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[two-sided-sun]

That hurtfull glance

> A knock. No words. No promises.

We’ve done this too many times to pretend it means nothing.

But it's never enough to mean something real.

(artemas-inspired, original story)

Please read with care.

((Full content warnings below.))

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TW: Explicit sexual content (NSFW) (minooorss what are you doing here?! Pleass don't interact <3) , Dubious consent, Toxic/ emotionally manipulative relationship, Ex-Lovers, Emotional dependency, Self-abandonment, bitter

NSFW : Dubcon, teasing, fingering, P in V, Gentle m!Dom, Pleasure Dom, oral (f receiving), porn with sad plot

(lmk if I forgot something :,))

Is heavily inspired by the music of artemas, maybe you get the vibe. It's probably great to listen to, while reading this. Have fun ^^

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When I heard the knock on my door, I knew it was him. He never called or messaged me or gave me any kind of hint that he was planning to come, but I knew exactly that it was him. Nobody else would knock unannounced at this time of day. Or rather night.

So I opened.

We didn’t greet, there was no need for fake niceties.

“Why are you here?”, I asked, my voice monotone.

He didn’t answer right away, which gave me some time to look at him. The dim shine of the streetlights in front of my dormitory made his wet skin glow lowly. It seemed like he ran here, his hair was a mess, some of it sticking to his forehead. His face was slightly wet and it didn’t rain, therefore it had to be from sweat. His breathing was ragged. Not a lot, but enough for me to notice. He was probably holding it back to not seem desperate to me.

His dark eyes stared into mine as if I was something someone else had and now that he was alone with me, it was only a matter of time until he would take me. His nose fitted proportionally perfect into his face. There was this little buckle at the upper part that I didn’t even have to touch to know exactly how it feels under my fingertips.

On his lips lays a little smirk.

“You know exactly why I am here”, he said coldly, his voice just as monotone as mine. But his actions weren’t.

He made a step in my direction, as if I had just invited him to come inside. I stopped him by closing the door, but he stopped me by holding it open and sliding a foot in between the door and the doorframe.

I knew I shouldn’t do it. I knew I should’ve kept my guard up, but I was too tempted to look at him. To see the emotion in his eyes. And that’s when it was too late for me to stop. Too late for me to stop him. To stop us.

He walked into my dorm like he owned it. Pushed me against the wall like he did so many times before. His touch was almost intoxicating. Kisses felt like a drug you tried to quit so many times, but you found yourself coming back to it too many times, so you just gave up trying. Just like he came back to me.

His hand moved to my throat. Not choking, but holding me firmly and pressing me lightly into the plaster. His nose grazed the soft skin on my neck as he kissed his way down to my collarbone. I let out a choked moan. Like I was unsure about if I should let myself experience this feeling.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

“When did you get so shy?”, he asked me with that arrogant grin he knew I hated so much I loved it again.

He knew exactly what he did to me and what battles I was fighting silently. He probably fought them too, but was too complacent to admit it. Maybe even to himself.

God, I missed him. I missed this.

I smiled and answered a simple: “Fuck you” and pushed his head down again, my fingers tangled in his hair.

“You always say that, but still you let me come back every single time”, was the answer I heard him mumble against my skin.

I stopped pushing him, but he went even further. Kneeling in front of me and worshiping my body like a silent prayer, when he knew exactly that he already sinned too much to get forgiveness.

When he pulled my pants down, he looked up into my eyes. Not asking for permission, but watching me fall apart in his hands. My knees opened almost automatically. Muscle memory.

I felt his soft fingertips on my folds, spreading them apart. Felt his hot breath on my skin.

He whispered: “Gosh, you’re so wet for me. Already.”

His eyes glanced up to mine for a second, mocking, teasing.

“And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

It was like I felt him smirk against my skin.

And the next thing I felt against my skin were his fingertips moving, teasing my lips softly. Which was a weird contrast to his usually mostly rough touch. But I know, he loves the teasing just as much as I do. And he knows that. He can literally hear it when I moan a little too loud at his actions. Just like now.

The usual.

I moaned softly, that’s when he knew I was worked up enough for him. He couldn’t stop himself from giving my swollen clit a quick lick and slapped it slightly before standing up. When he looked at me, his eyes were dark from arousal.

But he stopped himself.

He looked around as if he had just woken up from a dream. But one he wanted to see the end to so badly. His hand grabbed mine suddenly. When he dragged me to the couch, I almost fell, because I forgot about my pants which were still slung around my ankles.

His thrusts hit deep and hard inside me and we both moaned loudly in response. I felt his breath on the shell of my ear, he whispered:

“I know you missed this. Missed feeling me fill the void inside you.”

He thrusted inside again, slowly but hard and even deeper than before, leaving both of us groaning.

“How bad, I can’t fill the one in your heart.”

His words hit deep. His cock even deeper. Numbing the truth.

A bunch of minutes, a couple of thrusts, too many grunts later, he came. Inside me, but I didn’t care, because I knew he would clean it up for me. He cleaned my insides with his tongue and this way I came too.

What was once a kind of reward for us was a known routine for us by now. Looking back on it, that was probably his way of showing love or affection or maybe even just that he cares. No matter what I’d done or said, he always worked to make it all worth it for me. If cumming is the thing making it worth for you. And not numbing the hurting feeling, that grips your guts and crawls up your back, like it’s fire spreading on your body. But for your soul.

We laid silently next to each other. I heard his breathing and he heard mine. The only thing connecting our bodies being the last 2 hours we spent wrapped around each other. Filling each other’s needs. If you call sexual frustration a need.

We didn’t speak.

When I stood up, an unknown amount of time – probably about an hour and a half – later and dressed, my eyes roamed over the room. The same room as always. The same feeling as always.

When my eyes met his, it was like his soul laid sprawled out in front of me. Hurt and broken. Lonely.

That was the last thing I saw before leaving.

In my mind, I called it a goodbye. Forever.

But I wasn’t sure if that was even possible for us.

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Thank you so much for reading!

This is the first time, that I post any of my stories 😀

Constructive feesback is wanted baby!

[supernovarepublik]

Maybe next time Kosovo, at least Türkiye is finally playing again (NOT SHIP ART)

[two-sided-sun]

My baby posted again

[two-sided-sun]

OTTO FARRANT IS 30?!?!

ARE YOU GUYS KIDDING ME?!?!

so... while watching the last season of Alex Rider, my mum randomly asked me how old the actor of Alex is, which I answered with "I don't know.... probably 20, maybe 18 or something..." ASSUMING HE WAS ABOUT 16 IN THE FIRST SEASON!!

Then I googled and there were ARTICLES ABOUT PEOPLE THINKING HE IS/LOOKS TOO OLD TO PLAY THE ROLE

WHAT THE FUCK

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[ohdeery-meee]

every hot girl is extremely loyal to the mediocre book series she read at age 11

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

small thing I'd like to add here is that there is no bad fic as long as it's done with love <3

[supernovarepublik]

AGAIN, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY KOSOVOOOO!!! Also, I changed Tix's Albania design a little :P (NOT A SHIP BTW!!!)

[two-sided-sun]

My lovely pookie has a Tumblr now!!

Go follow!!

It's Hetalia themed but the fanart is sooo cool anyways!

