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YOUR SUGGESTION FOR STEVIE:

Maybe you should do one where the reader and Stevie been friends for a long time no flirting or anything just friends! But then the readers boyfriend cheated on her so she seeks comfort in Stevie… then they kissed one thing led to another and yeah yk 💋

EEEK i love steven so much, such a sweetheart that man is❤️

Take In My Love

This fic WILL be containing: P in V[protected], mostly fluff, nicknames

You and Steven have always been close with each other ever since both of your moms met back in 72’. That one time whenever your mom dragged you over to their house since it was only down the street because both of them were going to have coffee, but also “She has a son! It’ll be fun, hun.” your mom said to you as she tied on your shoes since you didn’t know how too yet since you were only 6.

But that day? Was the best day. You and Steven played in the backyard on the wooden swing set he had, both of you having a popsicle in one had, the sun melting it as it dripped messily over your clenched hand around the stick as the other held onto the chain of the swing. Both of you giggling and asking “What’s your favourite colour?” and those cute kid questions.

But as the days pass, you two were inseparable, stuck to each other by the hip basically, no body could pull you two away. And since you guys lived so close to each other, you hung out with Steven basically everyday for hours until your moms called you back inside for dinner. Until the next day all over again, continuing what game or toys you were playing with last.

As you guys got older into your early teens, both of you 13. Steven constantly switched from his parent’s house to grandmas and would stay there for weeks that felt like decades. You constantly begged your mom to let you go see him, you did! But not so often since it was kind of far, and you didn’t have his grandparents number so how could you call him?

When both of you entered your young-adult age in 85’, both of you now 20. You moved to LA for your job, and where you often visited Steven wherever he was staying. In some apartment he shared with Izzy that was trashed, or the hell house that was even more trashed and barely functioning with his band that’s always played great fucking music but of course treated you with respect since you were closer to Steven than anyone else.

But over the 2 years in LA with steven, you’ve seen and also experienced the crazy parties, the after parties, the aftermath of the parties, drugs and needles, pills, snorting, drinking. Everything the band has done? You’ve seen with your own 2 eyes. But did you participate in the drugs? Yes, but only weed, anything above that, you’d just chop your arm off for fun. But the drinking? Obviously, who the hell doesn’t drink at a party?

~•1988•

You were dating your boyfriend of almost 2 years now, Jason. He was this tall 6 foot guy, with that perfect buff built, perfect sharp and symmetrical face, black hair with those mysterious green eyes that pulled you in from the start, day one.

The first time you saw him was with friends at a party when he asked you if you wanted a drink. You accepted and from that point on? The both of you never stopped talking to eachother every day for 3 weeks. Constantly meeting up to hangout someone or at each others houses.

He was a little quiet around people and sometimes you, but you thought he was normally quiet.

The start of the relationship was great, wonderful even! He always respected you, bought you flowers or whatever your gaze looked at in interest. Everything you could've asked for.

But as months passed by? He was still quiet and growing more and more distant. Cancelling plans, not picking up his phone when you called, zoning out when he did hangout. And it got you wondering.. Was he hiding something? Was he maybe seeing someone else behind your back? Your gut always twisted at the thought of it, every single time.

You tried to ignore it but it never went away. So you decided enough was enough, you had to see what Jason was hiding that he wouldn't admit to your face.

You got in your car and drove to his house, it wasn't that far really, only 10 minutes. And those 10 minutes? Fucking hell. But you got there after what felt like ages.

You parked the car in front of the house and walked in his house since he always left it unlocked like the idiot he was, even though he always has been since day 1. When you walked in, there it was. Moans and pleading that weren't yours, Groaning another woman's name coming from the washroom as the shower head ran water. Rage boiled in your blood at the sound of pleasure.

You stomped to the washroom, the door slightly ajar to let the heat out. The door slammed against the wall behind it as your gaze saw through the steamy glass door of the shower that Jason's back was facing as he was pinning some woman against the wall, fucking her like he did with you. Your voice boomed through the washroom in anger. "What the fuck, Jason!" His head whipped back to face you, his smug looking face and that stupid smirk not leaving his face as he chuckled. "What? Wanna join or something?" The woman laughing as her forehead leaned against his shoulder so you couldn't see her face that your fist so badly wanted to meet.

"Are you kidding me? Join?! You're such an asshole!" Jason laughed again, the sound making it feel like knife's stabbing your heart and gut at the exact same time. Tear swell in your eyes as your throat tightened, but you swallowed them back down. Slamming the door shut as you stormed out back to your car, every step feeling like stepping in fire.

