs as he rubbed his spit around, you groaned at the sensation.
The ratio of spanking and rubbing made your hips buck even faster, your moans turning into pants. Your voice shuddered as his tongue slid inside your entrance, riding his face and fingers with his spit as lube.
Your body twitched as your arms began to ache, he quickened his pace. Your entrance is not as tight around his tongue, his palm sliding around your clit as you wail loudly into the room.
Edging closer to your orgasm, the wet sounds of him giving you choice but to cum. Coating his face with your cum, not stopping until your voice grew hoarse from moaning.
Staying in the same position, he slapped his cock onto your sensitive and swollen clit. Forcing it inside your throbbing walls, your hips thrusting onto cock as his hands replaced yours, the blindfold still tightly around your eyes as he began to fuck you hard.
Unable to do anything but moan at the sound of your bodies moving together, your legs aching as he kept them above your head. Your moans were loud but you didn’t care, he enjoyed watching his cock slid out of your pretty pussy.
“God, I love how naughty this is. But you have to be quiet for me, I want to fill your pussy up this time” he groaned, his hands moving down your legs and squeezing your nipples.
You whimpered softly at his words, nodding quickly and closed your lips tightly. He slowed down his pace, watching your body react. Your hips moving back into his cock, his tip hitting your walls.
He laughed, leaning closer to your ear and whispering “roll over”, whining as you listened to him. Your legs in the air as your head was pushed into the pillow, his cock still in you as his hands spanked your ass.
Guiding you onto his cock from behind, your moans muffled into the bed as his cock hit your soft spot.
The bed moved quicker as he slammed your body into his, groaning into the room. His cock twitching inside you, clenching yourself around his cock as you felt him shudder.
You knew he was going to cum soon, raising your ass higher onto his cock and thrusting against him.
“Fuck, I’m so close” you whine, your body shaking as he spanks your ass hard.
“Cum for me, cum all over my cock” he groaned, increasing the spanks on your ass. Feeling it ripple across his cock.
“Thank you, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” your moans grew a higher pitch as his cock slammed into you.
He gasped as you came hard on his cock. Still thrusting inside you as it continued to drip out of you.
“Oh my god, I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Would you like that huh” he grunted, slowly thrusting inside you now.
“Yes, Daddy. Please cum in me, fill up my pretty pussy” you whined, sliding back onto his cock.
He shuddered, finding it difficult to thrust slowly inside you anymore. Pounding between your wet walls as his tip hit your soft spot, your moans rippled into his ears as you felt him cum hard.
Emptying his hot sticky load inside you, slowly thrusting it deeper inside you.
“Thank you Daddy, thank you so much for cumming in me” you panted, he spanked your ass hard before kissing your cheek.
Staying in you until his limp cock slid out, catching your breath. He held you until you were both no longer sweaty, you were asleep when he tiptoed out back into his room.
In the morning, you were awoken to light knocking on the door. Your moms cheery face was staring back at you as stood there in clean clothes, the sunlight shining through the curtains.
“You fancy some food?” She asked, taking your packed suitcase in her hands. Nodding, you joined her outside.
Steve was already leaning against the car, the sunlight bounced off his face as he smirked at you. Pecking your moms cheek before helping her into the car, he winked at you as you both walked around together.
“You look hot in that dress” he leaned over to the open the car door for you, before watching you disappear inside.
The diner was warm and noisy as you sat together in a red booth seating area, your feet placed on Steve’s across the table. As you chose and ordered your food, your mom turned to you both.
“Did either of you hear that grunting and moaning last night? I think someone has having sex” her eyebrows knitted together as she looked between you both.
“No I don’t think, I was fast asleep” you lied, your cheeks flushed red.
Steve’s foot was sliding up your leg as he turned to face your mom and take her hands.
“Well, it sounds like I'm jealous of whoever was having sex” he smirked and winked at her.
She giggled and leant into kiss him, his foot edging closer and closer to your underwear.
You knew this wouldn’t be the last time that you and Steve would be sleeping together, your pussy still tingled from being filled with “Daddy’s” cum.
Okay so, this idea has been rattling around in my brain and I wanna share it with you-
MDI! this will have 18+ content!
But okay, AU with Older! Steve in his 30s or early 40s, but Reader and Eddie are in their 20s! Eddie made it big as a rock star, so he buys you guys a nice house in a fancy neighbourhood which coincidentally is next door to Steve.
You both just boldly flirt with him all the time as a couples activity. But your also just menaces, so he has a love hate relationship with the two of you. Your loud music and parties give him a headache, but he also can't forget how he used to be at your age. Still, he'd love to give you both a little discipline for once.
Especially when you flirt too much with him, or leave your bedroom window wide open so Steve gets a clear view of you two in bed. Uncaring if the whole neighborhood hears you screwing.
I have one idea, where you guys trespass and use his pool when you think he's asleep, only for him to come out and find you guys screwing in there too! Hes one hell of a sight too. Glasses perched on his nose, strong arms crossed over his hairy chest as he peers down at the two of you. Not to mention his gray sweatpants look so good on him. No wonder its so easy to follow him back into his house. After all, he's got a big enough bed, and the three of you need to discuss you trespassing on his property. Ideally with you wedged between him and Eddie because he can't get over the way you sound.