[supernovarepublik]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOSOVO AHHHHHHHHHH

[001x456]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

how it feels occasionally revisiting your old fandom you’re no longer a part of but all the good memories are still there. #nostalgia

[two-sided-sun]

this but I keep trying to forget that half the creators got cancelled now

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

small things in life that are actually worth living for

your favorite people

your loved ones

your pets

animals

nature

the smell of rain

your favorite fictional characters

your favorite movies

your favorite tv shows

your favorite games

your favorite food

your favorite books

writing fanfics about your favorite fictional characters

reading fanfics about your favorite fictional characters

gay people

old man yaoi

archive of our own

[two-sided-sun]

lemme put girls on there too and then it's perfect

[justmeinadaze]

Heartbeat (Steve Harrington X Y/N)

A/N: Like I said, may be getting a lot of Steve especially with like season one vibes except he kinda grew up to the fucker he could of been. But then again...that good boy is still in there I'm sure...

Not in this chapter though lol both characters are spicy with walls they put up for protection.

Charity today I'm linking is Operation Homefront. They help veterans find what they need and also help put food on their tables which right now with SNAP and everything ended, anything can help!

Warnings: Sugar Daddy/ Mean Steve Harrington & Fem Sub Stripper Y/N, SMUT, big dick Stevie is always a pleasure ;), p in v, mentions of overstimulation (oral f receiving), LOTS of dirty talk, Daddy kink (cause I'm me), lap dance.

ANGST, Steve is a meanie and cocky as hell especially around the middle forward, hurts y/n's feelings by calling her a "transaction" and how she spreads her legs to get what she wants, the relationship between them is consensual and she's aware she's getting paid after each intimate session. Reader is a strong willed being and doesn't have a problem speaking her mind with him.

Near the second half of this story, Y/N does leave the stripper life to start over, ends up in a relationship where shenanigans ensue. She does find out that Steve is in a relationship so cheating is mentioned.

I think that's it.

Word Count: 5354

"It's late night Thursday I know that you heard me But you don't want the same thing Well two can play that game"

You hated dancing at the strip club especially on the weekends. 

You enjoyed the empowerment of being on stage and having control of the men in the room but fucking hated their wolf whistles along with their audacity to reach up and touch your body. 

Your boss always took care of you and the other girls though.

God forbid anyone got even remotely handsy, he would send his bouncers to come throw the person out, forcefully tossing them into the New York streets. 

You hated dancing at the strip club on the weekends… except for Friday nights…

Every Friday, an hour before closing, he would stroll in as if he owned the place with his expensive suit and perfectly quaffed hair, take a seat at the shadowy booth in the back and wait. 

The first time he came into the club, he drew your eye instantly from your place on the stage. 

He never even glanced your way, ordering a drink from the waitress before leaning back against the leather to casually flirt with the dancer who went on after you. 

You tried to ignore him but you couldn’t. 

Something about this man pulled at you like a wave pulling someone further out to sea. 

The first time you heard him speak was when your boss was trying to network even though he insisted you girls NEVER do this. 

“Have you thought about investing in another building, Mr. Harrington? We bring in a ton of funds especially during the holidays and weekends.”

“I bet you do.”, he chuckled smoothly. “Unfortunately, I’m not looking to invest in another…building…anytime soon. Kind of got my eyes focused on people.”

“Oh, um, well if you change your mind—”

When he continued to talk, you took the opportunity, bumping into your boss roughly with your back.

“Fuck! Desmond, oh my God, I’m…I’m so sorry! Some asshole just fucking ran through our dressing rooms and—”

“What?! Excuse me, sir.”

Your worried irises follow him as he scurries in that direction and the moment he rounds the corner, you visibly relax and smirk his way. 

“You’re welcome.”

“Thank you. I hate talking shop when I’m trying to have fun.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”, you sass, his eyes gliding along your frame as if to study you. “People don’t come to a strip club for ‘fun’. Not in my experience anyway.”

“Oh yeah? What do they come for?”

“Either they come to escape or they have nowhere else to go.” You lean your elbows against his table allowing him a good view of your breasts underneath your lacey red bralette. “Tell me, Mr. Harrington, which one are you?”

The man tilts towards you with an equally cocky smile, his nose mere centimeters from yours. 

“I’ll tell you if you honor me with a dance.”

I’ll give you a dance if you tell me your name.”

“You don’t already know?”, he asks, amusement hiding under the snark. 

“No, sir. Most men prefer to be anonymous and I’m good at keeping secrets. I’m also a good listener especially when your boss annoys his patron by saying his last name really loudly.”

You genuinely giggle and that makes him genuinely smile wider before extending his palm out towards you. 

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Y/N.”, you reply, shaking his strong, soft hands. 

That night you gave him your all when you danced for him, feeling small under his intense stare in the best possible way. 

He fascinated you, even more so when he didn’t try to touch you or himself while your body swayed in front him. A couple weeks passed before he even allowed you to sit on his lap and even then his hands remained around his drink while he asked you questions and vise versa. 

You learned later he was building you up and the first time he actually did touch you intimately had you feeling like you were going to come undone right there. 

Steve’s glass clinked as he placed it down beside him, his breath warming your ear as he continued to softly whisper.

“Do you want Daddy to touch you? Say it, honey. You know I need to hear your voice.”

“Please, Daddy, I need you to touch me.”, you whined, your naked body trying desperately to not grind against his suit covered frame. “I wanna feel you.”

The scruff on his chin lightly scratched your shoulder as he leaned against you, the fingers on his right-hand tracing along your stomach to your breast. Your breathing hiccupped at the cold that clung to the tips but when he gently ran them along your nipple, the sound that left your lips was obscene. 

“How does that feel, Y/N?”

“So good. Fuck…please, more.”

“More? What more do you want, baby?”

“I—mmm—I want to feel your fingers in my pussy. I want your tongue on my clit. I-I-I want your cock to stretch me open, Daddy, please.”

You didn’t know but you were the first person to crack his hard, cocky exterior. He genuinely thought about giving you what you craved because he desperately wanted it to but he knew he had to wait.

“Soon, sweetheart. Until then, why don’t you touch yourself for me? Show Daddy how you get yourself off when you’re thinking about me.”

While he always left your body wanting, financially that was never the case. 

Steve paid you after every encounter and every night when you got home, you stashed it away, saving it for a purpose you never conveyed. 

A few weeks later, your heart broke when he didn’t show up like he normally did that Friday evening or the Friday after. Just as you began to harden your soul and prepare for his absence, he appeared in the parking lot, leaning against the wall outside. 

“I thought you were done with us here.”, you sass, watching as his palm covers the end of the cigarette between his teeth to block the wind. 

“Were you looking for me, baby?”, he replied with that signature smile that had butterflies flying around in your tummy. 

“No. I just got used to seeing you, is all.” Steve casually blows smoke to the side and takes a step towards you. “You pay me well.”

“I see.” Again, he moves closer, the smell of his cologne wafting around you. “How would you like for me to pay you a bit more?”

“How?”

A throaty chuckle leaves him as he finally makes it to your space, his palm with the cigarette rising so his thumb could caress your bottom lip. 

“By giving you what you’ve been craving.”

“Which is?”, you ask, trying to hide the need behind your tone. 

Steve leans towards you, his mouth just inches from your ear.

“My cock stretching out your tight pussy.”

The following evening, he sent a car to pick you up and bring you to an expensive looking hotel room where you nervously knocked before his booming voiced allowed you entry. 

You half expected him to be waiting on the bed but when you sauntered in, he was at the desk with glasses on, writing something down within a file. When he wheeled back and finally acknowledged your presence, he smiled as you shrunk into yourself a bit.

“Whoa, what happened there?”, he inquired. 

“Nothing, you just look so handsome and I just got off work.”

“And?”

You absently gestured to your wild hair that was falling from its tie, the overexaggerated make-up Desmond had you wear, and short skirt paired with thigh high boots that made you visually seem trashy to other people. 

Blinking, his smirk grew before he calmly placed his glasses on the desk and rose to his feet. Every time he stood in front of you, his broad physique consumed you in a good way. When you sat on his lap, you felt the power that emanated from him and desperately wanted to please him. 