You walked in the door to your home with mascara stained streaks over your cheeks. Every room and spot in the house reminding you of Jason, the kitchen where he'd help you or wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck and whispered how sweet you were too him, how "I don't deserve you, sweetheart." Now you know you really don't. The couch where you'd cuddle up on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back from under your shirt. The hallway where he would chase you and popcorned kissed all over your face when he'd catch you in his arms..

You decided to call Steven out of the need for comfort which he was always good at with you. With a shaky inhale of breath you picked up the phone and dialed his number. The phone rang three times before he picked it up. "Hello?" Stevens voice crackled through, he didn't sound drunk so that was good at least.

"Hey Steven, can- can you come over?" Your voice cracked and obviously filled with heartbreak. "Yeah, yeah I can come, what's wrong?" His voice filled with worry, he rarely heard or saw you upset ever really. Except those very few times something really touched your heart.

"Just.. I'll tell you when you get here, okay?" He nodded even though you couldn't see. "'Kay, want me to bring you a pack of smokes Malrboro red? I'll let you keep the pack." Stevens voice was soft and sincere but it made a little laugh come out of you, your lips tilting upwards. "Yeah, sure, thanks." "I'll be there soon." The phone clicked, disconnecting the line.

You walked to the bathroom to wash the black smudged streaks off of your face with warm water.

As the black mascara mixed in with the water, it didn't change the redness of your swollen eyes from crying on the drive home.

The front door creaked open as you sat on the couch curled up with your knees on the couch, the TV on low volume.

The couch sank as Stevens weight pressed down on the cushions, his arms immediatly pulling you into his chest like he always did when you were upset. His chin rested on top of the crown of your head as he tucked your head against his chest while his hand rubbed up and down your spine.

"So.. what happened?" Steven asked, tone soft and careful. You took a deep breath in and out before speaking. "Jason happened, he cheated on me. I went to his house and walked in on him-" Voice cracking again as tears started to fall without warning.

"Woah- hey, its gonna be okay Y/N." Steven's free hand cradiling the back of your head, his fingers threaded though your hair. He leaned back against the couch so your body was half laying on top of his. You buried your face against his shoulder as yours were gently shaking from the tears mixed with heartbreak.

Minutes pass by and you started to calm down, Stevens shirt having 2 little wet stains from your eyes on it, but that didn't matter right now. "You want the smokes now?" "Yeah.." Stevens hand reached into his back pocket to dig out the small box. and gave it to you.

You sat up, whipping your face with your sleeve before taking the box, grabbing a ciggarete plus your lighter off the coffee table to light it between your lips. Taking a long drag, you held it in your lungs then blew it out. "Any better yet?" Steven asked, you nodded your head. "Yeah, I'm a little better now.. thanks for coming on short notice, I know you were probably busy with making new music with the band or whatever." Stevens head shook fast, not wanting to make you feel guilty about calling him. "No! No Y/N, I wasn't doing anything, swear! I was just reading a magazine."

An eyebrow raised on your face and turned to look at him with the ciggarete between your lips. "Reading a Playboy magazine?" Your voice having a hint of teasing. He shrugged "Yeah, stole it from Axl, dude has a collection." Both of you laugh together.

Steven distracted you from the break up by talking about everything crazy that happened in the hell house. Axl’s crash outs, Slash running naked down the street because he took some sort of drug, Izzy moving into the walk in closet and making it his room, and Duff living with his new girlfriend that’ll probably last a month.

The stories made you laugh because Steven was making voices as if he was being them too. You were paying attention, but something about him always made your heart flutter for some reason, was it the way he always treated you with respect? How he knows how to make you laugh? Or was it just his overpowering sunshine of a personality?

Your eyes lingered on his lips for a second too long before Steven noticed, looking back up like your mind wasn’t wondering on how he kissed- “Hey,” Steven’s voice cut through your zone out. “You okay? I can talk about something else.”

You shook your head like it’ll shake out the thoughts out of your head. “Uh- yeah, don’t worry I’m paying attention, keep talking.” Steven didn’t believe you for even a second. “You sure? You sure you don’t want to change the subject or need anything? Like, absolutely anything?”

“Well.. I- no,” You hesitated, though you were craving for some sort of affection, you didn’t want to make it seem like you only invited Steven for just that reason. “No I don’t need anything, I swear.”

