GOTTA GET ME SOME
summary: with a local girl missing and the whole town in disarray, you and the local man who’s made himself lead of the infestation, get up to more than you were supposed to
pairing: steve docker x f!reader
warning(s): SMUT, my britishness shining through, pinv, oral ( fem receiving), mention of outdoor sex, fingering, mention of drug use, slight age gap, manhandling
word count: 2.2k
a/n: yes.. this is how down bad iam, i watched like 20 mins of his screen time from youtube because you can’t find this shit anywhere LMFAO, i will take no further criticism 😭
The town had been in shambles.
Everyone’s eyes were on everyone, fingers pointed where others hoped they wouldn’t notice, growing more suspicious by every passing day. With the young girl, Hattie, the town’s crowned May Queen gone missing, everyone had been at a loss.
The traditions ran deep, taking days, sometimes even weeks to prepare for the annual May Day celebration that had been remarked on for hundreds of years. Silk ribbons, flowers in braided hair, and a parade that took up the high street. It was a happy occasion, though you’d only seen the darkness of it— a distraction. A rouse for people to let their hair down and drown themselves out to the world, ravaging themselves and each other in drink and drugs.
And about that time is when they had let a fourteen year old girl be lost to the world.
A search had been put out for her after she disappeared, people, still drunk, showering every unturned end of the town in stumbled steps and rambunctious shouts well into the night. The park, the schools, knocking onto every door that would open. They’d knocked onto yours come early the morning after, that’s when you were first pulled into it, into him.
A group of older men and women with flyers and clenched fists met you, standing from the pavement to your doorstep, eyes darting around in a shared insecurity of what people feared most.
That’s when you spoke to him for the first time.
“If you see her at any time, let us know..” He calluses out, chest puffed out and confident.
Steve Docker.
The organiser of the May Day parade, and now self-proclaimed law enforcer in her search it seemed. He had pulled people from every street corner, taking it upon himself to guide them into the woods and the furthest places in town, and they did, drawing in any help they could.
The neon green of his high-vis lit up the sharp features of his face, eager in his step as he rocked on his heel just outside of your door, directly in front of the rest. He’d been around before, and you noticed him, a casual figure in the community about ten years your senior, dumped by his ex-wife, leaving him alone and stuck between taking care of his younger brother, the town’s local misfit.
Though there was many.
He’d given you a tight-lipped smile, taking you in, eyes raking over your body more than that was allowed given the company. They paid no mind, absentmindedly peering about, watching you just as intently as you blinked back at him.
The poster was printed onto a sad, blank piece of paper, the ink typed in haste with letters jumbled, now crumped in the expanse of his hand.
You knew her face. Long, blonde hair, sweet eyes and a kind smile, there was reason she had been crowned, you noted. She was well known enough and liked by many, but you still shook your head. The most you had known of her was the walk she, as well as most kids, had taken on their way home past your house after the school run.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know her that well..” You replied blankly, offering a gentle, sorrowful smile back. And oh how he clocked that, gaze lingering on your lips far too long.
“Well..” His voice dropped, eager and assuring, his hand reaching out for yours a from where it hung at your side, “If you find out anything, at any time, we would be grateful.” The touch was fleeting, a split second as he squeezed your hand, and then they left. A congregation all following him back up the path of your front garden.
How you found yourself with him alone after that, you weren’t sure. You had been roped in amongst the rest, though unlike them, as their self-proclaimed leader, he had made an effort to group you with him. And him only.
A night of searching through the woods, crunching and tripping over tree branches had proved useless. And another early morning of stamping posters to street lamps was equally as disheartening. And it didn’t help the growing hours of her still gone had made everyone restless.
Most were far too tired to continue, taking off home and leaving you and Steve out in the dark alone. That’s the first time it had happened, in a huff of pants and desperate pleas, a confession of wanting you, and a fist bunched to his shirt as he pressed you up against a tree. He was more protective, and possessive over you then, growing closer to you, more than as a search partner, in fact his focus had shifted entirely.
And he wouldn’t admit it, but the only thing he could picture in his mind as a new area of the woods had been uncovered the following day, was taking you over the park bench and fucking you roughly with you bent over in his grip.
But he powered on, eager to prove himself for something, and at this point even he didn’t know what for. You had offered to help, following as your glances flickered to him ever moment eyes weren’t following you.
And as conversation and hours passed, to had decided to take your own investigation to his place. Some respite from the endless walking and tiredness, and a place to stay for the night. You offered it reluctantly, with the hour growing late and most helpers in bed, you’d not wanted to disturb anyone else.
He’d accepted without a word, only pausing for a moment to look at you, something flickering behind his eyes that he didn’t voice.
Something like want.
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Your feet followed after his on the stairs of the flats with the darkening sky behind you, the clink of metal under your shoes middling his as he took two at a time. His strides meeting the concrete along the balcony as he leaned up against the front door.