Taking ahold of your forearm he led you to the bathroom and proceeded to carefully remove your make-up along with your tight-fitting clothes. With every garment he discarded, a soft kiss followed. 

“Steve…”, you mewled, your fingers reaching out to tangle in his hair. 

His large palm abruptly grabbed your wrist. 

“What did I say to call me when we’re together?” You try to pull out of his grasp but he insists, holding you tighter. “What did I say?”

“Daddy.” An angry exhale escapes through his nose and your bottom lip pouts out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disobey.”

Amber irises flick your way, taking in how innocent you appeared to be in that moment with your hand clinging to your arm as you shuffle your feet. 

His cock twitched in his pants. 

“Hey.”, he coos, lifting your chin with his index. “I forgive you. Daddy’s just real particular about that kind of thing. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s ok. I understand…I just forgot.”

Steve’s lips press to yours and your whole body comes to life.

That night he made you feel like the only girl in the world, focusing all his attention on you.

“D-Daddy, I…I can’t…when am I going to feel YOU?”, you pant, pushing up on your elbows to see his cocky grin as he lifts his face from between your legs. 

“Are you not feeling me, honey?”, he teases, making you shudder and whine when he runs his wide tongue between your pussy lips. “I have to get you ready to take my dick, baby. You’ve grinded this sexy ass against me. You know how big I am.”

“I think I can handle you.”, you jest eliciting his eyebrows to rise to silently challenge you. “I know I can.”

After climbing up the length of your body, his eyes remained on your face as your gaze shifted between your bodies to watch him pull down his underwear allowing his cock to spring free. 

“O-Oh.”

Steve slowly rolled his hips allowing his tip to drag through your slick and a heavy moan left you as you collapsed fully onto the mattress. His head tilts, watching you come apart just from this while he continues to allow his length to rub against you. 

“Fuck…fuck…ok, I’m ready, Daddy. Please…”

The man above you allows you to whine a bit more, silently reminding you that you weren’t control, he was. 

Without warning, he guides his cock into your entrance and just his bulbous head alone stretches your pussy to degree you had never experienced. 

“Oh my God.”

Steve hadn’t said a word, allowing his body to speak while casually thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper inside you while his gorgeous eyes continued to watch you take him. Your back arched and he paused, your fingernails digging deliciously into his own back. 

“Is it…is that all of you?”

“No, baby, that’s just half.”, he murmured, his head falling beside your own. “I thought you could handle me.”

“I can. I can, Daddy…”

“I don’t know, honey. You sound like you’re struggling.”

“No, no, I’m not. I just…I feel so full…” The man groaned at your words, rolling his waist to allow him more access. Your legs wrapped around him and in turn one of his hands slid between you and the mattress to hold you closer. “I can take it. Give me all of you, baby, please.”

When his hips fully connected with yours, you saw stars, the moon, hell the whole Goddamn universe. 

“No one’s ever taken all of me before.”, he whispers causing you both to pause. It’s another crack in his demeaner, a wall he’s built for a reason. 

It’s ok. You have your walls to. 

Your lips tenderly kiss his cheek as your fingers fully thread through his hair. 

“Fuck me, Daddy. Use me and make me cum.”

That night and the many nights after he did what you asked; used you like a whore till you were both spent. It became a routine where he would come in on Friday’s and watch you dance, absorbing the way your body moved and the way men ogled what would be his that night. 

A driver would take you both to the same hotel where he would fuck you till you could barely breathe, take care of you, and then the morning after he’d be gone with a stack of cash and a little note reminding you how beautiful you were. 

After a year of this, however, things began to change. 

It started small; no note on the nightstand in the morning or sending the car for you to drop you off at the hotel to find yourself alone and him not showing up till after you fell asleep. 

Then it grew to him snapping at you more and more, the last night you were with him being the worst offender. 

“Daddy? Are…are you ok?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, he replied sharply, lighting his cigarette and turning his back on you to stand outside on the balcony. 

“You…you’ve just been…really short lately and sometimes—”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, this isn’t what this is.”

Your jaw tightens as you fold your arms and glare his way. 

“This isn’t what, WHAT is, Steve?”

His head angrily snaps in your direction, flicking ash over the rail. 

“What did I say to call me when—”

“I think when you stop showing up on time, start behaving differently, and become rude, I’m allowed to call you anything but!”

A sarcastic smirk paints his features as he takes a step towards you.

“At least I know you DO recognize your place. This is a transaction, little girl. I fuck you, I pay you. I don’t need you to ask me what’s wrong or how I am. You’re not my wife or my fucking girlfriend. You’re the whore I fuck to relieve my stress after a long fucking week.”

You blink back the pain at the bite in his words, suddenly aware that you’re in HIS hotel room, in HIS shirt, allowing HIM to talk down to you this way. 

He watches you abruptly open the glass door and stomp back inside, tearing off his shirt to put on your own before following after you.

You don’t even look his way as he reaches into his wallet to produce a bunch of $100 dollar bills. 

“Here. For tonight.”

Furiously, you take the money from his hand and toss it in his face, neither of you moving as it rains around you both. Grabbing your bag, you start to walk towards the door before pausing and turning back around to stride his way. 

Your palm flies, smacking his cheek hard enough that he visibly flinches. 

“I may be a stripper but let’s be clear, Steve Harrington, YOU’RE the whore. You parade around in your expensive suits, your fancy car and hotel rooms showing off your money the way we show our tits on that stage. The only difference is stripper’s dances end but your need to be seen never leaves, does it, baby?”

At your sarcasm, his eyes visibly darken. 

“You spread your money like a whore spreads her legs but the truth of the matter is I didn’t need any of it! Just like I don’t need you, you fucking asshole!”

That week you called in sick, telling your boss you had the flu. When you finally showed up for work on Friday, you waited, watching the corner booth to see if he’d appear. 

When he didn’t, you quit. 

You didn’t even notify Desmond or anything, you just stopped showing up. 

Utilizing your money, you contacted a relator and bought a photo studio downtown. 

“This is actually under your budget so you can save a few bucks to buy all that other stuff photographers need.”, the man smiled as you continued to browse the area. 

“Oh yeah? Like what, Liam? And you can’t say a camera!”, you joke, smirking when he laughs. 

“Uh, lights and that flash thing they attach to the top of the camera.”

“You mean…the flash?”

“Listen ma’am, I’m a relator not a beautiful photographer like you. I don’t know the technical terms!”

You giggle at his quip as he takes a few steps closer to you. 

“I may be overstepping my bounds but would you like to have dinner with me?” 

“I’d like that. I, um, I just kinda…got out of a chaotic…well, life, if I’m being honest but…”, you pause as the heat rises in your cheeks. “…I’d like that if you’re willing to take your time.”

“Sweetheart, I got all the time in the world.”

****

Three months. 

Three months since you left your old life behind and fully embraced the dream you always wanted; a studio with a steady clientele where you could take photos that people will see and appreciate. 

Three months in a relatively calm and steady relationship with a man who lavished you not only in gifts but time and kindness. 

Three months of not even thinking about Steve Harrington. 

“Boo!”, your boyfriend shouts, running up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. 

“Liam! I’m trying to focus.”, you lightly scold, your limbs resting on top of his. “Do you think your family will like this?”

“Baby”, he whispers taking in the cake you had prepared. “My sister is a sugar junky. Trust me, she’d love anything you bring if it will give her that rush.”

“I just want them to like me.”, you reply, leaning further into him and smiling when he holds you tighter. 

“They will, Y/N.”, he coos, kissing your cheek. “Look, I know you’ve been through a lot but I promise, honey. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You’re safe with me and my family.”