Steven tilted his head to the side, giving you the i-know-it’s-bullshit-look. “C’mer, sweetheart.” He opened his arms back up once again, the nickname making you pause but your heart flutter.

When you finally moved, cuddling back up to him. He leaned his body back down, wrapping his arms around you to keep you right up against his chest. One hand making small patterns on your back, you hear right above his heart beat.

He leaned his cheek against your head, then buried his nose into your hair and breathing in your shampoo, that sweet lilac and vanilla scent that he always complimented on.

“You still smell good.” His words slightly muffled against your hair, but yet he still made you smile. “Yeah?” You responded. “Yeah.”

You both started to watch the TV in comfortable silence with each other, enjoying and relaxing in his arms.

You looked up at him to ask if he wanted to order in but when you lifted your head up to look at him, your noses brushed against and lips accidentally touching, turning into a kiss for a second before you pulled away. Your face blushing pink out of embarrassment.

“Oh shit- I’m so sorry, Steven!” He just laughed. “Hey! No worries, I know it was a mistake.” Even though he wanted to kiss you more than just for that single second.

Your eyes looked back down at his lips, perfect, smooth and aren’t chapped like Jason’s. But even a pretty shade of pink, looking back at his eyes, the atmosphere changed. Not in a bad way, a more.. hot, lighter even.

Steven’s eyes went softer and relaxed, like saying it was okay for whatever you did, he was okay with it.

Looking at his lips again, then eyes, you looked back down to the perfect shaped pink lips and leaned in to kiss softly. Steven kissed back with his eyes closed, both lips moving against each other. Softly, gentle, warm.

You moved up to get more of his lips, his hand moved to the back of your head, cradling it to tilt your head. Your hand moved to his cheek.

The kiss went on for maybe 10 seconds before both of you pulled away but not too far for air as your noses brushed against each other. Steven spoke in almost a whisper to ask. “You sure you want this, babe?” The nickname again making your heart flutter, but you nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Steven dived back into the kiss, deepening it a little as he tilted your head. His tongue gently swiped across your bottom lip as if asking for entry, you parted your lips enough for his tongue to slide in and glide against yours.

The kiss was nothing like Jason’s, he’d always shove his tongue down your throat. But with Steven? Not even close, he took his time, savouring the touch with someone he adored.

His other hand went to your lower back, that sweet spot that always made your breath hitch, and it did, making Steven smile into the kiss.

Steven shifted in the couch, making you lie on your back as he went on top. His hand from the back of your head moved to the curve on your waist, the other going to your face, cupping your cheek. But your arms went around his neck, pulling him in closer as he came chest to chest with you.

His hands gently roamed over your clothed body, not yet taking off clothes.

You deepened the kiss with your tongue, moving more confidently against his.

Steven’s hands gently tug off your shirt, you put your arms over your head so it’s easier to come off. It falls onto the floor beside the couch. His gaze looks over you in awe and appreciation over your curves and perfectly smooth skin, like you were a greek god, fucking beautiful.

He sits up and takes off his own shirt, falling down to join yours.

Steven digs in his back pocket for a quick second, grabbing a foil-packet condom and places it on the coffee table so it’s easy to grab.

“You always carry one with you?” You ask with a little giggle, he nodded and smiled. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

His mouth presses back to yours. Your hands hook onto the waistband of his ripped jeans, fumbling with them blindly to undo the button and zipper.

Steven helps with yours but does it easier since he’s had a lot of practice, thankfully all of that came in a clutch.

Both pants come off, the only thing protecting them are Steven’s boxers and your panties.

He carefully holds your hips as he gently grinds his almost hard rock cock against your clothes covered pussy as each grind hitting your throbbing clit just right, making a gasp rise from your throat. Your hands clasp onto his shoulder, squeezing softly.

He does it again, and again, and again until a short moan came out into the kiss.

Steven pulls back for air before brushing his kiss-swollen lips against yours, panting softly. “Just tell me if you need a break or stop, okay baby?” The nickname making your stomach do a flip but you nodded.

Steven curled a finger around the waistband of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs until it pooled around your ankles, you shook it off and let it fall. Revealing your now stupidly wet, glistening pussy to him.

Steven pulled down his boxers, revealing his now hard rock and heavy cock. He grabbed the condom off the coffee table, ripping it off with his teeth to grab the rolled up condom.

He dropped the opened packet and glided the condom over his dick, making sure it wouldn’t fall off or anything stupid.