“Not the prettiest in here, but somewhere to stay..” He shoved the door open, pushing his shoulder against it and holding his hand out it to usher you inside.
It was dark, his fingers pressing to the small light switch on the inside as you stepped in, a dim orange glow filling the small room. The space was tidy enough, a small corridor with two adjoining rooms, opening to straight into the living room, a sofa, coffee table and tv just on the wall. You admired it for a moment, peering around the place to where the kitchen rounded into a counter, turning back to face him as he towered over you.
“It’s not bad..” You huffed a laugh, and he matched it, stopping just behind you, close enough you could feel the warmth of his chest at your back.
He had shut the door closed with a click, glancing down at you, face still flushed from the cold, his eyes glinting with a darkness that couldn’t wait.
You looking back up to him similarly, lips parting with finding something to say, but he answered it for you. In one swift motion his hands had found your sides, moving you up to the wall s his lips captures yours greedily, “I’m sorry I.. tensions high you know.” He excused, though not quite apologetic, he rested his forehead to yours. You only pressed your lips back to his, your hand finding its way to the nape of his neck to pull him back down.
“You want this?” His mouth moved along your skin, pressing to your jawline and attaching at your neck. A hand snaked around your middle, pulling you flush into him, as the other groped your breast through your shirt, finger rubbing over the hardening bud. His gaze met yours, waiting for confirmation.
You whined, the warmth of his mouth sending a shiver up your spine.
“Tell me..” He mumbled against your skin, ears pricking at the need to hear it.
“Yes..” You moaned out, and that was enough for him. His hips rocked into you through jean and fabric, the harsh press of his bulge rubbing into your clothed core.
“That’s it.. so fucking pretty.” He sucked a mark on your neck, nipping at the skin with teeth as his fingers traced down, fumbling with the button of your jeans, teasing the zip down as he slid his hand inside, cupping your mound between your panties. A finger ran along your slit, the heat pooling deeper and sending a wetness to your core as you bucked into his hand.
You ached for more, moving into his touch, begging silently for more, and he groaned, near watching you fuck your self on him so desperately.
His head rocked against yours, nose pressing into your cheek with a sharp exhale, feeling your arousal though the thin material. He let you rub yourself against his hand for a few moments as you whined, only satisfying your efforts when he slid two fingers through your folds and shoving them inside of your weeping hole. You let out a whine against his lips, his tongue sliding over yours in a fervent kiss, a trail of saliva messily coating both of your mouths.
Just as you did his fingers, the two digits curling inside of you, this thumb rubbing languid circles to your clit as they pumped inside of you. You clamped down onto him, taking in the stretch as your pussy sucked him in. He continued his assault on your mouth, his free arm anchoring round your middle as he rolled himself into you, the length of him spreading down onto his thigh.
He could feel you were close, thrusting the pads of his fingers deep as you arched into it, the pressure building with every drag of him, slender and long filling your hole with lewd sloppy sounds. He drew it out of you, your slick coating his fingers and running in a trail of juice down onto his wrist, soaking the chain bracelet clasped around it.
“Come on, cum on my fingers.” He demanded, rugged and rough, as you let go, drenching him in a clench, crying out into his mouth.
“Good girl..” You flushed, the heat releasing and buzzing through your body as he smirked, snaking his way down your body. His lips found every inch of skin from your breasts to your abdomens sliding the material of your top out of the way to expose your stomach. His tongue slid down your skin, your body jolting with the feel of him as his knees pressed to the floor.
His hoodie was shrugged off and thrown over the back of the sofa behind him without a care, eyes never leaving yours, as you braced up onto the wall, fingers clutching the chipping paint. The thin fabric of your panties were slid down in one tug, shoved aside to your ankles, with that same gaze, wide and dark staring at the sight before him.
“Such a gorgeous and needy pussy.. wet f’me yeah?” He flashes a smug grin at you breathless before, without need for an answer he already knew. You swayed your hips, your throat dry and lips parted, his palms smoothed at your hips as he cupped your ass roughly, inching you into him.
His mouth pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit and pushed in, running a slow, flat stripe through your cunt as you let out a moan. Your wetness collected onto his tongue, sucking down on the sweetness as he tasted you, carelessly bumping his nose with your swollen pearl. Your hands shoved to his hair, tangling as you angled him deeper with the longer strands of his mullet.
“Taste so fucking good too..” He groaned through you, the vibrations of his throat shivering through your body, electrifying every movement of his tongue. One hand braced you at the wall, wet muscle dipping through your hole, stopping your knees from buckling entirely. He didn’t stop until you were letting go around him, silent pleas into your warmth to give it to him, to give in, and your body obeyed, reacting with another climax.
He fucked you through it with his mouth, tracing his tongue through you, your cunt sliding over him, rocking into the motion as you dripped from his chin.