You beam wide, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before he lets you go to allow you to finish getting ready. 

An hour later, Liam was opening the car door for you in front of modest two-story house just outside of the city. Threading his fingers through yours, you allow him to lead you inside as he effortlessly opens the door without a key and shakes off the snow from his boots that had steadily began to fall. 

“Alright, baby, just put your shoes there and let me take your coat.”

The man grins as your palms smooth out your long-sleeve black dress and readjust the white belt around your waist before checking to make sure your hair was still in place the way you left it.

“You look beautiful. Come on.”, your boyfriend urges, lightly yanking on your end. “Charlotte!? I’m here and I brought someone!”

A young lady a bit older than you, rounded the corner out of the kitchen and threw her arms in the air. 

“Liam! You’re here! Oh and you brought sustenance!”

The man laughs awkwardly, patting her back and glancing your way. 

“Um, yeah, Y/N here made this FOR THE FAMILY. You sound like you’ve had enough.”

The woman sarcastically rolls her eyes, opening her arms to pull you into her embrace. 

“It’s so nice to meet you finally. Liam does not shut up about you. I’m Charlotte, the older and only sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”, you greet, pulling back to push yourself into Liam’s side. 

“She’s a bit nervous.”

“No reason to be, sweetie. It took my fiancée a year to even meet mom and dad so you’re already way ahead in likeable points.”

“Um, thank you?”, you ask with a little laugh. “I-Is he here? Your fiancée? I’d love to meet him.”

Both siblings exchange a look with a knowing smirk, appreciating that you’re at least trying to be social able.

“He should be here before dinner or at least that’s what he said. Man is always away on business but hey…I love the bastard. Come on, let me introduce you to our parents.”

Your boyfriend’s hazel eyes follow you around the house as he allows his sister to do what she does best, talk and mingle. After some time and a good laugh or two, you opened up much more and came to really enjoy the people around you. 

“Can I help you set the table?”

“Well, look at you, just so sweet. Would you mind draining the noodles and then putting them in that container? Oh! Liam, I think I heard the door open! Can you go check if it’s—”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smile as he waves his sister off and bring the hot pot to the sink. It’s a bit bigger than what you’re accustomed to, having only made meals for one or two people but you do your best as you listen to everyone getting up to great the new person who entered the house. 

“Stevie, baby, I’m so glad you’re here!”

“You said this was important to you so I’m here. Plus, I wanted to meet Liam’s new—”

 The sound of crashing startled everyone but not as much as the fact that Steve Harrington was currently in the same house as you. 

“Charlotte! This thing is twice as big as she is! I got it, honey.”, Liam defended, lifting the handles of the pot that had fallen in the sink. 

You couldn’t move; you could barely breathe. 

You ran from a life for a reason and part of that life somehow found its way back to you. 

If Steve was rattled, he didn’t show it; his eyes fleeting from your face down your body. 

“Are you ok?”, your boyfriend asked, his palms cupping your face. 

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, I just…I’m not as strong as I thought I was.”, you giggle, wiping your palms on the rag nearby. “This must be…the fiancée you mentioned.”

“Yup.”, Charlotte beams. “This is Steve Harrington. Steve, this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”, the man smirks, extending his hand to shake yours. You allow it for a split second before pulling back and circling your arm around your boyfriend. “It’s so odd, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Your eyes blink as you try not to scowl his way.

“Y/N’s a brilliant photographer. Maybe she’s taken a picture of one of your buildings or friends.”

“Hm, I don’t think so. A gorgeous woman like this wouldn’t be caught dead spending times with whores like us.”

“Oh my God.”, his fiancée sighs, lightly hitting his chest while his eyes remain glued on you. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. He’s got a mouth on him and zero tact for social situations…”

“It’s alright. I can be pretty mouthy to.”

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Dinner could not end fast enough and you could tell Steve was enjoying your discomfort. 

You loved your boyfriend and usually loved the way he bragged about you but anytime he answered someone’s question about you, your stomach turned. 

“So, Y/N, Liam said you two met when he showed you a studio for sale?”, his mother asked casually. 

“Yes ma’am. He was incredibly sweet and made me laugh.”, you grin. “He also didn’t try to take advantage which I appreciate.”

“Studios in New York can be fairly expensive. Must have cost every penny.”, Steve remarked, smiling sarcastically towards you. “How much was it if you don’t mind me asking. Buildings are kind of my thing.”

“Like you said…”, you mumble. “…It cost me every penny.”

“Naw, she was definitely able to get some of her essentials because of me.”, Liam grins, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair. 

“And you make a lot of money taking pictures?”

“Jesus, you really are focused on my finances. There are more important things than money.”

“Yeah? Like what?”, he counters. 

“Manners for one. Empathy and respect.” You realize the tension in the room heightened and you lean into your boyfriend’s side. “Everything Liam has.”

The man smiles and tilts down to kiss your lips, hugging you tighter to him. 

“Aw, you two are cute.”, Charlotte coos. “Y/N, now that you’re a part of our family, you’ll have to help me plan our wedding.”

“Oh, um—”

“Char, remember what we talked about?”, the boy beside you murmurs her way, coming to your defense. 

“Calm down, Liam! Steve only proposed three months ago but I still feel like I’m behind. All my friends are like…”

As she continues to babble, your gaze shifts to the man across from you. He proposed to her after your fight…or maybe that’s why he was so short with you that night…because he asked her to marry him and he didn’t know how to let you go easy. 

A thought hit you while your brain continued to spiral. 

She said it took her fiancée a year before he met the family but—

“How long have you two been together?”, you ask abruptly. 

“Oh, Jesus.”, Charlotte muses, looping her arm through Steve’s and leaning her head on his bicep. “Two years, I think. Right, baby?”

“If anyone would know, honey, it’d be you.”, he replied flatly causing your head to tilt. 

“Well, your parents introduced us at that party they throw every year and we’ve been once since then. I swear, Y/N, sometimes my brain…”, she chuckles. 

“Two years. That’s a long time.”, you smile. “It’s always good to find someone you know you can love and trust with all your heart.”

The businessman’s head snaps up at your comment, his eyes darkening before grinning your way. 

“I like her, Liam. Don’t let this little girl go.”

“I don’t want to. I like her a lot and…I think you like me to?”, he teases making you giggle but out of the corner of your eye you swear you see Steve roll his own. 

“I do and I like you guys to.”, you address the family. “I hope I didn’t ruin anything with…dropping the pot or—”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it.”, Liam’s dad dismisses with a wave. “If we let every clumsy thing ruin a moment, we’d all hate each other.”

After you finish eating, you help clean the table while your boyfriend washes the dishes. Occasionally, he splashes water your way and you lightly laugh, pleading with him to stop unaware that you being watched by the businessman a few feet away. Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you complete your needs and readjust your outfit while praying that this man from your past doesn’t ruin this new experience for you. 

You weren’t that lucky. 

The moment you opened the door, you were met with the annoyed features Steve Harrington.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world.”

“What do you want?” Pushing you backward, he shuts the door behind him as you smack his hand off your body. “Don’t touch me.”

“Why are you here?”

“Really, you fucking idiot? Because everything’s about you isn’t it?”

The man raised his finger, pointing it in your face. 

“Watch your mouth when you talk to me.”

“Fuck you. I’m not your transaction anymore.”, you growl, sighing as you place your hands on your hips. “You really think I came here to pull some Fatal Attraction bullshit? You never told me anything about you. How the fuck would I know you were Liam’s brother-in-law.”

“Soon to be brother-in-law. We aren’t married yet.”, he exhales, leaning back against the sink. 

“Please don’t ruin this for me.”, you whisper, his intense amber eyes taking in your fragile frame. “I left that life behind me and am finally doing something that makes me happy WITH someone who makes me happy.”