He leaned over you, lining up perfectly between you before gently pushing into your slick folds, making you both gasp at the sensation. The perfect stretch of your pussy from his cock making you gasp. Your warmth, tightness, and wetness making Steven gasp.

“You’re doing so good, don’t worry.” Steven assured you as his voice was a whisper. His hips touched yours as he completely sunk into you.

Both of you got adjusted from the feeling before Steven started to move, making you whimper from how good he was treating you. “You’re so perfect..” He said through his clenched jaw, moving slowly in and out of you.

He kept that slow paste up for maybe 5 minutes as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and against your throat, saying..

“That’s it, there you go.. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Just- fuck, you’re so perfect for me..”

“I love you.. god I love you..”

“Just take in my love..”

Kissing you, your face, shoulders, and collarbone over and over until a few hickeys formed on your skin.

He picked up the paste, going pretty fast but that’s just what he’s used too, but for you? You loved it. The head of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly every time he pumped back in.

Steven hooked one of your legs over his waist, hitting deeper into your perfectly, hitting every spot just right as soft moans spill from you as your hands grip tighter on his shoulders and your back arching up a little.

A light wave of heat flows in your lower stomach, making your hips meet up with his even though you tried to keep still. But his paste never stopped or slowed down.

“S-steven-“ Your voice shaky as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. “I know, don’t worry, I won’t stop, sweetheart.”

His lips brushed against yours before pulling you up closer to his chest by putting his hand on your lower back and pulling you closer.

Steven changed his angle, hitting deeper, faster, and harder into you now. Your back arching up farther. “Right there.. Steven please don’t stop..” Begging from the pleasure.

Another wave of heat flows over your body again, signalling that your orgasm was close. You hooked your other legs stitch his waist, your thighs squeezing around him to pull him closer to you as he continued to pump in and out.

“Just let go, I got you, don’t worry.” Steven panted into the crook of your sweat licked neck. You felt yourself getting closer and closer as the panting got heavier and moans louder.

Steven kept hitting your cervix just right, getting you closer each and every time it was hit until your orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenching and squeezing around his cock enough that it made him spill hot white stickiness into the condom.

After you both came down from the high. Steven pulled out gently, careful not to hit any sensitive spot even though both of you hissed gently at the sensation.

Grabbed the closest throw blanket near the couch and threw it over the both of you as his head laid on your chest, your arms automatically wrapping around him to pull him in closer. Both of you a little sweaty, chests heaving and panting.

As your breathing goes back to normal. He looks up at you with those soft puppy eyes of his before speaking.

“You feel any better now?” A smile cracked on your face and nodded, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “Never better.” Steven’s smile flashes at you and he presses a quick peck over your heart and laying his head back down.

His hands gliding over your curves, making small but soft circles on your skin.

Both of you have forgotten that the TV was still on, so the both of you watched until a peaceful sleep covered the both of you.

Morning rolls around as the suns warm yellow-orangey colour spills in from the balcony sliding door window, waking the both of you up.

You both showered together, Steven making you laugh from almost slipping on the slippery bathtub floor but holds you from behind under the shower head as water dripped down both of you, pushing your hair way from your neck, kissing the back of your neck and shoulder.

After you both dried off, Steven made almost burned toast, runny eggs, and yogurt that he forgot to mix, but yet he still put a smile on your face and one on your cracked heart that you almost forgot.

The both of you ate on the couch as he continued to comfort you. His arm around you and his thumb brushing over your shoulder since he ate fast, there wasn’t much food at the hell house. You’d be lucky to find a half bag of chips if you ever did which was very unlikely of.

When you finished eating and putting your plate in the dishwasher that always missed spots on a few dishes in, walking him to the door as he put on his shoes.

Steven tied his left almost broken converse shoe lace and stood up, stepping in front of you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into a quick peck on the lips.

“You gonna be okay alone?” You nodded, Jason’s a jackass anyway, it didn’t matter. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” This time you pressed a peck to his lips, pulling that big grin on his face. “Call if you need anything, okay?” “Okay.”

Steven presses one last lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back. He opened the door, stepping a foot out before looking behind to wave.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye Steven.”

I know this fic was a little shorter than the rest so i’m sorry it went by fast or if i’ve missed any detail!!

I hope this was enjoyable and that you guys liked it. I would normally write more of something more smutty which i kinda did in this but tried to make it as fluff as possible cuz i can’t see steven railing the shit out of someone PERSONALLY!!!! 😭