Licking his lips clean, he rose back in front of you, dipping his head down, finger steadily moving to your jaw as he slipped his tongue back into your mouth, making you taste you on him. “Sweet thing you are..” He angled you both by your hips, walking you from the wall and into the living room, still connected as your lower half was entirely discarded. He flipped himself down onto the leather sofa with a hard creak, legs spread wide as you stood beneath them.
You made an effort to peel the rest of your clothes from yourself, top falling to the floor as he did the same, shutting his shirt from his body. The hard peaks of your breasts pebbled in the cold and the taut muscle of his abs, the plush of his stomach rippled with his tight belt, silhouetted under the dim light. He undid it with a clink, eyes squinted at you as he traced his tongue along his lips, plump and raw from your own.
The belt slapped cross his jeans as he lifted his hips to undo it, a hand reaching in to unsheath himself, his cock springing ljt hot and heavy into his palm.
“Was gonna have you suck my cock, but can’t wait..” He muttered plainly, but even your patience couldn’t hold him back, his body leaning forward as he hooked you in by your waist.
Your knees extended either side of him, straddling his hips, rising above where his cockhead leaked at from his tip, threatening to bead precum. His fingers clamped over your hipbone, breath shaking as your hands hung around his neck, toying with the single gold earring on the one lobe with a flick of your finger.
He groaned, sinking you both down further as his feet planted into the wooden floor.
“Thought about this for too long since last time.. fucking you up against that tree.”
“Mhm..” You urge him on as he sucked open mouthed kisses to your neck, mumbling into your skin. “Liked it didn’t you hm.. fucking you where anyone could see, hand over your mouth.” It was hardly a question, your hips rolling giving him all the reply he needed. His other hand fisting around his cock, rubbing himself tentatively through your folds where you rested above him, mixing your arousal and his own.
“That pretty smile.. pretty sounds. Made my day that did..” His lips connected to yours once more, pushing in as you gripped him, eyes squeezing shut at the burn.
“Fuck, there you go..” He breathed, matching the way your mouth fell open as his face scrunched, sinking you down, taking him inch by inch as he bucked up just a little to meet you.
Desperate.
Fingers gripped your chin tightly, “Look at me..” You settle as he begins to move, giving you only a second to feel him fully until you were rocked against him, the darker hairs at his base grinding against your clit with every thrust. It was messy, sloppy, needy, the kind where danger and the air of suspicion suffocates the very senses, spurring on every bit of desire that tangled you both.
And you both took it gratefully, riding him with purpose as he fucked back into you, your breasts bouncing with every movement as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling teasingly. The jeans on his hips now slinked around his ankles, pulled to the floor and leaving your bodies fusing together in the stifled heat of the room.
“Taking me so well sweetheart..” His fingers dug further in, rubbing the plush flesh over your thighs and ass as they slammed back into him, his head thrown back against the back of the sofa. He watched you intently, never leaving yours even through lidded eyes, your mouth agape and vision blurred from the pressure curling deep into your belly. And he felt it, every clench and every pulse around him sending him further to his own edge as you worked your way to yours.
His thumb circled back to your clit with a practiced ease, never faltering even as you shuddered against him, rough, circular motions onto your core, feeling the way you he slid into you. The feel of him punching up into you and the added sensitivity to your core pushed you over the edge, face falling as you let go with a ragged shake.
“That’s it, my pretty girl.. cum for me, cum for me again all over my cock.”
He hooked his hands at the backs of your thighs then, riding out your high in steady thrust as he flipped you, pulling out before slamming back in. His cock leaked with you, hard and angry and wanting, your back now pressed where he was, the warmth from sweat and leather sticking to your bare back. He crawled over you, knee shoved into the edge of the sofa as your knees bent up beneath him.
Your shins pressed to his chest as he fucked you deep, moving back into you, the buckle of his jeans rattling against the floor with every harsh thrust. The room hazed over, filled with the scent of his aftershave and the sweet smell of your sex. His body collapsed into yours as his hips spasmed, slamming with a desperate need that kisses deep into you.
He grunted loudly as you took him, your cunt sucking him in greedily, throat tightening as his breath shook, his resolver faltering as the loose hairs clung to his forehead, “Fuck, fuck..” He followed after you after sharp thrusts, your legs clamping at his sides. His body pulled from you in a string of curses, his spend spitting out all over your stomach, your body already spent beneath him as he panted into your ear. His cock twitched as he forced his hands to the back of the furniture, caging you in either side.
His thumb rubbed into your stomach, swiping some of the mess from your skin and ghosting it along your lips. They part for him on instinct, your head lulled back onto the plush cushion, sucking the sticky sweetness into your mouth, his taste of salt and skin.
You hummed around him as he grinned, pupils blown wide, shoving his tongue in place of his thumb, cupping. your cheek to meet him. His free caught you where you thighs trembled and fell, both of your breaths evening as he softened, “Let’s get you cleaned up hm.”