“I didn’t make you happy?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve?” At his name, he stands to his full height. “Oh my God. Is that why you wouldn’t let me call you by your name? So you could keep your whore and your girlfriend apart?” You shake your head in disgust. “I guess I was right about why men come to the strip club. You were trying to escape something. Fuck you, Steven.”

“I thought you weren’t a whore.”, he says right as you reach for the knob. “That’s one of the last things you said to me. Then again, you’re still using your legs to get what you want, huh, baby?”

Turning around you smack his cheek hard. 

“Gave you a discount and didn’t take advantage my ass. I bet that little pussy was able to get your studio at just the right price.”

Again, you hit him but he doesn’t budge, taking the force of your slap. 

“Lord knows that pussy definitely helped pay for it with MY money. You’re fucking welcome.”

The hits came continuously and he absorbed each one till your arms steadily stopped swinging. His forehead hovered just above yours as you continued to pant out your anger, trying to catch your breath. 

“I went to club that Saturday after you left the hotel but you weren’t there.”, Steve murmured. “That idiot said you called in saying you were sick.”

“I didn’t feel like…having men…paw at me especially after realizing I was putting a lot of my time into a man who was a two-faced douchebag.”, you reply in an equal register, his amber irises boring into your features. 

One of his palms comes up to rest just to the side of your head allowing him to lean a bit closer and block you in. 

“Was that the problem? Was Daddy to mean?”

You don’t know why but hearing him call himself that had tears creeping into your eyes but you suffocate them as quickly as the notion appeared; not allowing him to see you that way. 

“Don’t. That’s not my life anymore.” As you swallow down the lump in your throat, you can’t help but finally meet his intense gaze. “Is that why you started changing? Because you were getting engaged?”

Steve’s head tilts at your question, trying to understand what chipped at your wall to even ask. 

“Did I change? Or was I always like this and you just ignored it?”

“Fuck. Fucking hate this…petty bullshit! Why do I even—”

His hand clamping down on your mouth stops your rant dead in its tracks. 

 “You want to keep your old life a secret then lower your voice.”, he hissed gruffly, but there was something behind it that had your chest deflating. 

He was enjoying this.

“Desmond said you were sick so I went on my business trip. That following Friday I came back with flowers and an apology but you were fucking gone. Figured you were done with me so I moved on…”

“Moved on?”, you whisper heatedly. “Which girl did you invest in after me?”

“Charlotte.”

“Well, she’s a lucky woman. Look, I won’t tell her about your infidelities if you won’t tell Liam about my past, ok?”

“Infidelity.”, he replied, fully letting you go and backing away from you slightly. “You were the only person I ever cheated on her with.”

“Bullshit.”

“Believe what you want, little girl. Your heard me talking that night. I was looking to invest, someone with zero ties to me…I found you…I enjoyed you. A woman who would let me fuck her the way I enjoyed instead of that…romantic, vanilla shit 24/7.”

“I don’t understand. Why not just break it off with her—” Your eyes widen as the realization hits you and you try to stifle the giggle with your palm over your lips. “Oh my God. She said your parents introduced you two. Mister Call Me Daddy can’t tell his own daddy to fuck off?”

The way his eyes narrow your way has that familiar flutter fly around your tummy. 

“And what? You can’t fucking take the initiative in bed with her? Or are you to scared to try?”

Steve power walks your way but you’re faster, opening the bathroom door and slipping out into the hallway. 

“Hey, honey.”, Liam greets. “I was looking for you. Everything alright?”

You nod, running to jump into his arms and passionately kiss his lips. Opening your eyes, you watch as the businessman gradually slides out of the room. A smirk lingering his lips as he shakes his head. 

You won this round but little did you know that the game was just beginning.  

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Heartbeat (Steve Harrington X Y/N)

A/N: Like I said, may be getting a lot of Steve especially with like season one vibes except he kinda grew up to the fucker he could of been. But then again...that good boy is still in there I'm sure...

Not in this chapter though lol both characters are spicy with walls they put up for protection.

Charity today I'm linking is Operation Homefront. They help veterans find what they need and also help put food on their tables which right now with SNAP and everything ended, anything can help!

Warnings: Sugar Daddy/ Mean Steve Harrington & Fem Sub Stripper Y/N, SMUT, big dick Stevie is always a pleasure ;), p in v, mentions of overstimulation (oral f receiving), LOTS of dirty talk, Daddy kink (cause I'm me), lap dance.

ANGST, Steve is a meanie and cocky as hell especially around the middle forward, hurts y/n's feelings by calling her a "transaction" and how she spreads her legs to get what she wants, the relationship between them is consensual and she's aware she's getting paid after each intimate session. Reader is a strong willed being and doesn't have a problem speaking her mind with him.

Near the second half of this story, Y/N does leave the stripper life to start over, ends up in a relationship where shenanigans ensue. She does find out that Steve is in a relationship so cheating is mentioned.

I think that's it.

Word Count: 5354

"It's late night Thursday I know that you heard me But you don't want the same thing Well two can play that game"

You hated dancing at the strip club especially on the weekends. 

You enjoyed the empowerment of being on stage and having control of the men in the room but fucking hated their wolf whistles along with their audacity to reach up and touch your body. 

Your boss always took care of you and the other girls though.

God forbid anyone got even remotely handsy, he would send his bouncers to come throw the person out, forcefully tossing them into the New York streets. 

You hated dancing at the strip club on the weekends… except for Friday nights…

Every Friday, an hour before closing, he would stroll in as if he owned the place with his expensive suit and perfectly quaffed hair, take a seat at the shadowy booth in the back and wait. 

The first time he came into the club, he drew your eye instantly from your place on the stage. 

He never even glanced your way, ordering a drink from the waitress before leaning back against the leather to casually flirt with the dancer who went on after you. 

You tried to ignore him but you couldn’t. 

Something about this man pulled at you like a wave pulling someone further out to sea. 

The first time you heard him speak was when your boss was trying to network even though he insisted you girls NEVER do this. 

“Have you thought about investing in another building, Mr. Harrington? We bring in a ton of funds especially during the holidays and weekends.”

“I bet you do.”, he chuckled smoothly. “Unfortunately, I’m not looking to invest in another…building…anytime soon. Kind of got my eyes focused on people.”

“Oh, um, well if you change your mind—”

When he continued to talk, you took the opportunity, bumping into your boss roughly with your back.

“Fuck! Desmond, oh my God, I’m…I’m so sorry! Some asshole just fucking ran through our dressing rooms and—”

“What?! Excuse me, sir.”

Your worried irises follow him as he scurries in that direction and the moment he rounds the corner, you visibly relax and smirk his way. 

“You’re welcome.”

“Thank you. I hate talking shop when I’m trying to have fun.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?”, you sass, his eyes gliding along your frame as if to study you. “People don’t come to a strip club for ‘fun’. Not in my experience anyway.”

“Oh yeah? What do they come for?”

“Either they come to escape or they have nowhere else to go.” You lean your elbows against his table allowing him a good view of your breasts underneath your lacey red bralette. “Tell me, Mr. Harrington, which one are you?”

The man tilts towards you with an equally cocky smile, his nose mere centimeters from yours. 

“I’ll tell you if you honor me with a dance.”

I’ll give you a dance if you tell me your name.”

“You don’t already know?”, he asks, amusement hiding under the snark. 

“No, sir. Most men prefer to be anonymous and I’m good at keeping secrets. I’m also a good listener especially when your boss annoys his patron by saying his last name really loudly.”

You genuinely giggle and that makes him genuinely smile wider before extending his palm out towards you. 

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Y/N.”, you reply, shaking his strong, soft hands. 

That night you gave him your all when you danced for him, feeling small under his intense stare in the best possible way. 

He fascinated you, even more so when he didn’t try to touch you or himself while your body swayed in front him. A couple weeks passed before he even allowed you to sit on his lap and even then his hands remained around his drink while he asked you questions and vise versa. 

You learned later he was building you up and the first time he actually did touch you intimately had you feeling like you were going to come undone right there. 

Steve’s glass clinked as he placed it down beside him, his breath warming your ear as he continued to softly whisper.

“Do you want Daddy to touch you? Say it, honey. You know I need to hear your voice.”

“Please, Daddy, I need you to touch me.”, you whined, your naked body trying desperately to not grind against his suit covered frame. “I wanna feel you.”

The scruff on his chin lightly scratched your shoulder as he leaned against you, the fingers on his right-hand tracing along your stomach to your breast. Your breathing hiccupped at the cold that clung to the tips but when he gently ran them along your nipple, the sound that left your lips was obscene. 

“How does that feel, Y/N?”

“So good. Fuck…please, more.”

“More? What more do you want, baby?”

“I—mmm—I want to feel your fingers in my pussy. I want your tongue on my clit. I-I-I want your cock to stretch me open, Daddy, please.”

You didn’t know but you were the first person to crack his hard, cocky exterior. He genuinely thought about giving you what you craved because he desperately wanted it to but he knew he had to wait.

“Soon, sweetheart. Until then, why don’t you touch yourself for me? Show Daddy how you get yourself off when you’re thinking about me.”

While he always left your body wanting, financially that was never the case. 

Steve paid you after every encounter and every night when you got home, you stashed it away, saving it for a purpose you never conveyed. 

A few weeks later, your heart broke when he didn’t show up like he normally did that Friday evening or the Friday after. Just as you began to harden your soul and prepare for his absence, he appeared in the parking lot, leaning against the wall outside. 

“I thought you were done with us here.”, you sass, watching as his palm covers the end of the cigarette between his teeth to block the wind. 

“Were you looking for me, baby?”, he replied with that signature smile that had butterflies flying around in your tummy. 

“No. I just got used to seeing you, is all.” Steve casually blows smoke to the side and takes a step towards you. “You pay me well.”

“I see.” Again, he moves closer, the smell of his cologne wafting around you. “How would you like for me to pay you a bit more?”

“How?”

A throaty chuckle leaves him as he finally makes it to your space, his palm with the cigarette rising so his thumb could caress your bottom lip. 

“By giving you what you’ve been craving.”

“Which is?”, you ask, trying to hide the need behind your tone. 

Steve leans towards you, his mouth just inches from your ear.

“My cock stretching out your tight pussy.”

The following evening, he sent a car to pick you up and bring you to an expensive looking hotel room where you nervously knocked before his booming voiced allowed you entry. 

You half expected him to be waiting on the bed but when you sauntered in, he was at the desk with glasses on, writing something down within a file. When he wheeled back and finally acknowledged your presence, he smiled as you shrunk into yourself a bit.

“Whoa, what happened there?”, he inquired. 

“Nothing, you just look so handsome and I just got off work.”

“And?”

You absently gestured to your wild hair that was falling from its tie, the overexaggerated make-up Desmond had you wear, and short skirt paired with thigh high boots that made you visually seem trashy to other people. 

Blinking, his smirk grew before he calmly placed his glasses on the desk and rose to his feet. Every time he stood in front of you, his broad physique consumed you in a good way. When you sat on his lap, you felt the power that emanated from him and desperately wanted to please him. 

Taking ahold of your forearm he led you to the bathroom and proceeded to carefully remove your make-up along with your tight-fitting clothes. With every garment he discarded, a soft kiss followed. 

“Steve…”, you mewled, your fingers reaching out to tangle in his hair. 

His large palm abruptly grabbed your wrist. 

“What did I say to call me when we’re together?” You try to pull out of his grasp but he insists, holding you tighter. “What did I say?”

“Daddy.” An angry exhale escapes through his nose and your bottom lip pouts out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disobey.”

Amber irises flick your way, taking in how innocent you appeared to be in that moment with your hand clinging to your arm as you shuffle your feet. 

His cock twitched in his pants. 

“Hey.”, he coos, lifting your chin with his index. “I forgive you. Daddy’s just real particular about that kind of thing. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s ok. I understand…I just forgot.”

Steve’s lips press to yours and your whole body comes to life.

That night he made you feel like the only girl in the world, focusing all his attention on you.

“D-Daddy, I…I can’t…when am I going to feel YOU?”, you pant, pushing up on your elbows to see his cocky grin as he lifts his face from between your legs. 

“Are you not feeling me, honey?”, he teases, making you shudder and whine when he runs his wide tongue between your pussy lips. “I have to get you ready to take my dick, baby. You’ve grinded this sexy ass against me. You know how big I am.”

“I think I can handle you.”, you jest eliciting his eyebrows to rise to silently challenge you. “I know I can.”

After climbing up the length of your body, his eyes remained on your face as your gaze shifted between your bodies to watch him pull down his underwear allowing his cock to spring free. 

“O-Oh.”

Steve slowly rolled his hips allowing his tip to drag through your slick and a heavy moan left you as you collapsed fully onto the mattress. His head tilts, watching you come apart just from this while he continues to allow his length to rub against you. 

“Fuck…fuck…ok, I’m ready, Daddy. Please…”

The man above you allows you to whine a bit more, silently reminding you that you weren’t control, he was. 

Without warning, he guides his cock into your entrance and just his bulbous head alone stretches your pussy to degree you had never experienced. 

“Oh my God.”

Steve hadn’t said a word, allowing his body to speak while casually thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper inside you while his gorgeous eyes continued to watch you take him. Your back arched and he paused, your fingernails digging deliciously into his own back. 

“Is it…is that all of you?”

“No, baby, that’s just half.”, he murmured, his head falling beside your own. “I thought you could handle me.”

“I can. I can, Daddy…”

“I don’t know, honey. You sound like you’re struggling.”

“No, no, I’m not. I just…I feel so full…” The man groaned at your words, rolling his waist to allow him more access. Your legs wrapped around him and in turn one of his hands slid between you and the mattress to hold you closer. “I can take it. Give me all of you, baby, please.”

When his hips fully connected with yours, you saw stars, the moon, hell the whole Goddamn universe. 

“No one’s ever taken all of me before.”, he whispers causing you both to pause. It’s another crack in his demeaner, a wall he’s built for a reason. 

It’s ok. You have your walls to. 

Your lips tenderly kiss his cheek as your fingers fully thread through his hair. 

“Fuck me, Daddy. Use me and make me cum.”

That night and the many nights after he did what you asked; used you like a whore till you were both spent. It became a routine where he would come in on Friday’s and watch you dance, absorbing the way your body moved and the way men ogled what would be his that night. 

A driver would take you both to the same hotel where he would fuck you till you could barely breathe, take care of you, and then the morning after he’d be gone with a stack of cash and a little note reminding you how beautiful you were. 

After a year of this, however, things began to change. 

It started small; no note on the nightstand in the morning or sending the car for you to drop you off at the hotel to find yourself alone and him not showing up till after you fell asleep. 

Then it grew to him snapping at you more and more, the last night you were with him being the worst offender. 

“Daddy? Are…are you ok?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, he replied sharply, lighting his cigarette and turning his back on you to stand outside on the balcony. 

“You…you’ve just been…really short lately and sometimes—”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, this isn’t what this is.”

Your jaw tightens as you fold your arms and glare his way. 

“This isn’t what, WHAT is, Steve?”

His head angrily snaps in your direction, flicking ash over the rail. 

“What did I say to call me when—”

“I think when you stop showing up on time, start behaving differently, and become rude, I’m allowed to call you anything but!”

A sarcastic smirk paints his features as he takes a step towards you.

“At least I know you DO recognize your place. This is a transaction, little girl. I fuck you, I pay you. I don’t need you to ask me what’s wrong or how I am. You’re not my wife or my fucking girlfriend. You’re the whore I fuck to relieve my stress after a long fucking week.”

You blink back the pain at the bite in his words, suddenly aware that you’re in HIS hotel room, in HIS shirt, allowing HIM to talk down to you this way. 

He watches you abruptly open the glass door and stomp back inside, tearing off his shirt to put on your own before following after you.

You don’t even look his way as he reaches into his wallet to produce a bunch of $100 dollar bills. 

“Here. For tonight.”

Furiously, you take the money from his hand and toss it in his face, neither of you moving as it rains around you both. Grabbing your bag, you start to walk towards the door before pausing and turning back around to stride his way. 

Your palm flies, smacking his cheek hard enough that he visibly flinches. 

“I may be a stripper but let’s be clear, Steve Harrington, YOU’RE the whore. You parade around in your expensive suits, your fancy car and hotel rooms showing off your money the way we show our tits on that stage. The only difference is stripper’s dances end but your need to be seen never leaves, does it, baby?”

At your sarcasm, his eyes visibly darken. 

“You spread your money like a whore spreads her legs but the truth of the matter is I didn’t need any of it! Just like I don’t need you, you fucking asshole!”

That week you called in sick, telling your boss you had the flu. When you finally showed up for work on Friday, you waited, watching the corner booth to see if he’d appear. 

When he didn’t, you quit. 

You didn’t even notify Desmond or anything, you just stopped showing up. 

Utilizing your money, you contacted a relator and bought a photo studio downtown. 

“This is actually under your budget so you can save a few bucks to buy all that other stuff photographers need.”, the man smiled as you continued to browse the area. 

“Oh yeah? Like what, Liam? And you can’t say a camera!”, you joke, smirking when he laughs. 

“Uh, lights and that flash thing they attach to the top of the camera.”

“You mean…the flash?”

“Listen ma’am, I’m a relator not a beautiful photographer like you. I don’t know the technical terms!”

You giggle at his quip as he takes a few steps closer to you. 

“I may be overstepping my bounds but would you like to have dinner with me?” 

“I’d like that. I, um, I just kinda…got out of a chaotic…well, life, if I’m being honest but…”, you pause as the heat rises in your cheeks. “…I’d like that if you’re willing to take your time.”

“Sweetheart, I got all the time in the world.”

****

Three months. 

Three months since you left your old life behind and fully embraced the dream you always wanted; a studio with a steady clientele where you could take photos that people will see and appreciate. 

Three months in a relatively calm and steady relationship with a man who lavished you not only in gifts but time and kindness. 

Three months of not even thinking about Steve Harrington. 

“Boo!”, your boyfriend shouts, running up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. 

“Liam! I’m trying to focus.”, you lightly scold, your limbs resting on top of his. “Do you think your family will like this?”

“Baby”, he whispers taking in the cake you had prepared. “My sister is a sugar junky. Trust me, she’d love anything you bring if it will give her that rush.”

“I just want them to like me.”, you reply, leaning further into him and smiling when he holds you tighter. 

“They will, Y/N.”, he coos, kissing your cheek. “Look, I know you’ve been through a lot but I promise, honey. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You’re safe with me and my family.”

You beam wide, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before he lets you go to allow you to finish getting ready. 

An hour later, Liam was opening the car door for you in front of modest two-story house just outside of the city. Threading his fingers through yours, you allow him to lead you inside as he effortlessly opens the door without a key and shakes off the snow from his boots that had steadily began to fall. 

“Alright, baby, just put your shoes there and let me take your coat.”

The man grins as your palms smooth out your long-sleeve black dress and readjust the white belt around your waist before checking to make sure your hair was still in place the way you left it.

“You look beautiful. Come on.”, your boyfriend urges, lightly yanking on your end. “Charlotte!? I’m here and I brought someone!”

A young lady a bit older than you, rounded the corner out of the kitchen and threw her arms in the air. 

“Liam! You’re here! Oh and you brought sustenance!”

The man laughs awkwardly, patting her back and glancing your way. 

“Um, yeah, Y/N here made this FOR THE FAMILY. You sound like you’ve had enough.”

The woman sarcastically rolls her eyes, opening her arms to pull you into her embrace. 

“It’s so nice to meet you finally. Liam does not shut up about you. I’m Charlotte, the older and only sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”, you greet, pulling back to push yourself into Liam’s side. 

“She’s a bit nervous.”

“No reason to be, sweetie. It took my fiancée a year to even meet mom and dad so you’re already way ahead in likeable points.”

“Um, thank you?”, you ask with a little laugh. “I-Is he here? Your fiancée? I’d love to meet him.”

Both siblings exchange a look with a knowing smirk, appreciating that you’re at least trying to be social able.

“He should be here before dinner or at least that’s what he said. Man is always away on business but hey…I love the bastard. Come on, let me introduce you to our parents.”

Your boyfriend’s hazel eyes follow you around the house as he allows his sister to do what she does best, talk and mingle. After some time and a good laugh or two, you opened up much more and came to really enjoy the people around you. 

“Can I help you set the table?”

“Well, look at you, just so sweet. Would you mind draining the noodles and then putting them in that container? Oh! Liam, I think I heard the door open! Can you go check if it’s—”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smile as he waves his sister off and bring the hot pot to the sink. It’s a bit bigger than what you’re accustomed to, having only made meals for one or two people but you do your best as you listen to everyone getting up to great the new person who entered the house. 

“Stevie, baby, I’m so glad you’re here!”

“You said this was important to you so I’m here. Plus, I wanted to meet Liam’s new—”

 The sound of crashing startled everyone but not as much as the fact that Steve Harrington was currently in the same house as you. 

“Charlotte! This thing is twice as big as she is! I got it, honey.”, Liam defended, lifting the handles of the pot that had fallen in the sink. 

You couldn’t move; you could barely breathe. 

You ran from a life for a reason and part of that life somehow found its way back to you. 

If Steve was rattled, he didn’t show it; his eyes fleeting from your face down your body. 

“Are you ok?”, your boyfriend asked, his palms cupping your face. 

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, I just…I’m not as strong as I thought I was.”, you giggle, wiping your palms on the rag nearby. “This must be…the fiancée you mentioned.”

“Yup.”, Charlotte beams. “This is Steve Harrington. Steve, this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”, the man smirks, extending his hand to shake yours. You allow it for a split second before pulling back and circling your arm around your boyfriend. “It’s so odd, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Your eyes blink as you try not to scowl his way.

“Y/N’s a brilliant photographer. Maybe she’s taken a picture of one of your buildings or friends.”

“Hm, I don’t think so. A gorgeous woman like this wouldn’t be caught dead spending times with whores like us.”

“Oh my God.”, his fiancée sighs, lightly hitting his chest while his eyes remain glued on you. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. He’s got a mouth on him and zero tact for social situations…”

“It’s alright. I can be pretty mouthy to.”

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Dinner could not end fast enough and you could tell Steve was enjoying your discomfort. 

You loved your boyfriend and usually loved the way he bragged about you but anytime he answered someone’s question about you, your stomach turned. 

“So, Y/N, Liam said you two met when he showed you a studio for sale?”, his mother asked casually. 

“Yes ma’am. He was incredibly sweet and made me laugh.”, you grin. “He also didn’t try to take advantage which I appreciate.”

“Studios in New York can be fairly expensive. Must have cost every penny.”, Steve remarked, smiling sarcastically towards you. “How much was it if you don’t mind me asking. Buildings are kind of my thing.”

“Like you said…”, you mumble. “…It cost me every penny.”

“Naw, she was definitely able to get some of her essentials because of me.”, Liam grins, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair. 

“And you make a lot of money taking pictures?”

“Jesus, you really are focused on my finances. There are more important things than money.”

“Yeah? Like what?”, he counters. 

“Manners for one. Empathy and respect.” You realize the tension in the room heightened and you lean into your boyfriend’s side. “Everything Liam has.”

The man smiles and tilts down to kiss your lips, hugging you tighter to him. 

“Aw, you two are cute.”, Charlotte coos. “Y/N, now that you’re a part of our family, you’ll have to help me plan our wedding.”

“Oh, um—”

“Char, remember what we talked about?”, the boy beside you murmurs her way, coming to your defense. 

“Calm down, Liam! Steve only proposed three months ago but I still feel like I’m behind. All my friends are like…”

As she continues to babble, your gaze shifts to the man across from you. He proposed to her after your fight…or maybe that’s why he was so short with you that night…because he asked her to marry him and he didn’t know how to let you go easy. 

A thought hit you while your brain continued to spiral. 

She said it took her fiancée a year before he met the family but—

“How long have you two been together?”, you ask abruptly. 

“Oh, Jesus.”, Charlotte muses, looping her arm through Steve’s and leaning her head on his bicep. “Two years, I think. Right, baby?”

“If anyone would know, honey, it’d be you.”, he replied flatly causing your head to tilt. 

“Well, your parents introduced us at that party they throw every year and we’ve been once since then. I swear, Y/N, sometimes my brain…”, she chuckles. 

“Two years. That’s a long time.”, you smile. “It’s always good to find someone you know you can love and trust with all your heart.”

The businessman’s head snaps up at your comment, his eyes darkening before grinning your way. 

“I like her, Liam. Don’t let this little girl go.”

“I don’t want to. I like her a lot and…I think you like me to?”, he teases making you giggle but out of the corner of your eye you swear you see Steve roll his own. 

“I do and I like you guys to.”, you address the family. “I hope I didn’t ruin anything with…dropping the pot or—”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it.”, Liam’s dad dismisses with a wave. “If we let every clumsy thing ruin a moment, we’d all hate each other.”

After you finish eating, you help clean the table while your boyfriend washes the dishes. Occasionally, he splashes water your way and you lightly laugh, pleading with him to stop unaware that you being watched by the businessman a few feet away. Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you complete your needs and readjust your outfit while praying that this man from your past doesn’t ruin this new experience for you. 

You weren’t that lucky. 

The moment you opened the door, you were met with the annoyed features Steve Harrington.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world.”

“What do you want?” Pushing you backward, he shuts the door behind him as you smack his hand off your body. “Don’t touch me.”

“Why are you here?”

“Really, you fucking idiot? Because everything’s about you isn’t it?”

The man raised his finger, pointing it in your face. 

“Watch your mouth when you talk to me.”

“Fuck you. I’m not your transaction anymore.”, you growl, sighing as you place your hands on your hips. “You really think I came here to pull some Fatal Attraction bullshit? You never told me anything about you. How the fuck would I know you were Liam’s brother-in-law.”

“Soon to be brother-in-law. We aren’t married yet.”, he exhales, leaning back against the sink. 

“Please don’t ruin this for me.”, you whisper, his intense amber eyes taking in your fragile frame. “I left that life behind me and am finally doing something that makes me happy WITH someone who makes me happy.”

“I didn’t make you happy?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve?” At his name, he stands to his full height. “Oh my God. Is that why you wouldn’t let me call you by your name? So you could keep your whore and your girlfriend apart?” You shake your head in disgust. “I guess I was right about why men come to the strip club. You were trying to escape something. Fuck you, Steven.”

“I thought you weren’t a whore.”, he says right as you reach for the knob. “That’s one of the last things you said to me. Then again, you’re still using your legs to get what you want, huh, baby?”

Turning around you smack his cheek hard. 

“Gave you a discount and didn’t take advantage my ass. I bet that little pussy was able to get your studio at just the right price.”

Again, you hit him but he doesn’t budge, taking the force of your slap. 

“Lord knows that pussy definitely helped pay for it with MY money. You’re fucking welcome.”

The hits came continuously and he absorbed each one till your arms steadily stopped swinging. His forehead hovered just above yours as you continued to pant out your anger, trying to catch your breath. 

“I went to club that Saturday after you left the hotel but you weren’t there.”, Steve murmured. “That idiot said you called in saying you were sick.”

“I didn’t feel like…having men…paw at me especially after realizing I was putting a lot of my time into a man who was a two-faced douchebag.”, you reply in an equal register, his amber irises boring into your features. 

One of his palms comes up to rest just to the side of your head allowing him to lean a bit closer and block you in. 

“Was that the problem? Was Daddy to mean?”

You don’t know why but hearing him call himself that had tears creeping into your eyes but you suffocate them as quickly as the notion appeared; not allowing him to see you that way. 

“Don’t. That’s not my life anymore.” As you swallow down the lump in your throat, you can’t help but finally meet his intense gaze. “Is that why you started changing? Because you were getting engaged?”

Steve’s head tilts at your question, trying to understand what chipped at your wall to even ask. 

“Did I change? Or was I always like this and you just ignored it?”

“Fuck. Fucking hate this…petty bullshit! Why do I even—”

His hand clamping down on your mouth stops your rant dead in its tracks. 

 “You want to keep your old life a secret then lower your voice.”, he hissed gruffly, but there was something behind it that had your chest deflating. 

He was enjoying this.

“Desmond said you were sick so I went on my business trip. That following Friday I came back with flowers and an apology but you were fucking gone. Figured you were done with me so I moved on…”

“Moved on?”, you whisper heatedly. “Which girl did you invest in after me?”

“Charlotte.”

“Well, she’s a lucky woman. Look, I won’t tell her about your infidelities if you won’t tell Liam about my past, ok?”

“Infidelity.”, he replied, fully letting you go and backing away from you slightly. “You were the only person I ever cheated on her with.”

“Bullshit.”

“Believe what you want, little girl. Your heard me talking that night. I was looking to invest, someone with zero ties to me…I found you…I enjoyed you. A woman who would let me fuck her the way I enjoyed instead of that…romantic, vanilla shit 24/7.”

“I don’t understand. Why not just break it off with her—” Your eyes widen as the realization hits you and you try to stifle the giggle with your palm over your lips. “Oh my God. She said your parents introduced you two. Mister Call Me Daddy can’t tell his own daddy to fuck off?”

The way his eyes narrow your way has that familiar flutter fly around your tummy. 

“And what? You can’t fucking take the initiative in bed with her? Or are you to scared to try?”

Steve power walks your way but you’re faster, opening the bathroom door and slipping out into the hallway. 

“Hey, honey.”, Liam greets. “I was looking for you. Everything alright?”

You nod, running to jump into his arms and passionately kiss his lips. Opening your eyes, you watch as the businessman gradually slides out of the room. A smirk lingering his lips as he shakes his head. 

You won this round but little did you know that the game was just beginning.  

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THS WAS TOO GOOD OMFG

CAME FOR THE SMUT PART BUT STAYES BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!

GIRL I SAT IN MY BED PUNCHING MY WALL AT THIS WTF AHH

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so real

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I’m in this photo and I don’t like it 😂😭

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but that’s how the best stories happen

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Just wrote something of the first blurb. Guys it's not gonna be a blurb. That's gonna be a good one shot. I can smell it. Taste it. Feel it.

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